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imyourbratzdoll · 7 months ago
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Can you please make a part 2 to "I can be a better boyfriend than him" and can you elaborate on what the green monster is towards the reader please and thank you I really love this short drabble🩶
hello! so, this turned out longer than I expected, and I hope you enjoy it, thank you for requesting this! also, I forgot it was green-eyed monster and not green monster when it comes to jealousy haha.
part 2 of i can be a better boyfriend than him.
summary - ever since you met rosalie, you had felt this pull toward her. but when she stopped speaking to you, it was as though a part of you became obsessed. will she ever be yours or will you stay broken?
warning - lots of angst, swearing, bad thoughts towards self, thoughts of breaking up a relationship, jealousy, some fluff though.
the gif I use isn't mine and divider by @newlips
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It had been a week since you got caught staring at Rosalie, your mind was going crazy, it would go from how beautiful she was to how to get rid of her boyfriend, wondering how important he is to her to how you’d never be good enough for her. Even though you’d die for her, it felt as though you were in over your head.
After that day, it seemed as though the Cullen/Hales were watching you, waiting for you to try something. You blink, coming out of your thoughts when you hear her laugh, your eyes slowly drift over, skipping past the many golden eyes that watch you and land on her. Aphrodite herself in the arms of Hercules, her smile beams up at him as he holds her, whispering in her ear, probably smelling her unique scent of vanilla and strawberries that only she could pull off. You can feel your heart twist and squeeze before shattering into your stomach, your throat closes up and your mouth becomes dry as you stop breathing.
You feel the familiar green-eyed monster creeping beneath your skin, your very own jealousy. The thing that makes you think you could take Emmett in a fight to get to his girlfriend. A laugh breaks you out of your stare, this time closer. You turn slightly and look up, your mouth opens and closes, brows furrowing as you see who is standing beside you. Next to you is Edward Cullen and for some reason you feel as though he’s laughing at you or something you’ve said. But you hadn’t spoken, had you? Did you let slip of your slight obsession with his adoptive sister? No one could’ve figured it out, everyone stared at the Cullen/Hales, it wasn’t news to them. So how did he know?
You huff, cheeks puffing out as frustration seeps in next to your neverending jealousy. “What are you laughing at, Cullen?” It didn’t take a genius or an empath to know people were staring at the two of you with jealousy (an emotion you knew so well), envy, curiosity and more as none of the Cullen/Hales talked to people outside of their family, let alone laugh with at them, well with the exception of Bella Swan of course. The woman so bland that it seemed to attract the weird. They weren’t your thoughts but things you picked up from around the other students. 
“If you stare any harder, she might burst into flames.” You sigh.
“Not my fault your sister looks like a goddess. It’s a good thing you are all adopted because no one would believe she’d be related to you. Your face is even an insult to dog shit.” Edwards brows furrow, head whipping your way so fast that you’d think he’d break his own neck. His mouth opens but before he can give a comeback, a booming laugh fills the hall and your head turns, seeing Emmett on the floor laughing with one hand on his chest and the other slapping his knee so hard you feel he might end up breaking it. The others seem to laugh more quietly, you’d be confused thinking that they somehow heard you from all the way over there if you weren’t so captivated by Rosalie’s smile, her eyes trained on you in a lighter way. Something you hadn’t seen since her first day. Her smile is so beautiful.
“Well, that was rude.” Edward once again breaks your thoughts as he mutters with a frown on his face. 
Your eyes flicker between Rosalie and Emmett, a question on your mind. “Are her and Emmett serious?” They had to give it to you, you had the guts even when you didn’t know they could all hear you. 
Edward raises a brow. “They are, our parents already love him.” Your eyes roll.
“You’d hope so or they’d be asking for a refund.” You were already looking in their direction so you didn’t miss Emmett’s offended face or the fact the other three were now laughing at him. Could they hear you from all the way over there? You turn with the serious look still on your face. “You think your parents will adopt me? I’d be a great daughter, I cook, I don’t clean though, but I can pretend. I can be quiet, mostly because I’m hoping my mouth will be kept busy.” He chokes, you don’t know what on. Maybe air dick? He chokes again. Definitely air dick. Another choke, couldn’t he at least get a room? You stare annoyed as he interrupts with his noises. “Excuse me, I’m trying to give myself a good review to pass onto your parents, so stop choking on Casper’s dick and be quiet. Now.” You clap your hands together. “When should I start calling them mum and dad?” 
Edward focuses on your thoughts, trying to see if you were serious. All he’s met with is Rosalie and wanting to be loved. Through his annoyance, he decides to let you down harshly. “Y/n, I’m sorry but Rosalie is happy with Emmett and she’s never going to end it with him for someone like you. You’d have better luck finding someone in your league at a Dollar Store.”
From across the hall, Jasper could feel your emotions, even though you don’t need to be an empath to know how you felt as Edward said those words. Speaking of the crystal ball, he tries to read your mind again wanting to know if you were finally going to let whatever this is for his sister go. His brows furrow even more than they were before, confused as to why he suddenly hears nothing. It was as though you had shut yourself off completely. Not even allowing your own thoughts into your head. 
You blink, nodding to the wake up call. “Okay” They can hear it in your voice, you sounded like someone who was just told they’d never achieve their dream because they weren’t good enough and in this situation Rosalie was your dream and you were never going to be good enough for her. This was only one of the worst things that could’ve happened, not only did you finally realise that your crush knew you liked her but her family had stepped in and basically told you that your feelings don’t even matter, no. The worst was the fact that all of the students stuck around because they wanted to see what a Cullen wanted with you. 
They heard everything, they heard about your crush on the woman, they heard that her family didn’t approve and that she’s happy with Emmett, they heard the harsh words poured onto you like a cold bucket of water. They heard EVERY word.
Reality finally sets in as you take in the situation around you. Not wanting to give anyone anything, you straighten your back with your head held high and you turn, walking past the Cullen/Hales without a glance. Deep down Rosalie would always have your heart even though you could never have hers. The confusing part was you don’t know why you felt so strongly about her, it wasn’t like you two spent time together. The only memory you have of talking to her was when they first moved to Forks.
The town was buzzing with gossip about a new family moving here. You had heard snippets of the family, but you weren’t that interested in partaking in gossip. You yawned as your first class was about to begin, your notebook and pen lying in front of you on the table. The door to the classroom opened and gasps were heard, followed by the room erupting in chatter. You kept your head down, just wanting to get this day over with so you could go home and try to sleep your life away. 
“It’s a pleasure to have you in Forks, Miss Hale. Please take a seat next to Miss L/n.” You heard your last name, causing your brows to furrow. There were many open seats, why did you have to be chosen to sit with the new kid? “Miss L/n. Please raise your hand so Miss Hale can find her seat.” You don’t bother looking up, your hand raises, hearing a quick thank you from the teacher. It felt like the universe was trying to bring you together.
It was as though everyone had stopped breathing as she walked toward the back of the room, all you could hear were the click of heels before a body slid gracefully into the seat beside you. “Alright, look up front please! I’d like to start this lesson without any disruptions.” The students immediately took their eyes off the woman beside you, turning their attention to their teacher. “Thank you.” 
You open your notebook before hearing a slight huff to your left. You ignore it, hoping that whatever was the issue that they wouldn’t need you. You weren’t a people person, you didn’t really have friends because you liked to keep to yourself. Maybe that’s what made you two the perfect match, your mutual dislike for people.
“Excuse me.” You hear a soft elegant voice and you grow confused as to why your heart has started beating so rapidly. You push the odd feeling away as you turn, only to be met with the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen. You hold back from widening your eyes, knowing that she’s probably gotten that everywhere she goes and is possibly sick of the attention– You didn’t know that she thrived on attention, on being the most beautiful woman in the room. Sure she wasn’t particularly that fond of the male gaze as she once was, but she knew she was stronger now and enjoyed every bit of attention she could get. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I seem to have forgotten my pen and I was wondering if you had a spare one that I could borrow?”
You nod but in your mind you wonder who forgets their pen? Neither of you knew that a certain pixie-sized seer had something to do with it. You reach into your bag and pull out another pen and hand it over. You watched as her perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around it.
“Thank you.” She smiles and you begin to wonder if you were dreaming because no one could look this perfect. Rosalie tucks her hair behind her ear, holding out her hand. “I am Rosalie. Rosalie Hale.” 
Before you can stop yourself, you find your hand in hers. The cold not bothering you like it would others, “I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n.” After you introduced yourself, it seemed as though everything fell into place. The empty feeling you used to feel in your chest is now gone and replaced with warmth and a pull. You both spent the majority of the class talking as if you had known each other for your whole life. When the bell rang and she said goodbye, you didn’t know that would be the last conversation you were ever going to have with her. 
You walked out of class, heading to your next one when voices stopped you. “Did you meet her?! Did you?! Do you like her?!” A hushed squeal comes out of someone, claps could be heard from their hands and shoes bouncing off of the ground.
“Yes, I met her. Why are you so excited about this, Alice? You know how I feel about humans.” The voice you recognised as Rosalie’s responded. 
Alice lets out a huff. “You’re mates, that’s why! Didn’t you feel the pull? You’ve been waiting forever to find yours. Why aren’t you as happy?” 
“Mates?! I can’t be mates with that! She is human, innocent! She can’t live this life, she can’t be cursed.” Rosalie responds so harshly, it was as though her words were knives. “You will not meddle at all, do you hear me? I will even go as far as making it seem like Emmett and I are together and in love.” She growls and that’s the end of it, you hear footsteps echo throughout the hall as she walks off. Rosalie didn’t know that the minute she spoke to you, the mate bond activated within you. Spreading throughout your body and making you unable to forget or move on from her. You would say that would be the reason you had become so obsessed.
You pull yourself out of that memory. After that day, she stopped talking to you. She moved seats, became cold. The only thing that made you know that you weren’t going crazy into thinking if you two speaking on her first day was real or not was your pen. It was the only evidence, the only thing keeping your belief alive as you’d watch her twirl it between her fingers or write notes down with her flawless handwriting. 
A few weeks later the couple had graduated, which meant you could finally breathe. Even though whenever you heard her name your heart would break a little. It was a relief that you could go to school without having to force yourself not to look at her.
After a few months everything slowly got better, people no longer talked about you and because of that you finally decided to eat in the cafeteria again. Thankfully, everyone was now focused on Bella Swan and how she had run off to Italy to be with Edward. People theorized that they eloped or she was pregnant. But she was only gone for three days so unless it was some weird hybrid baby that theory was crossed off immediately. You should probably send her a fruit basket as a thank you for getting the attention off of you.
You grabbed some food and took a seat in a corner, away from everyone but that didn’t stop you from hearing whispers of a graduation party being thrown at the Cullen house and hosted by Alice Cullen. Apparently everyone was invited but you weren’t going to go. It would be too weird, you’d feel like a stalker and you were sure that Mr and Mrs Cullen would kick you out from what their children could’ve said about you. You were so tuned into your thoughts that you didn't notice a tiny person sitting next to you, followed by her boyfriend. 
“Hi!” A pixie-like voice broke you from your thoughts, causing your brows to furrow as you looked between Alice and Jasper. What was with the Cullens breaking you from your thoughts? It was like they couldn’t allow you to think for too long. Maybe she knew something you didn’t.
“Hi?” You reply in question. You weren’t that special to have any of these god-like people talk to you. So why were they? Were they going to pull a Carrie on you and drench you in pig's blood? Were they going to make you think that they liked you before turning around and laughing in your face? 
“I wanted to personally invite you to my graduation party and before you say no, please know that none of us think ill of you. I have a feeling we are going to be sisters!” She said it so surely, like she had seen it. You sat there speechless for a few seconds, mouth slightly open at what she said. “Please at least consider!” Alice reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. “Here is our address, in case you decide to come.” She places the paper into your hands, closing your fingers around it and giving your hand a soft pat. 
You didn’t even see her write it down, she had it stuffed in her pocket like she had prepared for this to happen. As if knowing what you would decide. “Bye!” Before you can utter a word, she and Jasper disappear. You stare at the piece of paper, gulping. 
Your graduation came by the end of the week, a sad moment as you stared out into the crowd and no one stood, clapped or cheered for you when you received your diploma. You were truly alone, never seeing the golden eyes watching from outside, cheering you on silently that only her siblings could hear. Your head lowers and you walk off the stage, not even waiting for the ceremony to be finished. You head straight home, still wondering if you should go to this party since you’d probably be alone either way. 
The worst kind of loneliness is when you are surrounded by people but you feel alone. 
A few hours go by and by now the party has started, you’ve been having an internal battle with yourself. Your eyes drift over to a dress you had bought ages ago with only one woman in mind but you never got the chance to wear it. It just hung there, collecting dust. With a little push to yourself, you get up from your bed, what’s the worst that could happen? You quickly shower and make yourself smell amazing with some of your favourite lotions and perfume.
You slip into the dress, the material hugging your figure perfectly. You wore black tights underneath and a thick jacket with fur elegantly coming out of the holes. You head over to your mirror and apply a small amount of make-up, swiping a bold red lipstick against your plump lips. You straighten and stare at yourself, judging all of your flaws and you sigh. No matter how much you tried, you’d never be pretty enough. With a shake of your head, your soft styled curls brush against your cheeks.
You walk over to your knee high boots and slip them on, once you grab everything you need you leave, locking the door behind you. You get into your car and take off, driving to the Cullen house, trying to push all of your feelings away. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you pull into their driveway, thanking whoever decided to build here for putting the large car space. From inside your car you can hear the music thumping, lights flashing and people hanging around and dancing. You turn your car off and step out, beginning to walk toward the house. Your eyes move around as you check out the place.
“Y/n! You made it!” You barely have time to register who it is as a tiny figure flies towards you and pulls you into a tight hug. Alice pulls back slightly and looks down, checking out your outfit. “Oh my god! This dress is beautiful! You look gorgeous!” She squeals, bouncing on her feet and thankfully not letting slip that she had already seen and knew who else would enjoy it. “Come, come! Some of us are hanging out in a different area of the party.” You look at her kind of shocked. Alice pulls you by your hand, the cold didn’t bother you. “Oh! Sorry, I had a feeling you wouldn’t want to be around the bigger, wilder crowd.” 
You nod, appreciating the gesture. “Thank you.” You both arrive in a lounge room that was decorated the same as the other section where the party continues on. The only difference was there were fewer people, meaning you could move and breathe freely. 
“Look who finally arrived!” Emmett yells, a large grin on his face. 
“Hello, I hope I’m not too late.” Your hands lock together as you smile, but it feels so forced. You were so busy pushing all of your emotions back that you forgot how to act.
“You’re fine! Sit, sit! You’re right on time!” Emmett replies, so friendly that you feel as though you walked into a trap. Was this where they would kill you? “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” It seemed like you missed the joke when a few of them chuckled. 
“Emmett, shut up.” You knew that voice, you pushed harder against the wall holding your feelings inside. It felt like it was going to snap at any minute and you couldn’t have that. You didn’t know that Jasper could feel your struggle, making him look at you like he was in pain but it wasn’t his. 
God, She’s gorgeous. No, shut up, Y/n. You can’t be thinking this, remember what Edward said. You don’t want to open that can of worms, you’ll only end up getting hurt. But she’s so beautiful and you were so fucked. 
Edward could hear your internal struggle and from what he hears from Jasper, you weren’t just pushing your thoughts away. Maybe he messed up, he knew that he had when Rosalie threw him through a few trees when they got home. Jasper and Emmett had to literally use all of their strength to hold her back with how angry she was and even then there were foot marks from her pushing against them, he was lucky Carlisle got home when he did or he’d be a dead man. 
You quickly look away, deciding that the floor looked more interesting. Maybe you shouldn’t have come, this was a bad idea. But before you could turn and run, a voice stopped you. “Y/n. Is it okay if we talk?” You’d think the voice belonged to an angel or a siren if you didn’t know the person attached to it. You lift your head slightly, ensuring she was talking to you even though she had already said your name. But how were you to know that it was you? For all you know, you could’ve begun to walk to her only for someone behind you with the same name to push past. Embarrassing you.
But when your eyes locked with hers, you knew there was no one behind you with the same name and with a small nod. You slowly walk toward her, your heart skipping as she puts her hand out, willing you to grab it and when you do. Oh god, you think your heart exploded. She gently pulls you along and outside, taking you a bit further from the house so no one could interrupt you, she leads you to a small clearing that has a log with a blanket over it and a perfect view of the moon, a few fairy lights hung from some of the trees. Like someone had set it up that way.
You sit when she does, knowing that the feelings and thoughts you were pushing back were no use, you had lost to them the moment your eyes met hers. “I’m sorry.” You weren’t expecting that, she spoke so softly, looking up at the moon like it was hard to look at you, but you didn’t know that if she looked at you, her frozen heart would hurt from the pain she’s caused you. “I put you through so much for no good reason. I made you think and feel horrible things about yourself because I was scared.” 
You stay silent, scooting a tiny bit closer. Your heart warms when she grabs your hand gently. Rosalie finally turns to look at you and it was at this moment that she fully accepted the mate bond, she was stupid to think she could just forget you and move on. “I’ve lied about many things, kept secrets from you. But I don’t know if I can anymore. I want to try. But only if you want that as well.” 
“I… I know I’d forgive you easily and that scares me too. Because I want to be angry with you, I–I don’t want to… I want to know everything so that I can understand and that hopefully we can start over. But for my sake, I need it to be slow so I don’t hate myself for forgiving you so easily.” You finally let it out, you knew that your heart had already forgiven her but your mind hadn't. Of course you wanted to try, especially if it was with her. You didn’t care about the lies and secrets, you probably should’ve, but somewhere deep inside it was as though something wouldn’t allow that. It was weird because you’ve had people lie to you in the past and you held a grudge over it forever. Yet, you couldn’t with her.
Rosalie had already spoken to her family about this, Alice having already known was ecstatic. She helped her sister prove to the family that this would be a good thing and that they’d no longer feel so broken and dark. 
If Rosalie was human, she’d swear she would have a heart attack by how fast her heart would be beating. She’d probably be drenching her clothes with sweat as she prepares herself for this. “I will start from the beginning, I guess.” You nod, squeezing her hand softly to let her know that you were listening. “Emmett and I, we were never together. My family and I are different, so we tend to move around a lot and because of how we look, it sometimes attracts unwanted attention. So, we agreed to act together until we found…” She pauses, trying to find the right word. “Until we found the person meant for us. You may have noticed Alice is special, that she tends to know things before you’ve even thought about it. She saw you, before we moved here. She told me that you were human… I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to bring you into this world and I have spent so long keeping a distance from your kind, but I knew the moment I spoke to you that I’d never be able to let you go, not without giving us a chance and you a choice.” She seemed to choke up as she said the last part, as if she were dreading what your choice would be when the time came. She wouldn’t want you to lose you, wouldn’t want to watch you grow old while she stayed young as you died. But she also didn’t want you to become like her, stuck for eternity. 
Your mind seemed to work overtime with how fast it was thinking. Human? Alice saw me? Your kind? What world? Choice? You weren’t going to interrupt, but you were confused. You knew they weren’t entirely human, because no human would look like how they did. But you never thought to dig deep, it wasn’t your secret to uncover. 
Rosalie huffs, bringing herself out of her thoughts as her eyes focused back on the moon and you couldn’t help but think that she wore moonlight like lingerie. The next words took you out of your thoughts, though. “My family and I are vampires.” You guess this took the cake over the whole Emmett dilemma, it also explained why everyone laughed when he said they don't bite. You sat still though, watching her as she watched the moon. 
“Our eyes have meaning of what kind of vampire we are. If they are red, it means that they feed on human blood. But if they are gold, like mine and my family. It means we feed on animal blood. You’d probably call us vegetarians in a sense.” You make an ah sound, not really meaning to but you couldn’t help it. Rosalie shakes her head, not really understanding how you could still be here. “You should be running scared, you should hate me. We are killers, Y/n. We have killed and we could kill you if an accident were to arise like with that human.” She sneers and you put together that the human she’s referring to would be Bella.
You squeeze her hand. “I don’t want to run. It probably sounds idiotic for a human to stay after hearing that the person they like is a vampire. But you don’t scare me, something inside of me tells me that you’d never harm me. For some reason you’ve made me feel safe and whole the moment we locked eyes. You might’ve been killers before, but I don’t think you’ll kill me because if you or your family were going to kill me or anyone else. You would’ve done it by now. Especially since you have me all alone.” You pout, not liking that her smile had left. “Plus, you aren’t really that special in the killing department. I’m sorry to tell you this, but. Magic can kill. Knives can kill. Even small children launched at great speed could kill.”
This was the second time you heard her laugh. Her head falls back as an angelic laugh falls from her lips, her luscious blonde hair resting against her back. You felt warm knowing you brought her smile back, an added bonus that her laugh followed.
You felt hypnotized as you watched her. “You have a nice laugh.” 
She looks at you, happiness swirling in her eyes. “A nice laugh?” It felt good to be complimented, especially when it came from you. The air felt lighter, now that everything was out in the open.
“Mmhm.” You lean forward and tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “I like it.” She was still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, nothing could compare to the beauty in front of you. You turn away a bit, causing a frown to slowly appear on her face. “I can’t look at you…”
Rosalie hesitates, thinking that maybe this was where it would end. “Why not?” She never hesitates, never sounds so unsure of herself but you do that to her. 
You turn back again, a subtle smirk on your lips. “Too pretty.” Rosalie huffs, hitting your arm softly as she laughs with playful anger. Unbelieving of how fast she had fallen.
Your eyes connect again, a spark igniting between you. “Did you think about me?” Her question so light, so quiet, so shy. So unlike her.
You blink, releasing a breath you had been holding. “Sometimes it felt like I thought about you every minute.” She moved closer, her hands slowly moving to rest gently on you. Her eyes flicker over your face, knowing that if she could dream it would be about you. About this. Her hand slowly moves up, cupping your cheek.
“Can I kiss you?” It was so quiet that you barely heard it, but you did. The question kept repeating over and over as you nodded.
“Yes.” 
And with your permission, she crashed her soft cold lips against your plump warm ones. One hand resting on your cheek while the other rests on the back of your head, trying to bring you closer. Rosalie had never tasted something so sweet, so perfect. Your lips moved together, her tongue swiped across your bottom lip, gaining access, wanting to feel more of you, taste every bit of you. It felt as though you could finally breathe, that the missing puzzle piece was finally connected. You were her forever as she was yours.
Finally, fucking finally mine. They both thought.
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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago
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Could you do something with the Cullens where the reader has a meltdown at school and they find out it’s because they have diabetes and their blood sugar dropped and they can’t find their juice box they packed just in case
❝i need a juice box❞
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✭ pairing : cullen siblings x reader
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (y/n) has diabetes and their sugar intake tends to drop quite a bit hence why their always remember to bring a pack of juices with them everywhere, not only does it help but it’s tasty too. But then one day her juice boxes bust in her locker, so what does any frustrated person do? Have a mental breakdown like it’s the end of the world, luckily some classmates of hers has her back
✭ authors note : Ayo ignore that juice part that says no sugar added 😭 i used the first picture i seen of juice and those shits be bustin. Ah and I’ve been watching anime lately so i apologize in advance for the lack of writing I’m putting out
✭ twilight masterlist 2
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(Y/N) had always been well-acquainted with the delicate balance of her health. Diabetes wasn't just a condition for her; it was a family legacy. With half her family members wrestling with the same ailment, it was almost a rite of passage.
The sun had barely risen over Forks as she hurriedly got ready for her first day at Forks High School. This new beginning was daunting enough, but it became even more challenging with the knowledge that her diabetes would be a constant companion throughout the day.
As she zipped up her school bag, she made sure to slot in her lifeline - a package of juices. These juices were her safety net, ensuring her blood sugar levels stayed within a safe range. She had diligently followed this routine every day, her tiny insurance policy against hypoglycemia.
With her backpack securely on her shoulders, (Y/N) headed downstairs to the kitchen. Her mom greeted her with a warm smile, understanding the importance of this daily ritual. "Don't forget your juices, dear," she reminded.
(Y/N) grabbed the chilled package from the fridge and slipped it into her bag. "Thanks, Mom," she said, returning the smile. Her mom's familiarity with diabetes had always been a source of comfort.
Minutes later, she was out the door and on her way to Forks High School. The campus buzzed with excitement, but (Y/N) couldn't help feeling a bit of trepidation. New school, new faces, and the relentless specter of diabetes were a lot to handle.
History class was her first stop, and she found a seat next to a boy named Jasper. They exchanged polite nods as she settled into her chair, trying to focus on the teacher's introduction.
Then it happened. A discreet but insistent beep emanated from her wrist. Her watch timer, meticulously set to remind her when to take her juice, had gone off. This was the crucial moment to maintain her blood sugar levels. With practiced ease, she reached into her bag to retrieve her juice, only to discover her heart-sinking realization – it wasn't there.
Panic started to creep in, her fingers trembling as she fumbled through her bag in desperation. Jasper, noticing her distress, leaned closer. "Is everything okay?" he asked in a concerned whisper.
(Y/N) could feel her face flush with anxiety. She mumbled, "I think I left my juice in my locker. I need to go get it."
The teacher, Mrs. Thompson, glanced their way. "Is there a problem?"
(Y/N) stuttered, "I just need to grab something from my locker. It won't take long, I promise."
Mrs. Thompson nodded, granting her permission to leave the class. Her heart raced as she hurried out the door, fervently hoping that her juice would be where she thought it was.
(Y/N) practically sprinted through the hallways, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of waiting another four hours until lunch without her juice was unbearable. She needed to retrieve her lifeline from her locker, and she needed it now.
Finally, she reached her locker, a sense of relief washing over her as she yanked it open. But that relief quickly turned to frustration as she stared at the sight before her. Her textbooks had fallen over and, in a cruel twist of fate, had crushed the juice boxes. Their colorful packaging was torn and sticky liquid seeped from the ruined containers.
"No, no, no," she muttered in frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. It felt like the universe was conspiring against her today, and the overwhelming weight of her situation crashed down on her shoulders. Her mind raced with thoughts of how she would make it through the day without her juice.
Just when it seemed like her world was spiraling out of control, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, are you okay?" It was Rosalie, a girl she barely knew, but one of the few familiar faces in this new school.
(Y/N) blinked back tears and explained what had happened, her voice quivering with anxiety. "I don't know what to do. I can't wait until lunch without my juice."
Rosalie glanced at the sticky mess inside her locker and then at Emmett, who had joined them. "That's totally not cool," he said, sympathy in his eyes. "I'll grab you something from the vending machine. What do you want?"
(Y/N) opened her mouth to protest, but before she could utter a word, Emmett had already taken off down the hallway. She looked helplessly after him, torn between gratitude and a sense of intrusion.
Rosalie placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," she said with a warm smile. "Once Emmett's made up his mind, that's that. He's a bit overbearing at times, but he means well."
(Y/N) couldn't help but smile through her frustration. In this unexpected moment of crisis, she had found a glimmer of kindness and support. Sometimes, it took a helping hand to make a bad situation feel a little more manageable.
Just when (Y/N) thought her day couldn't get any stranger, Emmett returned with a comical surplus of juice boxes in his arms. He had not come back with just one or two; he had brought what looked like a small grocery store worth of them.
"Emmett! What are you doing?" Rosalie exclaimed, smacking him on the back of the head. She looked at the impressive stack of juice boxes with a mix of amusement and disbelief.
Emmett shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "I didn't know how many she wanted, so I just grabbed them all."
(Y/N) stood there, stunned and grateful. She couldn't believe the lengths this stranger was going to in order to help her out. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Emmett chuckled. "No problem at all. It's better to have too many than not enough, right?"
Rosalie rolled her eyes but wore a fond smile. "You always do this, Emmett. How are you going to carry all of them?"
Emmett scratched his head, looking a bit perplexed. "I'll just carry them around until we see her again at lunch. She can take what she needs now."
(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "I don't even know how to thank you both enough," she said, reaching out to take a handful of juice boxes, about six of them. It was a bit heavy, but she could manage.
Emmett grinned, his good-naturedness shining through. "You're welcome. Anytime you need help, just let us know."
Rosalie gave (Y/N) a playful shove. "Girls gotta help girls, right?"
With her backpack now considerably heavier with the added juice boxes, (Y/N) felt a newfound sense of belonging. These two strangers had shown her kindness and support when she needed it most, and she couldn't help but feel that Forks High School might not be such a daunting place after all. As they walked her back to class, she couldn't help but smile, grateful for this unexpected friendship.
Lunchtime arrived, and (Y/N) entered the bustling cafeteria with her stack of juice boxes, feeling a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. She looked around, wondering where to sit when she heard a familiar voice booming across the room.
"Hey, juice girl!" Emmett called out, waving enthusiastically from a table on the other side of the cafeteria. His infectious energy drew the attention of many students, and a few curious glances followed her as she made her way toward him.
A warm smile stretched across her face as she approached Emmett's table. He had saved her from a diabetic crisis earlier in the day, and now he was offering her a seat at his table, as if she were already part of their group.
"Thanks," she said, taking a seat next to Emmett, her stack of juice boxes settling beside her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that she hadn't expected to find so quickly in this new school.
As she settled in and started unpacking her lunch, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness of her new friends. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to her, and it made Forks High School feel a little less dauntin
Emmett introduced his siblings to (Y/N) with a playful grin. "This is Rosalie, my lovely and sometimes overly responsible partner, and this," he gestured dramatically to a young man who had been quiet until now, "is Edward, our resident brooding poet."
“Partner?”
“It’s complicated,” Rosalie says but she gave (Y/N) a warm smile, and Edward nodded in acknowledgment, his expression more reserved.
Emmett couldn't resist a teasing grin as he turned to (Y/N). "And, of course, you already know me, the one who saved the day earlier—your trusty juice retriever." He emphasized the last part, a playful twinkle in his eye.
“Then there’s Alice and jasper but I’m not sure where those two are at the moment.” He added.
(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at Emmett's description. "Yes, my hero," she replied, her gratitude evident in her tone.
Edward, who had been observing the interaction quietly, couldn't resist a smirk. "Emmett and his heroic acts. Quite the storyteller, he is."
Emmett chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I just wanted to make sure our new friend here didn't pass out from low blood sugar."
(Y/N) felt a sense of warmth and camaraderie settling in at the table. These strangers had quickly become friends, and she was grateful for their support. With a newfound sense of belonging, she joined in the conversation, feeling more at ease in this new school than she had thought possible.
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lavender-at-heart · 6 months ago
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Twilight fans!!!! Please send requests, I'm working on two Twilight pieces but I need some more inspiration. Literally anything plzzz. Luv u for life if u do.
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alexlsf · 6 months ago
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You could be the one that I love, I could be the one that you dream of
Message in a bottle is all I can do
Standing here, hoping it gets to you.
Carlisle Cullen has been in love with Esme Platt for years. Will he finally dare tell her ? Emmett and Rosalie hope so.
All-human one-shot.
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longingthoughts · 2 years ago
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I don’t belong, and my beloved neither do you
𝅄  ✧  .˚ fandom: twilight
𝅄  ✧   .˚ focus: novella lambert, novella lambert/rosalie hale
𝅄  ✧  .˚ content warnings: kissing, anxiety
𝅄  ✧  .˚ tags: longing, slight jealousy, shipuary, happy ending, rosalie likes leather and so does novella, pining, reincarnated soulmates, reincarnation, past lives
𝅄  ✧  .˚ music: ivy by taylor swift
𝅄  ✧  .˚ word count: 1,351 
𝅄  ✧  .˚ originally posted: 2022-02-02  
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crackship by kai
March 2005        Novella had waited for what felt like a lifetime to know what happened after the baseball game had occurred. Though Emmett had come around the bakery promising to keep an eye out for her and her family he wouldn't answer her questions and neither would Alice, who told her to ask Bella. Novella glared at Emmett in the bakery as he asked her about the baked goods.        "Can you at least tell me if she's okay? That she's not dying? Charlie isn't even home yet" The short girl huffed as he asked another question about the cinnamon rolls.        "She's in the hospital but she'll survive," Emmett replied, and sensing her about to ask another question he put his hands up. "That's all I can tell you okay?" Novella glared at him again but avoided asking another question. She would just have to ask Bella when she was back. And if she didn't come back she would just have to be the most annoying version of herself and get her friend to talk to her. Novella knew that Bella hadn't felt the most at home but she wasn't sure if that had changed now. Novella softened and chewed her lip as she answered every question Emmett had about the sweets. After all, the thought of tasting cardboard for all time seemed horrible.       About a week later though charlie was home and so was Bella. Novella made fresh baked goods that she knew both the swans enjoyed, carefully baking them to perfection as if the sweets could get some answers out of Bella. It wasn't even that she just wanted to know what had happened, though that curiosity was there, she also just wanted to make sure that her friend was okay. That she was okay after everything. "Sai I finished the box, can you still give me a ride?" She asked her best friend not trusting the bike with the baked goods she had specifically spent all day on. "Yes Nov, this shift is almost done." She heard her friend say from the front of the bakery, the tone of her voice telling Novella the bakery was empty.        Fifteen minutes later they were outside of the swan residence she told Sadie that she could walk home and she would call if she was late before she made her way up to the door. It was charlie who greeted her at the door. "Hi Charlie I brought you and Bella's favorites," Novella peered around him into the house. "She's home right?"        "Yeah kid, she's up in her room recovering, could you bring her favorite baked good up to her? I don't want to interrupt your girl time." Charlie said and the care he had for his daughter tugged at Novella's heartstrings.        "Of course, thanks" She replied easily grabbing a small plate and putting the cream cheese danish on it before she made her way upstairs. It was a little too staged the way that Bella was sitting as though she was trying to seem casual.        "He ruined my dramatic entrance didn't he?" Novella joked also pointing out that she in fact did know that Edward had been there. Bella looked as though she was going to deny it before she let out a sheepish grin. "I knew it!" Novella exclaimed as quietly as she could to not make Charlie worry.        "Oh, and I have a cream cheese danish for you."She said almost as an afterthought.        "Oh."She heard the taller brunette say as she took the plate.       "So come on tell me what happened? Also don't just say you fell down the stairs, I was at the game in case you forgot." She added the second part almost as if it was an afterthought.        As Bella told her what happened she listened intently wanting to know everything but her brain kept going back to one of the first details she shared, that she had to trade clothes with Rosalie. It wasn't something that she should be jealous of, Bella was literally running for her life, but her brain kept going back to the fact. Part of her wished she got to trade clothes with Rose. Though the idea of going on the run was terrifying it wasn't that she was jealous of. She was jealous of the closeness she had gotten to be to Rose by wearing her clothes. Still she knew the thought was stupid so she kept pushing the thoughts away as she listened to her friend's story and added her own quips.
June 2006       If someone had asked her what she thought her life would be like now she would not in a million years have been able to have guessed this. She sat in the cabin she had been staying at lately that the Cullens promised would keep her and everyone safe on her request feeling she wasn't ready to be in the Cullens house full time. It had been a lot to process since April, the month she had been turned by victoria as some sick act of revenge against the Cullens and Bella. After turning she not only had memories of now but also of before of Rose. It had been hell to process those alone while also taking on the other newborn's guilt. It looked like it would be a little better now, though the Volturi wanted Bella turned yesterday. But she couldn't control any of that. "Hey Rose" She said feeling the presence of her nearby.       "Do you remember the talk we had the other night?" Rose asked. Novella felt mortified remembering telling Rose about how she had been jealous of Bella when she had been on the run. The worst part is she couldn't even blame something like sleep deprivation or something on it because she was a vampire now and sleep was impossible. "Don't worry Neph," Rose replied using the nickname of her past life as if it was as easy as breathing air. "it's not as embarrassing you think. I actually think it's really cute." She heard rose say steadying her embarrasment all at once.        "I remember." Novella said shifting to look at Rose as she sat on the couch with her. Rosalie was holding a box Novella raised her eyes at her in question.        "Well, I wanted to bring you this, open it." Rose said handing the box to her. Novella took the box carefully looking at it. It was clearly a new box for this specific occasion. It was a black box wrapped in a magenta ribbon carefully. It was clearly picked out with Novella in mind. She gently tugged at the ribbon not wanting her new strength to hurt the delicate thing. She opened the box exposing more magenta this time it was tissue paper. She was a lot less careful with this than she was the ribbon pushing it back to see black leather. Novella couldn't help the small sound of amazement that came out of her mouth. "It's from the eighties, I bought it because it seemed like something that you would wear and I really missed you. When you talked about being jealous of Bella it made me remember it. I've worn it to school for a week so it should smell like me." She heard Rose say. Novella carefully pushed the box to her spot on the couch as she grabbed the jacket and settled it on her shoulders. Looking at rose's smile made her melt completely. "You look beautiful with it on" She heard the blonde say to her.        "Rose have I told you lately that I love you?" Novella asked her settling on Rose's lap instead of the rest of the couch. To some, it would have been fast but it really wasn't. Novella, having been named Nephele at the time, had spent the rest of her life in love and mourning her. The whole time the Cullens had been in forks she felt drawn to her. These feelings were always there. Novella wrapped her arms around Rosalie's neck and kissed her. Feeling Rose's arms wrap around her waist. It just felt right.
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thegoldfishkid13 · 1 year ago
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Transformed Jasper Hale x reader
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A/n: Please feel free to send me requests for characters :)
Warning: Blood mentioned, death kinda, swearing?, Rosalie being softish
Words count: 794
Type: Sorta angsty with a dabble fluff
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  I lay on the ground in agony, pieces of glass scattered around me. The vampire, not one I know, is standing above me wiping the blood from his mouth. My blood! The pain suddenly hit causing me to groan, a fire sensation shot through my body. The vampire bent down to touch my face, I tried to pull away but I couldn’t. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. 
   I couldn’t understand what he said, the pain was unbearable. All I want is for the pain to stop. Another agonizing shot of pain runs through my body.
  “Please…” I begged for him to make the pain stop, to do something. He shook his head no.
  “ Sorry sweetheart, but a lesson needs to be taught.” Confusion filled my brain. ‘ Why was I being punished?’ ‘Did Jasper get into trouble and not tell me?’ While questions raced through my head another vampire joined him in the room. She looked down at me and smirked, she motioned something and then they both jumped out of the window. I layed on the floor still, I couldn’t move or more pain would shoot through my body. It felt like I layed there for hours on end, in reality it was 30 minutes. I heard the front door of my house open and then shut. Someone was yelling my name. 
  I tried to scream for help but all that was able to be released was a strangled cry. Footsteps grew quickly and louder, he wasn’t alone, someone was with him. My bedroom door flew open with so much force that it almost blew it off the hinges. They rushed over to my side. I opened my eyes and looked at who was standing there, it was Alice, Jasper and Carlisle.
  “Make it stop please, It hurts!” I beg. Carlisle was quick to get down by my side and the others followed, he turns my head and see the bite mark, which was slowly healing.
  “ We are too late, she will transform soon.” He spoke “The venom has already entered her blood stream and started to take over. The best thing we can do is stay with her.” His voice was calm and serious.
  “There has to be something we can do, right?” Jasper spoke, Carlisle shook his head no, nothing could be done. I close my eyes again, too weak to speak. I felt a cold hand grip mine and I heard footsteps leave the room, most likely giving me and Jasper space. Cold lips connected with my forehead.
  “I’m sorry darlin’, I love you and now we can be together forever, nothing will bring us apart.” His voice shook, if he could cry he would. A strangled groan leaves my mouth and that’s the last thing I remember. 
   I woke up in the Cullen family home. I could tell that it was Jasper's room by the dark sage green walls, the color we picked together. I get up and look in the mirror, to see that I was changed into a black dress, I gasp. My eyes are red and my skin is cold and pale. I open the door and walk down the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting. Most looked solem and others looked worried. Alice was the first one to notice me standing there. 
  “Y/n? You’re finally awake.” She said, excitement filled her voice. Everyone turned and looked at me, I just stood there and nodded, not knowing what to say. Jasper rose from his place on the couch and rushed over to me. He wrapped me in an almost bone crushing hug. 
   “Oh darlin’” Was all he said. I hugged him back, squeezing him, rocking us back and forth. Everyone got up and joined the hug, each saying they were glad that I’m okay and everything.
  “What even happened?” I asked. I already knew the answer but it would be comforting to be told.
  “ You were transformed into a vampire and now you're one of us.''Alice said, her voice was giddy and excited.
“You have so much to learn, come one.” Alice grabbed my hand and drugged me out of the house and into the woods. I tried to protest but it’s Alice and she doesn’t listen. Edward stayed inside with Bella, who still had a bandage around her wrist from some sort of accident I’m guessing. Rosalie and Emmet were standing with us. 
  “Y/n I know I haven’t been the nicest to you and I apologize.” Rosalie spoke, this shocked me.
  “ Thank you Rosalie, it means alot.” I said and gave her a wide grin, Emmet gave her a hug and mumbled something causing me to let out a small giggle. Maybe transforming was for the best.
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wandaslittlelove · 8 months ago
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Rosalie Hale
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Dark ♞, Smut ❤️‍🔥, Fluff 🌸, Angst 💔
Series:
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badfry · 2 years ago
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۰ ۪۪۫۫ · you cut your hair. someway, somehow, that led to rosalie hale spending the night with you.
☾ warnings—cheating (my apologies, emmett)
☾ word count—2.2k
☾ notes—i wanted self-indulgent soft collegiate rosalie to christen this blog with. as ariana grande once said: i want it, i got it. written with f!reader in mind, but it can be read as gn!reader. sfw (with the potential for a sequel...)
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At first, you didn’t think she was ever on campus during the day—you never ran into her at the college bookstore shopping for textbooks at the start of the year, or at the coffee shop downing a triple shot espresso before her classes, or at the bar crying into a shot glass after them, like you had with everyone else.
So in the beginning, you only ever saw her during your night class.
But when the second semester started, you could have sworn you saw her everywhere, all the time. You thought you were karmically doomed; you’d spent the entirety of the last semester staring at the back of her head, imagining what it would be like to lean over her shoulder and press your lips to the perpetually downturned corners of hers—maybe she’d melt a little, smile the smallest smile, but you’d be able to feel it once she pressed back into you—
Maybe you were doomed. Or maybe she was just that magnetic, and now that your eyes knew her shape, they would forever be drawn to her—no matter how big the crowd or how dark the room was.
Her name was Rosalie; she never responded to Rose. There was a big, gleaming, asscher cut diamond perched prettily on her left ring finger. She never said a thing in class, even though she sat in the front row. She wasn’t eager to answer any of the professor’s questions or awkwardly overshare about her life like the others who sat beside her. You didn’t know if she was really engaged, or if she was just rich with flashy tastes, but you stupidly hoped it was the latter.
Her hair fell to the middle of her back in perfectly blown-out golden waves. She never put it up. She never grew it longer, cut it shorter, or dyed it a different color. She was simply pristine—never a hair out of place or a split end to be trimmed.
You thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. So did everyone else. Your classmates all took their turns getting shot down, and you sat back and watched them all get their hearts broken. You took it as a reminder: your imaginings would never be anything more than that, so it was best to move on.
You cut your hair at the end of the semester when you were sure you’d never see her again. People in movies always cut their hair after something big—a break-up, a rejection, whatever—to help them get over it. It had never really worked for you in the past, but you still did it every six months or so. Your head felt lighter even if your heart didn’t.
You suspected that you would spend the rest of your life thinking about Rosalie; often now, then less and less frequently over time, until one day it would just be every once in a blue moon. She wasn’t the sort of woman you could forget.
Especially when you saw her everywhere you went.
So when a late-night study session at the library turned into a café-crawl for a pick-me-up, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see her there—but you were. Your heart even skipped a beat.
She was sitting at a table for two right next to the door, reading a book. She had a cup of coffee, but it looked cold and untouched. For some reason, you found yourself asking her, “Does it suck?”
Rosalie peered up at you through her lashes. In the dim light of the café, her eyes were dark and sensuous. She grimaced, and you felt your stomach turn to lead. “Pardon me?”
You wanted to turn around and run away. What the hell had gotten into you? Why did you think you could just walk up and talk to her? She was out of your league. She was probably taken. And yet you gestured weakly to her cup despite all of that. “The coffee. It looks like you didn’t like it.”
Rosalie stared at you for a moment longer, then glanced at her cup of coffee. “No,” she said slowly, “I’m more of a tea person, is all.”
It sounded like she was tasting the words before she settled upon them. You wondered if that’s how she usually spoke; carefully, reverently, like each word meant something special to her. “I guess you were feeling adventurous today,” you said, partly to her, partly to yourself.
“I suppose so,” she said, closing her book and laying it on the table. She ran her eyes up and down your frame; you felt a shiver crawl down your spine. “Would you like to join me?” she finally asked.
“Yes,” you said, far too eagerly. “I mean, sure. I need to order, but I’ll be right back.” No shit, Sherlock, you thought to yourself. Could you embarrass yourself any worse? You hoped not.
You ordered yourself a drink, and when the barista asked if you’d like anything else, you hesitated. She was a tea person, but what sort of tea person? Green tea, black tea, decaf? Maybe it was a bad idea—it definitely was a bad idea—but—
When you came back to the table with a drink for both you and her, Rosalie appeared unsurprised. People probably bought her drinks all the time. Disappointment curdled in your gut, but you still sat down across from her and pushed the tea her way. “I hope you like Earl Grey.”
Rosalie closed the book she was reading and closed her pale, bony fingers around the handle of the mug. “I… do,” she said. She pulled the mug closer to her, then cradled it between her palms. She didn’t sip at it; she seemed to be too busy enjoying the way its warmth seeped into her.
You sipped at your own drink nervously. Your hands were trembling, so you kept them wrapped tight around your mug. Despite your drink’s warmth, your hands went cold from the lack of circulation. You’d officially run out of things to say.
“You cut your hair,” Rosalie suddenly pointed out.
“Oh, um, yeah,” you stuttered. You hadn’t expected her to remember you, let alone how your hair used to look.
She must have misread your expression, because then she asked, “Do you not like it?”
“I do,” you assured her. “Sort of. I’m still getting used to it.”
Rosalie tilted her head and examined you far too closely. You tried and failed to swallow past the lump in your throat. “It suits you,” she said, and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. “And even if you end up disliking it, it will grow back.”
“That’s true.” She was still staring at you, something indecipherable hidden behind the dark depths of her eyes, and as much as you reveled in her undivided attention, it made you panic. “Have you ever thought about cutting yours?”
“No,” she responded immediately. “Why? Do you not like it?”
You barked out a strange little laugh before you could stop yourself. “I love it,” you said. “It’s beautiful, really. I just can’t leave my hair alone, so I find it hard to believe anyone else can.”
Rosalie smiled. You thought she looked sad, somehow. “You’re sweet,” she sighed. “My hair grows very slowly, so I never thought cutting it any shorter would be smart.”
“Oh, it’s always a stupid idea,” you admitted. “But that’s part of the fun. And like you said, it’ll grow back, slow or fast. And if all else fails, you could get a wig.”
Rosalie looked away from you, brows furrowed. You were worried—had you offended her? Maybe you’d come across as too pushy or judgmental. You should change the subject. Your eyes flitted about wildly, desperate for something to talk about that wouldn’t send her running away from you; they landed on her ring, which was certainly not a topic that would help you out anytime soon.
“Are you engaged?” you asked anyway because you loved to stick your foot in your mouth.
But it made her look at you again. You could have sunk into her eyes and never resurfaced. “Not exactly,” she murmured.
What does that mean, you wanted to ask, but you didn’t get the chance to.
“I think you’re right,” Rosalie said. “You should cut my hair.”
You blinked. “What?”
Rosalie smiled, and this time, you thought she actually looked happy. “You should take me home and cut my hair.”
Your face went numb. “Okay,” you choked out.
And so you brought Rosalie Hale home.
She sat in your desk chair and stared at you through the mirror you’d set up in front of her as you asked her how short she wanted to cut her hair; she held one hand up to her shoulder in response.
“Above or below?”
“What do you think would look better?”
You lost the unofficial staring contest Rosalie had started. “You could pull off anything, really. But it doesn’t matter what I think.”
“I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t matter,” she said.
“Why does it?” you asked.
“You said my hair is beautiful.” Rosalie tilted her head back until you looked her in the eye once more. Under the bright white light of your lamp, her eyes looked lighter than they had in the café—maybe they were hazel. “I’d like it if you still thought that after cutting it.”
“As long as it’s what you want,” you told her, “I can promise you I will.”
Luckily, she seemed to take you at your word. "Above, then," she settled on.
"Alright," you agreed, carefully gathering her hair between your hands without tugging it too hard. It was thick, coarse, and ridiculously weighty in your palms, although it had always appeared delicate and sleek from afar. "This might take a while. Do you want a drink or something?"
"No, thank you." Rosalie made having good posture look easy. "Take your time. I believe I trust you."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," you said, half-joking. Your cheeks were burning. Rosalie's trust weighed on you heavier than her hair. You had no clue how you'd earned it, but you never wanted to lose it.
It took you a little over an hour to cut her hair. Your arms were sore and the fingers on your dominant hand ached to hell and back, but you didn't care. Your eyes were glued to Rosalie's reflection in the mirror; you thought she looked sad again. "What do you think?" you asked her, stomach churning.
Rosalie stared at herself in silence for what felt like the longest minute of your life. Then she gave herself a smile, tremulous at the edges, and said to you, "It's not so heavy anymore."
"It's kind of weird, right?"
"A little," she admitted huskily, peering down at the golden strands that littered your floor now. Her chest rose and fell swiftly, but you couldn't hear her breathing.
"It's normal to cry, the first time," you were quick to assure her. You hesitated, then laid a hand upon her shoulder. "I won't judge."
Rosalie took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, then sighed, "No. I'm fine." After a moment, she stood up and turned to you. Her eyes were warm, flitting back and forth across your face rapidly. "Do you still think my hair looks beautiful?"
You couldn't answer her when she looked at you like that—like you were something special. You looked at your feet, the hair all over your floor, and eventually, you asked her, "Do you regret it?"
"No."
"Then yes."
Rosalie huffed out a laugh. "Are you worried you might hurt my feelings?"
"No," you muttered, "I just think you're beautiful when you're happy. In general, I mean."
Rosalie took a step closer to you. Your heart fluttered in response. As though she had heard it and wanted to feel it for herself, she reached her hands up and pressed them to your chest. "Look at me," she whispered.
You tried, but you couldn't. She dragged her hands up each side of your neck, leaving millions of tiny goosebumps in their wake, then cradled your face between her palms. She pulled it up to hers gently, beseechingly, until finally, you could look her in the eye. "I'm sorry," you sighed. You thought of how she'd said she wasn't exactly engaged, and how at that moment, you could feel the white gold band of her ring rubbing against your skin; even still, you thought of how long you'd imagined yourself pressing your lips to hers.
"Don't be," she entreated. Then she wrapped one of her hands around the back of your head, pressed her chest to yours, and kissed you ever-so-softly.
You shuddered; your breaths entwined. Rosalie's lips were colder than you'd thought they would be, so you sucked the bottom one into your mouth, then the top. When you pulled back from her, her mouth was warmer and wetter than it had been to start with, gleaming prettily in the white lamplight.
"Would you mind," Rosalie panted, "if I stayed the night?"
"Of course not," you said, against your better judgment.
Rosalie grinned and kissed you harder than before. You could feel it, just like you'd always imagined; it made you grin, too.
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ghoulie-67-baby · 2 years ago
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I know- Rosalie Hale & Emmett Cullen.
Summary: Rosalie knows you have a crush on Emmett.
Warnings: Emotional distress (minor), implied polyamorous relationship, suggestive conversation, slight nudity, slight degradation of self.
Pairing: Rosalie hale x GN!reader x Emmett Cullen.
Word count: 1,203.
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I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I watched Jasper and Emmett tumble around the grass, play fighting. There was no doubt that Emmett was showing off because he was aware I was watching. I couldn't help but praise Jasper for humouring him.
Shaking my head, I straightened the corner of the blanket I was lounging on and attempted to go back to reading but the sight of Emmett messing around and his hearty laugh distracted me.
Giving up, I placed the bookmark in my novel and set it to one side, all of my attention on the goofy man. Laughing to myself, I saw his face plant the dirt. Despite how big and strong he was, Jasper was trained in the art of combat which made watching them even more amusing.
Everything about Emmett was entrancing, my attention entirely on him when we were in the same room. I had tried my damned hardest all the time I'd known the family not to let on but Edward could hear my thoughts and Jasper could feel my emotions. I was insanely grateful the two hadn't said anything but I knew that couldn't last forever.
Booming laughter filled the area, the sound bouncing off the trees, as Jasper taunted his brother. My stomach fizzed at the sound, and a strange feeling worked into my throat but I swallowed it down.
My eyes caught how every so often Emmett would step into a stream of sunlight and any bare skin would erupt into an explosion of diamonds. Every time this happened, my breath caught in my throat, entranced by how gorgeous he looked. A deep blush crept up my chest and neck when he caught me watching and it could have only been for my benefit that he pulled off his shirt and slung it across the grass in my direction.
My blush quickly rose to cover my cheeks, emotions fluttering away which caught the empath's attention. Amusement glittered in his eyes as he shot me a playful grin. I shook my head, smiling back and switching my gaze back to his brother.
I couldn't help but gawp at him no. His pale skin rippled against his exposed muscles, the sun bouncing off his skin and contrasting greatly with his dark hair and Topaz eyes.
"Gorgeous isn't he?" My head snapped to my right, silent as Rosalie sat beside me.
"Oh I wasn't watching for that reason," I stuttered, shaking my head in a slight panic. "It's just funny watching them fight."
"You were," My eyes stayed fixed on her as she watched her husband. "You were watching for that reason." She stated, my heart rate rising as panic and guilt set in. "It's okay, I know he's gorgeous and so does he." She laughed softly, her eyes never leaving him.
"Okay, yeah, he is stunning," I admitted with a grin. "But you're all vampires so you can't really blame me now can you." I clasped my hands in my lap, a habit I had out of nervousness, worried she finally knew. Shifting my eyes back up, I noticed Jasper had slacked off fighting to help me handle my panic so I sent him a wave of gratitude to say thanks.
"I know," Rosalie's eyes finally stared into mine causing my heart to jump under her gaze. "I know you watch him, know you feel things for him you shouldn't. I even know you fantasise about him." Her voice dropped to a whisper, mostly for effect due to their enhanced hearing. "You imagine things that you think are disgusting because he's a happily married man and you're ashamed of yourself for it." I didn't dare to look up at her, scared to see the disgust and anger mar her beautiful features. "But I also know you think the same things about me."
Biting my lip, I clenched my fists in a shitty attempt to stay grounded and calm. I almost jumped as a soft, cold hand covered my own.
"It's okay Y/N, I don't mind that you have a thing for Emmett, or me for that matter." She squeezed my hand gently. " If I minded we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"I'm sorry Rosalie," I whispered, "I didn't want to upset anyone and I never would've made any advancements. I don't want to ruin anything."
"What if I told you that we've had our eyes on you too?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she spoke. "What if I told you," She leant closer to me, her shoulder pressed against mine as she whispered in my ear. "That we want you just as much as you want us?" Swallowing hard, I forced my eyes to meet hers.
"Then I'd tell you that you're either crazy or stupid Rosalie." I shook my head, my heart dropping as I smiled at her cynically. "I'm human; breakable, fragile, slow and stupid compared to you guys. You don't want me, believe me."
"And I'd tell you that I'll make your life a living hell if you keep demeaning yourself like that." Her voice was hard and stern, eyes blazing with anger as she stared down at me. "If you weren't what we wanted then I wouldn't have brought it up. If it's not what you want then that's all you have to say and we'll never bring it back up again. But I want you to know that Emmett and I are more than willing to give this a go." Slender, cold fingers laced into my own, squeezing comfortingly and I returned the gesture with a smile.
"If you two want to try, I won't pretend I don't," I assured her, grinning as Emmett and Jasper crashed to the floor. I knew Emmett was listening in and this was confirmed when he bellowed out a cheer.
My own laughter mingled with Rosalie's as we watched him. Relief was overtaking my system much to jasper's relief and my chest bubbled with happiness and anticipation. The two men playfully shoved each other as they walked towards the house. Jasper broke off from his brother as Emmett swiped his shirt off the floor before making his way over to the blanketed sitting space.
"I hope you both had fun watching." He teased as he sauntered over to us, winking at me with his trademark grin. "I know I had fun listening in." I shook my head in embarrassment and amusement as he knelt before Rosalie and pulled her into a kiss.
My cheeks flushed as the two share their passionate moment, her hands wrapping around his neck whilst his rested on her hips. My gaze shifted away t let them have the moment, trying to ignore the popping candy feeling in my stomach.
My heart skipped in my chest as he pressed a sweet, gentle kiss on my cheek before settling on the blanket across from us. I couldn't help the onslaught of emotion as the three of us sat and began to talk about it with the occasional tease from Emmett about how obvious I was.
I couldn't help but think that maybe this was the start of the best thing to ever happen to me.
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Burning Sun: Chapter 6
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Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader
Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.
Chapter Warnings: Semi-Angst, Slow-Burn Romance, Attempted Sexual Assault, Illegal Street Racing, Smoking, Drinking, Flirting
Chapter Theme: Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance 
Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Messaging, Bold/Italic = Flashback, “Words” = Thought, but out loud
A/n: None
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You went off to college like any other post-high school graduate. But, in actuality, it was to get away from Forks... And Rosalie...
"Can't believe you decided to stay in that shitty little town," You tease one of your friends over the phone, “With your photography skills, you could;d definitely start a small photography business over there.”
"You can't blame me, parents need someone running the diner nowadays," She sighs, "Besides, I need to understand business and financing to start my own photography business and build that portfolio."
“Okay, point taken,” You chuckle
“By the way, I heard about what happened between you and Rosalie outside of the movies a few weeks ago. You doing alright?” She asks
“Honestly... I don’t know,” You truthfully answer, “Like... It felt good to finally get all that pent up anger out on her but... I just...”
Your best friend listens on the other end as you try to figure out the ‘gaping hole’ feeling you were feeling deep in the bowels of your heart.
“Do I sense a continuing of harbored feelings towards Rosalie?” Your friend asks
“Hell no,” You lie
I... Don’t know...
“You’re definitely lying to me Y/n, you still harbor feelings for her,” She teases
"Hey no! Rosalie knew she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship and she didn’t communicate that to me and ended up leading me on, making me believe I had a chance to have her be my girlfriend," You groan, “She simply ghosted me. Even though we had times where we had our moments...”
"And you never called it official?" She asks
"Nope," You say, "It was never in discussion. We we're simply enjoying each others' company..."
"But... What was that stunt at the movies?" She asks
"No clue," You reply, "One point she wants nothing to do with me, next, she gets all jealous that I'm out with my friends and not her."
"Ooooh you picked yourself a fiesty one huh?" She teases you
"More like she pined for the hot headed bitch," You chuckle, "More like uh... Mutual pining... I guess..."
"Oh do I sense dormant feelings for Rosalie still y/n?" She asks, in such a tone your head shot towards your phone
"No!" You say, "She never liked me. That's that! I gotta go... My class starts soon..."
You hang up your phone and lean against the countertop. You let out a deep sigh before throwing stuff into your backpack before heading out from your apartment.
*Rosalie’s POV* Not a day went by when you thought about the day you saw Y/n last; at the movies with her friends. How she wasn’t all close with you... How she stood up to you... You also thought about back during Freshman year, how she was able to stand up to football players... Compared to your human life and your current life, she was the first person to ever make you feel... Anything... Whether it was happiness, safety... It was anything... And everything.
“Rosalie,” Carlisle calls 
You were snapped out of your daydream as you hear your name.
“We’re going hunting,” He says
“I’m... Going to stay here,” You sigh, remaining on the couch
“Rosalie,” Esme comes to sit next to you, “This is the third time you haven’t gone hunting.”
“Carlisle is still willing to bring me food,” You scoff
“Rosalie, Esme’s right,” He follows to sit on your other side, “You need to come out hunting with us... This isn’t like you...”
“She's sulking about Y/n,” Edward says
“Will you butt out of my mind Edward?!” You turn to him, giving him the death glare
“Rosalie,” Carlisle kneels in front of you, “I’m sorry that you are hurting right now... But, hunting is the most important thing right now.”
“Jesus Rosalie sulk about it later,” Edward says
You get up from your chair and stride right up to him, “Read my damn mind one more time...”
You growl.
“Come on Rosalie, we need to hunt,” Alice tries to diffuse the situation
*Y/n’s POV* You just finished an assignment that was due the following night over your laptop.
Oh what to do now...
You look at your phone and clear any notifications you saw. However, just as you were about to put your phone back down, you see Rosalie’s name pop up.
Hey what are you doing right now?
Just finished an assignment that’s due for class tomorrow night.
Would you want to go out?
Rosalie... Last time we had ‘gone out’, you didn't say anything to me for the rest of the night and ghosted me for the last 2 years of high school. What’s going to be different this time?
I wanna take you to one of those underground car shows...
You let your thumbs hover over the digital keyboard... Wondering of how to respond...
I do want to unwind a bit and go out but... I don’t know how to feel since it’s Rosalie...
You have a cool car to show off?
Do I have a- Yes I do!
Wasn’t sure if you still had the other one you said your dad gave.
Been modifying it ever since. Where is it?
Seattle...
Holy- Okay... I’ll meet you there I guess...
Fortunately it was the weekend, you had no other plans; you were all caught up with your assignments and there was nothing but waiting for the weekend to begin. 
Guess it wouldn’t hurt...
You look into your phone and Rosalie gas you the coordinates to the meeting spot. 
However, once you pulled into the lot, and into an open spot... It was already overwhelming for you. You didn't know what to think.. Semi-fresh 18 year old at a car show... 
Fun...
However, your eyes finally dart to a familiar blonde...
“Rosalie!” you call, beginning to make your way towards her
“Oh...” You sigh, seeing Rosalie with her ‘date’
You try to play it cool and hop onto the hood of your car, pulling out a vape pen, taking a hit from it but immediately breathing it back out; not inhaling it into your lungs. 
“Y/n?” Rosalie spots you
Damnit...
You look up and see her coming towards you, her boy toy trailing behind her. You let out a grunt as she simply runs into your arms, acting as if you hadn’t seen each other in years...
It’s only been about a month...
“You move on quick,” You conclude, gently pushing her out of your embrace
“Oh.. Him? He's just-”
“Women like her need big strong men,” He concludes, flexing his muscles
Oh, god another ‘alpha male’....
“Don’t listen to him Y/n, I only showed up with him is because I was walking and he was the first to offer a ride...” She explains
“You could have told me to pick you up...”
“Y/n, you were four hours away from home,” Rosalie says
Did I say that out loud?...
It wasn’t too much longer when the realization hit that you were willing to drive four hours to pick up Rosalie for this... Event.
“If you're done with this lady Rose, I want to introduce you to my boys,” The mysterious man says
You watch as Rosalie’s expression flinches as the man grabs her by the wrist, seeing his grip on it; deadly... Tight... Unappealing. 
Rosalie gives you a look... One you only recognized as ‘help me’ before your wounded pride and jealously-
Wait...
Am I- Jealous?...
took over and you only watched as Rosalie gets dragged off into the crowd of testosterone. 
+*+
You had a couple of guys come ask you about your car; hopping off of the hood to pop it open for them to see the engine you’ve been modifying: it was your senior year project. Obviously, you aced it. 
“I told you she was a looker,” A familiar voice echoes through your mind
Your head shot up after hearing it; but the crowd...
How?...
You hop off the hood of your car and begin tracing the steps towards the voice. 
“Y/n...” Another familiar, but feminine voice calls out to you
“Rosalie...” Your mouth mutters
your body began moving through the crowd of men (at least majority of the crowd were male), trying to find one blonde female... 
Iridescent eyes... Skin that sparkled in the sunlight...
The crowd parts to reveal Rosalie’s location. Almost immediately you walk into her direction, that damned attractive smile as she watches you approach her. 
You shake your head out of your little fantasy as you continue trying to search for her. 
“Rose...” Your voice calls, your legs breaking out into a run
“Y/n...” Her voice echoes
“Rose!” Your voice raises in decibels 
Once you pushed through the sea of people, you see her and the guy she showed up with attempting to press himself against her... You could easily read her face that she was uncomfortable and looking for a way out. 
“R-Rose!” You call out, your legs picking up the pace
*Rosalie’s POV* Your head turns to the direction of Y/n’s voice, as you see her briskly walk up to the man.
“Hey!” A voice screams 
Both you and the stranger man look to the origin of the voice. y/n was approaching the both of you faster than your mind can process what was going on until you found yourself feeling weightless. 
“What the hell?!” the guy holds his jaw
“Read her face dumbass,” She gestures to your scared expression, “She clearly doesn’t want any of your advances.”
“Oh and you think she wants anything to do with you?!” He asks, striding up to her, clearly an attempt to impress you and intimidate her
“No,” She replies, “But, it’s clear harassment on your part buddy.”
“Yeah?” He asks, looking down at you, “What will you do about it runt?”
“We have all of these cars,” She says, smirking, “Why don't we have a race?”
You immediately jump in front of y/n, staring up at her.
“Don’t do it Y/n,” You beg, “Let’s just leave.”
*Y/n’s POV* You were actually considering it... Considering it was coming from Rosalie Hale. And the look she gave you is one of many that you couldn’t resist. You were in the process of reaching for her hand until you saw her being ripped from your arm.
“She ain’t going anywhere unless you race,” The guy smirks
“Fine,” You say, walking back up to him, “Let’s race then.”
+*+
 The both of you pull up to the end of the street...
“Course is easy,” The flag woman explains, “Race through the abandoned warehouse, and back.”
As you start your engine, you see someone approaching your window.
“What Rosalie?” You ask
“You still have a chance to back out,” She says
“And let you go home with him?” You scoff, “Not a chance.”
“So you’ll be able to do that?” She asks, scoffing as well
“More like keeping you out of something you may regret later,” You counter argue 
She stands and takes a few steps away from the two cars. 
“On your marks...”
Engines rev...
“Get set...”
The flag girl raises the flag above her head...
“Go!”
The flag comes down.
Immediately the both of you slam on the gas, sailing down the open road. You felt the pit of your stomach hit the back of your body... God it felt thrilling. However, your euphoria feel was short-lived as you saw the guy’s car speeding forward.
Ahh, guy uses some boosters huh... Bad idea... HIs type of car can only handle so much before it begins to falter.
You shift your eyes over for a second to see what the guy was going to attempt to do in order to intimidate you...
“I’m’ going to win!” He yells 
You shift your gear for smoother sailing through the street. Thank god for construction for repairing the roads. You hear an engine beginning to sputter. However, you were still cruising smoothly. But, when you look into the rearview mirror, the guy’s car was lagging behind. 
You cross the finish line and then do a donut. 
“Guy’s ass got beat by a female!” One of his friends teases him
You look to Rosalie’s direction, as she smiles, tucking hair behind her ear. 
As you take the trophy from the flag girls’ hands, sirens blared... Everyone was in a state of panic and began either: running away or hopping into their cars to drive away. 
Rosalie was about to turn to the guy she showed up with however, he was already in the process of getting into his vehicle and driving off. Her next objective was to search for you however, she was beginning to assume that you driven off without her.
As the police sirens blared, you were hopping into your drivers seat to escape, however, you call out to Rosalie to get in as the sirens closed in. But, she didn’t move an inch.
“Rosalie get your cute ass in my car now!” You yelp
You grab her bridal style and pull her into your lap as you shut the door, finally getting the chance to hit the gas, dashing your way out. 
It wasn’t long until Rosalie realizes the situation. Immediately she wraps her arms around your neck to prevent being flung around as you made tight turns. No cops were on your tail but you had to make sure that you were at a decent distance from the area so you could drive back to your apartment peacefully.
“You okay?” You ask, with a tense tone
“More importantly, are you okay?” She asks, “You sound tense...”
“Well, trying to evade cops at the age of 18 is not the most fun thing to experience if they catch you,” You sigh in frustration
*Rosalie’s POV* You could hear her rapid heartbeat... Hell, you could even feel it...  
“’cute ass’?” You ask, smiling
“Shut up,” She replies, not letting her eyes veer away from the road ahead
*Y/n’s POV* The both of you walk into your apartment, trophy in hand, a blonde woman trailing behind you.
“Not what I expected to have in my apartment,” You joke, placing the trophy on your desk
You look to where Rosalie was and she comes walking back in with a first aid kit. 
“Sit,” She sighs, “I can’t believe you simultaneously took on three guys... And won.”
“Don’t think I can hold my own in a street fight?” You ask
“No, but, just simply surprised,” Rosalie answers 
You watch her kneel in front of you, looking at you intently; a bashed cheekbone was what she was looking at. But, when her finger trickles across your cheek... That familiar coldness you felt when you tried to warm up Rosalie during her sleepover party... 
“You’re still cold,” You say, taking your hand into hers, “Here...”
Rosalie stops patching your busted cheek as she takes in the warmth of your hand. Despite that it won’t ever warm you. 
“I’m fine Y/n,” She says
She pulls her hand away from yours and continues to patch up your wounds. 
“Th-There,” She says, “Patched up.”
Your face nearly eats your bedsheets as you attempt to lean into her touch. She stands, but the awkward silence greets the both of you. 
“I’m going to head out... Since... Carlisle is most likely expecting me home... Eventually,” She says
She turns her back to you, beginning to head for the door, rather quickly.
“No you’re not leaving at a time like this,” You say, catching up to her 
Your hand slams on the door, closing it just as she opens it. Rosalie knocks her back into the door, looking up at you as you hover over her; a hunter stalking its prey. 
“It’s dangerous out here in the middle of the night,” You explain, “I’ll drive you home first thing in the morning. I’ll tell Carlisle you and I got back to my place really late.”
*Rosalie’s POV* This was how the man was attempting to kiss you... However, with Y/n... The atmosphere was different... She as calm... Not-so demanding, willing to give you an option... The thinning air between the both of you was wearing thin...
Not that air mattered to you anyway... But, the tension, lack of oxygen... Everything was thinning out...
“Stay...” She says, gently begging, “Please...”
Her breath after saying ‘please’ trickled against your cold lips. Part of you wanted to kiss her. Your head unconsciously nods as she begins following you back into her place.
*Y/n’s POV* Dude, what are you doing?! Having the girl who played you stay in your apartment?! You’re unbelievable...
You’re not sure what’s coming over you. But, it was like how you were willing to see Rosalie, despite that she’s hurt you. Like... You weren’t willing to hurt her. Albeit you did weeks ago, but, that was the only time...
“Are you sure?” She asks, “I- I don’t want to be a burden...”
No.
“Yeah,” You lie to yourself
She brushes past you and into your apartment; drinking in the supposed scenery.
“It's not much,” You say
“But it’s nice,” She replies, “Could fit two people...”
“Yeah, no,” You sigh, “But, tonight is an exception.”
You pout out the extra length of the couch to set up the couch bed for yourself.
“What are you doing?” Rosalie asks, “The bed can fit the both of us.”
I’m used to sleeping by myself, so just take it for what it is,” You tell her
+*+
You wake up to your alarm; for you to do anything regarding school. But, the last thing you were expecting was a woman still sleeping in your bed. You get up from the couch to check on Rosalie. Her back was turned to you. 
Sunlight peeked through the cracks of the blinds. However, as soon as you tucked hair behind her ear, you wince in pain.
Damn sun...
But, it wasn’t the sun... You look down again and see little sparkles upon Rosalie’s skin. 
Beautiful...
You nearly jump as you watch her stir. Since you were already up and awake, you decided to make yourself breakfast. 
“Y/n?” Rosalie’s sleepy voice calls out to you
“I’m here Rose,” You reply 
“What time are we heading back?” She asks
“Whenever you want,” You say, “We can go now if you want.”
“Not now, I was just wondering.” She sits up in your bed, “I was thinking that I wanted to stick here for a little while.”
“Hmmm,” You hum, “How long is... Awhile?”
“As long as you’re willing to give me,” She answers
It is the weekend...
“Well, I did notice that I do need to restock my kitchen, care to join me?” You ask
“Sure,” She replies, smiling
+*+
The both of you walk side by side as you walk through the isles, figuring out what you need for the week.
“If you want anything, let me know,” You say, reaching for instant noodles
“Oaky,” She replies
*Rosalie’s POV* You couldn’t find the words to make a conversation again with her... The only thoughts you had were the gentle feeling of her the night before. 
“Please...” 
The way it bounced right off of your lips. 
“Rose,” A voice brings you out of your impure thought
You look up at Y/n and notice her staring...
“What?” You ask
“I’ve gotten everything, do you want anything?” She asks, offering once more
“I’m okay,” You reply
+*+
There was a break in the day where Y/n was simply sitting at her table, laptop in front of her.
“You want to go out tonight?” She asks, her eyes not wavering form her laptop
“Are you asking me on a date?” You ask, attempting to hide a smile
“We’ll see how tonight ends up,” She chuckles
With time she finally finishes up her computer work. 
“Hey do you have anything I could possibly wear tonight?” You ask
“No, why? Impressing some guy?” She asks 
“More like a girl,” You chuckle
“It’s not me is it?” She asks, chuckling
It is... It always fucking is...
“Not you either,” You lie, “I just don’t want to be smelling like gasoline.”
“Fair, I may have something but can’t guarantee it, get in here,” She calls you over
You walk over to her as she steps aside, allowing you to walk into the supposed closet.
“Technically this was meant to be the room but I was not about to move all of my bedding into here,” She explains, “Besides, I don’t have ay roommates.”
“None of your friends came here?” You ask
“Well, they are going to school in the fall, I’m here early,” She says, “Plus, I wanted to have a place of my own first.”
You nod as you take a step into the makeshift closet.
*Y/n’s POV* You hear your closet door opening, you look up and see Rosalie in one of your nicer tops, and pants. 
“It’s a little odd that we have a similar body sizes,” Rosalie checks herself out
 The fact was it was hugging Rosalie a little tighter than you would have liked to see. 
“You look good,” You mumble under your breath, looking downward at the floor
You hear her walking over, slightly giggling to herself.
“Why don't you go put on something to impress me?” She smiles
Your head instinctively nods as you walk into your closet to put on something other than your pajamas. 
You throw on one of your crop tops and a pair of ripped jeans, topping it with a flannel. 
You step out from the closet space. Rosalie on her phone. 
“You ready?” You clear your throat 
She looks up from her phone, a smile protruding across her porcelain skin.
“Took you long enough,” She chuckles 
You scoff at her remark as you grab a pair of shoes near the doorway. 
+*+
The both of you walk into the coffee shop as a group of familiar faces look at you both.
“Well look who showed up!” One of them announces
You pull out a seat for Rosalie before yourself.
“Ms. Beat the big bad guy in a street race,” Another leans into the table, whispering
“I went because Rosalie wanted me there,” You explain, “I raced to save her ass from that ‘big bad guy’ you describe.”
“You also did it so it would hurt him,” She snickers
“Right in the dick,” You snicker with her
*Rosalie’s POV* “Yeah, I’ve been settling in fine and the classes are normal,” Y/n explains to her friends
“Agh, sorry guys, I have to bounce,” One of her friends announces, “Mom needs me in early for family business.”
“Drive safe,” Y/n tells them
You lay your head against Y/n’s shoulder. It wasn’t because you were exhausted or anything. You physically no longer could become tired. But, you wanted to just feel Y/n. 
To your surprise Y/n didn’t shake you off, but she was still conversing with her other two friends. As if she was going through with your little act. Despite that it wasn’t an act. 
You wanted Y/n to notice you like she did those four years prior to the moment. 
“Rosalie what have you been up to since graduation?” Her friend asks
“Hmm?” You ask, lifting your head off of Y/n’s shoulder
“Other than that one street racing thing legit last night, what have you been up to prior to that?” She repeats her question 
“Just been at home,” You answer
“You’re... Not going to college?” She asks
“Not everyone has to go to college,” Y/n sighs
“It’s common that most high school graduates do but, it was simply a genuine question Y/n,” They explain to her
“College isn’t for me,” You answer
“Absolutely fair,” They reply, “Just a curious thought, I thought you and Y/n didn’t end on such good terms?”
“Let’s call it a truce for right now,” Y/n looks at you
“Can I take you ladies for a ride back to my place?” A mysterious man comes up to your table
He offers his hand to Y/n, and y/n in particular. Boiling whatever was inside of you.
You immediately stand up and insert yourself between Y/n and the man.
“I’m pretty sure the woman can answer for herself,” He gestures to Y/n
“And SHE says no,” Y/n stands from her seat, “I think it’s best if you leave...”
Y/n inserts herself between you and the man.
“I’m pretty sure I was asking you, and not... Blondie over here.” He explains
*Y/n’s POV* You take note of the pause he took before saying Rosalie’s hair color.
“Don’t insult her,” You growl, “Now, let me repeat myself. And I know damn well I hate repeating myself... Best if you leave pal. Don’t want things to get ugly...”
“One way or another it will,” He smirks
In an instant he grabs your arm. However, Rosalie’s grip on you was stronger, she shoves him back, knocking him into a table. 
“Whoa hey Rosalie, it’s fine okay, we’ll go okay?” You try to calm her down, “You too...”
You gesture to your remaining friends, “You two text me when you get home...”
Just as your friends pass the commotion the man straightens himself out and attempts to grab at your arm again. 
But Rosalie... It was like she became something else entirely. She grabs him by his mere fist and holds it. You could see the expression change on him as his usual smug expression turns to hurt... Scared even.
“Rosalie, let’s just go,” You attempt to get her to let go, “He isn’t worth it. Look at him
She does... 
*Rosalie’s POV* A scared man...
You smirk to yourself as you finally give a plea to Y/n’s request... You take a step away from the man but Y/n remains, kneeling 
*Y/n’s POV* “Now don’t insult her ever. Again,” You growl at him
You stand onto your feet and follow Rosalie out of the coffee shop, leaving its patrons and the man dumbfounded.
+*+
You let Rosalie into your place before stepping inside, throwing the door shut.
“What is up with you?!” You ask, “You almost lost your shit tonight!”
“Don't blame me for being over protective of you,” She scoffs
“I don’t need protection,” You say, “I can well handle myself in a fight.” 
“That isn’t the point, those guys weren’t other human beings,” She explains
“So what were they?” You ask, “Because they looked human to me.”
“They're like me,” She says
The air around thickened...
“How so?” You ask
Chapter 7
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago
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𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎
a small drabble that I wrote up, hopefully you all like it xx
warning - jealousy.
the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips
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You stared at her from across the cafeteria, wondering what it would be like to sit next to her, running your fingers through her hair, looking deep into her golden eyes. You scowled as her boyfriend rested his arm over her shoulders.
You glare for a bit until your eyes flicker up from his arm and connect with hers. A gasp slips from your lips, and you feel your cheeks heat up, quickly looking down at the food in front of you, stabbing it with your fork.
You are so infatuated with her, and you don’t even know why. It was as if you needed her to breathe like she was the thing allowing you to live. You couldn’t explain it.
You just needed to find a way to get rid of her boyfriend. What could he offer that you couldn’t? The green-eyed monster appeared beside you again, whispering how you could be a better “boyfriend” than him.
You shove the food into your mouth, shutting your thoughts off as you stare at the table before you.
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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago
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Cullens family x youngest sister! Reader
The cullens each trying to wake up their newest and youngest member in their family for her first day of Highschool.
Let’s just say reader isn’t a light sleeper😅
❝like a bear in hibernation❞
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✭ pairing : cullen siblings x reader
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (Y/n) is the recent adopted member of the Olympic Clan, she’s was once a Norman vampire but after having a run in with Esme she was taken under her wing and slowly adopted into the family’s traditions. Now it’s the first day of school for her and no one can seem to wake her up
✭ authors note : in this version of twilight the vampires here can sleep
✭ twilight masterlist
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In the cozy Cullen household, a sense of serenity prevailed. The family had welcomed a new member into their fold, (Y/n), a former nomadic vampire who had once struggled with a dangerous addiction to human blood. But since coming under the Cullens' guidance, she had embraced their lifestyle, adopting a diet of animal blood and striving to gain control over her thirst.
Today marked a special day for (Y/n) as she prepared for her first day of school in the small town of Forks. Her siblings, each with their unique approach to waking her up, had agreed to take turns in the morning.
Alice, always the lively one, decided to be the first to rouse her new sister. She entered (Y/n)'s room with a mischievous grin, armed with a portable speaker playing loud pop music. With precision, she positioned it right by (Y/n)'s ear and cranked up the volume.
The blaring music filled the room, reverberating off the walls. Alice watched with eager anticipation, expecting (Y/n) to jolt awake at the sudden noise.
However, much to Alice's surprise, (Y/n) merely mumbled in her sleep, turning away from the source of the noise. Her eyelids remained closed, and she seemed undisturbed by the cacophony.
Alice couldn't help but giggle at (Y/n)'s resilience. It appeared that (Y/n) was not an easy sleeper to wake.
Alice exited (Y/n)'s room, a bemused expression on her face. Her attempt to wake their new sister with loud pop music had failed, leaving (Y/n) in blissful slumber. She reported back to the rest of the Cullen family, who had gathered in the hallway outside the room.
"No luck in waking her up," Alice declared with a huff, her brow furrowed in frustration.
Edward, with his telepathic abilities, chimed in, "I couldn't sense any change in her emotions when you tried to wake her, Alice."
Emmett chuckled, amused by the situation. "Well, this ought to be interesting. Who's next?"
Alice rolled her eyes playfully before suggesting, "Jasper's turn."
Jasper, always calm and composed, entered (Y/n)'s room with a sense of determination. He understood that his unique gift could be used to influence emotions, and he had a plan in mind.
Approaching (Y/n)'s bed, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wake up, (Y/n). It's time to start your day."
(Y/n) stirred at his touch, but her sleep seemed unusually deep. She mumbled something unintelligible and shifted in her bed, still not fully awake.
Jasper didn't give up. He decided to use his gift, channeling feelings of excitement and energy into (Y/n)'s subconscious. It was like giving her a burst of enthusiasm, akin to the zoomies a dog might experience.
As he infused her with this vibrant energy, (Y/n)'s body reacted. She began tossing and turning in her bed, her limbs twitching as if caught in the throes of excitement. Her breathing quickened, and her features contorted into a mix of joy and restlessness.
The rest of the Cullens watched with fascination as (Y/n) remained blissfully asleep, completely oblivious to the energetic turmoil happening within her dreams.
Jasper couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. It appeared that, even in slumber, (Y/n) was a force to be reckoned with.
After Jasper's attempt to wake (Y/n) ended with her tossing and turning in her sleep, the Cullen siblings couldn't help but be entertained by their new sister's stubborn slumber. Jasper exited her room, shaking their heads.
Jasper smirked and said, "Seems my attempt didn't work. Emmett, it's your turn."
Emmett, always up for a challenge, grinned widely. He stepped into (Y/n)'s room with an air of excitement, ready to try something different. As soon as he spotted her, he couldn't resist the urge to act like a big kid.
Emmett began bouncing on (Y/n)'s bed with the enthusiasm of a child on a trampoline. The mattress squeaked and shifted beneath his weight as he jumped up and down. He called out, "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's a brand new day!"
But all (Y/n) did in response was mumble in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly as if she were having an unusual dream. Unbeknownst to Emmett, her powers were activated in her sleep, her telekinesis manifesting.
With a sudden burst of power, Emmett was lifted off the bed and sent flying through the air. He let out a surprised shout as he crashed through the bedroom door and slid into the living room, creating a comical scene that left the other Cullens in stitches.
Emmett groaned from his less-than-graceful landing and rubbed his head as he rose to his feet. He looked back at the closed bedroom door, shaking his head.
"Rose, your turn," he grumbled, determined to finally get their new sister out of bed.
Rosalie, determined to wake (Y/n) from her stubborn slumber, entered the room with a plan in mind. She approached the bed and, with her vampire strength, effortlessly lifted it, attempting to tilt it slightly to make (Y/n) lose her balance and fall.
However, as Rosalie exerted her strength on the bed, she quickly realized that (Y/n) was gripping the mattress tightly, refusing to budge. Her brows furrowed in surprise, but before she could react, (Y/n) activated her telekinesis once more.
With a surge of power, the bed was wrenched from Rosalie's grasp, and she was sent flying backward. Emmett, who had been waiting just outside the room, caught Rosalie with ease.
Rosalie looked back at the closed door, her irritation evident. "Tough luck," Emmett teased as he held her.
The other Cullens, who had been watching the spectacle unfold, exchanged glances. Edward, always the logical one, was their last hope. They turned to him with expectant expressions, silently asking if he could use his telepathy to wake (Y/n).
Edward chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't, actually. She puts up a mental block when she's asleep. It's like she's determined to enjoy her beauty rest."
The Cullens sighed collectively, realizing that (Y/n) was indeed a unique challenge when it came to waking her up. Her stubborn slumber was proving to be quite the puzzle, and they couldn't help but be intrigued by their new sister's extraordinary abilities, even in her sleep.
The Cullen family had exhausted their attempts to wake (Y/n) from her deep slumber. With her first day of school looming, it became clear that a more unconventional approach was needed.
Esme, always the nurturing and caring mother figure of the family, spoke up. "Well, we can't just have her miss her first day of school."
Carlisle, the family's patriarch, sighed, knowing what had to be done. "I hope it didn't have to come to this."
He informed the rest of the family of his plan, and with a determined expression, he left the house. Minutes later, he returned with a packet of human blood from his job at the local blood bank.
The Cullens watched with curiosity as Carlisle poured the human blood into a cup, the rich red liquid contrasting starkly with their usual diet of animal blood. They exchanged concerned glances but remained silent.
Carlisle ignored their inquiries and proceeded to (Y/n)'s room. He left the cup of human blood on her nightstand, hoping it would be the key to finally waking her.
Only seconds later, (Y/n) emerged from her room, cup in hand, sipping the human blood. Her eyes were bright and alert, a smile on her face as she greeted her family.
"What a nice wake-up call," she said, her tone cheerful. "But you guys wouldn't believe what I dreamt about."
The Cullens exchanged relieved glances. It seemed that the allure of human blood had successfully roused (Y/n) from her deep slumber, and she was now ready to face her first day of school with her newfound family.
As (Y/n) shared her dream with the Cullens, they couldn't help but be amused by the creative lengths they had gone to in order to wake her. It was just another extraordinary day in the life of their unique family.
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lordofthestrix · 10 months ago
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✨ au. Where they’re twilight vampires instead of tvd
Send ✨ and a plot idea for our muses I’ll respond on a scale of 1-10 how much I like it. (Except that I would be the kind of professor who doesn't believe in grading with numbers so you get my first random thoughts instead) 1) Aurora receiving a lot more rubies instead of emeralds when one of Tristan's birthday presents intends to arrive with a comment about the color of her eyes. 2) Tristan and whatever version of his organization is present here involved in a cold war or outright hostilities against a great number of Italian vampires. I am almost certain there was a comment from Julie Plec back in the day placing Tristan's Strix and the Volturi in a similar bag. I found it. "(...) takes us inside the world of The Strix, a secret society of vampires. I love secret societies. In my opinion, all good vampire stories need a mysterious secret society lurking somewhere in the shadows. But between the Volturi of Twilight and True Blood’s Vampire Authority, we never felt comfortable diving into that kind of mythology on TVD or early Originals seasons for fear of drawing comparisons. This year we felt like enough time had passed to give it a shot. We chose the name based on a mythological bird of ill omen that fed on human blood. In Greek, the word is “owl.” Hence the design on the calling card. Plus, with Halloween around the corner, the Strix provided us the perfect opportunity for a costume party. (...) Now, technically the two groups wouldn't be in direct opposition since the Volturi are more along the lines of a regulatory force and sort of forced government for immortals, occupied with keeping vampires a secret while Tristan prefers to remain a secret to the vampires he does not care about and gain influence over the way history is shaped, molding it to his designs. But there are dozens of reasons why those two objectives would clash. Besides, in a world where some vampires possess special, sometimes extremely useful gifts, Tristan would definitely add those to the list of desired members for his group so at the very least they would be like competing universities fighting over extraordinary members. 3) If Aurora happens to be inclined to pursue the possibility of that friendship...I can see Rosalie Hale getting the extremely rare seal of "...Fine. I suppose you are cool enough to hang out with my beloved sister." approval from Tristan. His standards are insane, yes, but even Tristan must admit the flair of a girl seeking vengeance in a wedding dress. I believe the origins of vampires as a species always remain a mystery in that universe? So if we retain their status as two thirds of the first sired-generation, there could be quite a bit of intrigue to explore there. Here is my question for you. I am quite curious to know your ideas. Would Aurora and/or Tristan have any unique abilities of their own in this universe? What kind of gifts could those be?
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randofanficrecs · 1 year ago
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Vampire Blood (Taste Test) - Stellarinus - Twilight (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
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@steh-lar-uh-nuhs on here.
 Vampire Blood (Taste Test)
Stellarinus (Ao3)
Vampire Blood (Taste Test)
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen, Multi
Fandom: Twilight (Movies)
Relationships: Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale/Original Male Character(s), Emmett Cullen & Original Male Character(s), Rosalie & Original Male Character(s), Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen & Original Male Character(s), Carlisle Cullen & Original Male Character(s), Edward Cullen & Original Male Character(s), Bella Swan & Original Male Character(s), Renesmee Cullen & Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Original Male Human Character(s), Jasper Hale, Alice Cullen, Edward Cullen, Renesmee Cullen, Bella Swan, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen
Additional Tags: I Blame Tumblr, Renesmee Cullen Is an adult here, Set in 2023, Metal Musician, Major Original Character(s), Human/Vampire Relationship, I'm Not Ashamed, Constructive Criticism Welcome, Inspired by Tumblr, Venom was really hard to spell repeatedly, One Shot, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Milliple Drabble, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Jasper Hale, Gay Twilight (Twilight), Alternate Universe - College/University
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Multi
Words: 1,314
Chapters: 1/1
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axen-gers · 9 months ago
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axen-gers rules and character list!
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rules!
i will write/may include:
smut
angst
fluff
mature scenes such as gore, violence, etc.
drug/alcohol use
kinks,bdsm,nsfw
weapon use
self harm and suicide
if the gender is not explicitly stated they will more than likely be female unless asked
dub-con/non-con
headcannons,one-shots,imagines,scenarios
i will not write:
certain kinks such as piss kinks, scat kink, or any involving bodily fluids that excrete waste
romanticized pedophilia, zoophilia, and necrophilia
all characters will be 18+ and i will age them up if needed
character list!
Harry Potter
golden trio era
harry potter
ron weasley
fred weasley
george weasley
charlie weasley
neville longbottom
cedric diggory
oliver wood
hermione granger
marauders era
james potter
remus lupin
regulus black
lily evans
Criminal Minds
spencer reid
emily prentiss
aaron hotchner
penelope garcia
9-1-1
evan buckley
eddie diaz
may grant
ravi panikkar
howie ‘chimney’ han
Marvel
steve rogers
bucky barnes
sam wilson
tasm peter parker
natasha romanoff
thor odinson
loki laufeyson
bruce banner
wanda maximoff
steven grant/marc spector
mobius m. mobius/don
Bridgerton
benedict bridgerton
eloise bridgerton
colin bridgerton
anthony bridgerton
The Rookie
john nolan
lucy chen
tim bradford
aaron thorsen
tamara colins
celina juarez
Twilight
edward cullen
alice cullen
charlie swan
rosalie hale
seth clearwater
paul lahote
jared cameron
sam uley
embry call
more soon!….
want to request something?
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purexfuego · 2 years ago
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Series and the Characters I Write For!
!Clarification! If said character's actor/actress has drama or claims against them, I will still write about the character but I will not write about the actor/actress.
I can write requests with y/n, she/her, he/him, they/them, and any personality traits you'd like!
I'll most likely write fluff, blurbs, one-shots, and smut
All Characters will be aged 18+ in smut or suggestive stories
I will put warnings and triggers at the top of the fic, along with a brief synopsis
I'm open to constructive criticism!
If you find something in my work offensive/rude/triggering and I missed it while creating my warnings, please let me know!!
We're all human and we all make mistakes!
LGBTQIA+ Inclusive!
The Originals
Klaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Rebekah Mikaelson
Teen Wolf
Scott McCall
Stiles Stilinski
Derick Hale
Peter Hale
Chris Argent
Allison Argent
Issac Lahey
Lydia Martin
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Castiel
Gabriel
Crowley
Wednesday
Xavier Thorpe (I write for the character, not Percy)
Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Tyler Galpin
The Walking Dead
Rick Grimes
Carl Grimes
Daryl Dixon
Negan
Glenn Rhee
Sons of Anarchy
Jax Teller
Juice
HalfSac
Tig
Chibs
Happy
Bobby
Opie
Cobra Kai/Karate Kid
Miguel Diaz
Hawk/Eli Moskowitz
Demetri
Robby Keene
Johnny Lawerence
Daniel LaRusso
Outerbanks
JJ Maybank
John B Routledge
Kiara Carrera
Pope Heyward
Rafe Cameron
Sarah Cameron
Ward Cameron
Topper
Kingsman
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin
Hamish Mycroft/Merlin
Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
Jim Hopper
Jonathan Byers
Nancy Wheeler
Robin Buckley
Lost Boys
Michael Emerson
Sam Emerson
Edgar Frog
Allen Frog
David
Dwayne
Paul
Marko
Izombie
Blaine DeBeers
Don. E
Ravi Chakrabarti
Major Lilywhite
Yellowstone
John Dutton
Kacey Dutton
Lee Dutton
Beth Dutton
Rip Wheeler
Ryan
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
Spencer Reid
Emily Prentiss
Derek Morgan
Metal Lords
Hunter Sylvester
Twilight
Emmett Cullen
Jasper Hale
Rosalie Hale
Alice Cullen
Carlisle Cullen
Charlie Swan
Jacob Black
Marvel
Tony Stark
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Loki Laufeyson
And many more!
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