#rosalie hale imagine

[imyourbratzdoll]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” 

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

Finally, fucking finally mine. They both thought.

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[aquanova99]

dating rosalie cullen (girlxgirl)would include?

thanks bb

I think she’s wary of even admitting she has any feelings for you

At the end of the day she was around during the Great Depression, she was primped and polished to marry a wealthy man. She tells herself she isn’t attracted to women

So realistically it’s going to have be a real strong friends to lovers type deal because homegirl is basically a resident of Egypt with how deep in denial she is

You will start to see a change when she anticipates your needs. She will tell you it’s time to feed, have a hair tie ready when you suddenly need it.

She notices that she is getting more irritated whenever you go hang out with anyone else

She starts picking fights about you ignoring her and meanwhile you’re there like huh??? 🧍‍♀️

But when you guys do hang out Rosalie is starting to feel like it isn’t enough

She doesn’t know what’s going on with her and eventually you are going to have brace her anger and ask her what’s on her mind

“You, you big dummy. And I don’t understand.”

Bestie this is your moment, you give her a peck on the cheek and ask “does that help?”

Cue malfunctioning. She is literally rethinking her entire life

She doesn’t talk to you for weeks, which is terrifying because half the time it looks like she wants to rip your head off

She finally pulls you aside and asks for your help because she doesn’t know what she’s doing and that’s new to her

You’ll have to lead until she figures it out and then she’ll be back to running things. She just likes to lead, what can I say

The relationship is going to be very similar to your friendship before feelings got entangled (movies, shopping, gossiping, working on new projects in her garage) but much more kissing and cuddling

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[foreverrandomwritings]

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@sylviebell​ asks: okay I'm jumping fandoms for this one, these just scream Rosalie Hale to me and I want her to defend me so bad now

"what did you just say?", “do you see her laughing? okay, then. stop.” , and “go in the car, i’ll be with you in about five minutes.”

Summary: When out shopping with Rosalie someone bumps into you. Rosalie makes sure they are put in their place.

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x afab!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, illusions of a broken arm, uhm that's it?

Word count: 1260

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You hadn’t been in Port Angeles for long, about an hour at most. Your mom had dropped you off and told you to call her when you were ready to get picked up. She had errands of her own to run and didn’t want to drag you along or be dragged along to yours. Though that’s how it would normally go since it was just the two of you. Your older brother had gone off to college and your dad was in the wind.

You didn’t have many friends at school either deciding to lay low rather than mingle. You had hopes of moving out of town and going to college overseas, Cambridge to be exact. So the thought of friends seemed pointless when you’d be moving anyways. You did however have a couple unexpected acquaintances. The Cullen and Hale kids had for some reason grown to like you and you would occasionally spend time with Rosalie and Emmett or Alice.

When you mentioned to Rosalie and Emmett that you planned on running to Port Angeles they told you they might meet you. So it wasn’t a surprise when you got a message from Rosalie asking you where you were at. She also informed you it would only be her today as Emmett had to help Carlisie with something. You didn’t mind at all, it was always nice spending one on one time with Rosalie. You had a platonic relationship with the beautiful blonde. Until it turned more flirty with each other.

She had been the one to first initiate the banter. Which came as quite a shock to you since she was in a relationship with Emmett. But he never seemed to mind much and even encouraged the solo dates between you and his girlfriend. She had mentioned once that they had an open relationship and were free to do as they please.

That was a little shocking to you. Took some time for you to wrap your head around the fact you could still be friends with the beefy man and hopefully one day romantically involved with the goddess of a woman you had a massive crush on. You snapped back to reality when you felt your phone buzz again. You looked down seeing the message from Rosalie letting you know she was walking into the shop now.

“Hello there, gorgeous.” You heard her voice before you saw her. Turning you took her in hungrily. She always dressed so well, though you imagined she could be in a paper sack and still look like a walking god.

“Hiya Honey.” You replied, sending a wink her way. She gave you a teasing smile, pretty white teeth on full display.

“Let’s get going now. Alice needs me to pick up a few things for her while we’re out. I really don't want to hear her nag at me for taking forever.” You laughed heartily at her, knowing Alice she’d probably already texted the blonde a couple times asking where she was.

“Let’s go then.” She tucked her arm into your own before dragging you through the rows of clothes. She grabbed some that she wanted to see you in. You grabbed some you wanted to see her in. You had a mini fashion show in the dressing rooms. Compliments swimming through the air at each other as you went along.

“Are you hungry?” She asked you after another hour of shopping had passed. You shook your head humming in reply. She always made sure you were taken care of. It made your stomach tie up in nervous knots every time she cared for you.

“Wanna go and look at that book shop across town?” You perked up at that question. You were a fiend for a good book and Rosalie knew this. It was one of the many things she adored about you. A good contrast to the tall, muscular man she called her mate.

“Oh, can we please?” You begged her, grabbing at her jacket dramatically. She rolled her eyes as a small smile graced her lips.

“Of course we can darling.” She started leading you down the streets towards her car to drive you both to the bookstore. You were asking her about Emmett when you felt someone bump your shoulder. You stumbled a little but Rosalie caught you by your arm steadying you quickly.

“Are you fucking blind? Watch where you’re fucking going bitch.” The guy spat out at you. Rose was moving towards him before you had time to process the words. She grabbed his arm harshly. The guy winced as she squeezed her fingers around his bicep.

“What did you just say?” Her voice was stone cold as she spoke. His eyes flicked over towards you.

“I told the bitch to watch where she’s fucking going. She’s obviously fucking blind since she walked right into me.” You shrank back at the glare his eyes pointed at you.

“Apologize to her now.” You weren’t surprised at the authority laced into her tone. She had always carried an authoritative aura. This guy didn’t seem to take her seriously as he gave you another glare before he let out an awkward laugh.

“It was just a joke. Come on babe you know it was a joke right?” He asked you playfully, hoping you would save him from the blonde in between the two of you. You shook your head at him with wide eyes.

“Do you see her laughing?” She paused for a moment flicking her eyes towards you briefly. He shook his head this time as her hand gripped his arm even harder.

“Okay, then. Stop. Apologize to her now and I’ll let go.” She waited for a moment staring into his eyes.

“I’m sorry I ran into you. It won’t happen again.” You nodded your head in approval as Rosalie looked at you expectantly.

“Go in the car, I’ll be with you in about five minutes.” The blonde said to you with a reassuring smile. You knew better than to argue with her so you agreed promptly.

“Alright, try to hurry though. You don’t want to be late for Alice.” Your voice finally came back as you started walking down the street for her car. You saw her lead the guy into an alley as you got settled into the passenger seat. Then they were both exiting and he was holding his arm to his chest.

“You okay?” She asked as she slipped into the car. Not a single hair was out of place as she settled into her seat.

“I’m okay. What happened to him?” You said as you nodded your head towards the alleyway she just exited.

“He fell.” Was all she said in reply. Though you knew she had done something else to him.

“Thank you for helping me.” You grabbed her icy hand in your warm one giving her a grateful smile. She twisted her body so she was facing you better.

“I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.” She told you tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned into her cold touch enjoying the affection from her. You had been used to random touch here and there but they had mostly felt friendly. This felt intimate, romantic and hopeful.

“I know you will, Rose, I know.” There was no doubt in your mind that she would do anything she had to to make sure you were safe and happy. Even if it meant hiding the fact she and her family were vampires from you.

A/N: Uhm this woman right here was my real Bi awakening. I saw her and Emmett on screen and said oh holy fuck. I knew I was a goner the second I laid eyes on her. She is my beautiful wife and I will not be told otherwise. Also happy woman crush wednesday!

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Bound | Chapter 5

Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: queer harassment

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could’ve hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: oh, oh, I'm falling in love with a pairing that will not work out... I know I'm the writer, but, damn. I am breaking my own heart here. 🫠🫠 also, two chapters in one day, wow

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There would come a day when (Y/N) didn’t have Beatrice Porter by her side. There would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to roll over in her bed and find the onyx-black strands of her hair splayed over a pillow or kiss her eyelids as they fluttered in sleep. But in 1935, she didn’t know that. 

In 1935, she still believed they had forever. At least as long as forever could be in their human lives. And because she didn’t know, she was able to live in the absolute bliss of being with her best friend. 

As she brushed her hair out of the tight coil of the curlers she wore to bed, (Y/N) smiled at the sleeping figure of Bea on her bed. The sun had barely started to shine through the curtains, basking her pale body in the warm light of its rays. Her shoulders peeked through the white sheets, rising and falling with the evenness of her breaths. She was a vision of beauty that (Y/N) had been lucky enough to witness. 

By the time the witch was putting on her earrings, Bea stirred from her slumber, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “Good morning,” she croaked. “You look beautiful.” 

“Hm, I was going for smart,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Is it the necklace or the hair?” 

“It’s your face,” the girl smiled. “You could play hooky, you know. Spend the day with me rather than at the university.” 

“A rather tempting offer,” she said as she walked toward the bed, crawling to Bea. “But I’m too close to graduating now. I’ve already had to argue with enough men who believe that higher education is no place for a woman.” 

“Well, in that case, give them hell,” Bea smirked. “I suppose I should do my own studying then. I do have a test this week and have gone to three classes at the most. I just don’t see the point if I’m going to stay here. Magic doesn’t require human schooling.”

“But the coven does need to change with the times. We need to strive for better. For bigger,” (Y/N) explained. “Living in the woods is amazing, but it keeps us secluded. Alienated. We need to find ways to blend in with society. Hide in plain sight. That’s the key to survival.” 

“You’ve always had great plans for the coven. You will make a wonderful High Priestess one day.” 

“One can only hope,” she sighed contentedly. “But for now, I can do my part in gaining more knowledge of how the outside world works. Find a way witches and other supernaturals can live amongst humans undetected. There may not be as many, but you know there are still people out there that hunt our kind. I mean, just last week, we received word of a coven in Louisiana being burnt down by so-called Modern Witch Hunters. We’ve learned to hide, but clearly not well enough.” 

“Cruelty will always be an incurable sickness in humans,” Bea grumbled. “People in high school taught us that early on.” 

The memory made (Y/N) grimace. They hadn’t done anything wrong. Stood by their respective lockers, the two girls had simply been talking and decided to sneak a soft caress. (Y/N) had only brushed a stray ringlet of hair that had fallen over Bea’s eyes. But her fingers had lingered too long, and their stare was a little too intense. A pair of boys had been walking down the hallways at that precise moment and had decided that what the girls were doing was too queer for their liking. 

Deeming (Y/N) as the instigator, they had snatched her and carried her to the nearest dumpster while calling her a slew of slurs and insults. All this while Bea cried and begged them to stop. It took everything in them both not to use their powers, knowing the punishment for using magic with humans was magic binding for an undetermined amount of time. 

As the lid closed above her and the smell of trash engulfed her, (Y/N) promised never to show an ounce of affection to her friend outside of the protective confines of their coven. There, no one questioned or talked in whispers –although some eyes did follow them at times. But it was nothing like the treatment they endured outside. A couple of stares here and there was nothing like finding dead animals stuffed in your locker, or being unable to walk down the street without being accompanied by a big enough group, or having to stay as far away from your best friend as possible because you don’t know who will attack you for what they believe. 

“You know, Annabeth is leaving in July,” Bea said, changing the topic as she saw how it upset (Y/N). “She was accepted to the University of Tennessee. She says there’s something about the state that calls to her, but I don’t understand why she would go so far. There are enough good schools nearby.” 

“Well, she’s setting her own path,” (Y/N) smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind Bea’s ear. “Your sister has always been quite the free spirit.”   

“That she is,” she chuckled. “Momma is going with her to help her settle in and everything. She also wants to make sure she’s comfortable with the coven over there.” 

“Would you go with her if she asked?” 

“And leave you up here all alone?” the girl scoffed. “Wouldn’t even think about it for a second.” 

“All you’d need is a big enough body of water, and you could come here anytime.”

“Are you suggesting that I leave, (Y/N) Carmine? Do you not want me here?”

“Oh please, don’t even say that. But she is your sister, Bea,” (Y/N) laughed. “You could at least pretend to ponder over the idea. Your family has always been so close-knit.”

“She’d understand,” Bea shrugged with a mischievous smile. “I’ve got something special here.” 

“You’re bad,” she grinned before kissing the girl’s temple. “And I’m going to be late.” 

“Fine,” Bea conceded. “I’ll let you go as long as you bring me some doughnuts.” 

“Of course. I wouldn’t dare come home without them.” 

“Good,” she beamed. “Then, I guess you can go.” 

It was simplicities such as those that (Y/N) reveled in. She may not have been allowed to hold Bea’s hand in public or even say how much she loved her, but she had their home. Behind those four walls, they were able to simply exist. No labels to concern themselves with, no judgment, and certainly no harassment. 

As the day trickled by and class after class passed, (Y/N) couldn’t help but have her mind divided between her education and the girl waiting for her at home. Everything reminded her of Bea. The black fabric of the chairs she sat on was the same color as her hair, the blue of the sky matched perfectly with the iciness of her eyes, and the smell of the town’s bakery reminded her of the girl’s favorite treat. 

There was nowhere she could turn that didn’t remind her of Beatrice, and there was no one on Earth she could love more than her… at least, that’s what she believed at that moment. By then, she had no idea her soul was bound to an immortal, nor that her life would go on after Bea passed one day. At that moment, she knew only of the fleetingness of life and the importance of living in the present. There was no way for her to know how fleeting those moments were when eternity came into play. 

For now, she enjoyed every second she had in the life she believed was passing.

She was coming out of the bakery when she was met with Russell Morgan, a witch from their coven who had always been kind and concerned over her and Bea. She knew he’d always had his eye on Beatrice, leaving flowers and trinkets on their porch for her. Though he understood the relationship the girls shared, he couldn’t help the affinity he held for the young witch. And none of it bothered (Y/N). Bea had made her choice, and it had been her. 

“Hello, Russ,” she smiled as he matched her pace, knowing he was escorting her home without mentioning it. “How was your day today?” 

“Can’t complain,” he chuckled. “Just making it through this last semester. Hoping I hear back from med school any day now. That’s been the most stressful thing.” 

“I’m sure you’ll get in,” she said. “You’re brilliant, Russ. They’d be lucky to have you. And you know New Forest witches seem to do well in medical school.” 

“Well, we do have a certain je ne sais quoi,” he laughed. “And, uh, how’s Bea been recently? I haven’t seen her as much in lessons.” 

“You know her. Most days, she doesn’t even want to get out of bed,” she smiled. “But I’ve already made a deal with her. For every day that she attends lessons, I’ll bring her a new pastry from the bakery.” 

“That will definitely get her there,” Russell chuckled. “And Margaret won’t be angry at her.” 

“Oh, Margaret’s a big softie at heart.” 

“She really is. And uh, are you two still…” 

(Y/N) knew he wouldn’t get the words out. He never did. “Yes. Bea and I are still,” she chuckled softly. “Don’t think that’s changing any time soon.”

“Well, not that I’m not happy for you two, but a man can only hope,” he said as his cheeks grew red in slight embarrassment. She knew he meant nothing by it and also understood the pull Bea held. “I do hope for you years of happiness. Even if the world hasn’t caught up to different kinds of love.”

“I know, Russ. And I am grateful for your wishes and your friendship. I know one day you’ll meet a woman as wonderful as you.” 

“I sure hope so. Mom is on me about giving her grandkids already. Apparently, the two kids my sister has already given her are not enough.” 

“No amount will ever be enough,” she laughed. “But she might be closer than you think, Russ.” 

And neither of them had any idea how true the statement was. 

Back at the house, the smell of fresh bread and beef stew filled the air. The scent alone made (Y/N)’s stomach grumble, knowing the flavor would be even better than the smell. The dinner table was already set, complete with a set of flickering candles. 

“What’s the occasion?” (Y/N) smiled as she kissed Bea’s cheek. “Everything looks so beautiful.” 

“Do we need an occasion to have a candle-lit dinner?” Bea said. “I just felt like it. Especially since you brought me some of my favorite doughnuts.” 

“Maybe I should bring you doughnuts every day.” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she grinned. “And if they’re sugar doughnuts, even better.” 

“Do you really think I’d bring you any others?” 

“Better not,” she laughed. “But I just wanted to do something nice for you. Because I love you, and you deserve it.” 

“You’re the best, Bea,” (Y/N) beamed. “I love you more than the moon loves the sun.” 

With a flick of her hand, music filled the kitchen, and their bodies swayed to the rhythm that played through the radio. They swirled through the room, forgetting the stew that bubbled on the stove and the candles that were melting on the table. But they didn’t care. All they cared about was the fact that they were happy, they were healthy, and they were together. They filled a house with love and joy, and that seemed enough. 

“Do you think there will ever be a way we could have kids?” Bea asked absentmindedly. “I know it couldn’t really happen naturally. But maybe adopting.”

“I don’t think that could happen, Bea,” (Y/N) sighed. “At least not us together or even as single women living together. The world isn’t ready for that, darling.” 

“Oh, what a tragedy,” she sighed. “You would be a great mother.” 

“As would you, Beatrice,” the witch smiled sadly. “Is that something you really want? Children, I mean.” 

“Well, it had always been my dream to have a big family. Little ones running around, a home, someone to grow old with,” she admitted. “I just thought it was the normal way life would move toward.” 

“But I can’t give you all of that, Bea,” (Y/N) sniffled. She stopped their swaying and rested her forehead against Bea’s, a thin stream of tears falling down her eyes. “I can’t give you everything you’ve dreamed of.”

“Well, darling, I don’t want any of that if it’s not with you,” she assured. “I am perfectly content with just having you for the rest of my life.” 

“I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of, Beatrice. I don’t want you to settle just for love. What if, one day, you wake up and realize that love isn’t enough for you? That kids and marriage is what you wanted all along.” 

Bea smiled warmly then, cradling (Y/N)’s face and wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. “And what makes you think that your love is not enough?” she cooed. “I would wait a thousand years if it meant I got to live my life with you. Children are never a sure thing. Even if I married a man, there is no certainty that I could fall pregnant. But, with you, I know there is love. That is certain, and that is what I need.”

She sealed her words with a chaste kiss to (Y/N)’s lips, slipping through her mouth all the love she felt for her best friend. It was a promise of a future together, a promise of forever. But how could they have known that forever would not have been long enough? That the end of their forever was just around the corner. 

“Now, why don’t we sit and eat already?” Beatrice smiled.”I’m starving.” 

“Alright then,” (Y/N) said. “Let’s eat, and cheers to forever then.” 

“Cheers to forever.”

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If You Had Your Happily Ever After

<Prev || Part 25

Black-Hale Family: *having a picnic*

You: Amelia don’t run too far! *to Rosalie*

Rosalie: *cooes over her’s and your second baby/ Sarah*

You: *smiles* you’re going to make her cry *grabs Sarah’s small wrist waves it around*

Rosalie: stop it I just got her to stop crying

Amelia: *squeals*

Leah: look what I reeled in! *holding Amelia upside down* I caught an Amelia fish

Amelia: *giggles*

Leah: *blows raspberries on Amelia’s stomach*

You: *stands* Lea! Thanks for watching the babies for us.

Leah: it’s good practice for Alex and I before we have our own

You and Leah: *hug*

Leah: looking good Rose

Rosalie: *smiles* thanks. How are you *suggestively smirks*

Leah: sore

You: *laughs*

Sarah: *hits you*

You: hey! I was just laughing! *takes Sarah out of Rosalie’s arm, lays down and holds Sarah up*

Rosalie: Lia come here honey.

Amelia: *runs into Rosalie’s arms*

Leah: I will never get over you naming your first daughter after me

Rosalie: *wipes Amelia’s hands*

You: I just expect you to name your first daughter after me

Leah: she will be named Rose and you can’t change my mind

You: *scoffs*

You, Leah and Rosalie: *laughs*

Black- Hale Family and Leah: *eats*

Leah: Okay It’s time for a sleepover!

Amelia: *cheers* yayyy!!

You: *buckles Sarah into her car seat and gives her a pacifier* Bye Sarah you be good okay *kisses Sarah’s head* Momma loves you

Rosalie: *adjusts blankets and seat belts for Sarah* Mommy loves you

You: you be good Amelia *kisses her cheek* love you

Amelia: love you too *kisses your cheek*

Rosalie: *hands Sarah’s car seat to Leah and kneels beside Amelia* we will pick you up tomorrow *kisses Amelia’s cheek* love you

Amelia: bye mommy love you! *kisses Rosalie’s nose*

Leah: Okay Aims *holds out her hand for Amelia to take* you, Shay and I are gonna have so much fun with so much ice cream

You and Rosalie: *smiles at Leah, Amelia and Sarah’s disappearing figures*

You: *steals a kiss* c’mon babe we have a date to go to. * cleans up the picnic*

Rosalie: *takes the folded blanket and basket out of your hands and placed them in the floor*

You and Rosalie: *holds each other*

Rosalie: thank you for giving me everything I ever wanted. I thought it was only made for movie screens, then you came along and you changed everything.

You: just one look into your eyes and I knew I was gonna spend my life with you.

Rosalie: *whispers* I promise I’ll love you

You and Rosalie: *whispers* forever and ever and always

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Burning Sun: Epilogue

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: None, this will be hella romantic!

Chapter Theme: Okay With Me - Crimson Apple

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip

A/n: Thank you to everyone who's read my longest series! And thanks for the patience!!

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“Y/n Y/l/n,” The announcer announces your name as you walk across the stage, receiving your Bachelors Degree

Finally...

After eight years of going through the crappiest educational systems, you didn’t let them get the better of you and you finally got out. The most Y/n way possible. However, one thing was missing... Your fiancé. 

*Esme’s POV* You make your way towards the kitchen to fix up food for Renesmee. However, that made you cut through the entryway to the house. you just so happened to look through one of the many windows surrounding the front door. A familiar face sees you...

“Rosalie,” You call to your blonde adopted daughter, “You should come down to the front door!”

*Rosalie’s POV* You sigh as you get out of bed.

I was getting comfortable..

You make your way down the stairs, however, when you made eye contact with Esme, a smile runs across it. 

“I don't mean to interrupt your usual ‘laying in bed all day’ plans but, I think you’d like the change in plans,” She says

You open the front door however, you look down at your feet so you’d watch the small drop from the door to the front porch. but, when you look up, you stop... A familiar car... Along with a familiar face: leaning against the car door. 

You break into a run...

But not a vampire run...

A human run...

Towards y/n. 

*Y/n’s POV* Your arms spread wide as soon as she was within range. 

“Y/n!” Rosalie sighs as she coils her arms around your neck

You closed your arms around her as you begin burying your face into the crook of her neck. You knew that she had superhuman strength, but you never felt any of that. 

It’s like she feels human... Trying not to use any ounce of vampirism in her when it comes to me...

“You’re... Done?” She asks, pulling away to look up at you

You nod, “Let’s go on a drive. You and me.”

+*+

The cool breeze against the warm early evening sun... Was one thing.

But with Rosalie Hale, your fiancé...

It was the cherry on top.

*Rosalie’s POV* You close your eyes to grab the feeling of the wind flowing through your skin, feeling the sun's warmth against your cold skin, inhaling the fresh, crisp scent of the fresh outdoors. 

“I’ve missed you,” You say

“I’ve missed you too,” Y/n replies, taking one hand off of the wheel to sit upon your thigh

You sweep your hand underneath hers and lace your fingers together. 

Despite that Y/n invited you to stay with her for awhile, and you did take that offer and stayed with her in Seattle. But, you were busy with Renesemee you weren’t able to find it in your plans to be with Y/n for her final months at college. 

“Anything new at the Cullen’s estate since I was here last?” Y/n asks you

“Nothing really, living the same old same old life,” You reply 

+*+

The both of you stop at Y/n’s secret spot, overlooking the river. 

“I’m ready Rose,” Y/n says bluntly

You pull out of her embrace and stare.

“What?” You ask

“Change me,” She says

“Y/n, we promised to get married first,” You remind her

*Y/n’s POV* She was right. You did promise to her before you went back to college three years ago.

“We figured out a date which was July 13th, got the invitations out, all we need is the venue decor, and our outfits,” You tell her, “I’m not about to wear a dress either.”

“I got that part,” She smiles, “Don’t rush it.”

“I’m already older than you,” You sigh, “My patience is running low for it...”

“Clearly,” She smiles, “But you’re going to thank me once we’re married.”

“Okay fine,” You cave, “Well, I’ll get to have my friends for our bachelorette party.”

“I sent out invitations to e everyone that we’re close with, and my parents discussed with you to move in with us,” 

Your eyes widen... 

“How?... I don’t know if-”

You try to come up with an excuse to not move out just yet as you haven’t even spent a year back home since graduation. But, nothing came out.

“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re comfortable,” Rosalie touches your forearm

You calm yourself under her touch, “I know you will.”

+*+

You went home after your date with Rosalie and your parents were there to greet you.

“Congratulations honey, sorry we couldn’t make it,” Your mom hugs you

“It's okay mom,” You smile, “I’m just glad to finally be done.”

“Do you want to go out to your favorite diner?” She asks

“Actually, just my favorite home cooked meal,” You suggest, “I’m going to start packing my things for my move.”

+*+

You sit on your bed after finally finishing the last closet box. 

“Y/n come downstairs! Someone’s here to see you!” Your mom beckons you to come into the living room

“Coming mom!” You call back

You had a strange feeling the person that as there to see you was your Fiancé. Low and behold it was. 

“Hey you,” You smile, walking up to her

The both of you walk up to your room.

“What are you doing here?” You ask

“Wanted to make sure you weren’t going to have cold feet,” She smiles

“Pretty sure mine are toasty warm,” You smile back, “Shouldn’t you be at your bachelorette party by now?”

Before Rosalie could answer, you hear something clank against the glass window. You walk over to it and see Alice and Bella at the ground, waving up at you.

“Huh,” You chuckle, waving back at them

“I just wanted to see you one more time before you become Mrs. Hale,” She smiles

“Pretty sure it's bad luck if you see me before the wedding,” You say, your eyes traveling up to the ceiling

“That's a lie,” She says, “You’re not in your wedding suit.”

“Okay, you got me there,” You smile

“But there is a story I need.. No... Want. I want to tell you,” Rosalie seats you down onto the edge of the bed

She seats herself next to you.

“What is it?” You ask

“Something about my early days as a Newborn,” She says 

“Are you sure you’re open to talking about it?” You ask

She nods, “I’m sure.” 

“Shortly after Carlisle turned me, I went mad... On a rampage. To take revenge on the ones who made Carlisle turn me into... This,” Rosalie begins to explain, “However, I wasn’t thirsty for human blood like the average newborn. I was merely consumed with anger...”

“Rosalie, I’m sorry that happened to you, they deserved what came to them,” You say, “But, if this is to scare me out of becoming a vampire-”

“It’s not, I promise,” She sighs, her forehead bumping into your shoulder, “I’m just giving you a warning as to what may happen when you do turn.”

“I appreciate the warning,” You hum, “Truly.”

You sigh in annoyance to the amount of pebbles hitting your window.

“I think Alice and Bella are growing impatient,” You sigh into a smile, “What will you three be doing?”

“Going to the mountain top, maybe wrestle some bears or something,” She says

“No... Other female humans?” You ask

“Boring!” Bella’s voice is heard through the window. 

“Okay, you should get going before they barge through the front door to come get you, and I need to get ready for my bachelorette party.” You say 

“Fine,” She sighs

You follow her back down the stairs and through the living room to the front door.

“I’ll see you at the altar,” Rosalie turns to you

You smile as you give her a quick kiss and watch her walk off with Bella and Alice.

As you watch her disappear into the evening, you shut the front door and walk back up to your room to get ready for your own party.

+*+ 

Your bachelorette night was a simple sleepover with your best friends, like the childhood days, but include alcohol and a movie marathon. Just as you requested. You didn't want to do anything big. You just wanted to spend one last hoorah with your closest friends before being stuck at 22 forever and have to distance yourself from them so they won’t question how you would still look 22 when they're all in their 50s onward.

“You and Rosalie sure did move quick with the wedding plans,” Your friend says

“Dude, we’ve been together for four years now and engaged the same amount of years,” You say, taking a sip of your alcoholic drink, “throughout my college years we’ve been going back and forth about the wedding.”

“Who’d have thunk Y/n would bag Rosalie Hale?” Your other friend jokes

“Says the one who’s shipped us during our high school years together,” You sigh

“Even during your hardships with her I never ceased hope for the day you’d bag her,” She swallows her pride with a drink

“We were all making bets,” Another friend confesses, downing their shot

“You WHAT?!” You ask

“While you went off to your classes during the summer, post prom, we went to a sleepover at Luna’s house and I suggested as a joke at first, but then everyone began chipping in time dates,” Your friend explains, “Then it happened.”

“And I won,” Your sensible friend announces, downing theirs

You look over to the friend that announced that won. The one who saw through Rosalie’s toxic tendencies back then and had encouraged you to not embark on the relationship. 

“The irony of the one who encouraged I don't take on the relationship and yet, won your guys’ little fun bet was one by that person,” You chuckle, downing your drink

+*+

The wedding was similar to Bella and Edwards. Wedding and reception at the Cullen’s estate, and a send off. 

You and Rosalie went off to a private island somewhere off the South Asian coast as a wedding gift from Carlisle. 

Rosalie sat in your lap as the both of you were lip locked. The feeling of her smiling in the kiss made your heart flutter. 

“Are you ready... Mrs. Hale??” Rosalie asks, smiling

You nod, “I’d still like to hear my name out of your mouth you know...”

She smiles as you lay down on the bed. Rosalie presses her hand on your shoulder and leans her mouth close to your neck.... You hear your heartbeat in your ears as you would feel her lips trickle along your skin. 

You aren’t sure how you’ll cope without your human family and friends from this moment forward... However, at the end of the Burning Sun, you know Rosalie will be by your side through anything and everything... 

#Rosalie Hale #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie twilight #rosalie hale imagine #twilight saga #nikki reed #female reader

[kaylawritesfics]

Can u do headcanon for dating alice cullen?

Dating Alice Cullen

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date the best cullen™️

pairing: alice cullen x reader

warnings: swearing

note: i absolutely can i love alice so much !! i’m doing this right now because i literally just finished watching twilight again

Alice is the cutest girlfriend in the world !!

If you’re a human, she’s constantly worrying about you and checking in on you. She’s so scared that something bad will happen to you and she thinks that you’re so fragile. She has a strong need to protect you.

If you’re a vampire, she’s still pretty protective but she worries less. She knows that you can handle yourself with whatever comes at you.

She’s so supportive !! If you draw, she wants to see everything you draw and compliment the little specific things nobody would usually notice. If you write, she wants to read all of your work. If you play a sport, she’ll be at all your games, dragging her family to cheer you on.

She loves to go shopping with you !! She’ll buy you so many thing. She especially loves clothes shopping with you. Even in her own time, she’ll go shopping for you, picking out little things she thinks you would like and begging you for a fashion show when she gets home.

She loves to dress you up. She wants to do your hair, makeup, and dress you in nice clothes, just to parade you around to her family, forcing all of them to compliment you (and her hard work).

She really has the best intentions in the world with you. She just loves you so much and wants to be there for you through everything.

She’s really glad that you get along so well with her family. Carlisle and Esme are super stoked when Alice brings you home.

Your parents love her. She’s so sweet and charming. She would absolutely win them over right away !!

Alice adores pet names !! She will call you every name under the sun.

“Babe” “Baby” “Sweetheart” “Darling” “Love”

She likes to be called pet names, as well.

She would take you on so many cute dates !! She especially loves picnic dates. Even though she can’t eat, she likes to make a cute little meal for you and just sit outside.

Alice loves stargazing. Her favorite activity is grabbing a couple blankets and laying with you outside, pointing out every constellation she can find.

She loves to kiss your nose and cheeks. Obviously, she likes normal kisses too but she adores the way you get flustered when she kisses your face.

She likes to receive forehead kisses, especially if she’s stressed or anxious. They calm her down so much.

She likes when you read to her while she lays on your chest. It comforts her so much and she really just loves hearing your voice.

She loves compliments !! She puts a lot of effort into the way she presents herself and she loves receiving praise for it.

Alice would also compliment you 24/7.

She wants to make sure that you feel loved and comfortable with her at all times.

She absolutely hates arguing. If you were mad at her for any reason, she would absolutely be in the worst mood.

She’s a big fan of apology gifts. Her love language is gift giving if you can’t tell.

Alice just loves you so much and she’s the softest person in the world I could talk about her for hours.

#alice cullen #alice cullen headcanons #alice cullen imagine #alice cullen fanfiction #alice cullen x reader #twilight fic #twilight fanfiction #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight headcanon #twilight #cullen #edward cullen imagines #emmett cullen imagines #rosalie hale imagine #jasper hale imagines #carlisle cullen imagines #esme cullen imagines #edward cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #bella cullen #bella swan #edward and bella #bella and jacob #jacob black #twihard

[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Emmett Cullen

🦋 poly emmett+rosalie 🦋

@castieltrash1

🦋 my pretty girl 🦋

@taylorsage22

#castieltrash1's vday celebration #twilight smut #twilight imagine #jasper hale #jasper hale smut #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale imagine #rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #rosalie hale smut #rosalie hale imagine #emmett cullen #emmett cullen x reader #emmett cullen smut #emmett cullen imagine #t: writing #answered #anonymous

[another-fantasy-world]

Grim Reaper's Apprentice

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Title: Grim Reaper's Apprentice

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 3358 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you know him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your job comes with such benefits after all. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And oh boy did you fulfill that promise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rosalie hale x reader #rosalie hale imagines #rosalie hale #rosalie hale imagine #twilight x reader

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎

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

warning - jealousy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

#imyourbratzdollwork #rosalie hale fanfiction #rosalie hale fanfic #rosalie hale imagines #rosalie hale #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie hale fic #rosalie hale fluff #rosalie hale oneshot #rosalie hale one shot #rosalie hale angst #rosalie hale au #rosalie hale x reader #rosalie hale x female reader #twilight fanfiction #twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #nikki reed

[aquanova99]

headcanons for the cullen clan reacting to their mate not saying 'I love you' back? like as a prank-

have a nice day :>

Carlisle

He thinks you didn’t hear him

Gets closer to you to say it again

Kinda hard not to say it back when he’s being so earnest about it

He never catches onto your joke, he just thinks you zone out alot

Esme

She just stares at you because she knows you heard her

She won’t say anything till you say it back

She does not like that joke and will absolutely scold you for it

Would not recommend trying again

Rosalie

Also doesn’t like this joke either

But she takes it a step further

“Oh so you don’t want to say you love me anymore that’s fine.”

You: “no wait it was a jok—“

Her: “nope it’s fine.”

Silent treatment for a week, she will break up with you if you think playing with her emotions is funny

Emmett

Annoys you until you say it back

Just constant “babe did you hear me? Babe. Baaabbeeeeee. Love meeee.”

Jasper

His feelings are probably a little hurt because homeboy has issues, like he worries for a split second before he realizes you are just messing with him because of his gift

So he probably puppy dog eyes until you say it back tenfold

But while he didn’t like he’s still petty so you’ll say you were just kidding and you love him and he’ll just…

Either not say anything or say ‘that’s what I thought’

Alice

The second you get this plan in your head she sees it

She won’t say I love you first until you decide to stop being dumb

Edward

If he can read your mind chances are he knows what you’re thinking

If you block him by just a thinking of random songs or anything that he can’t pinpoint that it’s a joke he will think you’re crazy and need to be seen by someone “Carlisle???”

If he can’t read you’re mind he’s going to be conflicted

Maybe they don’t love me anymore, it’s probably for the best they’re too good for me, but I can’t let them go, but they deserve better

You can literally see him malfunctioning but your rather not get into that now so you say you weren’t thinking at the moment

Bella

She knew it

It’s because you realized you can do better right? Right???

She starts saying so much nonsense you never tell her you were joking and say you were distracted about something your family said earlier that day

#aquas asks #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #bella swan #bella swan imagines #edward cullen #edward cullen imagine #alice cullen imagine #alice cullen #jasper cullen imagine #jasper hale imagine #jasper cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie cullen #rosalie cullen imagine #emmett cullen imagine #emmett cullen #esme cullen #esme cullen imagine #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen imagine #cullen imagines #the cullens #the cullen headcanons

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TWILIGHT MASTERLIST

(FUCK STEPHANIE MEYER)

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Angela Webber

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Bella Swan

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Alice Cullen

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Jasper Hale

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Emmet Cullen

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Rosalie Hale

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Esme Cullen

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Tanya

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Paul Lahote

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Embry Call

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Quil Ateara

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Charlie Swan

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Sam Uley

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Emily Young

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Leah Clearwater

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Cauis

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Seth Clearwater

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Jessica Stanley

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#twilight (2008) #bella cullen #bella swan #edward cullen x reader #jasper #alice cullen #rosalie hale imagine #carlisle cullen smut #charlie swan #cauis volturi #volturi #new moon #twilight eclipse #breaking dawn #paul lahote #embry call #quil ateara #angela weber #jessica stanley #mike newton #sam twilight #emily young #seth twilight #twilight leah

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For Anonymous who asked:

AH AU where Rosalie and Leah are unwilling queens of rival kingdoms and one day a war starts but it's a whole lie and they're lovers who plan to run away together?

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POV: Third Person

Characters: Leah Clearwater, Rosalie Hale

Genre: Alternate Universe: All Human, Royalty AU

Relationship: Leah x Rosalie

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“We did it.”

“Yes, we did.”

This plan of using war as disguise to ultimately run away together, had been a risky one but ultimately worth it in the end.

Neither of them had wanted to be royalty, to rule over kingdoms, to have every second of their lives decided for them. But it was a burden they had to carry since no one else would ever understand. They thought they would never meet anyone who would be able to understand what they had to go through.

Until the day they had met each other.

From there, they both found a confidant, a companion, what had began as idle conversations soon transformed into letters which eventually became a confession underneath the starry night sky in Leah’s kingdom.

And soon a life together, a normal life, was all either of them could think about.

And now, finally, they could just be Leah and Rosalie.

#mod alex #twilight #twilight saga #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #leah clearwater #leah clearwater imagine #twilight imagine #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie hale #leah x rosalie #all human au #royalty au

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Bound | Chapter 4

Word Count: 4.9K Warnings: implied/referenced SA, trauma, trauma responses, mentions of death, torture, mentions of DV

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could've hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: So, I noticed that the time span of Rosalie's kills take around a year according to Midnight Sun (which I have yet to read) which is why the timeline won't match up very well, but I think it still works... maybe... hopefully. Sorry it took so long to update this story, I honestly did not have time to keep writing it for a bit. This was meant to come out yesterday but I fell asleep 🫣🫣 Also, to any and all survivors of SA that you are not alone and what happened to you is not your fault, it never will be. I hope you have healed or are healing. And if you ever just need an ear to listen, I am here. 🤍

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Three months had passed since the night that changed Rosalie’s life for eternity, and the Hubert brothers had been found dead. Two, since Ulysses Levitt ran out of town with a girl his family would have never approved, and the body of John Harris was found in his hotel room, asphyxiated and with a broken neck. 

Word had spread through the town of a killer that was taking the lives of prominent young figures. They had ransacked through two families already, and it was rumored they had taken the Levitt son hostage, regardless of the letter left. It made families hold their young ones closer to them, hypervigilant of their every move.  No one wanted their child to be next. No one wanted to weep for their child. Not even for them to go missing. 

Because none of them knew that they had nothing to worry about. 

Well, other than the King family. The royal family of Rochester, New York, would suffer a great loss that night at the hands of who would have been their greatest acquisition. She would take his life into her hands the way he had done with hers. He would clamor for mercy, beg for forgiveness, plead for another chance. And she would laugh in his face. 

There weren’t many places Royce could hide in that Rosalie would not have found him. He could have hidden a thousand feet underground, and she would have carved at the ground with her own hands until she got to him. He would not get away from her without paying for what he had done. She was judge, jury, and executioner, and she would make sure his sentence was fulfilled. 

In the Cullen residence, the other three vampires walked on eggshells around Rosalie. The anger that radiated from the girl was hot enough that any closeness could leave them burned. Even if their words and worries came from a place of concern –at least from Carlisle and Esme– she did not want to hear them. All she had time for was her revenge. There was nothing else she had to look forward to. 

She didn’t want to be angry. It was an all-consuming emotion that she did not wish to impart on the family that had “rescued” her.

“Good morning, Rosalie,” Esme called the girl’s attention as she readied herself for the day. “How are you feeling today?”

“As well as I can be while my rapist’s heart still beats,” she shrugged, brushing the golden curls in her hair. “Apart from that, I guess not worse than I felt yesterday.”

“That’s good, I think,” the woman offered a smile. “Hopefully tomorrow is better.” 

“Oh, it will be. Once Royce gets what’s coming for him, the universe will balance itself out. After that… well, we’ll see when we get there.” 

Esme remained quiet for a moment, weighing whether or not her words were welcomed in the blonde’s space. The last thing the woman wanted was to make something snap inside the girl. She was already fragile as it was, even if she wouldn’t allow herself to be, and Esme didn’t want to be the drop of water that made her cup overflow. “May I offer you some words?” she asked against her better judgment.

“If you’re trying to get me to see how wrong it is to take a life, please save your breath,” she responded, holding in her laughter at the irony of her sentence. “Carlisle and Edward have tried, and I can tell you there is nothing you can say that will make me desist from my plan.” 

“Well,” Esme sighed with a smile on her face. “Then, can I tell you about my story? I can’t say that I lived through the horrors of what you did, but I did have my own monster.” The blonde simply nodded in approval, her attention fully on the woman before her. “I didn’t envision my life turning out this way, much like you. When I was younger, I dreamed of being a school teacher. I wanted to mold the minds of my students and help them navigate this crazy world. But my parents wanted me to be the perfect wife. They wanted me to stay home and marry. And I did. I thought then that my life would be better. That’s what my parents had promised, so that’s what I believed. 

“Yet, the man that I married became the monster in the fairytale my parents had designed. He was abusive. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. He made me feel like I had no escape. And my parents perpetuated that behavior. They told me to keep it quiet. That no one in town would ever believe that he could do anything like that,” the woman continued. Rosalie could tell how difficult it was to tell her story. She could see the fear flashing in her eyes and the tremble in her hands as she felt the ghosts of her past creeping up her neck. And she wondered if that was the way she would look. Regardless of her impenetrable body, anyone would be able to see the pain plastered on her face. “There was some solace when the Great War passed. He was drafted, and I had months of peace. I learned that you don’t know how deep in the chaos you have gotten until you see a way out. Deep down, I hoped he never returned. It was easier to be a widow than to live the rest of my life in fear.

“But, much to my dismay, he came back once the war had ended. I knew my sentence was until death did us part. Until I became pregnant a few months after his return, and there was a new life to fight for,” Esme said. “I ran as far as I could. I needed to protect my baby, and I couldn’t do that if I was dead. He found me the first time, though. So, I ran again. For some time, I even became a teacher. For the first time in so many years, I was happy. I had fulfilled my childhood dream, and I was building my own family. But all of that ended when my baby died only two days after being born. I had changed my entire life for my son, and he had been ripped away from me in just 48 hours. With him gone, I had nothing left to live for. And well, after all that, Carlisle changed me. 

“I will say that I assimilated to this life quickly. It was easy when the alternative had been so horrendous for me. But, the reason I’m telling you this is not because I just wanted you to hear my sorrowful story,” she chuckled softly. “A couple of years after I was changed, Edward grew rebellious. We didn’t have a bad life, much less a bad relationship. But he was only a year younger than you are when he was turned, and he was growing angsty with our way of life, especially our diet. He went on a rampage, finding the worst of the worst among humans using his ability. He only returned to us two years ago. But he told me who his first victim had been. It had been my ex-husband. He told me how he made sure he suffered, that he yelled for mercy, and pleaded to God to save him.

“It should have made me feel better that he was gone. That he couldn’t hurt anyone any longer, for the world had to be a better place without another monster walking in its midst. I did feel relief for a second that he could not get to anyone else, but it didn’t really matter. He had still hurt me, and his being dead didn’t change that. All I could do was try and move past it. Not forgetting what he did to me, but learning to live with it,” she explained. Esme approached Rosalie, taking her hands in hers and staring deeply into the red eyes before her. “Killing Royce won’t stop the hurt from taking over your heart, Rosalie, just as I know that killing those other four men hasn’t satiated the ire inside you.”  

“Even if it won’t fix what they tore inside me, I can make sure it doesn’t happen to any other woman. At least, the ones that would have fallen victim to them if they weren’t dead,” Rosalie said through gritted teeth. There were no tears to hold back, as much as she wanted them. She wanted them to make her eyes burn with anticipation, and she couldn’t almost remember that feeling and trick herself that it was happening. But the stream never came. “I cannot let him walk free on this earth after seeing just how well he can hide the kind of monster he is. If he was going to marry me and he did what he did, I don’t want to imagine what he would do to a woman he doesn’t even know. I’m not doing this to heal anything inside me or because I am seeking inner peace. I am doing this so they can never do this again.”

 Esme knew there was nothing she could say that would deter Rosalie from finishing her plan. Instead of drowning with more words, she simply smiled and told her she understood. Before leaving the girl be, she turned and said, “You should take a stroll through the garden. This summer the nightshade has sprouted beautifully.” 

Rosalie stared at herself in the mirror, and the vision that stared back at her startled her. Dressed in a strikingly white dress that was as close as possible to the one she had picked out with her mother was unsettling. Much more knowing that to that day, she should have been already three months married… or three months dead. 

But she was neither. 

No. Her blood-red eyes reminded her that she was not married and she was stuck in a land that was not quite living but not quite dead. She was stuck as she was in a world that was no longer hers for the taking. Still, if there was one thing that was still hers, it was the ability to taste Royce’s death already. 

She had found his hideout rather quickly. He had trapped himself in the basement of an abandoned bank building that was still under his family’s possession. Little did he know that in his hiding, he had given her the perfect place to rid the world of the monster he was. His soul would forever be trapped somewhere that perfectly represented him –cold, dark, and made just for money. 

Everything was already going to plan. The crate of whiskey had been delivered on time and sent directly into the vault with food and other necessities. All she needed to do was wait it out for an hour. Sixty minutes to allow the paranoia to set in, for the hallucinations to fester, for all the pain and discomfort to rip its way across his body. She would allow the little plant to set her stage because she would be the main act that day. 

Rosalie waited until she could not wait any longer. Until she knew his mind would have started its descent into madness. She wanted him to be trembling in his skin before she made her grand entrance. 

From the bank's main lobby, she could hear Royce’s racing heart, his breathing heave, and his frantic steps. It would have been the most intoxicating song had her heart not been filled with dark hatred. His suffering meant nothing to her until it was her own hands inflicting the pain. She had to get into that room sooner rather than later. 

Though Royce was her main target, she needed to get past the two men that guarded the vault door. Innocent souls that had to be reaped because of the sins of a monster. Her parents had taught her the just paid for the guilty. And in matters of love and war, all was fair. That afternoon, two souls would join the five that had shredded her own. She would grant them a quick and painless death, and go on with the rest of the plan. 

And so, she snapped the men’s necks and laid them on the floor. She closed their eyes and prayed to whatever higher power that was out there to forgive their trespasses, granting them safe passage into the afterlife. There wasn’t much she believed in anymore, but she needed to believe that at least the innocent made their way to something better. 

With those men out of the way, Rosalie could finally accomplish what she had to do. It’s showtime, she told herself. No turning back now. 

The door wasn’t locked, only put together to give Royce the semblance of security. Not that it would have mattered. Supernatural strength and speed allowed it not to matter. Without even knowing it, Royce had written his death sentence the second he had left her for dead. 

“No. No. No. No,” she heard him mutter. “It’s not my fault. It’s not. I didn’t do it.” 

Delirium. Truly perfect. 

“Honey,” she smiled as she burst through the door, making the entire building tremble under her strength. “I’m home.” 

“No, God, please,” Royce cried as he cowered in a corner, his eyes growing as big as saucers at the vision before him. Locked inside that room, he had felt he had started to go crazy. Hidden in the shadows lived the person that had haunted his friends and was haunting him now. He knew whoever it had been was bidding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. What he had not expected was to see her. “How are you here? How are you showing her to me?” 

“I am not a mirage, dear Royce,” Rosalie said, smoothing down her gown. It dragged behind her as she walked, the sound of the fabric swishing on the ground mixing beautifully with the sound of his racing heart. “I am actually here. Standing before you as I would have months ago.” 

“But you died… I mean, you had to have died.” 

“Oh, I did,” Rosalie sighed. She crossed the room elegantly, taking in how it had been transformed. An elegant bed was pressed against one of the walls, the sheets perfectly done as though no one had ever dared sleep on them. Truly, the entire place had been decorated to portray a luxury suite, like the ones in the many hotels the King family frequented. Beautiful and expensive. Much like the armchair she sat on to face the man directly. “You see, I stand before you today completely dead. Well… technically undead. I’m living, but I’m not alive, Royce. I’m what you might call a vampire now.”

“That’s not… no. That’s not possible!” Royce exclaimed, trembling. The bottle he held in his hands spilled with every shake of his limbs, soaking his shirt. “You’re a ghost. The same one that’s been haunting me for months.”

“I know you wish that were true, Royce. Because maybe then I wouldn’t be able to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” he said as he cowered deeper into the corner of the room. “Why would you hurt me?” 

“Oh, Royce. I knew you weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but I didn’t think you’d be this cretinous,” she scoffed. “Do you really think I’m here just to say goodbye? Darling, I’m here to do so much worse. I’ve already started, actually.” 

“W-what do you mean?”

“Well, I’m sure you can feel the way your heart is racing, how your skin has gotten clammy, and how your brain is all delirious. That was a little gift from me,” she grinned devilishly, examining the perfection of her cuticles. “I know how you can’t resist a glass of whiskey no matter the time of day, and I knew you had a few scheduled shipments of bottles. So, with the help of a beautiful blue flower and absentminded delivery boys, I was able to slip some deadly nightshade into those bottles. Hence, the reaction from your body and your delusions.” 

“You poisoned me? How could you, Rosalie? I don’t deserve this.” 

  “Oh no, you don’t get to speak my name,” Rosalie spat. In a matter of a second, she had killed any distance between them  “My name is the only thing you will never have possession of. Not anymore. And to think you have the audacity to question what you deserve.”

“But I don’t, R… I don’t deserve this,” he cried as the girl balled his shirt in her hands. “I made one mistake.” 

“What you and your friends did was no mistake, Royce. It was a deliberate and brutal robbery of my innocence, of my life. It was a testament to your true character and the monster that lay beneath sheep’s clothing,” she seethed. “The worst part of it all is that I would have lived with your sins had you simply given me the life I had dreamed of. I would have let you drink until your belly was full of nothing but liquor and beer. I would have let you cheat as long as you came home to me. I would have let you take everything as long as I had my children to care for. And what a waste of a life that would have been.” 

Fat tears fell from the man’s eyes, connecting with the slobber of boogers that escaped his nose, and it disgusted Rosalie to be so close to him. But it was the dangerously fast pace of his heart that thrilled her. It was the perspiration on his skin that edged her on. It was the unnatural dilation of his pupils that made her want to dance in victory. 

She knew he was in pain. She knew that his body wanted nothing more than to reject the poison of the deadly nightshade, but it would never be able to. Not while she was there, witnessing the demise of the worst kind of monster. 

Royce pleaded under his breath, trying to appeal to the human side of Rosalie without understanding that the part he was begging to had died that night. The humanity left inside her dwindled as she stared at the pitiful man. She couldn’t imagine a world where she had ended up with him. At least, for that, she was grateful. 

“You‘ll never find love,” Royce suddenly spat, a sudden rage boiling inside him, giving him enough energy to yell at her. “Not as the abomination that you are.”

“And what is that, Royce?” She said through gritted teeth. “Because the person I thought I loved was you.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he barked.  “Don’t think I don’t know about your inclinations. I saw you with my own eyes.” 

“Whatever you think you might have seen will go with you in death. At least you’ll have that memory then to keep you company.” 

“The title of murderer is less vile than the other name. You’re lucky I took pity on you and showed you what you were missing out on.”

“Pity? You took pity on me?” Rosalie took hold of his shirt, lifting him from the ground as though he weighed no more than a dress. “You destroyed me. You defiled me. You took my life. Whatever it is that you think you may know about me did not give you the right to do any of that.”

“I saved you first from a lifetime of embarrassment,” Royce choked, his voice trembling as fear overtook him. “Your lifestyle would have gotten you killed regardless.”

“The only lifestyle that killed me was the one where I chose you,” she spat. “You did this to me, Royce. And now you have to pay.”

She let him drop to the ground to cower into the corner. One second, the man was back to crying and begging. The next, he was clutching at his chest and groaning in pain. “Please stop this,” he groaned. His heart had started running at a desperate pace, trying its best to pump blood to his body. But his arteries were contracting as the seconds passed, and his body would start shutting down soon after. “I know you can. Just please, I promise I’ll be better. Just give me a chance.”

“You had a chance, Royce. This life. This was your chance, and you wasted it. You decided to use your one chance to be a despicable man —driven by your greediness and your ego. You could have led a long and beautiful life,  but you weren’t satisfied. You wanted more and more until there was nothing left to take. Now, you won’t take anything from anyone else.” 

“Please,” he sobbed, but his words came out slurred as the poison kept rushing through his bloodstream. A rash had started peeking through his clothes, burning it way through his skin. He couldn’t choose between scratching at the patches or clutching at his chest, his entire body quickly starting to betray him. “I don’t wanna die.”

“Funny,” she laughed. “I didn’t either.”

Royce didn’t take long to deteriorate. His body was already weak from a diet of fear and whiskey—and the lethal amount of nightshade that she had injected in the bottles. He had gravitated onto his bed, barely hanging on to the little life that was left in him. His lungs wheezed and his skin reddened, his limbs spasmed and his lips trembled, and his eyes never left hers. 

And she stared back. 

“Soon enough, you will stop breathing,” she sighed. “I’m sure you can barely feel your arms and your legs. Just like I know you’re trying your hardest to take in a single breath. Isn’t it terrifying? To lay there and feel your life slipping through your fingers, all because someone else decided that you weren’t worthy of your own life.” 

“P… ple… please,” he managed to croak out. Tears stained his face, mixing with the sweat on his skin. “H-h-help… m-me.” 

“It’s too late, Royce,” she smiled deviously. “Don’t you get it by now? You are dying today. You will lay there and suffer and beg. And then, you will die. Not because it’s justice for what you did to me. But because no one else in this Earth will ever have to meet a monster like you. And I will stay and watch until you take your last breath.”

And so, he begged. Royce begged until the lack of oxygen forced his eyes shut. 

And Rosalie watched. She watched until he took his last, wheezing breath. 

Once she could not hear his heart beating anymore, she spared him one last close-up glance. She stood over him and looked over his corpse, wondering who it would be that would find his body. What would they think happened? The easiest explanation would be a heart attack, but the bodies in front of the vault would paint a different story. It wasn’t because she was worried she’d be caught –there was no way she ever would be– but rather because she wondered what plot would be spun to glorify Royce’s life and condemn his killer. And she was absolutely certain they would never believe a woman had been the one to kill him, let alone the other six men. 

“Rot in hell, Royce,” Rosalie whispered against his ear. “Say hi to your friends for me.” 

The girl thought she had merely spent an hour or two inside the bank, but as she slipped back into the alley, she noticed that the morning had come and gone, and the moon had started to peek its way out on the horizon. She quickly changed out of the wedding dress, ripping it from her skin as if it was suffocating her. Her lungs ached for a breath they didn’t need as something deep inside her snapped. It seemed that Esme had been right. Killing Royce didn’t make her feel better, but it had satiated her conscience. He could not hurt anyone else. 

Rosalie placed a hat on her head to conceal her face as she walked through the barely crowded streets of her home. Whispers on the street spoke of the demented killer that had taken the lives of four young men. Even if it had been a while since he had killed, everyone knew he was still out there. She had expected that much. The fear of the unknown was enough to rattle an entire town, and after Royce, it would be the only topic on everyone’s tongues for a long time. 

What she had not expected was to come face to face with a picture of herself. 

Taped to a lamp post was her last photograph taken with the words MISSING in bold on top of it. Under, a brief description of who she had been was printed, her family calling for any information regarding the whereabouts of their daughter. But that didn’t strike her as odd. She knew her family would be worried—had been worried for months. 

No. It was the small message posted under her family’s plea that made her stop in her tracks, a sudden wave of sadness numbing her limbs. She ran her pale fingers over the withered paper as though she could hear the voice if she touched the words. 

Please help bring our Rosie home, the message read. There are people here who love her more than sunflowers love the sun. 

There was no need for a signature for Rosalie to know exactly who’d had that message printed. She ripped the message from the page, folding it into the bag she had buried the wedding dress in, careful not to wrinkle the paper. 

Her heart wrenched inside her chest as she remembered the last time she had seen this person. The last time she ever would.

Only a week before her wedding, Vera had told her how much she wished Rosalie a long and happy life. As the blonde carried Henry in her arms, her friend placed a soft hand into hers, squeezing comfortingly as she smiled. 

“You deserve happiness, Rosie,” she had said that afternoon. “I just wish…”

“There’s no point in wishing,” Rosalie sighed, her eyes transfixed by the baby in her arms. She had been afraid to look Vera in the eyes —the beautiful gemstone eyes she had adored. “You have your family. And I’m on track to have mine. It is all we ever dreamed of.” 

“But it was supposed to look like this,” Vera had sighed. “Not quite like how it really is.” 

“We knew from the start that it would end this way, V. This is just the world we live in. At least this way, we can still be in each other’s lives.” 

“Even with all your high-class parties and important people to attend?” she had joked. “You really think you’ll have time for me.” 

“Always,” Rosalie had smiled. “Forever.”

“Really? You mean that?”

“Does a sunflower love the sun?”

Now, she had all the time in the world. So much time it could never run out. But there was not a second more she would be able to spend with Vera or with Henry. She’d never again brush away the little boy’s dark curls as they fell in front of his eyes. She’d never again hear Vera calling her name as she laughed. She’d never have everything she wanted —anyone she wanted. 

After what felt like a lifetime of staring at her own face, Rosalie straightened out her dress and made her way back to the Cullen residence as though nothing had happened. She cleared her mind of all thoughts about her best friend and walked inside, ready to shut herself in her room until it was time to feed. 

“You really did it, huh?” Edward taunted. “You really went through with it.”

“Please spare me the mocking tonight, Edward,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “My patience is wearing quite thin, and there’s no telling if I might snap. I have heard that us newborns have a tendency to be twitchy and rather strong.” 

“You’re such a…”

“That’s quite enough, Edward,” Esme interjected before he could go any further. “Leave your judgment inside your head.”

Edward muttered a complaint as he disappeared into the backyard, acting as a teenager reprimanded by their mother. Which, in a sense, he was. 

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Rosalie,” the woman smiled. “I hope that whatever happened today and all those months before brought you some type of solace. I know it will never be enough, but I hope it’s a start.”

“I hope so, too.”  

But she knew her heart would need much more mending than only a few deaths. 

That night, she had pulled out the message from her bag alongside a picture she had managed to take with her of Vera and her in their class banquet. They had worn beautiful gowns and were smiling from ear to ear as they danced together. It was a memory she would carry for the rest of her life. But, then, she had laid in the bed she did not need, pressing the picture and the message close to her chest, and closed her eyes to pretend she could dream she was back there.

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If You Flirted

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You: *fidgets and reaches for the vampire bite* Hi *smiles* I’m (Y/n) Judith Black

Rosalie: Rosalie Lillian Hale.

You: … *stutters* ah right. My. My brain… stopped. *chuckles* you ever have one of those days…

Rosalie: *smiles* not very often, no. Do you tend to be this deep in the forest, alone?

You: *raises eyebrows* I’m not alone. I’m with you. But I guess you can say I’m out in the forest often just never on this side

Rosalie: and what do you do in the forest

You: *smiles* stop and smell the roses

Rosalie: *chuckles* that was bad

You: *chuckles* you loved it. *holds out your hand* you wanna go for a walk? Stop and smell the roses with me

Rosalie: *smiles and takes your hand*

You and Rosalie: *starts trekking through the forest*

You: *jumps over a log and holds out your hand for Rosalie

Rosalie: *gets over the log with your help* not very use to seeing the forest from this low. It’s pretty

You: *hums* not as pretty as you

Rosalie: you know, for someone who turns into a wolf, you’re surprisingly really charming

You: *blushes* oh, I could say the same about someone who sparkles in sunlight.

Rosalie: well at least I’m not hairy

You: Fur keeps me warm in the cold, Well warmer.

Rosalie: *suggestive* I’m sure my icy touch could warm you up just fine

You: *blushes* is that a promise

Rosalie: *smirks* maybe

You: *brings intertwined hands to your lips and kisses Rosalie’s hand*

Rosalie: you can ask me anything you know. I won’t bite, we’ll unless you asked.

You: You seem like the type…

You and Rosalie: *reaches a two-tier waterfall*

Rosalie: *notices the bite mark, frowns and reaches to touch it*

You: *flinches*

Rosalie: *pulls away* sorry

You: *grabs her hand and places it are your heart* it’s okay

Rosalie: what happened?

You: my friend Quil and I were up in Seattle. I was angry with my brother’s obsession of Bella and Quil missed his friends who were in the pack. We were ordered to not interact with our old friends. I found a loop hole, Quil wasn’t my friend. A newborn caught my scent, came after Quil and I. I couldn’t shift, not when Quil was close, so I jumped into the newborn’s path. It allowed time for Quil to shift for the first time and kill it. And I felt a burning pain, passed out and woke up the next morning. Or at least I think it was the next morning

Rosalie: *caresses the scar*

You: I’ll gladly bear the pain if you’d like to leave marks

Rosalie: I couldn’t do that to you

You: *whispers* you could have me anyway you like

You and Rosalie: *forhead touches*

Rosalie: *whispers* it feels so good but so wrong. To have you complete me in such a short amount of time

You: what can I say, I guess I have some sort of charm *kisses Rosalie’s cheek* you complete me too.

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What I’ve Always Wanted

Pairing: (Human) Rosalie Hale x (Vampire Wife!)Reader

Original Request: Hi could you pleaaaaasee do a Rosalie Hale x wife reader were reader get's Rosalie pregnant 

Summary: Rosalie Hale wanted a child for the longest time. But, she worried that her martial status to a vampire would end up conceiving an immortal child... But, maybe her human status would also conceive a hybrid or a full human.

Warnings: NSFW

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip 

Theme: Only Want You - Rita Ora [Marina Diamandis Cover]

A/n: Okay, I have a dilemma: Vampires in Twilight physically cannot conceive a child, so I decided to make this one a roles reversed kind of scenario, but an AU from my “Bear the Pain” story

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Rosalie walks into the house you were both renting out for quite some time: to get away from the rest of. the Cullens. She finds you at the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and utensils used to make dinner.

“Hey you,” Rosalie smiles, wrapping her arms around your freezing midsection

“Hey Rosie,” You smile, turning to her to place a kiss on her lips, “How was the stroll?”

“It was refreshing,” She says, “Sunset was beautiful... But, it was boring... You should have joined me for it...”

She was right, you did feel bad that you declined on joining her in the sunset stroll. But something in you fought against the idea.

“Maybe another time,” You smile, leaning in to kiss her again

Once you cleaned up the dishes you had used and begin making your way up the stairs to go read. 

“Where are you going?” She asks

“To read,” You say, “Feel free to join me if you want...”

You weren’t sure how long your nose was in the book until you felt silk-smooth hands run underneath your shirt. Your arm curls underneath Rosalie as she curls up to your side. 

“You were curled up in here the last couple of hours,” Rosalie sighs, nestling against your shoulder

“It’s a good book,” You finally break away from the tiny book text to look down at your blonde wife

“Better than spending time with your wife then?” Rosalie pouts

You could hear it in her voice.

“No, I didn’t say that,” You chuckle, “You never came up here to drag me away from the book. I also said if you wanted to join me you could have.”

You place the bookmark in its spot and shut the book, reaching over Rosalie to place it on the nightstand. Just as you were about to readjust yourself onto the best, Rosalie curls both her arms around your midsection and locks her fingers together; pressing your body right on top of hers.

“What are you doing Rosie?” You jokingly sigh

When you look down at her, she gives you an alluring lip bite; tempting you to bite it for her. You take one of your hands and trace Rosalie’s cheek with it as you lean your face closer to hers. At first you place a gentle kiss upon her lips, but began to get heated one kiss right after another. Your hands explore Rosalie’s body as you both adjust around the bed.

“Do-do you want... to?” Rosalie asks

“Are you sure?” You ask

She nods, “I’m sure... I’m sure that I want you... All of you...”

“Not sure how much ‘all of me’ you can get,” You joke, chuckling

“As long as it’s you,” She smiles

Rosalie was human, you were a Vampire. Let alone the both of you were females.

“Wanting a kid... With me... A vampire... Are you sure?” You ask

You never sought it to be possible to impregnate a human with Venom-turned-to sperm with the help of Carlisle.

“It’s what I’ve always wanted,” Rosalie states

You smile, beginning to insert the sperm into a strap. You look over and notice Rosalie already stripping her clothing away. 

“Hey hey,” You stop her, “That’s my job...”

Rosalie giggles as she patiently waits for you to finish setting yourself up. Just before you could begin stripping your clothing away, Rosalie gets up.

“Allow me,” Rosalie smiles

“A little impatient are we?” You ask, smirking

“I can’t help it,” She smiles

You allow her to strip you down anyways as you put the strap on. Rosalie looks up at you as you adjust your straps. 

“Are you sure about this?” You ask again, “There’s still time to-”

“Yes I’m sure,” She answers before you could finish, “Be as rough with me as you want...”

“Slow down Rosalie,” You say, tucking your knee between her thighs

You press your hands on the bed between Rosalie, slowly closing the distance between the both of you.

“Now, I can’t go full on,” You say, “My strength alone could hurt you in a way you’d end up going into the hospital... Now you... On the other hand, you can hurt me all you want, scratch me, bruise me up... It won’t be a big affect on me.”

Rosalie presses her palms against your cheeks as she drags your face to hers, catching your lips in a searing, passionate kiss. She leans back, hitting the bedsheets with you on top of her. You felt her arm hands brush underneath your shirt as she runs her hands higher up your shirt, firmly grasping at your breasts. A growl escapes your lips as you help her remove your bra. You discard it off to somewhere along the floor as you pull away.

“What now?” Rosalie pouts

“Oh don’t give me that, I’m merely prepping to put a baby in you,” You smirk, walking over to the nightstand, applying lubrication to your fake dick

You don’t break eye contact with Rosalie as you stroke the silicone rod as you walk back over to the position you were in not even two minutes ago. 

“Are you ready?” You ask her, hovering the strap over her already dripping entrance

She nods as you slowly thrust your hips forward. You hear Rosalie squeal as she digs her nails into your back.

“Are you okay?” You ask

“Y-yeah...” She takes a deep breath

“I’m going to go slow okay?” You tell her

She nods as she whimpers with every slow thrust. You felt her legs lift to hoist them over your hipline. Her whimpers became louder as soon as she rested them.

“Faster,” She whispers into your ear

You look down at her as she opens her eyes and looks up at you.

“Did I stutter?” She asks, digging her nails into your shoulder

You chuckle, “You were very clear my lady. 

You smirk as you firmly grasp her ass as you adjust your legs. You thrust again however, it was slowly pacing faster with every thrust until you found your rhythm. Rosalie brings your upper body down to rest on top of hers as her moans become louder.

“Y/n...” She moans, “Come in me...”

You smile as you kiss her whilst still screwing her to oblivion. 

“God Y/n I’m gonna come...” She moans into your ear

“Come baby,” You kiss her again

She claws at your back as you use one hand to reach over to the syringe and press the plunger; secreting the venom-made sperm into her system. You growl as she scratches at your back, reaching her climax. 

“I love you,” Rosalie smiles, slowly coming down from her high

“I love you too,” You smile back, closing the gap between your faces, catching her lips in a slow, tender kiss

+*+

The both of you returned to the Cullens estate after taking the entire week away. You were in the kitchen, fixing Rosalie something to eat. However, you hear rushing feet, you look up to see Rosalie rushing over to the sink; throwing up. You dropped everything that you were doing and rush over to her and hold her hair back.

“Hey hey Rosie are you okay?!” You ask her

She looks up at you and you freeze; her facial structure began deteriorating... She looked like she was a rose... Beginning to wither away. 

“Carlisle!” You call out to him

You pick up Rosalie and begin to bring her into one of Carlisle’s makeshift operating rooms. 

“The fetus is draining her energy levels,” Carlisle notices, “The fetus-”

“Baby,” Rosalie corrects him

“The baby, is growing at a fast rate,” He adds, “She could give birth in the next couple days to weeks.”

“Is she going to live through this?...” You ask

“I don’t know,” He says

“We have to get some food into her system though...” Esme suggests

“I’ll try anything at this point...” Rosalie sighs

You and Esme attempt to fix up some food for Rosalie as she waits patiently on the couch, attempting to take deep breaths as she waits for anything you and Esme bring up for her. 

“Hey, try this,” You come over with simple chicken noodle soup

You take the spoon and begin stirring the soup in order for the steam to let up. Without making a single spillage, Rosalie opens her mouth as you carefully put the spoon into her mouth.

“How was that?” You ask her

A trash bin is at your side in case Rosalie pukes. However, no such thing occurred after she had swallowed the broth.

“It’s good,” She smiles

You sigh in relief as you continue spoon feeding her soup. 

+*+

Rosalie’s completion seemingly returned to normal after feeding her human food. Carlisle continued to do research and watch for the baby’s growth.

“Mysteriously, she's been getting a lot better...” Carlisle turns to you

He had been checking Rosalie weekly just to see for any changes to her health and appearance. 

You were helping her get out of her day’s clothing to help her get into the shower; her baby bump was growing bigger.

“Join me?” Rosalie asks

“I gotta cook you up food,” You say, “Both you and the baby.”

“That can wait, I’m not that hungry anyway,” She says, “Plus, I just want you to be with me right now...”

You let out a relieved sigh as you reach over her shoulder to turn on the shower head. You help her strip down to her bare skin as the water begins heating up. Just as you remove your shirt, you felt water hit you in the back.

“H-hey!” You turn to Rosalie, feeling the uncomfortable feeling of your clothes and undergarments sticking to your skin 

“Now you have to join me,” She smirks

“Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you,” You smile, stripping your now wet clothing

After fully stripping your under garments away, you take Rosalie’s hand as you lead her into the shower. 

“I got you Rosie,” You say

Although you didn’t necessarily need the shoer, the heat was kind unbearable however, if it was for Rosalie, you were willing to bear the pain.

+*+

You were in the kitchen fixing ‘Rosalie another plate of food however, you hear something thump from upstairs.

“Esme, keep an eye on this,” You say 

You rush up top where the thump was and see Rosalie on the bathroom floor, groaning in pain.

“I think the baby’s coming...” She groans

You fill the bathtub with warm water as you lift Rosalie into your arms, gently placing her into the filling tub.

“Carlisle!!” You call out to him

He rushes into the bathroom as you tell Rosalie to begin pushing...

“Smart thinking Y/n,” He praises you

“Save the praising for later, help her!” You panic

“I won’t be able to properly help her if you are panicking Y/n,” He calmly tells you

You attempt to compose yourself however, when Rosalie began pushing, you already smelled her incoming blood. You felt your eyes darken as well as your throat beginning to go dry.

“I’m sorry Rosalie,” You croak 

You practically force yourself to leap onto your feet. 

“Y/n...” Rosalie calls, while groaning in pain

She attempts top reach for your hand just before you could reach the door however, Carlisle holds her hand.

“It’s best that she steps out,” Carlisle says, “Just keep pushing...”

You sit outside the doorway, trying to keep your mouth and nose covered in an effort to contain your thirst for Rosalie’s blood in particular. Although your self-control was decent, however, when it came to Rosalie’s it was damn near impossible to keep your cool; when she lets out that amount of blood. 

Even simply hearing her scream in pain made your ears seethe with pain; and yet you lost your pain receptors. 

The both of you were suffering differently... However, the both of you were willing to go through the pain. Rosalie could have a child; like she’s always dreamed, You simply wanted to be there for her in any way you could, even if it was from a distance.

+*+

You sat with your knees pressed against your chest for awhile, even after Rosalie stopped screaming. You were still suffering from your internal fight for self-control so you didn’t to walk in and end up giving in to your primal needs. 

“I’ve cleaned up as much as I could,” Carlisle explains, “She’s waiting for you.”

You stand from your spot and slowly make your way back into the bathroom; Rosalie lays in a newly made bath; a small child wrapped in a towel.

“We have a daughter,” She smiles

You could hear her heartbeat, and see the flush in her cheeks. she was Human. You slowly fall to your knees as you listen to your child’s internal structures. You were crying. Although you can’t produce tears, you knew you were deep down.

“Do you want to hold her?” Rosalie begins lifting her to you

You carefully take your new child into your arms, making sure to not accidentally injure her in any way.

So warm...

As you were carefully moving your baby’s hair out of her face, Rosalie reaches up to cup your face. Your head sinks down Ito her warm touch as you turn your head to kiss her palm,

“I’m sorry I left the room...” You sigh

“You were waiting right outside,” She says, “So you didn’t technically leave... I can’t imagine the pain you were going through while you waited...”

“And I can’t imagine the pain you were going through either...” You sigh once more

“What matters most is that we now have a family,” She smiles

“You’re right,” You sigh into a smile, still taking in the warmth of Rosalie’s hand, “Do we have a name for her yet?”

“I was thinking... Luna,” She looks up at you for approval

“Luna... Hale... I like it,” You smile, “Has a nice ring to it...”

+*+

Carlisle kept Rosalie bedridden for a few extra days to gain her strength back.

“What perplexed me is that how Luna developed fast like a hybrid but is... Human?” You tell Carlisle

“You are not the only one who is also perplexed by this,” He says

You decide to visit Rosalie upstairs, bringing her a snack. As you open the door, you see her reading a book. You crawl into bed as she unconsciously wraps her arm around you as you carefully lay on her side.

“I’m practically fully healed at this point love,” Rosalie smiles

“Still, you're pretty fragile,” You say

“It’s okay,” She says, “I wanted to feel you anyway.”

You smile as you slowly allow your body sink into Rosalie’s touch as she continues reading.

“So... Now that you’ve had your kid... With a vampire wife,” You begin, “Have you... thought about becoming... Immortal?...”

“I have,” She answers, not making eye contact with you

“And?...” You ask

You only asked because her life was definite; yours was the opposite. 

“I want to watch our kid grow up first,” She says, “I don’t want her questioning how her moms aren’t aging but she is.”

“That’s... Understandable,” You say, sighing 

Rosalie could tell the hurt in your voice. She puts a bookmark in-between the page she was on and pushes your back into the bed, topping you.

“But, that may come sooner than you think,” She smiles. “I know you don’t like the idea of losing me to my mortal life... I wouldn’t want to do that to you.”

“I’m not in a rush either,” You say

Rosalie cocks her eyebrow at you.

“Okay... Maybe a little,” You duckle

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