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shelbgrey · 1 year
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Next to Me(Emmett Cullen)
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Paring: Emmett Cullen X Swan!Wolf!Reader
Summary: after y/n and her brother lost their parents 7 months ago the two move to the rainy town of Forks Washington to live with their Uncle Charlie. As the two readjust to life their cousin Bella comes to live with them and with that their lives will change forever when two of the Cullen boys take interest in them.
Note: I don't own any of the characters except for the ones I added. I'll be also adding the Salvatore Brothers and kinda have a TVD and twilight crossover. Rosalie and Damon Salvatore will be together in this story. The reader is also Cousins with Sam and they're related through her mom(all touch more on that in the story)
🧡Portal to the Eleazar Denali series
Contents:
Twilight:
Chapter 1: oh the tragedies
Chapter 2: laughter is the best medicine
Chapter 3: new school year
Chapter 4: The big vampire with the dimples
Chapter 5: Bio Blues
Chapter 6: people talk
Chapter 7: votes and poems
Chapter 8: The Missing Cullen
Chapter 9: the imprinting thing
Chapter 10: the interuter
Chapter 11: the accident
Chapter 12: bad dreams and bio trips
Chapter 13: the greenhouse
Chapter 14: the council has spoken
Chapter 15: the cold ass Beach
Chapter 16: 20 questions
Chapter 17: prom dresses and hoes
Chapter 18: chess and suspicious minds
Chapter 19: they're vampires y/n!
Chapter 20: Testosterone and Truck repairs
Chapter 21: is she even Italian?
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bunbunbl0gs · 11 months
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Rosalie ❤️💋🌹🍷
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cottontears · 1 year
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hi… I hope this is correct? I read the rules haha, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.. and this is my first time requesting a female…🥺 um.. if it’s okay.. can I please have rosalie and stepcest.. or whatever you want with her! I don’t mind..🥺💗 thank you, I hope you have a good day💗
hush, when no one is around my dear…
ೃ⁀➷ dom! step sis rosalie x sub! human fem! reader
ೃ⁀➷ summary: rosalie is reluctant to accept a human into the cullen family, but when it comes down to it, she will always be there to protect you
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 1.7k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hi cheleah! i loved having you in my inbox! and yes of course you did perfectly, and don’t worry, you did not make me uncomfortable, when i saw you were requesting rosalie, i rushed to my writing app! hope you like! and i also hope you are having an amazing day! this was pretty tame i wrote it during a long car ride!! if you want something kinkier my inbox is always open 🫶🏻
ೃ⁀➷ warnings/ tags: mentions of past abusive male ex, kisses, tame smut, fingering.
ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻
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rosalie snarled when she smelt your arrival at her house.
emmet, her best friend, and her brother placed a cold large hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged it off with more force than necessary.
not only was a human getting refuge in her house, but they had revealed themselves to you.
they had no other choice, but to kill your abusive ex before he could successfully attack you, your ex was now dead, and edward had a stomach full of human blood.
she huffed as your scent grew stronger. she had not had the pleasure to meet you. she wondered about you. deep in her gut she could relate to you, wronged by men. 
a knot of unease tightened in her chest. she heard the front door open, she heard the high-pitched voice of her sister alice making easy chatter, and then she heard you. 
as alice, edward and you came into view, her cold dead heart lurched.
you. you were perfect. your eyes innocent, doe’s eyes, as soon as your gaze fell on her, your eyes widened, and your pupils dilated, you were caught in the predator’s gaze.
something, some feeling lurked underneath the surface, and rosalie did not want edward to listen so she changed tactics, and analyzed your simple clothing. jeans cinched at your waist, tight around your thighs, and loose on your legs.  she knew her thoughts would go to a dangerous place so she changed tactics again and thought about what was safe, cars.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
your new step-sister was godly. her hair fell in lush golden locks past her shoulders, her amber eyes glistened with some unintelligible emotion. and her full pink lips were rolled in a thin line. a tall huge boy stood beside her. he was scary, but not as intimidating as the enchanting draw of your step-sister’s allure.
you could not help where your thoughts wandered, her soft-looking hair, her smooth porcelain skin.
her delicate nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed at you before she turned around and walked out of the foyer, the bulky boy following after. your chest ached with disappointment and rejection.
“come on, let’s show you your room.” there was a lightness to edward’s voice and you remembered how he could read minds. you shuddered uncomfortably. but the privacy of your thoughts for safety and a roof over your head was a good enough trade. 
you followed your step-siblings up the stairs into your new bedroom. it was made for you. 
alice’s smile was blinding, she had made the room just for you. she had seen you coming, she said. 
“and don’t you worry about rosalie, she’ll warm up to you.” her voice was soft, and she shared a look with edward.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
rosalie sat with her arms and legs crossed at the dining table. her eyes never strayed from your being.
one by one the rest of the family filed in, she could see the way your tense shoulders loosened one jasper walked in and put your troubles at ease. 
whenever your eyed met hers, edward and alice shared a conspiring look in the periphery of her view. 
you sat and made superficial chatter with jer family, your place the only one set, esme had made italian for you, and you ate it like a lady. 
“WHAT?!” she slammed her hands on the table. “what the hell are you two conspiring about? and are we not going to address the elephant in the room?” everyone stared at her with wide eyes.
“rose-“ esme’s voice was patronizingly soft.
“no, let’s not pretend this is not dangerous for all of us! what if the volturi found out we are harboring a human? they will go ballistic and kill us all!”
“no they won’t rosalie. it’s okay-“ alice tried to placate her.
“what have you seen alice?” rosalie growled.
“it does not matter right now.” edward butted in. “things are where they are supposed to be.”
“still! having a human girl is dangerous for our safety, one single papercut, and shit hits the roof!”
that was it. you would not sit there and listen to someone bitch about you in your face. silver lining your eyes, you stood up and ran off to your room.
rosalie heard your sobs once the door to your room had closed, something ached deep inside at the sound of your pain. pain she had caused. and it wasn’t like she had anything against you. you were just human, pretty, and dangerous territory.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
it was summer, it would be a while before school started. so you had all the time in the world to mope.
your room was stocked with all your favorite books. so you spent the time during your first few days when you were not in your room, eating with edward or alice accompanying you, jasper never out of your line of sight.
you had not seen the pretty blonde in days and that hurt. so when you laid eyes on her in the living room one afternoon, your heart lurched in your chest.
rosalie’s head snapped in your direction when she heard your heart race. she assumed it was fear, but fear and attraction are interchangeable when it comes to body language.
pupils dilated, heart racing, skin flushed, nerves and anxiety…
there was something attractivr about her predatory gaze. when it fell on you blood rushed to your core. making it pound with need.
you felt filthy, lusting after your step sister, who apparently hated your guts. 
she sniffed, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled, her mouth breaking into a conniving smile.
“here i was, thinking you feared me, and turns out little angel eyes is aroused. not so innocent are you angel?”
your heart pounded in your chest.
fear and arousal making a concoction of scents that had rosalie inhaling deeply.
“angel, i’m not going to hurt you. in fact i was not angry with you that day. i just did not want you to come across trouble because of us!”
she prowled, each methodical step bringing her closer to you.
her hands, ever so slowly rose to cup your cheeks. her cool skin against your warm flesh juxtaposed the sticky summer heat in a heavenly way. 
your eyes fluttered closed, body becoming putty in her hands. boneless, she was there to pick you up, one of her hands leaving your cheek to wrap around your waist.
she slid her hands under your legs, your body lurching as she carried you bridal style to her bedroom.
it was beautiful, slick and classy, just like her, she laid you down in the plush couch, and you noticed she did not have a bed.
a satisfied sigh left your body as your boneless limbs sank into the comfortable couch cushions. 
“rose…” you sighed.
“i know angel, i know.”
her hands intertwined with your hair, massaging your scalp, your breath leaving you in deep sighs.
this change of events gave you the best whiplash.
her strong lithe arms, which could do so much destruction, were gentle and docile with you. 
you, being a fragile little human needed care and softness. and rosalie was happy to give it to you.
once she let her thoughts wonder where they wanted, they went to all the things she wanted go do to you since the moment she laid eyes on your pretty little eyes, she just had not let herself feel, for fear of being hurt, of hurting you. if you were with her, she did not share, and you would have to sacrifice a lot to be with her, in a sapphic relationship, you would not be able to have children, and she was selfish, she would want to turn you one day. but not today. today she was going to be selfish. let future her deal with technicalities. she barely ley herself enjoy, be safe, but here, with a pretty girl in her arms she could let go of her inhibitions and be here with you.
her eyes shone with joy as her the distance between your faces closed, soft lips met hers. her fangs escaped her plump lips and scraped your flesh softly. she was ever so careful to not break skin. hands slid up your shirt.
the warmth of your skin was heavenly. even if she was not able to enjoy an afterlife, she would enjoy a long non-life with you. if you wanted her.
she licked a stripe up your neck and you shivered in pleasure. your hips jerking, searching for friction. but she knew, she was attuned with your needs, as if she had known you her whole existence. 
her hand slipped into your panties, finding you drenched. 
she let out a moan against your skin, pleased at your reaction to her. 
“rose, god~” you grappled for purchase in the expensive couch. 
her fingers splitting you open, sliding inside you, her thumb playing with your clit.
your body spasmed and your hands were on her wrist in an instant. her free hand cupped your chin, her thumb tracing your bottom lip. you opened your mouth, tongue peeking out to experimentally lick her cold finger. 
your whiney whimpers were music to her ears, your hips canting to give her more access.
her lips peppered kissed on your lips, your chest.
you let go of her hand to wrestle out of your shirt, desperate for more of her touch, her mouth.
once it was off, her lips were back on you, on your collarbones, on your breasts. the stimulation on both your chest and your cunt had your climax building and building to a crescendo. you saw white as you crested, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your thighs trembling around her hand.
when you were able to see again, your eyes opened to her, an expression of adoration and devotion, as she brought her hand covered in your cum to her open lips and moaned.
“your cum will stay inside me forever, just like you will, now that i have you, i will let you go until the end of time. just warning you my angel, i am possesive and do not share.”
“until the end of time?” your eyes shone with hope and love for this majestic being who deemed you worthy of her love. 
she kissed your lips once, twice, “until the end of time my angel.”
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Bear with me because I’ve never written a head cannon before.
Meeting you for the first time even though you’re shy
Edit: I added vampire Bella because someone said I should
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Carlisle
- You got into and accident and broke your foot
- He think its cute how you wont make eye contact with him and you mumble
- He instantly feels a connection to you and wonders if you also feel something
- He’s scared that he’s going to scare you
- He wants to make you feel comfortable around him, he wants you to trust him enough and let yourself out
- He admires how you try to be brave even though you’re shy
- You have a stutter? He loves it
- He wants to tell you everything about himself immediately but knows you might run if he does so he stays away from the topic
- He’s mysterious, checking up on you when you don’t know he’s there.
- the night after you left the hospital he stood in your room watching you sleep to make sure you were alright
- He kept watching over you intently until your foot was fully healed, even then he still was there
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Esme
- As her eyes land on you she wants to immediately bring you into a tight hug
- She met you while she was helping out at the school
- She asks if you’re lost because you’ve been wandering the halls for the past 15 minutes
- Has the sweetest laugh when you quietly ask her where a class is
- She introduces herself and walks you to the class, speaking to the teacher out in the hall so you don’t get into trouble
- She feels very protective of you, she knew you were special the moment she saw you
- Whenever she’s at the school she’ll stop by one of your classes to say hi
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Edward
- He met you on your first day at school, you were both sophomores
- He thought you wouldn’t like him at first because when he first introduced himself you shied away
- He gets to know you at your own pace and by your senior year you’re close friends
- He walks you to all your classes even if you don’t share them
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Alice
- She saw you coming and made sure she met you early
- You met at a movie theatre while you were watching your favourite movie
- She sat next to you and after the movie she asked you what you thought about it
- She listened intently as you rambled about your favourite parts, and she laughed when you looked away realizing how loud you were being
- She offered to give you a ride home since you took a bus
- Giving you her number she left, saying she’d love to hang out with you again and that she hopes you become good friends
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Jasper
- He immediately noticed you in a room of people, your emotions were so strong he gravitated towards you
- He sat beside you as you waited for a doctors appointment. He was visiting his father.
- He used his gift to calm you down and talked to you
- You wondered why you felt so calm around him
- After your appointment he was still there, waiting for you
- “I hope you don’t mind me waiting for you. You seemed so nervous I just wanted to make sure everything went okay.”
- He gave you his number in case you ever wanted to talk
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Rosalie
- You worked at a café across from the salon she went to
- She was a regular, you liked how she always ordered the same thing so you didn’t really need to talk to her
- She compliments you a lot
- She ends up giving you her number, saying how cute you were and how she wants to take you out sometime
- She likes how flustered she makes you
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Emmett
- He goes on runs (human runs) past your neighbourhood everyday
- One day it starts raining and he asks if he can stay in your house until it stops
- You reluctantly agree, you end up hitting it off
- You watch your favourite movies and end up having a great time
- It becomes apparent later that he likes you
- You like to call him a big teddy bear
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Bella (As a vampire)
- You got into a little trouble with her dad, what did you do? Just a little, teensy weensy crime. Nothing major
- Charlie thought you and Bella would be good friends so he introduced you to her
- She wonders how someone as shy as you could do a crime, even if it was little
- She admires you from afar and when you’re together
- She’ll take you anywhere you want, you remind her of her when she was human and she wants to protect you at all costs
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xetswan · 3 months
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The Switch of Daylight-
Heartbreak and Wolves
(Alice? x Reader x Jasper?)
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[two] [three] [four]
At the end of the school day, I watched as Edward takes Bella’s hand, guiding her to the woods. I knew he felt me there, watching him. I felt his relief as I didn’t go to stop it from happening. I should’ve but a part of me was extremely hopeful that Bella being upset would truly stop him.
Boy was I wrong.
I felt a gust of wind from behind me, my bedroom window open.
I slowly walk into my room, all there was, was a letter on the ground.
Not even the decency of saying goodbye in person. I get a handwritten letter.
I stare at it but I don’t go to it. I don’t move my legs to grab it. Instead I let it sit there. I turn out of the room and into the living room.
My body was hard as a rock.
Fragile like porcelain glass. It stayed still.
I knew what the letter meant. They were gone.
They left and I didn’t even knew what that meant for us.
Any of us.
I then realized that Bella was all alone in the woods. I quickly snapped out of my mood and ran out of the door.
I heard Charlie’s cop car speeding down the road so I rushed into the trees.
Listening for my sister. Once I locked into her whimpers of cries, tripping down to the ground I sped up.
Rushing to her.
How could he leave alone like this?
How could they do this to her?
“Bella…” I whisper out, hearing her but not seeing her. I start to freak out, not realizing she was behind a tree on the ground.
“Bella.” I fall down beside her.
“He left!” She hyperventilated. I grab her, and she clings onto me.
“They left.” She cries out, I stay silent, rubbing her back. Letting her cry it out. We sat together on the dirt ground.
After moments that felt like minutes, that I knew have been hours she finally sits up and looks at me.
“You knew?” She hiccuped and my eyebrows lifted a tiny bit.
“You knew didn’t you?” She pushes off of me, falling backwards. “I didn’t-“
“Don’t lie to me, [Name], you knew.” She states, not asking anymore.
“No, I mean yes. I did, but listen.” I stick my hands out trying to reason with her but she shut me out.
“Why didn’t you tell me? We- I could’ve stopped them. We could’ve changed their minds.” Her eyes start to water once again, I didn’t even know that someone could cry this much.
“Bella I tried.” I frown.
“Not hard enough, we could’ve done it somehow!” She argued. I just stared at her.
“We could’ve- we could’ve…”
“No, Bella.” I go to touch her but she pushes away from me. My hand freezes in the air.
“Go away.”
She lays down, I shake my head.
“I’m staying with you.” I sit still. “[Name], please.” She mumbles, getting onto her side and staying there.
“I can’t just leave you in the woods Bella.” I sigh.
“Just leave, [Name]! Please, go!” She screams, sitting up for a moment only to fall back down.
It reminds me of when we were kids and she pushed me away unintentionally. Being an older sister I guess it’s normal to push away the younger one.
Yelling at me to get out of her room, that I’m ruining her life by trying to hang out with her and her friends.
The flashbacks of us being little girls.
Then those flashbacks of my lives before rush into my mind. Always having older siblings, being brothers or sisters. Them shouting at me to go away. I stare at her, she doesn’t look up at me and as instinct I go away.
Not to the house but just away.
I go to the stores down by the reservation. Just wanting a minute to myself.
Not remembering the fact that my dad thinks I’m at home sick right now.
My mind getting flooded with all the memories I have of my past lives. My head starting to pound. I sit down on a bench outside of a library. I hold my head, remembering too many things at once.
Seeing the Cullin’s faces too many times.
Over and over again.
My child from one of my past lives.
My deaths over and over again.
My families as they mourned over my body.
Alice and Jasper that somehow got to me right before I died.
Or were almost there but it was too late.
Feeling the fear that inducted inside of me every single time my fate had came.
I should be dead right now.
I am dead right now but for some reason I still am living.
I hated the feeling of not feeling my heart beat or not having the warmth of living.
My lungs filling with air.
Instead I have cold dead silence.
It doesn’t even feel right panicking because my heart doesn’t quicken in pace.
It stays still. I grab onto my chest and I want to just grab at my heart.
“[Name].” A voice shocks me out of my phase.
“Hm?” I glance upward to see a man in a uniform. He looked familiar.
“You gave your dad a spook. Same with your sister. Can you come with me?” He lends a hand but instead of taking I just nod and stand up.
“Sorry, I needed fresh air.” I chuckled. “And for my sister, I haven’t seen her.” I lie. He nods.
“Ah, understandable. Well to me at least. I’m sure your dad is going to have a lecture waiting for you two at home.” He warns me, I smile at him, following him to his car.
“Hey, this is Erin, I’ve found the younger Swan sister.” He calls over the radio. I get into the backseat and he rushes to the drivers seat.
“Bella hasn’t been found?” I sit up straighter. “Yeah, I’m sure she’s just like you and needed some fresh air.” He assures me.
Pulling into my house’s driveway I see my dad on the porch sitting down. I get out of the car quickly right as someone opens the door.
“[Name], why weren’t you at the house?” He stands up, immediately bringing me into his arms.
“I’m sorry, I forgot to leave a note.” I apologize, he squeezes onto me just like he did when I came home from being missing.
I felt my shoulder go wet and I realized he was crying. Or trying not to cry.
“It’s like you girls love giving me heart attacks.” He sniffs. He wipes his tears before letting go of me.
Staring at him like this reminds me of how Alice and Jasper were just asking me to fake my own death.
Him reacting to us just going missing I could never do that to him.
“I’m sorry. Have you guys found Bella?” I ask quietly. “Not yet.” He clears his throat, standing up straighter.
Then at the edge of the woods, Sam Uley comes out carrying Bella. Sam, I haven’t seen him since I was a kid. I had the biggest crush on him when I was younger.
“It’s Sam Uley. He found her.” Billy speaks up.
Charlie bolts over to them, I’ve never seen him move this fast. He wraps his arms around Bella, lifting her from the attractive man.
“Thank you, Sam. Thank God.” I hear my dad say, Billy comes over to me and I give a small smile.
Charlie carries my sister into the house.
Harry and Billy give Sam and nod. He does the same thing and goes to back away.
I went to follow after him but Billy grabs onto my wrist.
Before I acknowledge Billy, I watch Jacob come into view of everything and he wants to chase after my dad and sister but he knows that it’s not time yet.
Charlie just got her in his arms.
I then watch him awkwardly make eye contact with Sam in passing, quickly looking away as fast as he looked at him.
“He knows. About you. He doesn’t like it.” Billy speaks up as he knew I was going to go after Sam, he shakes his head. I frown, glancing over at the man.
“But I- Please.” I pleaded with him. Billy sighs. “I can’t stop you.” He lets me go and I run after the bigger man.
“Sam! Sammy!” I call, now jogging up to him and I caught up.
“Go away, [Name].” He grunts.
“That’s no way to greet an old friend.” I lightheartedly joke. We were now away from everyone. No one could hear us.
“[Name]-“
“How come you know what I am?” I cut him off. His body freezes in place.
“You can’t smell me?” He questions me and I sniff the air, looking around.
“I smell wet dog but what does that have to do with anything?” I fold my arms.
“You really are clueless? The Cullin’s didn’t tell you anything about us?” He asks as if that’s going to make me know anything.
“Us?” I stammer, confused as ever.
“Werewolves?” He says. I furrow my brows and go to laugh.
“Werewolves?” I repeat him in disbelief.
“You can’t believe werewolves are real being what you are?” He rebuttals in a disgusted way.
“I can’t even believe what I am is real.” I sadly say, watching his face drop a little bit.
“You didn’t want to become what you are?” He tilts his head.
“Who does?” I strain out a laugh. “I didn’t have a choice. It was either this or death.” I inform him. He doesn’t say anything.
“You believe it should’ve been death. I understand.” I smile sadly.
“No, it’s not that.” He lets out a breath.
“I just wish this didn’t happen to you out of all people.” He steps closer to me, touching my shoulder, he jolts from how cold I am but he keeps it there.
“Sorry I didn’t come see you sooner.” He sincerely says. My eyes brighten, staring back into his own orbs. “I was in transitioning.” He explains.
“I forgive you-“ “[Name]!” Billy yells after me. I glance back.
“Can we talk another time?” I ask him, he was staring back at Billy and then at me. “I… don’t know about that.” He hesitantly responds.
“Please.” Wind blows past us and his scent hits me strongly. I didn’t even really notice it until he pointed it out. It really smells like a wet dog.
“Tomorrow night, come to the rez.” He takes his hand off my shoulder and then I notice the warmth that I felt went away. Now I’m back to the coldness.
“Okay, I’ll be there around 8:30.” I tell him as he starts jogging, kicking off into a run.
I go back to my house, Jacob comes up to me.
“Where did you two go?” He nudges me. “I uh, I needed some air.” I felt dazed.
“I’ll talk to you later.” I gently patted his arm, walking off into the house.
“[Name], can you get her dressed into something comfortable?” He asks, I nod, going upstairs to Bella’s room.
She was laying down staring at the window across from her bed.
“Let’s get you dressed in something not covered in dirt.” I tell her, going into her dresser and pulling out a sweater and leggings.
“Why didn’t you go with them?” Her voice rasps out. I take a breath in.
“I couldn’t leave you or dad.” I tell honestly. Shutting her door, I threw the clothes down next to her and I help her sit up.
“My body feels like collapsing.” She whispers.
“I’m here to catch you.” I say back.
Masterlist: A&J
Two and three are shorter than I’d like but the rest shouldn’t be. Heheh Sam is a fine man😻 love square???? LMAO
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Yandere Cullens Family's Reactions to You Attempting to Escape:
WARNINGS: Yandere, running away, mature language, manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, etc.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: We had the Volturi guards and now, we'll have the Cullens! I guess, I'm in my active writing era for tumblr, so don't be surprised if I end up posting a whole lot more. It can be about Twilight or even other fandoms. I'll definitely be posting more for Miguel O'Hara too. Also, I was supposed to post this later on but it got put on queue and I didn't know how to put it out of the list, so I apologize if it seems a little rushed.
MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)
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EDWARD CULLEN aka THE MIND READER
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He's a mind reader. That is the only thing you need to know about him to know that it's useless to even try to escape because Edward is already reading your mind to see the potential plans of your escape. He'll do everything to ensure you won't escape and if you managed to find a single hint that could bring your hopes up to do so, he'll immediately eliminate it by fixing the problem. If you had somehow— no one knows precisely how —managed to find an escape, then just know that he'll find you soon enough. Not even just because of his abilities as a vampire since he can easily track down your scent with them, but also because well— he can read your mind. Edward will know where you desperately want to go to and he'll know about the decisions that you'll make as you try to escape. So, good luck but it's practically impossible, unless you managed to outsmart him by thinking of some sort of distraction. But yeah, it's almost impossible because he's constantly reading your mind! Very nosy indeed for a vampire but even worse as a yandere vampire.
CARLISLE CULLEN aka THE DOCTOR
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He would be disappointed. Carlisle isn't the type to get angry at people, but he would get disappointed in you when you try to run away because he thought you knew better than to do that. Honestly, out of everyone in the family, Carlisle is the yandere who gives the most freedom to his darling partner. Carlisle gives a lot of trust to you but after your attempt escape, which was most likely ruined because of another family member, he will definitely be keeping a closer eye on you. Carlisle will either give you a scolding after your escape or he will be quite silent while checking if you got any injuries while being outside. The latter is actually scarier than the first because it's unusual for Carlisle to be giving you the silent treatment and it would mean that he would be more cautious and give you less freedom from then on. However, instead of immediately locking you up in the house after your attempt escape, Carlisle will show you all the reasons to keep you in the house. It could be by showing you the wounds and deaths caused by a rogue vampire or even just by bringing you to the hospital to show you the potential wounds you could get by being outside.
ALICE CULLEN aka THE PSYCHIC
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Same situation as Edward. She's a psychic. Alice can easily check through her gift when you feel even the slightest want to go against her. She'll immediately fix the problem and spend more time with you and be much more attentive too. However, if you decide to rebel against her far too many times, she might just let you attempt an escape. Under her watchful eye, of course, since she doesn't want anything to happen to her precious darling but Alice is sure she can make an accident or two happen around you or maybe worsen your day with some horrible mannered humans to get you thinking that going outside and rebelling against her isn't worth it. She'll be faking her worries when you finally decide to come back home to her and she'll fuss all over your health. Alice might hide it from you but she is strategic and quite smart, especially when it concerne you. Your attempt had also given Alice a chance to guilt trip you into being her personal dress up doll. Not that you already weren't before, but things are certainly much smoother if you follow her order like a sweet darling right?
ROSALIE HALE-CULLEN aka THE BEAUTY
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Rosalie would be scoffing at your attempt. She's definitely annoyed and angry at you, but she is also blaming herself for it. Rosalie should have known you would try to escape and she probably had a feeling on that as well, yet she still decided to trust her darling. You could say that she considered it as a test to see your loyalty to her, one in which you had failed horribly. After she has finally calmed down from her anger, which could take a few days, she will return to you with a sweet smile and continue treating you as her precious jewel like she usually does. Now, you can ignore her attempts to win you back over with her charms and even insult her for it, but do remember that Rosalie could be the sweetest person in the world towards her darling, constantly spoiling you with affection and cherishing you with her gentle words. Her actions causes you to be awfully conflicted about your want to escape because why would you want to get away from someone who loves you more than anything in the world? Your doubts could be added if you had terrible partners in the past.
JASPER HALE-CULLEN aka THE SOLDIER
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Jasper will definitely be hurt. I mean, which yandere wouldn't feel hurt at some point if their darling tries to escape? But out of everyone, Jasper is the one who shows it the most. He's trying so hard to adjust for his darling on everything. He had made renovations to his home, specifically to accomodate to your taste and comfort. He had to endure more trainings to keep his blood thirst under control because he doesn't want to hurt you, and so much more. Jasper doesn't expect you to return anything, not even your affections since he understands he needs to earn it, but you attempting to escape is almost like you were dismissing all of his efforts in one go or even worse, you didn't give a shit about them in the first place and that was what probably hurted him the most. Jasper will probably get stricter with you after that. He had tried to be fair and tried to respect your space before and to be quite honest, he is the yandere who gives the most freedom to you after Carlisle. His only rule was for you to not leave him. But you had to break the rule and now, you'll pay for the consequences.
ESME CULLEN aka THE LOVER
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Esme has the same reaction as Jasper. She's hurt but she is also confused as well. Esme is really patient and she understands that you needed time and space to adjust living in her house, your new and sudden home that was completely foreign to you, and she's trying hard to get you adjusted and be as comfortable as possible. Like Jasper, she's doing everything she can for your comfort but unlike Jasper, she expects your acceptance in return. It's not as if she is expecting it in a cruel type of way with the mindset that she's doing something for you, so you should do something for her. No, Esme is nothing like that. However, Esme made sure she was doing everything right and she expected for your relationship with her to go more smoothly, not for you to suddenly escape. Your failed escape made her think she did something wrong, but she's confused because she had done everything right so far. Esme never forced you to return your affections, she wanted to slowly earn it, which is why after your failed escape, she had a talk with you and asked you why you tried to leave. Esme knows that she's flawed but she wants to improve herself and do everything she can to fix the problem but in no world would she ever let you go.
EMMETT CULLEN aka THE JOKER
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Emmett is silent. He was so fucking silent that it actually scared you more than if he got angry at you and he had never gotten angry at you either but it's probably much better than the silent treatment you're getting. No teasings or even some bad jokes. Heck, not even his cheesy pick up lines. Emmett still takes care of you and spend time with you during his silent treatment though. He still cooks meals for you and cuddles with you while watching a horror movie, which is actually his favourite activity to do with you, but he still didn't say a single word. And it was starting to get to you as well. You had no one else besides Emmett in the house, sometimes his "siblings" would visit, but they don't talk much with you and you were beginning to slowly grow insane from the lack of conversations. It didn't matter how long it took but after some time, you broke down and begged for Emmett to speak to you because if the silent treatment continued on, you were sure you would go completely insane. Emmett was surprised when you begged him but he was pleased as well. He was silent all this time in order to make him more tolerable to you, but Emmett also knew that he would eventually break you and hoped it would be enough to get you to want to talk to him.
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aquanova99 · 3 months
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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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littlespace-imagines · 9 months
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hey 😁🩷 can you do rosalie hale taking care of a little girl? thank you 🌹🪷🙏🌈🌻
Cg!Rosalie Hale x Little!Fem!Reader
Contains: CG/L, reader has Fem pronouns, fluff, Littlespace, honorifics (Momma) used
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Rosalie would absolutely adore being a CG and having someone to spoil and love.
Your favorite little store has released new gear? Mommas got you.
You want your hair done? Don’t even have to ask she’s already braiding your hair and pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.
I think the would make you your own space in the garage to play while she works on cars, if you ask her to show you she will gladly explain it for you.
Insists on you taking naps and sets timers so you eat on time, she is very on top of taking care of you.
Rosalie is a strict caregiver but her punishments are very calm, preferring time outs and discussions to more extreme measures
Loves showering you in gifts and new little gear.
Carries pacis and fidget toys for you.
Rosalie will also love to carry you around, humming little songs she’s made up as she hold you tight against you, letting you fall asleep in her arms.
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multifixwritings · 11 days
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Note: I hope this okay. This was a pretty vague request, so I tried some HCs/Preferences—I still have trouble distinguishing the difference—about how she would be in general. Also, thank you so much for my first request—and for making it for Rosalie. I love her so much and would love to write for her more.
Rosalie would absolutely love your hair.
She prefers blonde hair, as she has always loved her own shade, but she adores red hair. The way it shines in certain lighting or under the sun is stunning to her. She would probably dye her own hair red if she wasn’t so vain about her natural beauty—plus, she isn’t sure how the chemicals would react or if she would ever be able to go back to her own color due to her vampirism.
Playing with your hair would be one of her favorite pastimes.
Rosalie enjoys the way it feels against her skin. Natural red hair tends to have a different texture and is typically coarser and frizzier. While she would enjoy this, she would also find it calming to work it out to be smoother and silkier, if that’s what you would ask her to do. But it wouldn’t matter whether it was natural or dyed—she’d still admire and love it all the same and could spend hours just playing with it if you let her.
Playing with your hair would actually help her relieve some of any stress or anger she was feeling in the moment. There is just something soothing in the way the strands would glide between her fingers. She would also twist and tug your hair as she imagines various styles that would suit you.
She would help pick out outfits that make the color pop.
Much like Alice, Rosalie has a keen eye for fashion. She could spend hours picking out clothes to make your hair stand out—as well as your eyes and complexion. Not to mention the hair accessories she would buy for you if you were into them. Alice would volunteer her help when Rosalie shops either for or with you because those girls know what would look best.
Rosalie wouldn’t stand for any names or insults thrown your way.
She would hear all the redhead jokes people would make and would come to your defense if she saw it upset you in any way. The one about gingers not having souls would bother her more than some of the others. If she knows it’s not something that gets to you, or if it was a friendly jab from people close to you, then she probably wouldn’t say anything. She might mention some of the concerns to you in private but wouldn’t request your friends stop unless you weren’t okay with them saying it.
Her family would definitely have a couple jokes and nicknames themselves, but she knows they would never push it to the point of upsetting you.
Rosalie would support you if you wanted to change your hair color.
While she absolutely adores your red hair, Rosalie would not stop you from dying it if that is what you wanted to do. She just wants you to be happy. She’ll even dye it herself. Rosalie would just keep reminding you she loves you for you and thinks you—and your hair—are perfect how you are.
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busycucumbermelon · 1 year
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❤️‍🔥 Our coven mate ❤️‍🔥
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Pairing: Cullens x Black!Reader
Summary The Cullens move to Pennsylvania, and find out they have another addition to their family, but they’re not sure how she’ll take it 
After a while of Renesmee, learning that Pennsylvania is “where vampires originated”she’s been begging for them all to move there of course with a furry, companion.after a month or so of considering, complaining and convincing, in the end they given in and moved to Pennsylvania jake wasn’t all too Happy about the move, but went along with it for Renesmee.
The Cullens one for another glass house look sense Esme loved the look so much one of the reasons they were unsure if they wanted to move to Pennsylvania all the couples having their own respective cabins and staying in the woods, it wasn’t that different from Forks just didn’t feel as homey 
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You kissed your little sisters and little brother goodbye before heading off to work with your twin brother 
“yo sis did you hear, seems we have a few new transfer students? I think Cullens is their last name apparently it’s a couple that adopted a bunch of foster kids seems pretty sick of you ask me.” your brother started some playful banter on the way to the restaurant you work at 
“Well, that’s really nice of them.” You mumble turning down the music a bit “so how many of them are there? Are they all related?” You lean back in your chair more, trying to relax before your long shift starts
“no they’re not all related two of them are twins like us I think their last name is hale ones is Swan and the rest of them are Collins oh, and they’re all in relationships, which is kind of weird if you didn’t know that they don’t have the same last name” he leaned back a bit in his chair, slowing down a bit so you don’t make it to the restaurant too fast not ready to clock in yet
“and tell me dear Brother how do you know so much about them if they haven’t even been in town for a week” you were starting to grow a bit suspicious of your brothers behavior, and how much he knew about them. Sure it was abnormal for new people to come in town, but they had just been there for a week no way to know that much. right?
“Well, their adopted father is a doctor and he works at the hospital. I went in the other day for Sarah and Melanies, cancer treatment? Yeah, he’s really nice gave us the whole rundown …..because I was interrogating him.”you turned him, giving him a  bewildered luck “no you didn’t. He’s new in town! now he thinks we’re weirdos, God I have to go in there tomorrow with Sarah and Melanie ,why did you do that?!”
“oh well, no time to fret we’re here.”your brother chirped out fast, pulling into the back parking lot mostly used for employees
“Just because we’re clocking into work, doesn’t mean we can’t talk about this.”You give your brother a wary look as you step out of the car. Your brother doing the same, locking the doors behind him.
the minute, the both of you step in to work one of your coworkers come up to you “OK y/n clock in and then you have a table they’re new in town so be extra nice you know the drill, and scar then you’re cooking tonight make sure to make everything as best you can”you both look at each other, knowing today was going to be much longer than expected “i’m right on it” your brother mumbles, pulling up his hair and putting on an apron, you in clock for both of you, and put on your own apron, tie your hair into a loose ponytail and step outside to serve your first table 
You walk out and immediately notice which table is yours it’s a couple in all black the wife is wearing a beautiful black dress with a slit up the side and a low v line with 4 inch heels on. her elbows are on the table her fingers interlocked with her husband’s considering the rings, both of their hands are interlocked he’s wearing all black just like his wife clearly an expensive dress shirt, shoes, belt, and pants, all clearly expensive the blonde hairand pale white skin, just like his wife’s slightly contrasting with their all black outfits. They look like if they had to pull their eyes away from each other, it would cause physical pain. deep in conversation by the look of it,it hurts looking at them. They look like the perfect parents some thing you never got to have and you know you never would you take a deep breath pushing all the thoughts to the back of your mind and just remind yourself this is a 12 hour shift there first table by the end of this you’re gonna want to claw everyone’s eyes out.you walk to the table, put on your normal fake smile and going with normal routine
“my name is y/n and I will be your waitress for the night. i’m so sorry for the wait were short staffed.” Oh great now it looks like they’re eyes couldn’t be pulled off your form, even if they were tortured to.  you could tell they were eyeing you up and down since they weren’t being very subtle about it.the wife is the first to snap out of it
“Oh, that’s no problem, dear we understand”she glanced at her husband and gave his hand a small squeeze, just so he’d pull his eyes away From you. Clearly seeing that you were slightly distressed by the unblinking stare,
“well, what can I get you for drinks tonight?” “Umm I’ll have a water and a bloody Mary. dear” “and you, sir?” “a water please love” for some reason you could feel your cheeks starting to burn a little many of your customers called you dear and love and other such nicknames but for some reason it felt different when they said it, although you didn’t even know them “i’ll go get those and give you some time with the menus” they both nod and give you a small hmh, giving you the go ahead to get their drinks 
You walked back into the kitchen conversation with your brother about how in love they are, and their strange behaviors as you make their drinks.
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Esme’s Body Tencent immediately wanting to follow you, unhappy you were so far away from her.
“Carlisle?…”
his eyes were still staring at the door to the kitchen “Esme do you think?…” “I’ll have to ask Alice when we get home for now. Will try our best to control ourselves. All right, baby?” 
Esme and Carlisle ended up talking in a foreign language simply throwing back-and-forth thoughts of places they could bring you and languages. You could learn how fast do learn them. would you help Esme cook? Did you have any other family besides your brother in the kitchen with you? Would you enjoy her cooking? would your family enjoy her cooking? would you try to help her teacher Renesme? Would you treat Renesmee as if she was one of your little siblings?
would you help Carlisle unwind after work? Would you be a worried overprotective sister like your brother? Would you comfort your siblings if they had any fears with the treatments? Would they only want you to comfort them?did you go out of your way to help your family? Would you go out of your way to help them? What if the tasks were Some thing that could be dangerous for you, would you help even with small tasks? One thing they knew for sure though was whatever you would do and how ever you would behave. It would be absolutely perfect 
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When Carlisle and Esme come home Emmett was the first to greet them, sitting at the dining table legs kicked up onto the table reading a magazine Well Alice did Rosa‘s hair next to him. “so how was your anniversary dinner?” Alice chirped up
“good, do you think you could look in the future for a girl name y/n” alice gave her adopted parents a weird look before her eyes went unfocused.
“so who is this y/n?” Rose was clearly unhappy about they’re request to Alice 
“she was our waitress”Carlisle said for his wife
“And?” Emmett had a feeling to what they were suggesting
“Carlisle what if everyone felt like they were mate it to one person? what would that make that person?” Alice blurted it out rather fast clearly nerved up by her vision
Jasper walked down from upstairs pulling alice close to him Clearly interested in, what Carlisle answer would be “a coven mate Alice” “don’t tell me your waitress is our coven mate” Rosalie glared at Carlisle and esme “she is”
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Carlisle and Esme left their room, Alice finished Rosalie’s hair Emmett and Rosalie went to their cabin Jasper and Alice doing the same 
Truthfully, Jasper and Alice were excited to have a coven mate, maybe not about the sharing part but just from Alice’s vision, she could tell that you were amazing, and you’re going to be a perfect mate. Jasper was going to love you she just knew it,
Jasper was a bit nervous, especially if you were  mate it to him, his need to have your blood would absolutely double, and he almost killed Bella because of a paper cut. this is going to be hard he wouldn’t be able to breathe around you.
Which meant he couldn’t talk around you, you might not like him,or think he’s creepy if he doesn’t talk, or what if you just didn’t like him altogether
“Jasper don’t worry she’s gonna love you”Alice could tell that Jasper was nervous
“what can you tell me about her is there anything about me that she’ll just like or I should do more around her?”
Alice’s eyes go unfocused for a few minutes before focusing again “well she likes your hair, your accent, hell that’s something we share.” Linking their arms together “she likes my bubbly, personality, my sense of style clearly, has good taste .oh, she likes when you turn your chair around and sit in it. You have history class with her. She tends to fall asleep then, so take notes for her.” “Why does she fall asleep which period is that?” Jasper was clearly worried. are you not taking care of yourself?
“it’s first period she usually works long night shifts with her brother, so that’s why she’s so tired she has two little sisters, Sarah and Melanie, and a little brother named Carter and a twin Devine but he usually just goes by scar y/n is the only one that calls him Devine and she pronounces the same way French would say guess it” Alice, giddily informed Jasper of your family 
“close?” “mhmmm sadly, Sarah has a very weak immune system, and Melanie has cancer they go to the hospital together every Wednesday and Thursday just to check up on the health of them oh and their Carlisle’s patients now” Jasper stops, giving alice a serious look very different from his usually overly, and loved one. Jasper shuts the door behind him, finally in their cabin ”what is it?”
“How….. how does she feel about? everyone,not just us? And her family…”
“well first,” Alice’s eyes go unfocused once, and then twice she looks positively annoyed and frustrated “what darling?” jasper mumbles, holding Alice by the waist head in the crook of her neck 
“I can’t see anything?!….” She tries one more time nothing she can’t see her little mate’s future, her can’t even see she little mate at work…. It takes everything in her not to immediately go to your restaurant
It’s fine tomorrow she’ll make sure she can see you in person and that you’re perfectly fine. Not a Scratch on your body and if there is well, there’s always time to get rid whom ever hurt you whoever hurt there a little mate 
should I do part 2?

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axailslink · 10 months
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Love Someone Else
꧁༒☬𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝕺𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 𝖝 𝕱𝕰𝕸 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗☬༒꧂
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Summary: The death of your husband brings you to Rosalie to remind her of what was once and what could possibly still be if given the chance.
╰•★★ 𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓬: ★★•╯
“ "you haven't been this dressed up since the funeral Y/n please don't tell me this is all for me?" Stuck between the kiss her soft voice and warm hands you don't know how to respond but it's not as if she was looking for one. ”
I ain't saying smut but I ain't saying fluff either
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Rosalie stares at the plate in your hand for only a moment before quickly inviting you in from the dark and chillness of the night. "What brings you at this hour Mrs. Y/l/n?" You place the dish on the table and smile before you ask her a daring question that you know she doesn't know the answer to "why do I not love him?" Rose hesitates to move and to answer "I'm sorry?" "I do not love him. Surely I mourn for him and get upset because he's no longer around but I didn't like anything about him. Rose did you like the touch of your husband?" Rosalie gently takes your coat from you and hangs it up "of course but he was dead before we made it anywhere close to the altar you know." You had forgotten Rose never married she had plans to but due to the murder of her fianceé she never did. "I'm sorry" Rose accepts your apology with a nod "it's fine it was... A long time ago. I hate to give you this advice but it's easier to move on. To love someone else." You shake your head watching Rosalie walk away from you "Rose do you remember when we were school girls?" her face lights up at the reminder "that depends babies or fresh out the pack of lites?" You smile shakily as you answer "when we were teenagers you nineteen me just turning eighte-" "Y/n" "we were learning about our bodies and you touched m-" "Y/n!" You want to stop out of respect for her but you can't "Rose please why did you do it? Why'd you confuse me?" Rosalie sits on the couch "I didn't mean to Y/n if I had known you hadn't thought of me in that way I would have never let my hand slide underneath your gown that night. I asked multiple times if you wanted me to stop you never said no never shook your head. So I'm sorry you cannot fault me because you are unsure of what your body wants." She's right you're confused when it comes to what your body wants but you're well aware of what your mind wants. "Rosalie" "what Y/n?" You grab her hand and pull her to you planting a soft kiss on her lips "we didn't do that. That night. You lips grazed mine multiple times as I... neither of us has the confidence to kiss. Now I do." Rosalie closes her eyes before deciding on her next move. "Leave" her words hurt but that's an appropriate response so you turn on your heel and grab your coat but before you can touch the door she sighs "why couldn't you have realized all of this when we were younger? You never loved that man you threw yourself into loving him because you knew you loved me."
"I was scared, Rose. I was so fucking scared" Rosalie sighs and kicks off her heels before approaching you and grabbing you by your face making you lean in and she kisses you a lot better than you did her moments ago. Rosalie first pecks your parted lips before slipping her tongue in your mouth and sucking on yours. Her hands roam your body dragging your dress up your thighs now that she's close it's kind of short "you haven't been this dressed up since the funeral Y/n please don't tell me this is all for me?" Stuck between the kiss her soft voice and warm hands you don't know how to respond but it's not as if she was looking for one. "Rose" Rosalie looks at you with fear of you telling her to stop "do you want me to stop?" It's like a repeat of that night everything seems the exact same her question, those full eyes, and her hands movements but this time you're sure. "No it's just you've been focusing on everything but..." You hesitate with your words but Rose knows she drops to her knees with a hard thump you're sure she's scratched but she doesn't seem worried about it as she pushes you against the front door and guides your gown up your body but she stops seeing the all too familiar night gown draped underneath. "You're wearing the same one" you nod Rosalie gets up immediately turning you around and unzipping the day gown letting it fall around your feet and revealing the white buttoned gown beneath. "So what is this? To tease me or remind me?" You don't know how to reply or what to say "because if this is a reminder trust I can do so much more than you experienced that night."
Her hands glide beneath your gown crawling up your skin as she kisses your inner thighs uncomfortable with your current position you prop one of your legs upon her shoulder immediately pulling her in the gown's draped over her head. You're not sure what to expect first you can't see her frowning face when she's thinking you're not sure what she's going to do next. Her tongue glides against your already wet folds and you're weak you can feel the smile on her face seeing your body's reaction. She grabs hold of the propped leg as she toys with your clit sucking and nibbling doing the complete opposite of neglecting but giving it all of her attention her hands no longer wander your skin or touch anything else for that matter Rosalie's other hand is tucked in her lap. Mumbles of her name are heard rolling off your lips as your body shakes only motivating her to continue. You push her head away from it being too much but she continues now sliding her thumb across your slit letting it get soaked in your juices which are coming down your leg. She gently pushes her thumb against your slit letting it breach that barrier just a little bit to tease you. "Rose for fucks sake" Rose laughs and kisses your clit as she finally breaches the barrier fully gently fucking you with that one finger but seeing as it does nothing to stop the aching building in your lower stomach she switches to her pointer finger and middle finger gently fucking that pretty soaked pussy of yours. The curl of her fingers almost brings you sliding down the door but that hand on your thigh gently taps you "uh-uh stand up" you want to cry she's asking for too much right now your body is throbbing around just those two fingers and she needs you to stand up after she's toyed with you and tired you out. You want to bring this climax to an end so you rut against her fingers you can't see Rosalie but she smiles almost proud of you "awn why are you rushing I thought you wanted this?" You pull the gown up and Rosalie smiles at you "yes baby?" You feel her fingers start to come to a slow place and you want to get up and walk off "no no no no please baby let m-" "no."
"No?"
"No."
"What the fu-" Rosalie pulls her fingers from you and stuffs them in your mouth silencing you immediately. "Do you still taste as good?" You nod and Rose slowly removes her fingers watching as a trail of saliva leaves your mouth too "lemme see" Rosalie licks into your open mouth and you smile. "Go home" you spare her a confused glance "and come back with your things tomorrow I'll have a drawer ready and my closet cleared. I wouldn't dare let you have such a beautiful release right here against this door like some street walker you deserve a bed. You'll get that tomorrow." Rosalie grabs your coat from your balled fist that you truthfully forgot you were holding and carefully pulls it over your night gown she pecks your cheek and opens the door. Rosalie watches you leave thinking about you wearing nothing but a night gown under that pretty black coat of yours as she picks up the day gown and folds it.
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A/n: leaving y'all with another quick fic before I go to basic. Enjoy some Rosalie angst and smut. Unedited of course.
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salty0cracker · 4 months
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How would Rosalie react to her human mate spending the night & they get their period?
Honestly I feel that Rosalie would be very help full. She wouldn't stress or freak out, she would get you what you needed. She would run to the store if you needed pads or tampons. Want any snacks? She s getting them. If you are having bad cramps she would cuddle you and take care of you. If you bleed on the sheets she doesn't care. She was once human and knows how it feels. She is also really attentive.
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arin-swear-rose · 2 years
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✨TWILIGHT✨ in a nutshell…
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Disco tampon fights dog with issues over walking crippling anxiety. Crippling anxiety doesn’t like dog with issues, but doesn’t wanna hurt dog with issues. So she hops between the two, but makes it clear, she likes the disco tampon. Crippled anxiety then finds out disco tampon, is in fact, a disco tampon! She’s like “ooh, so pretty! So cool! I wanna date you even more.”
Crippling anxiety meets disco tampon’s family, and expensive girl is like “WE BEST FRIENDS” while her boyfriend, blood constipation, can’t be around her cause he wants to do want tampons do and suck da blood.
Moody booty CanNOT stand crippling anxiety, and wants her to go away. (Same bestie, it’s tiring) Anyway! Moody Booty’s boyfriend, Gorilla Man is a lovable dumbass.
They adoptive parents, Dr. steal yo wife and Ms. I just met you but I claim you as my kid Are loving! Crippling anxiety is a dumbass and follows tracker the tractor and almost become a disco tampon.
Disco tampon family leave crippling anxiety behind and she becomes crippling depression. She almost dies, but expensive girl is like “NO! HELP ME SAVE DISCO TAMPON!”
They then go to ?Italy? and crippling depression saves disco tampon, gets threatened by Rat-man and his premium disco tampons, and becomes crippling anxiety again.
Crippling anxiety leaves dog with issues for disco tampon and they get married. THEN! CRIPPLING ANXIETY GETS HORNY AND CREATES FAKE DOLL BABY!
Crippling anxiety become a disco tampon; dog with issues imprints on doll baby, becomes alpha, and has his baby pack. Rat-man and his team of premium disco tampons wanna kill doll baby cause she a child who don’t age. But the original disco tampons are like “fuck you!”
And they fight, with the help of wannabe werewolves. Blood constipation dies, Dr. Steal yo wife dies, Rat-man and his team of premium disco tampons die, and a bunch of other disco tampons die. Including the wannabe werewolves!
But then it turns out that it was a vision 👀 expensive girl had, which would happen if Rat-man tried to kill doll baby.
Bonus: Crippling anxiety became crippling anger and tried to kill dog with issues because he imprinted on doll baby. She ended up hurting tiny cutie. But tiny cutie was like “it’s ok” and they mended that real quick…
and every Caucasian in that movie had a big ass forehead
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Golden Hour : Rosalie Hale~
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"She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you shine. You slow down time in your golden hour."
Summary: By the young age of twenty years old, Grayson Cly had been through his fair share of trauma. Trauma that had left him a single father. Trauma that only grew more complicated when he joined his cousin Sam Uley as a shape shifting wolf. But, what happens when he imprints on the one thing he was born to protect the world from? Can he stick to his instincts when it comes to that protection, or will the persistence of that imprint derail his life even more?
Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, violence, general angst, slow burn
Words: 1.2k
A/N: Not sure how many parts this will be but yahhhh. Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz. Lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list thnx.
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Grayson had always been mature for his age, taking every shocking thing that came his way with stride. So, when his girlfriend, Evelyn, of three years became pregnant with his child the beginning of their senior year, he promised himself he would be a better father than his had been for him. A father that their child deserved. His life had of course grown more complicated given the baby that grew more and more day by day, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Of course he was terrified. Terrified of not being enough, terrified of what this meant for not only his future, but Evelyn’s as well. That didn’t stop him from being excited at the end of the day. Deep down, he knew that this was what he was made for, the instinct of being a parent seemingly being born inside of him. So, when the day came that the contractions started, he had felt as prepared as possible, despite the butterflies filling his stomach. He had held her hand throughout the entire labor, her squeezing so hard that he was sure she would end up braking something. 
The cry of his son as he entered the world made him the happiest he had ever been in his life. And then everything else shattered around him. Everything was seemingly fine, until the bleeding wouldn’t stop. So much blood. Something was horribly wrong, that much was obvious, and the panic began to set in. There was nothing he could do, but sit back and pray to whatever god there was that the doctor would be able to save her. In the end, his prayers weren’t enough, and what had been the happiest day of his life had quickly also become the worst. 
So as he sat there, on the plush worn out cushions of his mother’s couch, just days after loosing the love of his life, he stared into the beautiful eyes of his child. The same eyes that he had gotten from his mother, and he allowed himself to feel the pain of her loss. The pain that left a gaping hole in his chest. Tears pricked at his eyes as he attempted to blink them away, but if there was one thing that he knew now to be true of grief is that it demanded to be felt. 
Despite the help his mother had been giving him in his time of need, the same mother who had raised him single handedly, he felt utterly alone in that moment. His heart ached so badly his whole body was sore as he realized that the beautiful child in his arms would never know just how wonderful his own mother had been. He would never feel the warmth of his mothers embrace, never feel the touch of her kiss on his forehead, and the thought sent his brimming tears over the edge. 
The big blue eyes of his son blinked up at him curiously as he eyed his father. Footsteps trailed into the room, a soft hand landing on his shoulder, flinching back as she felt the heat radiating off of his skin. “Why don’t you get some fresh air, Gray? You seem a little overheated.” She suggested, concern coating her voice as she gently took the baby from his arms, ushering him towards the back door. 
Grayson nodded, sniffling slightly as he moved forward, attempting to wipe the tears away as he pushed his body numbly to the door. A cool summer breeze blew through his hair as he shut the door behind himself, sucking in a shaky breath. The grief stabbed him in the chest, finally having been by himself long enough to feel all of the emotions he had been bottling up since her death. How was he expected to do this alone? Why her? She didn’t deserve to die, why was this world so cruel as to take her away from him?
An agonizing sob left his lips, the memory of her smile running through his mind.  A smile he would only ever see again on their son. Sudden anger flooded his heart, anger at whoever had taken the woman he had loved so dearly. Red hot pain seared through every inch of his being as something ripped inside of him. Fire raced across his skin, muscles tearing and growing back together all at once in a moment in time. Seconds morphed into hours of unbearable obliterating pain, before, almost like nothing happened at all, the pain vanished. It had taken a moment to realize anything had actually changed as his eyes trailed down to the ground that was occupied by a very large pair of paws nestled in the tall grass surrounding him, the white fur a stark contrast in the dark green landscape. The anger he had felt just moments ago vanished as it was quickly replaced by shock. 
“Don’t panic.” A voice rung through his mind. A voice he recognized. His eyes shot up to the large black wolf in front of him, knowing almost instantly who the figure was. Memories of the Quileute legends rushed through his mind as he realized that despite having learned the stories himself, the memories had been coming from the other wolf, seeing himself as a child within those memories. 
Suddenly everything was clear. It was all real, everything, and Sam was right there in front of him, explaining it all. They had grown up together, cousins on his mother’s side, spending hours upon hours together as children, so when the words had come from him, it had fairly quickly calmed the panic that had previously held a tight grip on his chest. 
So much had changed in so little time, it was almost as if he had reached his peek. So many emotions had been filling his heart in the past weeks that hearing that the legends were not only real, but included him didn’t set his world on its’ side like it should have. Vampires were real and the fact should have terrified him, but instead, knowing it gave him a sense of purpose. It was his job now to protect his child from the cold blooded monsters and he would be damned if he didn’t put every ounce of effort into doing so. 
As the months went on, the pack grew, along with the danger of the blood suckers around them. His newly found brothers created the strongly knit support system that he needed to cope through Evelyn’s death, and even though he knew he would never truly get over the loss that had left a gaping hole in his heart, he would try his best to be okay. To be the father that his son needed. To be the protection that he needed from the evil in this world, because there was no way in hell that he would ever let anything harm him.
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Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: graphic depictions of death, implied/referenced SA
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: tried my best to write the pain and turmoil Rosalie might have felt during such a horrendous moment. I feel like her backstory is so overlooked in the story and, for me, it's one of the most tragic. I hope I do her justice with this and the coming chapters. Also, I want to say 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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Rosalie Hale should have been protected. That much she knew to be true. She should have been able to revel in a perfect life. A perfect house, perfect children, a perfect husband, all complements to her being a perfect wife. 
Everything should have been perfect because she already was. 
But there was something about a perfect thing that she did not know until it was too late. Whenever it was scrutinized, the cracks started to appear. The paint that was used to make everything seamless was bulky and uneven. Nothing was perfect. Nothing could even come close. 
Still, it had been far too late to see all the flaws of what was supposed to be her perfect life. 
Everything had happened to her so quickly. Her courtship to Royce King the Second, to their engagement, to the date of the wedding. It was the thing of fairytales. Or at least, that was what she had thought –what she had been raised to believe. The perfect prince to the beautiful princess. 
His façade was impeccable. He did the right things, said the right things; he played the part well. Too well. It made it easy for Royce to hide his faults. Because they didn’t exist to the naked eye. His lingering eye was only witnessed by the women he would make uncomfortable, but they would never speak of it. His drunkenness was reserved for the late hours of the night, in the company of his closest friends. His blatant disregard for Rosalie was only spoken of in whispers, spilling into the ears of his most trusted confidantes. He did not have to worry about anyone else knowing just how execrable he actually was. 
The fact that he was marrying the Rosalie Hale was enough to allow his behavior. She was a testament to the fact that he could have anything he wanted without having to work too hard at it. All it took to reel her in were a few words and flowers, some public outings and he had her trapped in his spell. 
At that point, she didn’t know it. That the love he seemed to have for her was only his part to play. How could she? Royce King was her ticket to everything she had ever worked toward. He was the trophy for the part she had to play. It didn’t matter that she was not in love with him, she loved everything he could give her. She didn’t mind feeling like an empty shell of a human if it looked like she had everything. She knew it was vain and shallow, but it was what she had been molded to be. 
What she never thought was that the same person she believed would grant her every dream would be the very reason it was taken away. Ripped and taken from her without another thought. 
The day had started well enough for her. With her wedding only a week away, her head could only be preoccupied with the final details of the event and everything that would come after. Even as she spent the night with Vera, her best friend, watching as her husband loved her and her son grew beautifully, Rosalie could only think of when it would be her own child reaching their arms up to be carried. She would have the life she wanted because that was what she was promised. 
But the night was harsh and unforgiving. In hindsight, she would have taken that as a warning. The cold truth was slapping her in the face long before real hands had. When she was yelled at by Royce on the empty street, she should have turned around. She should have listened to the trembling in her limbs as he treated her as nothing more than a prize he had won. She should have ran and kept running. 
But his grasp around her was tight, bruising. He grabbed her like she was his possession, as though her body had never belonged to her. And he wanted to show her off because she did, she belonged to him. 
She remembered trying to fight. Whatever happened next, she could hold on to the fact that she had tried to fight. Even if it had been to no avail. No amount of strength could have been enough to protect her, at least not of any she knew. 
Then, she remembered how frozen she had felt. Not because of the cold in the weather, but because her limbs had gone stiff. Royce and his friend were drinking in her pain, rejoicing in her screams. She couldn’t give them that. So, she froze. Rosalie allowed them to take everything from her but the fact that she was in so much pain. 
They took her clothes, they took her will, they took her beauty, they took her body. They took and took until there was nothing left to give. They even believed they had taken her life. But something inside her was holding on. Something she cried would just let it all end. There was nothing left for her to hold on to, Rosalie just wanted the nightmare to end since her dream definitely had. 
Rosalie could have sworn that she had spent hours on that dimly lit street begging for death to take her in its arms and whisk her away. She didn’t want to be cold, she didn’t want to be in pain. She no longer wanted to be. All she could do was wait until it all stopped. 
Instead of the impending doom of death, she had been carried away by someone she couldn’t identify at first. At first, she believed it was the Angel of Death crossing her to the afterlife. The speed at which they were traveling felt as much. But soon she was being laid on a bed, where she was bitten on every inch of her body and it made her wish she was back to the pain from before. At least that was bearable until death came. This kind of ache ran across her entire body, freezing her veins and adjusting every fiber of her being. It was overwhelming enough that she could smell… sage? Maybe even moringa and rosemary. Possibly even a hint of ginger. 
Rosalie wanted to laugh at that realization, not that her body allowed her to. She wanted to chuckle at the mere fact that her brain had decided to trick her with the smells of herbs as she went through the worst agony of her life. But she had to admit, it had eased her slightly. And she wished she had perceived those very smells until the change happened. 
She also wished for the longest time that Carlisle had never saved her. What he did felt more like pity rather than a moment of salvation –she did not want to be saved. When he took her in his arms she wasn’t thankful, she was tired. If she’d had the ability to speak, she would have begged him to end it. Rosalie would have used every last breath she had to beacon death quicker than it was coming. 
Instead, he saved her in the worst way possible. He submitted her to a life where she would never have anything she desired. She would have her beauty, and she would have a sort of family, but she would never have something that was truly hers.  But nothing that was hers. Nothing that was just hers. 
At least there was one thing that the imposed immortality had brought her. She was strong. Stronger than all those men the night before. She could feel it. The solidness of her skin, the strain in her muscles, the itching in her limbs for speed. It was supernatural strength. An unlimited source of unimaginable power. 
A vampire. That was what they had told her she was now and she knew it was the truth. The burning in her throat yearned for only one thing and none of the people in the room she had woken in had it running through their veins. She craved the crimson liquid as though it was the sweetest nectar in the world and it was the only thing to satiate the deep void in her stomach. 
But that hunger was nothing compared to the appetite she had for revenge. For the craving she had developed to have the same men that had made her tremble in her sacred body to quiver in theirs. She wanted them to beg her for their lives, to know what it feels for their lives to be in the hands of someone that could not give two shits about them. She wanted them to plead until their voices were hoarse. Until they were so scared that she could hear their skeletons rattle inside their bodies. She wanted them to pray to their god for their lives and then she would take them with her own hands. Her eyes would watch as their souls left their bodies, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. 
She could have answered Carlisle Cullen at that moment. When he had asked her if she wanted to join their family, she knew the answer was yes. Not because they were the perfect choice, but because it was the only one she had. Rosalie didn’t want to be alone and the Cullens were offering her companionship. She would say yes, eventually. First, she had something to do. So, she asked them for a couple of days to set her head in order.
Rosalie waited until the sun had set and dressed up for the occasion. She styled herself in perfect curls and demure makeup. She was dressed in tailored clothes and high heels. At the end of the day, she was still Rosalie Hale and those men would know exactly who it was that would take their lives. 
The first two were easy to find. Buck and Andre Hubert, brothers that still lived under the same roof. With her newfound strength and speed, she slipped into their house without making a single sound. One thing she knew was every party and social appearance the rich people of Rochester, New York had to attend. She knew who would be where and when. And it just so happened that Mr. and Mrs. Hubert would be out all night. 
She wanted to go play with their minds first. Start building that nest of fear deep in their chest as they had done to her. To laugh as they questioned if they were losing their minds. 
The brothers were in the drawing room. Maybe reading, maybe drinking. Definitely drinking. It made her smile. Her legs took her to the table in their foyer, slamming a vase she had admired for years against the wall. 
“Who goes there?” Buck called out from the room to be met with the crackling of the fireplace in response. “I’ll let you know that I have a gun.”  
Rosalie remained quiet, instead making noise by slamming a framed picture of the brothers to the floor. She stared as the frame splintered around her and the glass bounced off her impenetrable skin. Bring your gun, she wanted to say, there’s nothing you can do to hurt me now. 
But she kept her silence. She wanted to draw both of them out, not just their guns. Their bodies would be the first warming call to the other three men. So, she broke more things, until the room was filled with splintered wood, glass, and roses. How she detested roses now. 
“What the fuck is going on, Buck?” Andre said, his voice shaking slightly. “Who’s there?”  
“I don’t know, man,” he sighed in frustration. “I’ll go check.” 
No. It had to be both of them. She called out, “Why don’t you both come to check?” 
“No way,” she heard one of them whisper, not really caring which one. 
They walked out slowly, each sporting a rifle in their arms. They stood tall, their eyes trained on hers, trying to appear courageous. But she knew they weren’t. She could hear their hearts racing, she could see the beads of sweat forming on their forehead, she could smell their desperation. 
“Rosalie Hale,” Buck said. “What are you doing here?”  
“Surprised to see me, boys?” She smiled sweetly and she could see the way it made them shiver. “I just thought I would pay you a visit after last night. You left without so much as a goodbye.”  
 “No, but you… you were…” Andre stammered. He was so young and it showed. His brother towered over him and he was shaking in inexperience. 
“What’s wrong, Andre?” she feigned worry. She had also been so young and they had not cared. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”  
“You died last night,” Buck interjected in big brother fashion. “We left you on the street and you were dead.” 
“Correct!” Rosalie clapped in fake excitement. “You did leave me on the street, but I wasn’t dead. No. I suffered for hours waiting to die. But alas, death arrived in a different way.” 
She took steps toward them, closing the distance of the large entryway. Her movement made Buck fire his gun, the bullet flying right by her ear. It was so close she could hear the whistle of the shot as it passed her. 
“Careful, Buck,” she reprimanded. “You can’t kill something that’s already dead.”  
“W-what?” 
“I know, it’s practically unbelievable,” she chuckled. “Death becomes me, doesn’t it?”  
Rosalie was so close now that it would only take four steps for her to be nose-to-nose with them. Her appearance was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open front door, every feature now unmistakable to the men in front of her. 
As they looked into her eyes, they couldn’t help the scream that bubbled from their throats. It was at that moment that they knew their guns would be useless against the intruder. She was definitely not human anymore. 
Buck shot at her stomach, watching in astonishment as the bullets ricocheted against her rather than fly through her. On the other hand, Andre decided to take off in a run. Rosalie could only laugh. Her beautiful voice made their veins run cold, fear grasping them by the throats. 
The blonde took Buck’s gun in her hand, bending the barrel until no more bullets could move through, and grabbed him by his throat, walking toward Andre. She dragged the man's body with one hand, smiling as he tried to claw free, twisting and turning in her grasp. In a couple of seconds, she was behind the younger Hubert. With the damaged gun, she shattered his right leg, smiling as he yelled in pain. 
“Please, please,” Andre cried. Tears and snot mixed on his face, the mask of pure desperation sliding onto him. “Just let us go. We’re sorry, Rosalie. We were just having some fun. It should have never gotten to that point.” 
“Oh, then, please. Tell me when I was having fun?”  Rosalie said. She had dropped both brothers on the floor, one right next to the other, kneeling. “Was it when I begged you all to stop? Was it when my body had been assaulted to the point where I could not even move a finger? Or maybe it was when you were telling Royce he had to start looking for a new wife since I was dead? I would love to know what was fun about any of that.”  
“It wasn’t,” Buck blubbered. “We were wrong, Rosalie. What we did was despicable.”  
“It was, wasn’t it? It was the most vile thing you could ever do to a woman –to anyone,” she smiled. “But you still did it. And it cost me my life. Now, it’s gonna cost you yours.”  
The brothers let out strings of ‘no, please’s and ‘have mercy, Rosalie’s, and it made the fire inside her burn hotter. The vampire stared at Andre first, the youngest of the two. The one she had gone to school with. The one that was only a couple of months her junior. The boy that had acted like a man and taken everything from her. His cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes red and swollen from crying. 
“You could’ve made a woman very happy, Andre,” she smiled. “At least, the boy I knew in school would have. You, as you are now, don’t deserve the dirt on my shoes.” 
“I’m so sorry, Rosalie,” he sobbed. The attractive boy she had known had been battered to a sorry excuse for a human, and she reveled in it. “Please, just let me go. I promise I’ll never do it again.”  
“You’re right. You won’t do it again,” she said, wrapping her hands around his neck. “Save your sorry for your god, Andre.” 
And she snapped his neck, watching as his body slumped to the floor. 
Beside him, Buck let out a guttural scream. A completely broken and full of agony wail. Music to her ears. “Does it hurt, Buck?” she said. “To see the body of the little brother you had sworn to protect, lifeless and beaten? Does it hurt that there was absolutely nothing you could have done to save his life?”
When he kept quiet, only responding in whimpers and whines, she took his left arm and broke it under her grip. “Answer me,”  she seethed. “How bad does it hurt.” 
“It’s the worst pain imaginable,” he yelled out. “I should have saved him. Saved him from you!” 
“No, Buck,” she tsked. “You should have saved him from you. From the wickedness of your mind and your actions. Your brother? Your baby brother is dead because of you. And you can let him know when you join him.” 
Her pale hands wrapped around his throat once more, her eyes observing as the fight left his body. With his only hand, he tried to claw at her skin, to sink his nails into her in an attempt to free himself, but it was futile. He couldn’t even squeeze her. 
She stared into his eyes, the way they pleaded, and she committed them to memory. And she wondered. She wondered if they had looked into her eyes, would they have shown her mercy? Would they have at least let her live to see another day? The fact was that they hadn’t and she would not dwell on them. On these men that were barely human. 
Rosalie squeezed until Buck’s hand fell to his side and his heart stopped beating. She squeezed until there was nothing left in his eyes but the colored irises. She squeezed until she was satisfied. Once she was done, she let his body fall to the floor, slumping against his brother. They were a masterpiece before her. Dead without shedding a single drop of blood. 
She called the police after, claiming to be a neighbor that heard a ruckus in the Hubert house and she watched from the shadows as the scene unveiled before her. The Huber parents arrived before the police, though they weren’t far behind. Mrs. Hubert let out a heart wrenching wail, calling for her boys as she collapsed in her husband’s arms. And, instead of feeling guilty, she wondered how her own parents would have reacted to finding her body. 
Would her mother shriek? Would her father turn heaven and hell until he found the culprit? Would he yell at the policemen to do their job and find the bastard that did such a violent act as Mr. Hubert? Those were answers she would never get. There was no body for her parents to find, no crime to be reported. Not anymore. 
The girl remained at the scene for only a moment more, waiting until the front of the estate was flooded with neighbors and people from deep in the town surely woken from the commotion. She waited until everyone’s attention was on the Hubert brothers and none would be on the people farther away. Especially people staying at hotels in the town center.  
There were two men down on her list. Three more to go. And she would not give them even a second to escape. Their karma was coming for them in the shape of a beautiful vampire. 
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xetswan · 8 months
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So for New Moon I’m going to put more personality for Jasper and Alice, give them more of their thinking and point of view. New Moon will be a little difficult but I think it’s going to be really fun. Seeing [Name] with the Volturi and how Jacob finds out to her being a vampire once he’s turned into a wolf. I’m super excited to write for this movie. If there is anything you guys would like to see in it let me know. Or if there’s any confusion on anything! I also want to get into [Name]’s past lives! Tell more about them. This will be more in depth, more detailed, more everything. Even with Bella.
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