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@esmesavestheday
Checked the 1916 Snow White movie.
"It was like meeting a fairy tale—Snow White, in the flesh." had never been so vivid to me.
Esme costume designs
WHEN I SAY ESME IS A CURLY GIRL I SAID ESME IS A CURLY GIRL
@needahugfromesme The Esme I didn’t know I needed.
I wanna be Bella. I want to be squeezed into Esme's arms with her milky floral scent from her hairs and skin filling my lungs and her soft soothing voice telling me everything is gonna be okay.
@carllisle your tags kills me bro! hahahahahaha
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you can’t tell me esme doesn’t love going to antique shops. carlisle follows her around the twisty stores for hours as she looks at each little item
After hours of looking, she points at Carlisle and says “I’ll take that one.”
Esme in 1921
Carlisle: Wait, did you just flirt with me?
Esme: Have been for the past two years but thanks for noticing.
Carlisle realizes he might just love Esme Platt, dialogue loosely based on this interview @carllisle posted a couple days ago.
on ao3 here.
Early Spring 1921.
Esme Platt had been in his life for a few short months; but somehow there was a part of Carlisle Cullen that felt as if she had always been a part of him and always would be. Edward insisted, with all his mind reading wisdom, that how Carlisle felt about Esme was not in the least bit normal and surely not how a man who had just revoked her autonomy and dying wish should feel about the woman he held prisoner. Carlisle, of course, thought the boy was crazy.
He felt for Esme as any friend felt for their other friend. He enjoyed the time he spent with her. He did not feel the feeling Edward insisted he felt that Carlisle found so ridiculous he wouldn’t dignify it with a proper acknowledgement. Certainly not.
He felt indebted to her and her well-being in a way which was only natural for the situation they found themselves in. However, it was more than that. He couldn’t recall a time he had ever gotten along so naturally with a person. In a very short amount of time they fell into little routines. Like this one.
Every night she would come down to his office and sit in the large leather desk chair and he would fix her hair. She was still unable to fully understand her own physical strength and one wrong tug could end in permanent damage. Thus he did her hair for her. She was embarrassed to ask for help with hair, he found this to be true for much more than hair. It became necessary about three weeks after she changed. She had avoided her hair in fear of herself but after one particularly messy hunt he found her with a thick lock of hair snapped off in a porcelain comb, a lock of horror on her face.
Ever since then Esme came down to his study after every time she washed her hair and he would spend the next half hour brushing, combing, and braiding. The waist long curls were much harder to manage than he expected. They never reacted quite the same, each curl different, each day different. By the time he finished brushing through one clump completely it would knot again a second later.
“Welcome to my world,” Esme laughed as he let out a groan of frustration.
“Why is it so long?” He laughed, splitting the clump into a smaller section.
“To distract from the face.”
“Why would you want to do that?” She raised her brows at him in the small mirror he had propped up on his desk. He still didn’t understand. He found her face quite nice.
“I don’t think you need to.”
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Can you do Carlisle thinking Esme is cheating on him??? I live for the angst and insecurity😭😭😭call me toxic but I love it
you’re so valid i live for the drama
“You have to have trust in a relationship, Edward.” Carlisle told the teenager vampire.
Edward sighed at the sound of both Carlisle and Esme’s thoughts as they stood at the kitchen counter. She was mixing some cookie dough for a bake sale coming up and Xarlisle was both distracting his wife and infuriating his son.
“There is trust.” Edward insisted. “On my side.”
“You left her for months, sweetheart.” Esme pointed out gently. “She’s still hurting.”
He huffed softly, looking down at his hands. “You know why I had to.”
“Now Edward,” Esme said, rolling the dough into small balls between her icy hands. “I didn’t say that I didn’t.”
“The point is, Bella needs to heal and you need to trust that the two of you are okay.” Carlisle said, taking the sheet pan of cookies from Esme when she handed it to him and plopping it in the oven. “You need to trust her. You have to trust that she will forgive you.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
“It is.” Esme agreed, leaning against the counter. “But building that trust will do wonders for the two of you.”
Carlisle nodded. “I know your relationship with Bella is still young but Esme and I worked on building our trust before we even started dating.”
Edward bristled at that. “Oh, is that why you thought Esme was seeing another man during your first year of marriage?”
Esme’s eyes widened slightly before she turned to face her husband of nearly a century. “You— what?”
“It was nothing, love.” The doctor tried to assure her.
When Esme’s eyes met Edward’s, he knew he’d messed up. The look on Esme’s face was what made him keep speaking, like he’d be betraying her if he didn’t. “He thought you were— that nomad vampire that stayed with us for a few weeks...”
“We were just friends.” Esme stated defensively.
“I know.” Carlisle said quickly. “I know, I’m sorry.”
“Carlisle asked me to listen to both your thoughts and his.” The teenager said, the words tumbling out without his permission.
“Edward!” The doctor hissed.
In a matter of seconds, Esme had fled the room. The men shared a look before Carlisle went after her. Edward stayed put, letting out a sigh as he kept an eye on Esme’s cookies.
Carlisle stepped into their bedroom to find her sitting at her desk. She was flipping through a book of blueprints rather angrily.
“You’re going to rip them.” He murmured.
Esme nearly growled. “You made our son read my mind to make sure that I hadn’t cheated on you?”
“I’m sorry, love.” He moved to stand beside her desk. “Truly sorry.”
“Why would you think that? I’d married you, I’d spent a year telling you how much I loved you. Didn’t you believe me?”
“I believed you, Es. I did.” Carlisle told her, hesitating before placing his hands on her shoulders. “I just couldn’t believe you wanted me back.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She huffed. “You were— are everything to me. I know you knew that.”
“I was insecure.” He admitted. “That man just made you laugh so much. He made you smile and— I don’t know. He seemed far less serious than I, like a better match for you.”
She turned her head to look at him. “You are perfect for me. You’ve always been the second half of me. How could you doubt that?”
He stepped around the chair to stand at her side, smiling slight when she turned to face him. He crouched down, his hands resting on her denim covered thighs. “I just wanted you to be happy. That’s all I wanted back then and today. If he made you happy...”
Esme’s brow furrowed. “You would have let me go?”
“If that’s what you wanted.” Carlisle said, his heart breaking at the mere thought. “You deserve to be happy.”
“What I would have wanted was for you to fight for me.” She reached out to brush the piece of hair that had fallen to his forehead back. “If I was foolish enough to try to leave you for a man we found in the forest, I’d want you to ask me to stay.”
“I’m sorry.” Carlisle told her again.
She sighed, her hand falling from his hair to rest against his cheek. She ran her thumb back and forth over his marble-like cheekbone. “You’re my best friend. I’d chose you time and time again.”
“I know that. I do.” He promised her. “You have to know that I feel just as you do. You are the one for me, now and forever.”
Esme: you're a doctor. Anything you can prescribe for sleepless nights?
Carlisle:
Esme, brought another house for the family using her income as a contractor, architect, and artist,
Alice: Esme is always the brains. You know.
Carlisle: Yeah. And I am the looks.
Emmett: To be fair. That's Esme too.
pepper: you should be ashamed of yourself
tony: you’re right, i should be ashamed of myself
tony: but i’m not
Alice: “Show me the love”
Carlesme:☺️ 😚✌🏻️
Carlesme: 😚❤️😍
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