hopeless romantic

she/her x 22 x carlesme

[edwardsdeathcabcd]

everyone always wants to talk about how 104 year old edward fell in love with 17 year old bella, which is (arguably) not how it works depending on how you interpret the vampires’ mental age, but nobody ever wants to talk about how carlisle literally did actually know esme when she was younger. like he knew her as a girl and then later when he saved her she was like Omg That One Hot Doctor ??? objectively SO much worse.

[esmecullenx]

Everyone here has something to fight for. I certainly do.

[esmecullenx]

Parents™

[fiddlesolo]

that wig is so menacing

[fiddlesolo]

Can you write about Carlisle and Esme falling asleep together (vampire or human idc) and just being cute? :)

Love your one shots btw

i think about human carlesme meeting as teenagers a lot tbh like imagine him moving in across the street or some shit

“Can I stay?”

Carlisle sighed softly, reaching out to pick a leaf from her hair. A number of them had gotten stuck in her unruly curls when she climbed up the tree situated next to his bedroom window. “My dad...”

“You always leave before him in the mornings.” Esme pointed out. “You can wake me and I’ll go before he even wakes.”

Carlisle hesitated— he didn’t want her to go, he never did, but he couldn’t imagine how angry his father would be if he found out that a girl had slept over.

“Please?” She reached out to take his hand. “I don’t want to go home.”

“I don’t want you to go home.” He admitted, tugging her closer to lay down on his tiny twin bed.

She kicked her shoes off and shrugged out of the old sweater she’d thrown over her nightdress before settling down beside him, her head resting on his pillow too.

Carlisle couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help the racing of his heart either. He loved her terribly despite never having the courage to admit it.

“Hi.” She whispered.

He could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks as she shifted closer to him. He reached blindly for the blanket and pulled it up to their shoulders, making sure it was settled over her just right.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t respond; instead, he lifted a hand to her hair, tucking some curls back behind her ear.

He froze when her hand pressed down over his, her fingers carefully plucking his hand from her hair and bringing it to her lips. He held his breath when she kissed his palm.

“Thank you for letting me stay.” She murmured.

“You don’t have to thank me. I don’t like it when you leave, anyway. I just end up missing you.”

She smiled. “I miss you too.”

Esme, using the hand she still held in hers, guided him to lay his arm over her. For just a second, he was frozen watching her press closer until their chests where touching and her knees bumped against his. Eventually he relaxed his arm, resting it against her back before playing with the strands of her hair he felt there.

He watched her eyes slip closed, the way, even i her sleep, she seemed to watch to be closer to him. After what he assumed was an inappropriate amount of time, he stopped watching her sleep and closed his own eyes.

send me fic prompts

[fiddlesolo]

a lil part two

Esme laughed, a big joyful thing, as she watched Carlisle eye the lake with disgust. “Oh, come on.”

Carlisle huffed. “Esme, the bacteria...”

She rolled her eyes and reached out for his hand. She laced their fingers together and tugged him forward until he was standing ankle deep in the lake beside her.

Carlisle groaned, trying not to gag at the feel of the slimy rocks beneath his feet.

“It’s not so bad.” Esme told him, still holding his hand in both of hers.

“It is.”

“Can you just try it? For me?”

Carlisle’s eyes met hers and then he sighed. “We don’t have swim clothes...”

“It’s so hot today that our clothes will dry on the walk home.”

“What will our parents say?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, a sad little thing. “Mine won’t be surprised and your dad...well, you can just blame me. He already hates me.”

Carlisle couldn’t even argue with that. His strict, traditionalist of a father was not fond of the rambunctious farm girl who lived down the street.

“Tell him you pushed me in?” Carlisle said, his lips quirking.

Esme laughed, dropping one of her hands from his to gather some water in her palm. She flicked it at him, splashing the sun-warmed water onto his shirt. “Yeah, tell him that.”

Carlisle took a deep breath and then nodded. “Okay. I’ll swim with you.”

She smiled excitedly, reaching out to hug him around his waist. “Oh, yay! This is going to be so much fun! I’ll show you the rope swing!”

“Rope swing?” Carlisle muttered wearily. His best friend was going to give him grey hairs before he even managed to make it through puberty.

[islesmes]

babes im sorry that i keep disappearing but life is just so busy right know for me but ilysm and i hope i'll be back soon 💗

[islesmes]

Favorite Esme and Carlisle moment

You are a hopeless romantic scene 🥰 I mean do I need to explain why? 😻

[islesmes]

I can't believe that I missed the blog's first bday 😭 anyways I love being here and I love you guys so much I'm so happy to be a part of this bubble 💖😊

[teampapaya]

stop calling what is happening between israel and palestine a “conflict.” a conflict infers both sides have an equal power. what is happening in palestine shows none of that. this isn’t a conflict, it’s ethnic cleansing, oppression, and apartheid. 

[jasperwhitcock]

my grandma & grandpa were such a vibe in the 40s 😍

[robertphilip]

[bisexualemmettcullen]

just because i run a twilight blog does not mean i Know Things about twilight. im literally just vibing

[flight-less-biirb]

Carlisle Cullen, 1663

[spanishinfluenza]

they 🎶 are 🎶 the 🎶 only 🎶 exception 🎶

[needahugfromesme]

Carlisle Cullen (23) Esme Anne Platt Cullen (26)

(Tools: Artbreeder, Sai 2)

[ratcarney]

shoutout to the people working for hours on content that only gets ten notes. i’m kissing you tenderly on the forehead as we speak

[fiddlesolo]

thinking about how even though esme’s human life was filled with so much sorrow— from parents who didn’t love her as they should have, to an abusive husband, to losing her child, and then ending her own life she never turned cold. She came out of everything refusing to abandon the belief that people are inherently good and that kindness truly moves the world forward.