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Esme Cullen, Twilight
im sorry carlisle, but this is our wife.
Do the cullens have housekeepers?
Yes, her name is Esme. Carlisle married her.
twilight saga but make it a carlesme prequel 🤏🏼
[smeyer take note]
CARLISLE & ESME - First Kiss (from a larger fanfiction story I wrote, but I love this chapter)
Carlisle had been working the night shift regularly at the hospital. It was the ideal situation for him, and when asked if he would prefer moving to days he declined. On days he worked double shifts, that he typically enjoyed, the hours seemed to drag. His mind was pulled back to Esme and all of the hours he could have been spending doing anything, or nothing at all, with her.
"Hey doc," his co-worker and a doctor of over two decades said, approaching him from behind.
Carlisle turned and me the smile of the middle-aged man beside him. "Dr. Williams."
"You're a hard working, kid you know that? Smart too," he began, "Don't burn yourself out."
Carlisle smiled, "What do you mean?"
"You haven't taken a single day off in over a week. You're working double shifts," the man shrugged, "Go on a vacation or something."
He laughed and recognized that it had been awhile since he had a day off.
"And nights for over a month," Dr. Williams added, "I don't know how you do it. Tell 'em to put you on days. You've earned your keep here. You've got to have a little seniority."
"They offered," Carlisle told him, "I don't mind working nights. It fits my schedule quite well."
The friendly older man slapped him on the back, "Well, I suppose it's about time you got yourself a girl my friend."
Carlisle would have typically laughed and not cared about his co-worker's suggestion. He smiled and chuckled politely and shrugged. Thoughts of Esme ran through his mind and he looked at the old doctor. "I suppose you're right."
...
Esme sat alone in her room, hearing Edward reading silently aloud to himself in a tone no greater than a whisper from elsewhere in the house.
This life is quite incredible, she thought to herself. I can hear him reading at a whisper from so far away. I can hear him so clearly.
Edward spoke a little louder just to tease her, and Esme smiled to herself, knowing he could 'hear' her too, in a sense. When he went back to his quieter reading style, she began to thumb through a book that Carlisle had let her borrow. It was a fiction novel, something that provided her with more entertainment than information. Sometimes she preferred those types of readings, getting lost in the characters' stories of love and conflict and drama. Esme loved Shakespeare for that reason, and thought maybe one of his stories would be her next source of late night amusement.
She glanced over at the empty space in the bed next to her and thought of Carlisle sitting there instead. She began to daydream of him going over parts of the book with her, and pointing out flaws in the storyline, linking his arm around her, cuddling next to her while they talked and kissed until the sun came up.
Upstairs, Edward cleared his throat and she sent him two telepathic messages. I'm sorry Edward... Stay out of my head!
Esme smiled again when she heard him giggle childishly and tried to focus on the words on the page. She couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. It was the first time it really weighed on her. The empty spot next to her was like a giant reminder that Carlisle Cullen was not her husband, or even a serious love interest. He was a part of something that she might never have; a fantasy.
She suddenly realized that one of the fondest moments of her imagination was waking up in a sleepy morning haze next to him. We don't sleep, she reminded her self. It was something she was still getting used to. So, why even have a bed? Esme answered the question in her own mind the second she pondered it. She waited for Edward to make a comment as her mind went strait to the gutter, but thankfully he didn't say anything.
The front door opened and closed, making her uneasy. She knew Edward was in his room. She could hear him turning the pages. Carlisle was at work. Who was entering through the front door of the house?
Well if it's an intruder, I could always eat him if he attacks me. She almost laughed to herself at the private joke, but thought just after how sick the thought truly was. Edward laughed loudly upstairs, and she knew he found amusement. His calm demeanor also let her know that there was no threat, and soon after she sensed that it was Carlisle who had come into the house.
Esme leapt out of bed, readjusting her hair as she stood up. She wanted to greet him the way a wife did her husband after a long day at work. She wanted him to tell her about his day, and confide in her about his problems. She would have like to make him dinner, but hunting would be an acceptable substitute for that. She wanted him to hang his coat and turn and kiss her.
All these wants, she thought, am I not the most selfish woman?
Esme turned and looked out the window of her bedroom, having heard a graceful thump just outside. Edward had leapt from the upstairs window and was heading towards the woods.
She suddenly felt overcome with waves of anxiety. There had been plenty of times that she had been alone with Carlisle, but her imagination, the book she had been reading and just the fact that it was middle of the night made her whole body tense up.
It's not healthy to desire a man to this level.
Esme opened the door and decided to pretend she hadn't seen Edward leave the house. She would go up to Carlisle and casually ask him about his day. He would give her minor details before smiling and heading into his office. Their routines, thus far, would not be broken.
Carlisle let the doctor's words at the hospital replay in his mind. It's about time you got yourself a girl.
He thought of how long he had actually waited for someone like Esme to come along.
No, he thought, Not someone like Esme. Esme. I've waited for Esme this whole time.
Carlisle took in all of the aspects of the situation; the fate that he had been the one to find Esme; that she hadn't died from the fall off the cliff; that they happened to be in the exact same place at the exact same time to find each other again. The way her hand felt in his when he helped her up from the ground, or on a rare occasion where she took his hand instinctually when taking a long leap. All of those things felt right. Everything felt right with Esme.
Do it, he told himself. Tell her. Do something.
"How was your day?" Esme asked, rounding the corner.
Her presence took him so off-guard that he almost jumped back.
"Or your night, I should say," she corrected.
Carlisle realized his mouth hung open just slightly, and he wanted to answer her question with something simple, but he couldn't.
Talk, he urged himself. Say something.
"Fine," he told her.
Esme could see that he was off, "Did something happen?"
"Not out of the ordinary." Carlisle took a deep breath that he was unable to hide.
Esme looked up at him, and her expression changed. She could see that there was something on his mind that he needed to let out.
Do you want to go for a walk? He contemplated asking her. Should I just extend me hand and see if she takes it? Should I ask if she needs to hunt?
"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked, softer in her tone.
"Um... well..." Carlisle hated feeling so lost for words. It was perhaps more uncomfortable than thirst before he learned to control it. At the same time, he embraced the feeling whole-heartedly, recognizing that it made him feel alive. More specifically, she made him feel alive.
Esme took a step in his direction. "You can talk about whatever it is. You always listen to me, I should return the favor."
If she could just read my mind right now, this would be a lot easier. At least she'd know, and I wouldn't have to say it. Stop being such a coward. You're a grown man... almost three hundred years old to be more specific. Do it; say it, tell her!
Carlisle held his hand out in front of him, and was about to ask if she would accompany him for a walk. When Esme's hand slipped perfectly through his, however, he froze.
Esme looked deep into his eyes. "What is it?"
Carlisle opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't. He couldn't get himself to say the words he was feeling.
Esme was only a few inches away, and she still stared up at him; her golden eyes burning into his. Their hands were still entwined and she nearly jumped on him when his hand squeezed hers.
She looked down and didn't think, but met his gaze again and hoped she wasn't misreading the situation.
Carlisle's thumb danced his circles over the top of her hand. He didn't even realize he was doing it until he stopped himself. "Esme, I..."
Esme felt his hand shake slightly. She was trying not get ahead of herself, but before he spoke another word she felt as if all of her wildest dreams were about to come true. She was standing with Carlisle Cullen, the man of her dreams, and he was gently rubbing her hand, a contact that he had initiated. He was at a loss for words and hadn't broken eye contact with her.
"Tell me, Carlisle," she urged. The anticipation was far too great. If he said anything other than what she was now hoping for, Esme would be crushed; completely crushed. She hadn't been expecting the night to take her where she currently stood. She hadn't even expected him to be home until the morning. Now, the way things had panned out in those last several minutes, she was anticipating her dreams to come true.
Carlisle pushed his doubts to the back of his mind. If she didn't feel for him in the same way, he would get over it... he thought anyway.
I got past the cravings for human blood. I can get over anything. He second-guessed himself. I don't believe the two situations are even comparable. No, I don't know what I would do if Esme didn't feel the way I feel.
She moved just slightly closer to him, trying to be subtle, though he clearly picked up on it as he looked down.
The silence was becoming a horrible, deafening menace. It loomed around both them, stopping him from professing his deepest feelings to the woman in front of him.
She still looked at him, and he felt her small dose of confidence beginning to fade. The look on her face owned him, and without thinking he slowly pulled her into a hug against his body.
Esme wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes as her face his chest and his scent showered over her.
God, I could hold him forever, she thought.
Carlisle felt the tight nature of her embrace. He didn't know what he would do next, though when he loosened his grip just slightly the two of them made eye contact. His lips lingered just an inch or two from hers and without even thinking, he brought his lips down to meet hers, feeling her push up onto her toes in order to speed the process along.
Esme felt a rush of butterflies rushed through her chest, and down every limb of her body.
I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming! It's not true, vampires can sleep... because I'm dreaming.
She moved her lips in perfect unison with his and tried to suppress a quiet moan as his hand rested gently on her cheek. Esme wished the moment would never end. She had never felt as passionate as she did right then.
Carlisle kept his eyes closed, completely overcome by the moment. He didn't know what had come over him, and he didn't care. When he felt his tongue collide with hers he wondered if he had crossed a line. He intended to ask for her permission first. He didn't intend to be so forceful. He didn't know for sure if she was okay with the action he had taken until he felt her pull his body closer against hers so there was no room in between the two of them.
He finally found the strength to pull himself away, though acknowledged that he could have carried on without question or remorse.
Carlisle fully separated himself from her so there was no contact of any kind. He looked away for a moment, before putting his hand over his mouth and looking Esme directly in the eye. "I'm sorry."
He's what?
"I'm sorry, Esme."
She stared him in disbelief. "Sorry?"
Carlisle raised his eyebrows, "I don't... I don't know..." He looked at Esme's confused, yet pleased look. She appeared as though she was quite possibly experiencing more emotions than he was, if that were at all possible. "Esme," he said, "I... my feelings for you are..."
Esme waited for him to finish the sentence but when he didn't, she decided to go with the lead he had taken. She took the few steps toward him that he had taken back to create distance and eagerly pressed her mouth to his again.
He didn't let go this time. He didn't wonder if she was offended by his bold action, or if she had doubts, or if it was Edward who had struck her attention. Carlisle could feel in her embrace that she felt exactly the way he did.
He pulled his lips from hers just for a moment, and kept their foreheads touching with his eyes closed. Esme's breaths landed on his face. He was going to tell her he had feelings for her, but a sentence with far more depth escaped his lips. "I love you."
esme cullen and elizabeth reaser are one person. argue with the wall.
“In a game with no consequences, why are you still playing the ‘Good’ side?”
Because being mean makes me feel bad.
23 fucking hundred years of philosophy and this mother fucker on tumblr gets it in a meme
A working-from-home day
For the 1000 followers prompts:
How would Carlisle respond to nurses/patients constantly being in love with him? What about in the past/how would he fend off callers?
(Congratulations btw!!!)
Omg tysm my lovely! This is such a good question thank you so much for asking! 🥰
Me and @stregoni-benefici and @carlislesscarf were talking about this just recently and we wondered how quick Carlisle would be to realise if someone had developed feelings for him. Any change in the human’s state - increased heart rate, dilated pupils, rush of adrenaline, rise in temperature, so on and so forth - could be rationalised as a fear response just as much as a desire response, from Carlisle’s point of view. Presumably he is as clueless about this kind of thing as Edward, and before Edward and Esme it’s implied he hated himself. It’s so easy to see oneself as a monster, fundamentally undesirable and unlovable, until someone truly loves you. Carlisle was loved by friends before Edward and Esme, but it was love from those he saw as living a monstrous lifestyle of feeding on and killing humans. That’s hardly going to make him love himself. I think that any time he had an inkling someone might have feelings for him, he would easily convince himself otherwise. The voice in his head would violently remind him what a monster he was, how repulsive and revolting he was to be around, how he was corrupted body and soul. That voice would truly crush and humiliate him to the point where even the thought of someone having feelings for him would trigger bouts of self loathing, because of the sheer impossibility of that. How could anyone have romantic feelings for me? I’m revolting beyond words. How indescribably stupid of me to even entertain the idea. A thought foolish beyond measure. Should anyone be so bold as to admit their feelings for him to his face, he would brush it off in anguish as insanity, or that he had unwittingly tricked them. Any time that happened, he moved to a new town or city far away.
Once he Calmed Down and learned to treat himself more kindly with the help of Edward and Esme’s love, and later Emmett’s and the rest of the coven and the Denali cousins, he realised that sometimes people did grow attracted to him. He realised that what he took for so long to be fear was often attraction, and occasionally - unfortunately - obsession. Given the fragile nature of the human spirit, Carlisle usually did his best to tread carefully and sensitively. He would bring up Esme whenever he could in conversation so that anyone who knew him knew how happily married he was. He was never good at flirting or picking up on romantic cues, so no advances were willingly encouraged. However, he is very charismatic and personable and has a good sense of humour and than in itself can be interpreted as flirting. Should anyone cross a line, Carlisle would kindly but firmly remind the infatuated that he is love for his wife is all consuming, that nothing beyond her interests him, that as wonderful as the person before him is, he belongs body and soul to his wife. He wishes the person the best in finding someone to share themselves with, but he is not that someone. The other person would probably find this very awkward and old school, but hey, Carlisle is from a very different time!
I think his go-to is always Esme. When people see how he lights up just talking about her, they pretty quickly realise that no one can compare to her in his eyes - or heart. For those suckers who can’t get over him and are stuck in the rut of unrequited love, he would do his best, I think, to remove himself from their life - change shifts, move wards, move departments, anything to keep him out of their way. Ok the early days with Esme, I like to think he thought his love for her was unrequited and although it wasn’t, he can sympathise with those who are in that position. Because he felt it so deeply himself, I think that’s why he would go to such lengths to save others from that.
What do you think? 😁😁
I don’t know the source but I remember hearing about a couple that were so happy together that whenever someone asked how Person A was doing, Person A would always respond by giving updates on his wife.
‘Hey, Dr C. How was your weekend?’
‘My wife built X and designed X, we went on a walk around the nature reserve, she read poetry to me, she just finished a new book, she....’
Or
‘Doctor Cullen, how are you?’
‘My wife is away for the weekend :( I do not wish to be disturbed 😔’
*proceeds to sulk for next 48hours*
Also this post is bloody gorgeous and every line is true.
Headcanons for human esme and the suffragette movement?
Thank you! I love this question❤ Sorry, it took me some time to do some research since I'm not an expert on American modern history.
1. Esme had always heard her father excoriating the women's suffrage movement, "If women can't grow penises, they can't vote.", "What would be the use of having voting rights? They’ll choose the same as their husbands and fathers anyway." As she got older and read more, she realized how absurd those misogyny-based anti-suffragists were.
2. Esme became really interested in women's suffrage and feminism in June 1911. She was spending the summer at grandmother's house in Sandusky when she came across a Suffrage Rally Organized by Elizabeth Hauser at Cedar Point. She was so impressed by Hauser, who joined the Ohio Women's Suffrage Association when she was 16. After that, Esme determined to pursue her dream of teaching since education was crucial to women to fight for their rights. Esme told Carlisle about her dream when she was being treated for her broken bone, he was the only one who supported her.
3. On August 2, 1912, she secretly attended the Ohio Women's Suffrage Association's Suffrage Parade in Columbus but was later discovered by her father. It was the first time she had a major confrontation with her father, she was slapped in the face and locked up in the house for a week.
4. Unable to attend the March in Cleveland in October 1914 for an amendment to the Ohio Constitution that would enfranchise Ohio Women, Esme cut out newspaper reports and kept them in her sketchbook.
5. The Franklin County Women's Suffrage Association (FCWSA) and the Black Women's Group, the Sojourner Truth Women's Suffrage Association (STWSA) had influenced Esme who believed that suffrage should not only be limited to rich white Women.
6. Esme is still unable to talk openly about feminism and female suffrage at home. But she would sometimes sneak off to clubs to hear speeches and tried to write anonymous articles about the importance of women's education, male giving up privileged patriarchy, and the inclusion of African-American women in the suffrage movement.
7. After she married Charles in 1917, Esme's freedom was curtailed and she was forced to cease her secret writing and meetings.
8. On August 18, 1920, the 19th Amendment to the Constitution was ratified. Esme, who had already left Charles, voted in the presidential election for the first time.
Tag the people who make you happy when you see a notification from them (or something like that…).
Aww!! @breathing-and-writing !! Thank you!! You make me happy, too!!
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This is too cute🥺 i lub youuuuuu
I also tagged people that I love to see content from, even if we never really talked or anything😬🥰
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sorry if i missed anyone i love all of you!! i am currently waiting for my mom to get out of surgery so my brains kinda fuzzy rn
well thats fuggin cute, right backatcha 🥺
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theres a bunch of other moots i dont interact w much but i love seeing yall about, warms me
I will actually cry 😍😭 Adore the lot of you!
@needahugfromesme @esmecvllens @gisellelx @notquitetwilight @fiddlesolo @esmisle @raeser @onebigsimp
And pretty much all you above, too 😍😭
awww, thanks for tagging me @youareonlyastory @needahugfromesme 🥺 literally all of you in here put a smile on my face everytime i open this app 🥺 sending so much love to all ❤️
favorite on-screen couples: carlisle & esme, the twilight saga
― if carlisle was the soul of our family, then esme was the heart.
Y'all I found another cute picrew! Apparently I'm really into '60s ones lol.
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Thanks for the tag Kate! I really like this one!!
Tagging @edworm-cullen @fuckmeyer @vampireacademia @sortofabetaiguess @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis and anyone else who wants to!
Thank you for the tag Sarah!
I’m tagging @emmettmc-heart-y @needahugfromesme @swanresidence @werewolfseth and anyone else who wants to!
omg vintage vibes!! This is so fun Thanks for tagging me @onebigsimp @edworm-cullen @spanishinfluenza You have excellent taste!💖
and I couldn't help myself making a little esme in the 60s when I found this outfit🥺
I tag @toxictwilight @oldloveforever @gisellelx @raeser @carllisle @thebluetint and anyone who wants to do this💕
I'm loving this!
Thanks for the tag @needahugfromesme. I'm tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it. ♥️
Okay, Carlisle protecting Esme is cute, but Esme protecting Carlisle cause she's a way better fighter is just superior.
imo, from somewhat tired to divinely inspired it goes:
Carlisle protecting Esme bc he's the superior fighter and she wouldnt hurt a fly
Esme protecting Carlisle bc she is superior fighter and he wouldnt hurt a fly
Esme protecting Carlisle despite the fact that she cannot fight at all but any flies that threaten her hubby actually better watch the fuck out
@spanishinfluenza It’s criminal that you dare leave this in the tags;
HAHAHAHAHAHA 'Mrs Cullen doing all the hardwork while Dr Cullen is hard at work.' Your tag killed me! I laughed like an idiot for 5 mins!!!!
I'm not letting Esme's labor go unnoticed. My girl has tolerated this vampire virginity shih long enough, she deserves all the credit. 😭
Pina colada song; 🎵 If you like making love at midnight 🎵
Esme Cullen, at midnight, watching her surgeon husband leave their home to saves lives while she’s dressed up in elaborate lingerie with her arms folded over her fabulously gigantic titties; 😡 Hmpf
I feel like the scene of BD when Bella shows off all the lingerie in the honeymoon wasnt mean for their relationship? Like that felt more of a Carlisle Esme thing to do?
However seeing Edward’s virgin ass blushing and all shy because the man hasn’t seen a pair of boobs since his mom breastfed him in 1900
You're so right and you should say it bro!
Bella 'who had a panic attack because Alice filled her suitcase with sexy lingeries' Cullen. And Bella 'who was wearing the underwear, trying to seduce her husband' Cullen. be like,
I mean WTF???😂
I completely agree that a lingerie show is a Carlesme thing!!
But can we spare one minute to talk about the lingerie show on Carlesme's wedding night and poor Carlisle's premature ejaculation ? Miss Esme thought about showing Carlisle her deliberately selected underwear after she felt she was ready to have sex with him (very likely on their wedding night). But on that day, Carlisle, a pastor's son, a 300-year-old virgin, had yearned for this woman for a long time, lost his mind right away once he caught a glimpse of the lacework of Esme's camisole under her girdle.