Your Twilight crush headcanons were so good! Could I have one for Jasper please?
Jasper Hale falling in love with you :
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- You thought Edward was keeping his distant ? Try Jasper.
- It would be extreme. Just a whiff, a glance of you and the intensity of the emotions he felt, and it almost sent him across the room. It's been so long since he felt his own emotions as strong as he does without experencing it through someone else.
- He doesn't come back in months. You had no idea it was because you, you weren't paranoiac thankfuly. The board of the schools was about to expell him completly. However, he did come back after a long talk with Carlisle and the promise that Alice will not leave his side.
- His 'father' thought it would be good way to build his resistance to the call of blood, and his siblings by his side it would certainly be easier.
- Obviously it wasn't. Jasper is as stiff as a board anytime he feels your presence. Jasper doesn't really see you as a person at first, more like a threat. To everything he had managed to build. His resistance, control, peace...
- But you didn't know, how could you ? The only thing you noticed about him was the way her sister, Rosalie, would usher him away anytime you entered the room. It didn't offend you, not really, just made you... perplex.
- It almost made him laugh. Oh you were perplex were you ? So was he ! He had no goddamn idea why he felt such a strong pull. You weren't his singer, thankfuly for you otherwise you would have been dead from the start.
- Then why in the seven rings of hell would he feel this way then ? So fidgety, so eager to touch, to gaze upon your direction anytime he could and just... get closer to you ?
- It lasted for about a month, but during that time he started to pay closer attention to you. Studying was strangely... calming. Despite your behaviour. He liked watching you get excited for a show you really wanted to watch or finally saving enough money to buy the ipod you wanted.
- Your livelyness brought out his own. He wasn't as expressive but he felt almost... eager to face the next day.
- Jasper watched how you brighten up when you see your favorite desert in the cafeteria. So any time it is served, he would grab one, of course not eating it and placed it on your table when you were distracted.
- But it was something else that made the young man's heart melt for you. Something unexpected.
- You see, somedays were harder than other for Jasper. Flashbacks, anxiety would plague his thoughts, dragging him down to meet his darkest needs. And as if to punish himself, he would drag himself through pain, as best as he could.
- Running into trees, rocks, mountains, distracting himself from his gruesome nature. He ran all the way to Seattle, rain pouring down, drenching him to the bone. Miserary clawed at his back, his legs and heart, making tumble against a wall in a random street.
- People passed by, and thankfuly the wet concrete restrained his nose enough to not attack anyone, but nobody stopped to help either.
- It reminded him the time he spent after the Southern vampire war. Once again alone, with no one he could reach for help. And he didn't. You did.
- "You're okay ?"
- His eyes darted up to him suddenly at the sound of your voice. Both of your gaze softened as you recognized each other. You held an umbrella above his head, neglecting your own self.
- Jasper didn't respond, you didn't hear his voice that night. You didn't know how to help... so you gave him your umbrella left him and hummed. "I'll call your father, okay ?"
- Disbelief coursed through as he watched you kneel beside him as you called the hospital to warn Carlisle and waited with him until Esme came to pick him up.
- He watched you the whole time. The droplets of water caught in your curling lashes, your slow breathing making your chest rise and fall reminding how human you were. But this time the knowledge didn't light his hunger, it made him thankful. Thankful you were alive, well and healthy and here by his side.
- It made him both feel incredible joy and warmth and a nagging sadness and dread. If anything were to happen to you-
- The moment the thought grazed his mind, his hand reached out and pulled you to his side. How foolish he had been. Of course he had to fall for a human. Life had never been kind on him, now have it ? But maybe he could suffer through it easier now... if you were a part of his life.
- You two waited this way, cheeks dusted in a delicate pink as you kept your hands tucked on your lap, not knowing what to think. But for that moment, it didn't matter.
- You two kinda pretented it didn't happen. On your part you weren't sure how to adress it, as for Jasper... He was just way more focused on you to really about what happened. He enthralled by you, completly enthralled.
- From now, you were his angel and he was dead set on making sure you felt nothing but happiness.
- He still didn't talk to you but now he was a gentleman through and through. He opened doors for you, reached for a book on a high self for you, bringing you your bag when you forgot it, followed you home.
- It would be a lie to say you didn't notice his intentions. You caught him bringing you cake, you caught his glances, you caught the way he would take this hallway over any other just to brush passed you. You were bubbly, not daft.
- Obviously, Jasper's power came in handy when making sure you content, safe and happy. It brought you to your first real conversations.
- It was right before an important test. You were stressed out of your mind, not mastering the subject at all. Sitting on a bench in the school yard, you tried knock your lessons in your brains an hour before facing the real exam.
- That's when he approached you. Gently, to not worsen your state by an unwanted fright before standing in front of you.
- "You're okay ?"
- And the same you comforted him, he stuck by your side. Jasper didn't want to alter you emotions, tho he yearns to make your happiness a certainty, he knew you deserved sincerity and control over yourself.
- "It's okay to be unsure sometime... but you're bright as candle light, you'll do great." He smiled, knowing and warm. His hand gently envelopped yours and his thumb caressed your knuckles.
- You noticed the worrying coldness of his hand but didn't mention it, instead choosing to drink in his reassurance.
- The test went way better than you expected and now spending time with Jasper was now more easier too.
- The previous awkard atmosphere was gone, you two laughed together, studied together and spend most time out of school together.
- He learned how you enjoy watching stars but how here in Forks the clouds restricted that hobby. So, with little care for his recent neglected hunger, he decided to guide you above the heavy clouds, up in the mountains, at night.
- However, Jasper, in his devoted affection, forgot to eat. And god... your blood smelled so good. His self control had be surprisingly irreprochable but this time he was just so hungry.
- His feet carried him to you slowly, stalking you. Seeing you turning around didn't stop him but his eyes focused on yours.
- "Jasper... your teeth..." He heard your voice as his precious angel stepped back slowly, clearly scared.
summary; you get into a bella situation in breaking dawn. lol-
EDWARD
Absolutely heartbroken. Think back to Bella’s death in breaking dawn. He’s angry with himself for letting you go through with this—and angry with you for ‘deciding to leave him’.
“You have to accept what is.” You say, your eyes pleading with him not to make things even worse. “Because you’ve given me no choice!” He yells. Your eyes widen. “We’re supposed to be a team, remember?” You can feel a small tear rolling down your cheek. “But you’ve decided this on your own.”
“You’ve decided to leave me.”
“But you’ll still have the baby!” Edward’s golden eyes flicker over to yours with a terrifying slowness. “Do you honestly think I could ever love it or even tolerate it, if it killed you?” He asks, anger radiating through his core. “I’m sorry.” You sob as he walks out of Carlisle’s office and leaves you on the exam table.
Completely alone.
CARLISLE
Unlike his son, Carlisle is reasonable. He understands you want to keep the baby—but he still can’t find it in his heart to find any joy in the situation. He pleads with you to let him get rid of it, but in the end he lets you choose.
“Please just think about this clearly.” Carlisle pleads. You’ve both seen what’s happened to Bella when she gave birth to your ‘granddaughter’ (even though you share no blood relation). “We know what Bella went through.” He says softly, his gentle voice slightly wavering as he kneels down to your bloated stomach.
“Please.”
“I can’t, Carlisle. This is our child.” Carlisle sighs, pressing a kiss to your swollen tummy. “If you won’t change your mind, I won’t press any further.” He says, although you know it’s killing him inside to see you like this. In a few days time, you’ll go into labor and he’ll be the one delivering your demon baby.
and likely biting you to keep you with him.
JASPER
This cowboy is having a panic attack. Being an empath, he can always tell when you’re in pain—which is all the time. And it’s all his fault. He was supposed to protect you, not destroy you.
“You’re in pain again, darlin’.” Jasper observes, gently wrapping his harms around you from behind—and cradling your stomach. “I’m okay, Jasper.” You can already feel the effects of his power trying to lighten your mood. And it was working. You cant help but smile as you think about your new baby.
Jasper wasn’t as happy. None of the Cullens were.
Except Rosalie. Her and Jasper had been doting on you the entire pregnancy. Jasper had since given up on trying to convince you otherwise too. “Are you going hunting tonight?” You ask, looking up at your golden-eyed cowboy. “I was going to stay in with you tonight, darlin’.” He smiles, burying his head in your shoulder.
“Someone has to keep you company.”
ESME
Such a mother. She has years of experience in ‘parenting’ and even had a child of her own—so she knows the pain. Although, she’s even more gentle with you because of your fragile state.
“Do you need anything, dear?” Esme asks, her perfectly curled auburn hair bouncing as she trails after you. “I’m okay, Esme.” You smile, meeting her golden eyes. She can tell you’re lying. “You should really be resting.” She says, gently helping you to the couch. The baby may not be hers (because that is biologically impossible).
But you are still her mate.
Esme sits down on the couch, carefully pulling you down beside her as she softly strokes your swollen stomach. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.” She says, smiling brightly. Despite the tragic situation, Esme has succeeded in making it seem normal—like a happy, human pregnancy.
As happy as having a half-vampire baby can be.
ROSALIE
Rosalie’s always wanted a baby. She helped raise Renesmee and ever since, there’s been an infant sized hole in her undead heart. So when she hears the news of your pregnancy—she can’t help but be excited.
“Are you hungry?” Rosalie asks, handing you a ‘blood’ smoothie that she had poured herself. Carlisle had first introduced them to you after you started losing an unhealthy amount of weight due to the demon inside you (as the other cullens believed). “A little.” You sigh. You always were.
You couldn’t help the craving for blood deep inside you.
Rosalie places the smoothie on the coffee table in front of you. She hated seeing you sickly—but at the same time, she couldn’t wait to meet her mate’s new baby. “Have you thought of any names yet?” She asks sweetly, bringing the smoothie to your lips. “Not yet.” you confess shyly.
“We still have time.” She smiles.
ALICE
Since she’s able to see into the future, she knows of your pregnancy before it even happens—and tries everything to prevent it. But when it still happens anyways; she couldn’t be more distraught.
“That thing is killing you!” Alice yells, frustrated by your insistence to keep the monster that was slowly killing you from the inside out. “Call it what it is, Alice!” You cry. “A baby.” Alice lets out a deep sigh, walking over to you and gently hugging your nearly bone thin form. It hurt her to see you like this.
“I cant let it hurt you.”
“I’m going to be okay, Alice.” You smile weakly. “If things go south, Carlisle can just turn me at the last second.” There was no guarantee he could—but you had hope. “And think of all the fun we can have together.” You gently take her cold hands into yours, stealing a glance into her warm gaze.
“Together.”
EMMETT
Very excited, but nervous dad vibes. On one hand, he can’t wait to play with the new kid (and watch football with it), but on the other, he feels overwhelming guilt for putting you through this much pain.
“Do you have any name ideas?” You ask your mate as you sit down on the soft leather couch, holding a ‘blood smoothie.’ “I was thinking Logan or Gabe.” He chuckles, before abruptly looking down at your exhausted form. Bruises covered your body and your face reeked of exhaustion. Emmett couldn’t help but feel guilty.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, gently grabbing one of his frozen hands.
Emmett can’t even form the words. It’s strange. Usually he’s such a fun loving guy—but seeing you like this really changed him. “Why don’t we watch a comedy?” He suggests, grabbing the remote and changing the subject. He was good at distracting you from the pain. “What movie do you want to watch?” He asks, pulling you close.
summary: Jasper attempts to make a romantic dinner for his human partner, but as someone who hasn’t eaten in over 100 years, he doesn’t do a very good job. When the reader gets home and discovers the mess Jasper made, they decide to start over and cook dinner together. Or, in other words, Jasper gets a romantic, at-home cooking class brought to him by his loving partner.
a/n: Just a little something I found in the drafts. Working on quite a few fics rn, so hopefully this holds y’all over.
Jasper sighs, staring down at the mess he’s made. The pans he used are now covered with char and inedible bits of food. He hasn’t had to eat human food since he was, well, human, but even then, he was rarely the one cooking it. He thought it wouldn’t be difficult; Esme and Edward had cooked for Bella before, but clearly he didn’t have much of a talent for it. He gathered all of the dirty dishes, thinking he might be able to wash them before you got home.
As he began running the water, his head involuntarily perked up. He could smell you coming closer. He frantically scrubbed the dishes, but he knew he wouldn’t have time to finish cleaning before you walked through the door. Usually, he could make quick work of such a simple task, but these dishes might be beyond repair.
He jumped at the sound of the door handle jiggling. Ironic considering he was the dangerous one. The dim, comfortable lighting of your apartment was broken up by the sun shining through the doorway.
“Jas, is that you?” You call nervously, not expecting him to be in your house.
“Yeah, darlin’,” he calls out from the kitchen, shutting the water off. You follow the sound of his voice to find him awkwardly standing by the sink. When you left, the kitchen was spotless, but now the sink is piled with dirty dishes, most of which have burnt food on them. You don’t mind, knowing Cullen money could (and would) buy you a thousand of the best pots and pans on the market as a replacement.
“Jasper, were you…cooking?” you ask with a laugh, moving closer to him. He’s wearing a black hoodie and bootcut jeans -- an outfit that makes him appear much younger than he is (which is part of the reason you secretly love it).
“Yes,” he says, embarrassed. “Turns out I’m not very good at it. Never really had to be, y’know?” He hangs his head, staring at the floor in guilt. You notice he’s wearing the bat socks you got him as a gag gift last Halloween.
“What were you trying to make?” you ask, inspecting the black char that coats the dishes.
“Pasta,” he replies, casting a thousand-yard stare in your general direction. His voice is full of shame.
“Maybe we could make some together?” you offer. Jasper’s body relaxes. He agrees, clearly relieved about your reaction. You grab your last two clean pots from the cabinet as Jasper collects the ingredients.
“I’m sure you know the basic steps: turn on the stove, boil the water, pour in the pasta,” you say as you begin to do exactly that. Jasper nods along, passing you the pasta as it’s time to pour it in. “Do you want to start cutting those tomatoes for me?” you ask, gently placing a kiss on his cold cheek.
“Why of course,” he says, laying the southern charm on thick. Jasper gives you a small wink before cutting the tomatoes. He gets it done quickly- quicker than any human could- and pours them into the empty pan on the stove.
“Now, let me show you how to make pasta sauce,” you say, standing in front of the stove, all of the herbs and spices lined up next to it.
“First, the garlic,” you say, adding it into the pan as Jasper wraps his arms around your waist from behind. He gently rests his head on your shoulder, taking in the pleasant scent of your body spray. “You don’t mind garlic, do you?” you ask playfully.
“I ain’t that kinda vampire, sweetheart,” he replies, making you laugh. He can’t help but squeeze your waist, tightly holding onto the one thing he can’t bear to lose. You. “So, what’s next?” he hums, loosening his grip on you, but not losing his smile. He watches as you meticulously stir the sauce, mixing in the garlic. Everything you do completely enraptures him.
“Basil,” you hum, adding it in. “And oregano.” He kisses your neck softly, making sure not to get too out of hand. He always holds back in fear that he’ll accidentally hurt you, even when you promise you trust him.
“Smells good,” he whispers in your ear. His deep voice sends a chill down your spine.
“The only thing that smells good to you is blood,” you joke, trying not to let your attraction derail the night. He pouts, pretending to be offended in response, but you can tell he’s hiding a smirk.
“I’m just tryin’ to be polite,” he says defensively, lightly kissing your neck again. He can never get enough of your warm skin against his body.
“Well,” you say, getting him back on track, “now we can strain the pasta.” Jasper takes a step back, giving you space to pour the pasta into a colander over the sink. He watches in awe as you narrowly avoid getting hit by boiling water. “Grab me a bowl, Jas?” you ask, and he does exactly that. You scoop a healthy serving of pasta into the bowl. Instinctively, Jasper grabs the pot with the sauce. He pours a generous amount into the bowl.
“Perfect,” he says, kissing you on the cheek. You feel his icy skin brush against yours, and in the blink of an eye, he’s holding a forkful of pasta up to you.
“Say ah,” he jokes, moving the fork closer to your mouth. You laugh, allowing him to feed you the bite of food. He anxiously anticipates your response, worried you might hate the food he’s helped you prepare.
“Delicious,” you tell him, making him grin from ear to ear.
“Sorry I burnt it the first time,” he says bashfully.
“It’s okay,” you comfort him, “It was more fun to make it with you anyway.”
“I have to agree,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind again. “I’ll go put a movie on and we can eat on the couch.” Before you can say anything, he’s already gone. You laugh under your breath, thinking of how you’ll never get used to his superspeed.
You carefully carry the serving of pasta to the couch as he sets up the DVD player. By the time you’re in the room, he’s already sitting on the sofa with one arm outstretched. Happily, you sit next to him and he wraps his arm around your shoulder as the movie starts.
“You’ll like this one,” he whispers into your ear as the opening credits finish. You continue to eat the pasta as Jasper sits right next to you, comfortably still. The two of you could spend forever like this, with every day calm and peaceful. Learning from each other just as much as you love each other.
Request: Yes / No Hii could I please request the smut prompt 30 and 48 with jasper 🥰I love your writing Anon
Requests are open but ONLY from this list! <3 Have a nice day/night
Jasper Hale x Fem!Reader
Word count: 905
Warnings: SMUT!!
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): “I love how desperate you get for me.”, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
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The world outside the cabin was a silent, snowy blur, but inside, the air crackled with a heat that had nothing to do with the fire in the hearth. Jasper Hale, his golden eyes molten in the low light, had me pinned against the rough-hewn wood of the wall. His mouth was a devastating weapon, trailing fire down the column of my throat, his hands gripping my hips with a possessiveness that made my knees weak.
“Jasper!” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his sun-kissed hair. It was always like this, a sudden, overwhelming tide of need that he sensed long before I did. His gift to feel the emotions of everyone around him meant he knew the exact second my calm shattered into pure, unadulterated want. He exploited it mercilessly. He pulled back, just an inch, his cool breath fanning over my heated skin. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips.
“I love how desperate you get for me, Y/N.” His voice was a low drawl, velvet over steel. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact, a darkly cherished truth.
A flush of embarrassment warred with the arousal pooling low in my belly.
“I’m not-”
“You are.” He cut me off, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.
“Your pulse is a frantic drum against my skin. Your desire… It’s a rich, heady wine, and I’m so very thirsty.”
He crushed his mouth to mine then, swallowing any further protest. This kiss wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. It was the scrape of his teeth against my lip, the slick demanding dance of his tongue. My back arched, seeking more of the hard, unyielding planes of his body. In one fluid motion, he tore my flannel shirt open, buttons pinging against the floor. The cool air pebbled my skin, but his hands were everywhere, warming, kneading, taking.
He broke the kiss to lower his head, his mouth closing over the lace of my bra. A wet stripe of sensation shot straight to my core. He didn’t bother with the clasp. With a faint, almost inaudible rip, the delicate fabric gave way. His mouth found my nipple, and I cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet cabin. His arms banded around me, lifting me from the bed as if I weighed nothing. In two strides, my back was against the wall beside the large window, the cool plaster of shock through my now nude upper half. He held me there, pinned, his body a solid, unyielding line against mine. The hard length of him, even through his clothes, made me buck my hips instinctively, seeking friction.
“So eager.” He murmured, trailing his lips down my jaw to my neck. His tongue traced the frantic beat of my pulse there, and I cried out, my head falling back against the wall. His hands made quick work of my clothes, fabric tearing in his impatience, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. Cool hair hit my skin, followed immediately by the blissful chill of his touch.
He worshipped my body with his mouth and hands, not as something fragile, but as a source of his own pleasure. He tasted every inch of skin he exposed, his tongue circling a nipple before drawing it deep into the cool cavern of his crumbling for purchase on his shoulders.
“Jasper…”
His own clothes vanished, a blur of movement, and then he was skin against skin, the contrast between his marble-cool body and my feverish heat exquisite. He nudged my legs apart with his knee, settling between them. The thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I was so wet, so ready, I thought I might come from that pressure alone.
“Look at me.” He commanded, his voice rough.
My eyes, which had been squeezed shut in anticipation, flew open, locking with his molten gold gaze. He pushed inside, slowly, inch by devastating inch, filling me with a stretch that bordered on painful in its perfection. A choked sob of relief and pleasure escaped me. He was everywhere, in every nerve ending, in every frantic thought. He began to move, a relentless, deep rhythm that had me seeing stars. Each thrust was aimed with preternatural precision, brushing that spot inside me that made my vision white out. The wall was solid at my back, his body an immovable force at my front, and I was trapped in the most glorious way possible, completely at his mercy. My moans filled the room, a continuous, desperate soundtrack to his movements.
“That’s it.” He growled, his own control fraying. I could feel the tension coiling in him, the echo of his own fierce pleasure through our bond.
“Cum for me, Y/N. Let me feel it.”
It was an order I couldn’t disobey. The soil in my belly tightened, snapped, and I shattered. My climax around him in rhythmic pulses as I screamed his name into the crook of his neck.
My body went limp, boneless against the wall, held up only by his arms. Spent. Satiated. Drifting on a sea of aftershocks. Just as I began to slide down, my legs useless, Jasper’s arms tightened. He was still buried deep within me, still impossibly hard. He pulled back just enough to look into my dazed eyes, his own burning with an undiminished fire. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.
The sun had recently set, and the moon had finally risen, thus casting a light hue in the semi-dark late evening. After eating at the local diner, the two of you ventured off to the forest to sit down, talk, and enjoy each other's company. Thus, Jasper and you had settled down in a pleasant grassy field, sitting on a blanket, and savoring the other's presence.
The minutes had turned into hours, and what was once a sunny, warm day had turned into a chilly, dim evening. It had also become quite breezy. The wind had picked up more, once the sun had set, and your body shivered slightly to the sudden blow of air.
“Are you alright, darlin’?” Jasper asked, “You’re probably cold, especially wearing those clothes.”
Though you weren't that cold, Jasper was right. You felt the slight chill, especially wearing such light clothes. You were dressed in a cute gingham set, wearing capris that met at your knees, a matching shirt that passed right below your belly button, and a simple white knitted shrug. The outfit looked pretty on your plump figure, but it wasn't practical for the chilly weather.
“C’mere, Angel,” he uttered softly, urging you sit sit on his lap. However, before you even had that chance to move, Jasper had effortlessly lifted your body into his lap. You were plotted on his lap, your thick thighs straddling both sides of his hips. Jasper's thumb subconsciously rubbing on your thigh, a habit of his that he rarely seemed to notice.
In case the warm weather turned cold, Jasper brought a jacket with him, unfortunately, it remained in the car. Jasper didn't want to leave you alone, yet he didn't want you to freeze either. Knowing your rather stubborn personality, he didn't want to decide for you, so he asked you in a soft, gentle voice. ”I left my jacket in the car, I can go get it for you…that sounds good to you, darlin’?”
“No, I'm good," You respond stubbornly, both frustrated at the sudden weather change and not wishing for him to depart. "I'm not even that cold,"
“Angel, I can feel your body shivering”, he noted, his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “You might not be shaking as hard as a leaf, but baby, I can feel that you’re cold.”
The slight twitch of a smirk on Jasper's lips annoyed you. Whether it was the weather's spontaneous change, or the subconscious desire to challenge him, you had, without thinking, said something that caused the sweet, playful atmosphere to break.
“Warm me up then,” you mumble.
There was a slight pause in Jasper's movement. His teasing gaze and slight smirk paused, as well as the thumb that caressed your thigh. A pacy tension had risen into the air, replacing the previous lighter mood.
That mutter of yours wasn't supposed to be heard. It was low, quiet, and was more of a quiet huff under your breath rather than an actual mumble. However, with Jasper’s keen senses, he heard that faint mutter of yours, as loud as he could hear a gunshot.
“You want me to warm you up?”
His voice was almost as breathy as yours, however, there was an undertone of eagerness that wasn’t present in your own. The thumb that had previously rubbed on your thigh was replaced by his large hand that tightened a hold on your large, plush thigh. The other hand of his that previously layed lazily on the ground, fidgeting with the blanket underneath both of you, had moved to your waist. The hold was firm and anticipating.
Could you please write the cullen couples having a third?
THE CULLEN COUPLES' REACTION TO HAVING A THIRD MATE:
a/n: sure! here you go. If there's any mistakes here, my apologies. i made this at around 3 am, i think, i don't remember but that's what sleepless/sleepy nights do to you. i am also trying to do all the requests, but it's a little hard to do it in order since i have a lot in my drafts rn.
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EDWARD CULLEN & BELLA SWAN-CULLEN
Having a third mate is incredibly rare, so Edward was honestly stunned when he felt that same pull toward you, which was the exact thing he’d felt with Bella. It shook him because even though he’d already gone through this once, it was different now. He had Bella, and he noticed the way she looked at you too: a mix of awe, curiosity, and that weird confusion that comes with recognizing a bond she didn’t expect. She wanted to see you, to be closer to you, and Edward was dying to know if you felt it too, which you most likely did.
They weren’t against the idea of another mate, and they definitely didn’t reject you. They were just cautious. A lot of it depended on what you were.
If you were human and they met you after Bella was turned, it would bring back all those risks and memories of what happened with her. Basically another dangerous repeat. But if they met you before Bella’s transformation, you and Bella would probably connect even faster, since you’d both know what it feels like to be the only humans in a house full of vampires. Not that either of you would leave Edward out.
If you were a shapeshifter, things get more complicated. There’s a real chance you might reject them first. The Cullens have a long history with shapeshifters, and not always good, so that tension can get in the way of any romantic bond. But if you did accept them, Edward and Bella wouldn’t have to worry about your mortality anymore. You’d age slowly alongside them, which takes away the fear of losing you.
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CARLISLE CULLEN & ESME CULLEN
They were completely stunned by the discovery. You were probably working at the same hospital as Carlisle, which is where you first met him and Esme, when she stopped by to help volunteer. They weren’t shocked because they didn’t want another soulmate, but because they simply never expected one. Carlisle and Esme were the oldest couple in the family, the “parents,” and they were perfectly content being just that.
Still, finding you didn’t scare them. If anything, they were actually thrilled about it.
They’re easily the most welcoming pair when it comes to accepting you as their third soulmate. And the best part is: it doesn’t matter what you are. Human, vampire, shapeshifter—none of it changes the way they feel about you. If you were human, though, they would never push immortality on you. They’d only consider turning you if it was something you truly wanted or if you were in unbearable pain. Otherwise, they’d treasure your humanity for as long as you had it.
They adore you. Deeply. And they genuinely want to make the relationship work.
Out of all the couples, they take it the most lightly. They didn’t panic or spiral like some of the others did when they found their third mate, they just accepted it. Accepted you, and it was calm, soft and surprisingly chill.
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ALICE CULLEN & JASPER HALE-CULLEN
They weren’t shocked at all when they first met you because thanks to Alice’s visions, they already knew you were their soulmate. The shock had happened earlier, when Alice first saw you in one of her visions and nearly jumped out of her seat. Alice was ecstatic, glowing with excitement, while Jasper was happy but also a little overwhelmed. He needed time to process it, and during that time, they tried to learn as much as they could about you through Alice’s glimpses.
Jasper’s worries depended on what you were. If you were human, he feared hurting you because of his bloodlust, no matter how hard he tried to control it. If you were a vampire, he worried you’d see him as weak—someone who still struggled with blood control even after years of practice.
When you finally met them, Alice was the one who pulled you into everything right away. She wanted you involved, wanted you close, and she acted like you’d been part of their world forever. Jasper followed along quietly, staying close to you both. He tried to socialize whenever Alice got distracted or when there was a pause in the conversation.
Things got more complicated if you were a shapeshifter. They were cautious. Not because they disliked you, but because of the stereotypes they’d been told, the same ones that were obvious during Alice’s interactions with Jacob in New Moon. And to be honest, if you were a shapeshifter, you might reject them at first because of those views.
But it can work out. If they set aside their assumptions, open their minds, acknowledge the harm those stereotypes caused, and genuinely apologize, the three of you can rebuild that trust. And once that happens, the bond becomes even stronger because it’s built on honesty and growth.
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ROSALIE HALE-CULLEN & EMMETT CULLEN
While Emmett is easily the chillest about having a third mate—literally ecstatic, loud about it, and ready to claim you on the spot—Rosalie is one of the most cautious, right next to Edward. It’s not that she doesn’t trust you. She does want to get to know you, just like Emmett does. But opening her heart again after everything she’s been through and that’s hard for her. Years of betrayal and trauma don’t fade easily.
She might even act a little rude at first, intentionally putting up walls to protect herself. But honestly? You’d break down those defenses pretty fast. Rosalie has a soft spot for the people she loves, even if she tries to hide it, and she ends up adoring you way sooner than she wants to admit.
Emmett, of course, is the one joking with you, pulling you along to do stupid fun things, and learning everything about you from day one. Rosalie, in the beginning, might stand back, not talk much, roll her eyes at Emmett’s antics, but she’s always listening. She pays attention to everything you two say, even when she pretends she’s not. It’s one of her love languages: being present, staying aware, caring quietly before she’s ready to care loudly.
As you grow closer, her love starts showing more and more. She becomes the one dragging you out for shopping trips, or insisting on helping you with things, or just wanting you near her. Meanwhile, Emmett gets more comfortable too, opening up deeper parts of himself and sharing things he usually keeps hidden beneath jokes.
As for what you are, whether a vampire or shapeshifter, it doesn’t matter to them. They’d accept you either way. But if you’re human, it gets complicated. Rosalie has always wanted a human life: aging naturally, having a family, experiencing the things she lost. A part of her might want that for you too. And yet, she also knows being human puts you in danger just by being with them. It’s a dilemma for her—loving you, wanting you safe, and wanting you happy, even if it conflicts with her fears and wishes.
