#twilight fic request

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Chevy truck

Around Bella's 118th birthday, Rose gets a surge of nostalgia remembering Bella's human days.

Now that she's "less breakable" and doesn't need to drive a tank-proof car, Rosalie has the inkling of an idea...

She combs through local dealer auctions, antique auctions, online auctions, breaks into junkyards in the middle of the night.

Finally, she finds it. The exact make and model Chevy truck from Bella's fragile human existence. Only problem is it's sitting in someone's driveway in the middle of nowhere Iowa.

She pulls a decked out F150 from their garage and drives it to Iowa, intending to leave it in the Chevy's place. She pulls out the steering deck, connects two frayed wires and.....nothing.

Figures this wouldn't be easy. She considers carrying a whole ass truck across half the country before even contemplating giving up the idea.

Instead she pushes it a couple towns over, finds a covered spot to fix it up enough to drive.

Once she gets it back to her garage, she goes all out. She leaves all the original paint and interior, but opts for a complete engine overhaul. Still enough power to be as loud as Bella's original truck, but this one could hit 50 mph with ease.

On Bella's 118th birthday, Rose gives her the truck of her human existence, snow chains and all. The truck that almost got her killed and the Cullens discovered. The truck that Rose secretly kept fixing so Bella could squeeze the last bit of life out of it before Eddie got her a new car. On Bella's 118th birthday, Rose says I'm glad you came into our lives you stupid fragile human.

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Autumn

Okay but consider, Bella experiencing her second first fall as a vampire (the first one didn't count bc it was sandwiched between the demon baby and volturipocalypse). You know that dark academia ho fucking lives for autumn.

Even though she can't drink it, each morning she brews a new type of tea or coffee just to sit on the cottage patio with to enjoy the symphony of smells while she reads.

Every hunt is a new experience with all the additional sounds of the leaves crunching beneath the various animals about, even the aged leaves falling from trees make a distinct sound as they cascade toward earth. Their rich earthy smell the antithesis of the smells she catalogued in the sweetness of spring.

She and Edward enjoy running halfway to Canada and back, leaping off cliffs to get a better view of the golden/auburn/rust speckled trees of the mountainsides.

Um, the biggest and most intense leaf pile ever, courtesy of Jasper, followed by the biggest and most rambunctious cannonball by Emmett into the stacked pile, exploding the cluster into a 100 yard radius.

Painting scenery side by side with Esme as she explores colors she's never known in her human life, taking breaks to sit and chat in the afternoon sun on the balcony. The mix of the chilled breeze across her skin and the heat warming the air around her creating a delightful effect that almost feels like the whisps of fingertips.

Alice buying Every Sweater Ever Created until she finds the one most suited for Bella, only Bella insists on wearing her dad's old flannels.

Emmett makes one too many lumberjack jokes so she heads out to the forest and chops a tree down with her bare hands and breaks it into pieces to bring back to the Cullen residence to start a fire. She tries to be ironic and angry but she can really only focus on the way the flames play in Edward's eyes like nothing she's ever seen before.

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Ok but hear me out here anything about Jasper Whitlock

This was not my original post, but someone was like "Jasper gets real cozy to Jake in order to surprise Alice" and—

Jalice anniversary coming up, Alice does her usual "oh I'm not peaking" but is definitely watching his every move bit

Jasper, cunning southern gentleman and war strategist sees a loophole. Starts inviting Jake to everything.

"Jake, come play football with us."

"Jake, we've got all this food here for Charlie, help us out."

"Jake, I've got a reconstruction I'm working on, come with me to the junk yard?"

Sure enough, Alice can't see shit. Jazz gets even bolder and plans the final battle.

"Listen, Jake, I'm no good at this romance thing—" a lie, this Texan was dripping in charm "—and my girl and I have this anniversary coming up...what should I do? You always had a way with gifts from the heart." Innocence incarnate.

Jake suggests everything from "a new closet" to "stevie nicks tickets" but Jazz is barely even listening, plotting his own course of action.

A month later, Jake gets an invite in the mail. A fancy restaurant up in Seattle, meals paid for by none other than Jasper. He almost doesn't go, but something about the note makes him drag Leah along to go get a free meal.

Neither party notice each other when the maître d' leads Jasper and Alice to a private back room for their dinner. The restaurant is the ploy for the real surprise.

Alice leads the way back out the door, looking pleasantly disheveled. Jazz claps Jake on the shoulder, "You know how to fly a plane right?"

They spend the rest of the night falling out of the sky from a plane at about triple the normal parachuting height. Gifts from the heart are for people who have them, Jazz just really wants some high velocity hooking up.

Next year, Alice buys Jake an all expenses paid vacation for the month before their anniversary. Jazz doesn't fret, Leah has taken to helping surprise the psychic leech.

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Birth control

Each year, around the anniversary of her change, Rose makes a sizable donation to Planned Parenthood. Every year she tacks on a new women's shelter that she's come across during that year to donate to as well. She is single handedly responsible for most women's shelters and protective programs staying active in the PNW.

The family knows about it and wants to support how they can, but she's made it clear that it is her own private ritual. Every year during that week, her and Carlisle always go on their own hunting trip alone. They return lighter than when they left.

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Comfort

Listen while reading, Alice x Jasper, fluff

"Tell me what your thinking" she swept his honey golden hair away from his matching, yet troubled, eyes. Eyes that held a century of anguish locked away in their depths. She knew what he was thinking of course, that million-miles-away stare only meant one thing. Or rather, two thousand miles away to be more precise.

Her touch broke his reverie and he snapped back to present. He didn't speak for an immeasurable moment, taking in everything about the woman in his arms-his home. The early morning sun filtered hesitantly through the window, dancing across the skin of her exposed shoulder, up her neck and over her cheekbones, leaving a glistening trail where it touched. Her aura struck him like a pleasant perfume, just like the first time they met. If anyone of our kind is meant to have a soul, he thought, it's Alice. Her inner peace and compassion was intoxicating to him. Even with her underlying sense of worry making its notes known in the harmonious symphony, he was still in awe of the feelings of adoration and passion rolling off of her.

He knew he didn't have to say a word. She knew what occupied the better part of his mind, even after all these years. He brought a returning touch to her cheek, grazing down to her jaw. Her eyes did not unfocus as they bored into his, as they might have done with normal conversation with anyone else. She would weave in and out of the present and future, even predicting the boring conclusion of some of those conversations. She made an effort to remain present with him. Not predicting his words, but listening to them as they happened.

Her fingertips traced at the scars that littered his shoulder. They didn't bother him anymore, she had spent the last half century recreating a different kind of memory attached to each individual bite mark. Each scar she touched was a grounding memory of his life with her, rather than the vicious one that had come before.

"It's constant" he breathed. And it was. Just as she filled his life with hope, he filled it with anger. She drank at the water he drowned in, all the while he secretly broke the levee. He felt the remorse and guilt of selfishness, and they only seeded his anger further.

"It's not" she argued gently, tracing another scar beneath her fingers. "You and I are indefinite. Your past is quite the opposite. Finite, limited. If time is meaningless to us than the years that have passed are even more insignificant. There is an eternity to fill with your happiness and growth."

He knew of course she was right. An eternity to live meant an eternity to learn. He thought himself unchanging until he met Alice. In the years following, he had changed more than even in his human life. He chuckled softly, remembering their first hunt together.

"Of course, miss," he drawled, placing a kiss gently on her forehead first, and then her lips. He knew her words were as much for herself as they were for him. He felt a respite of peace and comfort, and let it wash over them both just like the morning sun.

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cat

Okay I've always wondered why the cullens don't keep a pet? (I stg no one better clown on this post with werewolf jokes or I will cut you) How could you go centuries without a furry lil bud to keep you company? Like are they afraid that if they get to thirsty they'll just sacrifice the pet or sth? Or are animals really that afraid of vampires? Either way....

One mother's day, Carlisle gets Esme, Rose and Alice kittens. One for each of them, barely a week old, taken from the same litter. He brought them home young, so they could get used to being around vampires without being afraid like normal cats might be instinctually.

They spend the next month bonding with their kittens, Alice makes them all coordinating baby clothes, Rose builds them an intricate cat castle and an outdoor enclosed playground, Esme bottle feeds them. These kittens are the most fiercely protected and ridiculously spoiled of any on earth and grow into intelligent and rambunctious young cats, running around the house at all hours of the night.

They don't care that their "humans" never sleep, or aren't warm to snuggle with. They appreciate twice the opportunity for playtime and a cool body to lay on to keep them evenly heated when sun bathing.

Their favorite hobby is tormenting Eddie Boy: stealing his socks and hiding them around the house, or lounging on the piano and hitting the odd key when he's trying to play. He complains but secretly loves it.

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snail

I hate you for this....

Emmett steps on a snail a la Kevin Malone running over a turtle in The Office

The snail is absolutely obliterated but Emmett hasn't really looked at a snail before so the blob looks normal to him.

He completely stops everyone's hunt and runs it back home, takes it to Carlisle's office to stitch/glue up

My dude spends a good hour making sure every shell fractal fits exactly in its original place. He even gets really into it and draws some sick decals and racing stripes for the lil guy. Finally *chef kiss* he's done.

He takes his dead lil buddy to go watch some college ball together, sits him on the couch next to him.

This himbo gets up to cheer for the ravens and sits his dumb ass back down on the dead snail.

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