#especially bella's and edwards and every one else

[lis-likes-fics]

Strange Obsession

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader Word Count: 1.8k words Prompt: Somnophilia Warnings: NSFW, smut, somnophilia (so dub/noncon themes), touching, no penetration, masturbation, panty stealing, Edward's a pervert but we knew that already... A/N: Yeah... Okay.

You look so peaceful.

Moonlight streams in through your curtains as Edward stands in the corner of your room. Your blankets, rustled by your rest, no longer cover your chest and sit, instead, around your waist. Your shirt is so thin, he could see the outline of your nipples through it.

And he can smell your sticky arousal from where he stands.

It's a little unnerving. He’s been coming here for weeks, watching you sleep, listening to your dreams. And when you haven't quite fallen asleep yet, he can still hear your thoughts from the safety of the night outside.

Sometimes he even gets to hear your really intimate ones. He can see through your eyes, clouded in pleasure as you try to stifle your little sounds. He can see the images flashing behind your eyes as you plunge your fingers inside of yourself.

Sometimes even he makes an appearance in these thoughts—a flash of his face or his hands behind your eyes. It's enough to make him keep coming.

He knows he shouldn't be doing this—it's weird and perverted. He should turn around and leave—at least in this new girl's apparent lack of thoughts, he had a valid obsession for coming back. It's a much more potent intrigue.

But there's something about you that draws him, something darker than whatever it is he's found in his heart for Bella Swan.

Your blood is not nearly as maddening. He can hear and see your thoughts clear as day. Your beauty is not so ordinary as Bella’s, and more plainly seen. He's spent time talking to you, and you're not especially remarkable. And yet…

When you begin to stir, he almost runs. But you don't wake.

The slightest sound slips from your lips, a sigh—almost a whimper, even. He watches as you turn onto your belly, your blankets slipping from your body and allowing him to feast on the sight of you.

You're bare beneath the oversized shirt you wear. The shirt has ridden up your back during your adjustment and he can see the bare curve of your ass in the gentle moonlight through the window. One of your legs is bent, meaning his view is only elevated to something even more scandalous.

Images of bare bodies, sweaty skin, grinding and gripping arise within your mind. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, a silent groan in his throat at the sounds of moans and whimpers fill every recess of your thoughts.

Edward doesn't necessarily intend to move forward, but he does. His feet take slow, impossibly silent steps toward you. He reaches out his hand at his side, his fingers flexing and unflexing as he longs to press his fingers to your skin. His fingertips are careful in their venture, brushing delicate flesh and feeling the warmth of your skin radiating off of you.

His eyes catch something peeking out from beneath your blanket and he sees a sliver of pink. Wordlessly, he reaches for it and wraps pale fingers around soft, pink panties. They're damp with what he has come to recognize as your arousal. He smells it in the halls of the school, he smells it when he stands outside of your window at night. It is uniquely you, and it's maddening.

He shuts his eyes and watches the movie in your mind, sensual images of pleasure making it harder for him to resist tangling his fingers in your underwear and bringing them to his nose.

He inhales the scent like honeyed roses, sighing longingly as he presses them closer. It smells sweet, this saccharine scent that fills his mind with nothing but you—makes him grateful for the fact that no one else can hear the thoughts rushing through his head as an arousal he's not used to grows and grows in the pit of his stomach.

When you whimper again, he opens his eyes to see as you grind your hips shallowly into your mattress. Your thoughts are the same, if not more desperate. Your breaths are uneven, interrupted by tiny mewls. He watches as your growing need for pleasure rises within you until he thinks he won't be able to hold himself back any longer.

Edward almost doesn't realize it when his hand drops to his jeans, pulling down the zipper to relieve the hardness of his cock being restricted by the fabric. He stifles a groan when he glances down at himself, too stiff to be ignored as he finally, slowly, shamefully brings his hand to his cock and wraps it tightly around himself.

He's too far gone now. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, knows that it's wrong, that it's perverted. He should never have showed up in the first place.

But you're so peaceful now, even with the way you keen into your mattress and whine at the sinful thoughts in your head. He doesn't know why it's affecting him so deeply, why hearing your thoughts throughout the day, seeing you walk the halls, smelling you in the recesses of his mind makes him so adamant on being here. Even if it were all strictly innocent, he would still be here, watching you sleep watching you dream of pleasure.

He just wants to know what it's like…to be here, with you, in you. His mind is riddled with it, dirtied with it. He wants so badly to have you.

He fists his cock with an unsympathetic hand, stroking and gripping, trying so hard to be done with such a sinful deed. He wishes you didn't exist. He wishes you were never born so that he wasn't standing here, fisting his cock over your half-naked body as he held your panties to his nose.

You continue to grind into your bed to no avail, your whines only deepening when you cannot tame your need.

He's only helping. At least, that's what he'll tell himself when this is all over.

He bends over you, moving closer as his fingertips trail your back again. A tiny hum tickles his ears as they travel farther down, over the dip of your back, over the curve of your bottom. Your hips become a little more eager.

He lets his hand fall between your thighs, and he cups your arousal with a frigid palm. Your hips jerk slightly, but you don't wake.

He pulls his hand away, staring at his palm now slick with your wetness. He brings it close, inhales deeply, lets out a shaky sigh as he lets the scent of you invade his senses.

Edward lays the back of his hand against the bed, securely beneath you as he presses a finger to your clit. He keeps it there, does nothing else. He's steady and still as a statue as he watches you grind against his hand, losing breath in your sleep as a new pressure to your clit adds the pleasure you were needing.

Your tiny sounds grow as you aid yourself in finding a release. He purses his lips to keep quiet as he wraps your panties around his cock and strokes.

Between your breathy whines and his sinful arousal, all thoughts of fleeing have left his mind. He focuses on the thoughts flashing through your head, the way you grind your hips into his hand as you rub your clit over his still finger. Your fingers grip the sheets, your mind reels.

Edward grips himself almost uncomfortably, fucking his fist to your thoughts and your scent and your squirming hips. He can hear the sounds in your head fuzzing, he can see the image becoming brighter as it almost renders itself white noise.

You breathe a moan, a legitimate moan that has him opening his eyes to see your face, half pressed into your pillow. Your eyes flick rapidly behind your eyelids, your brows furrowing in a distant concentration. Sweat is beginning to prick along your spine.

He's not going to be able to hold out much longer—which is good. Being here, doing this, it's a line he knows he should not have crossed. The sooner he can relieve himself of his perverted act, the sooner he can leave you be. Maybe this will be the last time he comes to you. Maybe after this, he will be satisfied enough not to feel the need to come back.

The softness of your panties around his cock is intoxicating. His hips buck into his hand, and he nearly forgets to stay quiet when a sigh falls out of him. He watches your face, enamored by you and your pleasure as you continue to use his hand to find what you so desperately crave.

Your sounds become a little louder, loud enough to mask any puffs of breath he might let escape as the pleasure swells in him.

When he cums, it's a shameful feeling that overcomes him as he continues to fuck his cock into your panties. He stains them with his release, grunting as he loses himself in the pleasure, in your thoughts, in the mewls of your budding ecstasy. It shocks his system and settles once more as a heavy sinking in the pit of his stomach.

He's catching his breath, a deeply subconscious action that he does not realize is taking place until he can hear his breaths in his own ears again. He holds it immediately, steadying his thoughts to try and steer away from the continued filth of yours.

His eyes are glued to you when you find your release. Your jaw drops to let out a surprised moan as you grind harder, slower into his hand. Your arms flex as you grip the sheets, pulling yourself up. The sight is something he will never forget. It will stay with him forever.

And that is how he knows this will not be the last time.

His thoughts are cut short when the white noise of your thoughts are abruptly stolen into something he recognizes as consciousness. In hardly a second, he's tucked back into his jeans and fled from your bedroom window. It's closed so swiftly and so silently that you have no time to even realize it was open to begin with.

You catch your breath, opening your eyes and glancing around you as you try to figure out what this light, airy feeling in your body is coming from. You glance down between your thighs, slick with an arousal you had not fallen asleep with. As you tap your clit experimentally, you're surprised to find its sensitivity.

How did you cum in your sleep?

You glance around once more, as if looking for clues before ultimately coming short. You clammer out of bed to clean yourself up, looking to go back to sleep as quickly as possible.

Edward stands outside of your window, your panties still gripped in his hand, still stained with your arousal and his cum. He shoves them into his pocket and lets out a silent breath.

He will be back.

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[panlight]

I remember seeing a post once about how Bella's only really ~selfless~ when it comes to the Edward/the Cullens and i honestly agree.

even if midnight sun supposedly gave more moments of bella's told ~kindness and selflessness~ in the main books where they're actually from HER pov there are still plenty moments where it comes off otherwise.

She only really gets close to jacob just to have him tell her about the legends, so she can figure out more about edward/his family, to which in MS Edward gets this ✨brilliant✨ idea to use that as a "justification" to slaughter a tribe that already is willing to allow his family in their area despite having EVERY right to not welcome them due to what their kind can do to their people. so that's..fun :) (actually speaking of MS, I can't get over how edward is bitching about billy being rightfully leery of them and hates how he sees them as monsters despite saying the same things to Bella whenever he wants to convince her of how dangerous their relationship/her choice to be a vampire is. lol)

In new moon, she only decides to reconnect with Jessica mainly to "get Charlie off her back" and when Jessica gets rightfully upset that she nearly got into trouble approaching some shady guys in a bar, Bella sees Jessica as "having gone to the dark side". Like?? Bella, your lucky she even still bothered to hang out with you after giving her the cold shoulder for months. And the first time you two hang out, you nearly endangered yourself AND her all because you wanted to see a figment of Edward in your head.

In fact! While I like Jacob's friendship with Bella in new moon (idc if people said it was boring because "no vampires"; the platonic chemistry bella and jacob had was 👌👌) the fact was Bella's original plan to see Jacob was to get him to fix the bikes so she can keep seeing "Edward" in her head.

I remember being irritated at Bella mostly at the end of New Moon, tbh. A moment that stood out was when Charlie was mad at Edward for leaving her behind and what he did to her (as a good father SHOULD) yet Bella threatens him to leave home if he won't ease up on edward as if he's the one who doesn't get it?? Bella sucks in that scene because earlier she LEARNS how hard it was for Charlie, seeing her like that and trying every possible way to help her (only for Bella to reject it each time) and yet he's expected to deal with the same guy who, from his perspective, broke his daughter's heart like nothing happened??

In Eclipse, while Bella's moment with Angela helping her with the letters was nice (wish we got more of these small moments, especially if Angela was supposedly such a good friend to her), it's tainted with how it was mainly so she wouldn't have to confront Edward's anger (yikes) for her seeing Jacob.

Actually, most of Eclipse i really disliked how Bella kinda see's anyone that doesn't kiss ass to the Cullens or are completely okay with her despite how she treated them during her depression period as the "bad guys" (Bella's words on her classmates: "us vs them").

Honestly, Breaking Dawn was such a hot mess (though our little friend group may be revisiting the entire saga (which will unfortunately include BD) next year for it's 20th anniversary, so...godspeed lol) but the main thing that stood out was how she and the Cullens were just...willing to host all the visiting vampires over at Forks, these vampires who DO feed on human blood, and risk all the children of the tribe phasing into wolves. And ALL she has to say about either are "well, them feeding on humans makes me uncomfortable but oh well :( " and "with all these vampires, the explosion of werewolf population was inevitable :0" Tbh it's not just Bella in this situation, the Cullens in here really suck. There was NO reason they couldn't just meet somewhere else. I do partially blame Jacob for it too, because I *think* there was this line where he talks (to Edward iirc?) about how hard it is to be away from Ricochet, but dude! Just go with them! You don't need to endanger the younger people in your tribe! You of ALL people should know what that's like!!

So far that's all i have to say becus that's all I can remember (though that might change once our friend book club get together next year for the saga's 20th, where our memories will be much more fresh XD). it's just,,,UGH, I can't wrap my head with how Edward and Jacob go on about Bella being so ~selfless~ with Jacob even going on about how she's a ~martyr when really, her selflessness is either selective, or mostly just self-serving.

I really enjoy the Jacob and Bella friendship, too, but when you stop and think about it . . . it all started with her using him. The first time she awkwardly attempted to flirt with him to get him to tell her the 'scary stories' on the beach, and then in New Moon she shows up out of nowhere because she wants him to fix the bikes. Bella eventually realizes like "oh hey I genuinely like spending time with Jake," but it started with "what can I get out of him?"

And like, fine! Humans do that kind of stuff! We're flawed! It's just weird the narrative is demonizing Jessica for like, mostly hanging out with Bella to try and get some of Bella's instant popularity to rub off on her, but Bella gets a pass for her treatment of Jacob because Protagonist. Bella's allowed to be flawed, that's great, makes her more interesting, but the overall narrative is still like "omg so SELFLESS" and it's like, um sometimes?

And yeah I will always hate the Breaking Dawn feeding situation. There are so many better ways to resolve it. But I think SM ultimately wasn't really interested in the vegetarian vampire stuff beyond just needing a reason Edward and Bella could be together. There are fun things she could have done here if she like, cared. She's already established that Carlisle is buying blood. Maybe their guests would have found it delightfully amusing to be served blood in wine glasses or Esme could make like 1950s housewife blood Jello molds or something. OR there could have been arguments about it! Carlisle trying to persuade them, Emmett challenging them "bet you can't go a week on our diet plan!" Rosalie sneering in disgust. Siobhan testing her maybe-power by trying to see if she can will everyone to abstain. OR they were literally only there for like two weeks. That's the average length of time between hunting. The book kind of makes it feel like they were there for a long time, but the earliest showed up middle of December and the confrontation is on New Year's Eve. Also I can't get over the idea that all these people KNOW Carlisle. Some have known him longer than the other Cullens have! You don't go visit your devout vegan friend and expect to be served bacon cheeseburgers. You try the tofu stir-fry.

But SM didn't really want to get into it, so Bella doesn't super care. I personally think "it makes me a little uncomfortable" was just the laziest, least satisfying way to handle it. And the shifters just having to stand there and watch because oh well we need them to witness for Nessie and she's Jacob's imprint so she matters more than anyone else is, uh, not good. Especially when earlier in the SAME BOOK Sem straight-up says: "When blood drinkers cross our land, we destroy them, no matter where they plan to hunt. We protect everyone we can." Again, there could be interesting conflict here, but it would shift the focus from the Bella and Nessie stuff, so Bella just feels a little bad and we move on.

But anyway yeah I think Bella's the most selfless when it comes to grand gestures. She'll exile herself to Forks so Renee will be free to travel, she'll sacrifice herself to James to save her mom, she'll consider stabbing herself with a rock to distract Victoria and Riley to save Edward and Seth, she'll risk her life and dreamed-of eternity with Edward to bring Renesmee into the world. But in the day-to-day stuff, she can be just as selfish and manipulative and judgmental as anyone else. She's 'human,' even when she's not human anymore.

[cullen-cannons]

The Cullens On Snow Days ❄️

Because of their shiny skin, the Cullens tend to live more north which means snow days. YAY! Even if high schools* in places that get snow often don't give snow days, there's always the weekend plus the Cullens don't have to sleep. This means epic snow baseball, extreme sledding, snowboarding, and skiing if they are in the mountains at the time.

ALICE: Loves making snow angels with Renesmee. Makes new coats for Ren every winter. She finds a frozen lake hidden away in the woods and ice skates with Jasper, they're both very graceful so it's like on a whole other level. Alice is into jumping and things like that, but Jasper's favourite part is just holding her hand. After they've had their time to themselves they invite everyone else along. 

She usually sits out of Snow fights but if a snowball hits her (and whatever designer coat she's wearing) she will make it her mission for the rest of the day to pelt that person with snowballs continuously. (Spoiler Alert: it's usually Emmet, and no it was definitely not an accident. He loves getting his little sister involved in the game and she enjoys it.) Once she's on to you she's sneaky, fast, and vicious.

BELLA: hasn't completely forgotten her dislike of the cold and wet, but she can't deny the beauty of actually soft snow. (Nothing compared to her Edward, of course) With her new cooler body temperature she is more willing to try it out. Also Ren really wants to make snow angles with her so, how can she say no?

Her balance has improved greatly but she is still hesistant by instinct to try ice skating. She does have an open mind and as soon as she starts, she loves it.

In terms of snow fights it depends she can either be all the way in, matching Emmet's level of silliness or she can be content to sit on the sidelines and girl talk with Esme, Alice and Rosalie.

CARLISLE: and Esme will go on walks through the woods together. They might stop to make snow angels and lie in the cool snow together. He loves ice skating with Esme. And with Rosalie, Alice, and Bella for father-daughter bonding. Ren also likes to skate with him.

Like Bella, he can go either way. He loves playing with his children and is always good for a fun time (within reason). He builds snow people with Renesmee and with Esme. He will occasionally ask Edward to help for nostalgia for when it was just them. 

EDWARD: Makes snow angels with Renesmee and ice skates with Bella. He enjoys sitting with Bella and watching Ren play but can't resist challenging Emmet to a snow fight. He enjoys making snow angels with Carlisle and when Renesmee wants to make one too, he holds her up so she can put the hat on top.

EMMET: Is down for anything, he loves snow angels with his niece, and once added details to make a snow vampire. He and Rosalie usually skate together, but when he's skating alone he goes really fast and always ends up dragging Edward, Jacob, or Jasper into a game of chicken. The girls cheer from the side. Carlisle has to step in before the noise of them crashing into each other raises suspicion among the humans.

He drags Rosalie into whatever games that the boys have going on.

WANTS TO SET THE GUINNESS WORLD RECORD FOR TALLEST SNOWMAN (AND BIGGEST SNOWBALL) IN THE WORLD. Carlisle says no but he's already started and it's 10 feet already.

ESME: Loves making snow angels and Ice skating with Carlisle and her "children" especially Edward and Renesmee. Esme has never cared too much about clothes (though, of course, she loves looking nice and indulging Alice) so she always goes all in with the fights. She's not an S teir fighter, but she can hold her own alright and is The Fun Mom who will go along with Emmet and the boys' shenanigans.

JACOB: is relatively new to the real snow experience having lived on the reservation near the beach all his life so he still has the childish excitement whenever it snows. He is happy to join Emmet and the others tomfoolery and is usually the one who starts the extreme sled races. 

He gives Renesmee rides through the snow on his back in wolf form. Shields her in snowfights and gets called out for cheating but it's okay he knows she can hold her own.

JASPER: Ice skates with Alice and they make snow angels. 

He's fierce in snow fights and loves group snow fights but he usually waits for other people to challenge him one on one. Once he is challenged though he always wins. He can go kind of overboard and he knows it, so he asks Alice to ref.

Alice always cheers for him cheesily "get him, baby!" and stuff like that. He pretends to dislike it slightly more than he does.

He aways goes along when Alice or Renesmee want him to help build a snow people.

RENESMEE: Makes snow angels and takes turns ice skating with everybody. She loves snowfights.

ROSALIE: Doesn't want to ruin her clothes but can't resist the romantic aspect of making snow angels with Emmet. She loves ice skating. Can join the snow fights if she so wishes. She'll often come in the middle and only throw snowballs at Edward. And then she'll say "I'm not playing" when the others try to hit her back.

Other times she gets super into it.

She calls Edward's snow people ugly and stops when she notices Carlisle looking a bit sad because he worked on it too. She praises Ren's snowpeople.

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Uncovering the Secrets (2/?)

Jacob Black x Swan!Reader

Summary: Y/N is founding out more than she could ever imagine about the Cullens. Not only that, but she learns some things about her best friend.

Warnings: regular twilight things

Date Uploaded: 6/15/24

Word Count: 2887

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It had been a week since the incident in the woods. Y/N was still filled with confusion. She wondered where the answers to her questions lied. Her attempts to talk to Bella lead to dead ends, especially since she was still in her depressive episode due to Edwards absence. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N! The Cullens haven’t done anything wrong! You must have had a really weird dream while you were laying in the woods.” There it was again. That same excuse. She was trying to be convinced that what she had experienced in the woods was just a dream. First, Jacob tried convincing her, now it was Bella. 

Bella turned to walk away from Y/N and leave the house. Remaining, was a frustrated Y/N. She was going to figure out the Cullen’s secrets, no matter what the cost. She raced upstairs and flung open Bella’s door to her room. It looked relatively the same as it did when they were children and to how it looked when they moved in about a year ago. Because of this, Bella was made to be predictable. Without the movement of any furniture and decorations, the same hiding spots remained. 

Y/N walked over to Bella’s desk and pulled open the first drawer. Nothing of value in the first drawer. She opens the second drawer, nothing but books and papers about the supernatural. Finally the third drawer held what she desired: Bella’s journal. It’s nothing too flashy. Had it been anyone else that found this journal, they would have thought it was a simple notebook, but Y/N knew that it held more power than that. Y/N quickly grabbed the journal from the drawer and raced to her room, making sure to close her bedroom door on the way. 

She sits on her bed and flips through the pages, some of them boring and romantic. But there’s one entry that catches her eye:

“March 20th, 2005

I knew something was wrong the second I stepped into the ballet studio. The room was filled with mirrors and smelled faintly of dust and memories—this was where I used to dance as a child. But now, it was a trap. James had tricked me, using a fake video of my mom to lure me here.

Before I could react, he was already there. Calm, confident, and terrifying. He spoke casually, as if we were just having a conversation, but every word he said felt like a countdown. He wanted to hurt me—to break me—because it thrilled him to hunt something Edward cared about.

I tried to run, but it was useless. He was too fast. His strength was beyond human. The pain came quickly as he threw me into the mirrors, glass shattering around me, slicing my skin. Then I felt the worst of it—his teeth on my hand. A burning fire began to spread through my blood. I realized what he had done: he bit me.

Everything after that blurred. I screamed. I thought I was going to die. But just before the darkness took over, Edward and the others arrived. I heard fighting and voices, but I was slipping away—burning from the inside. I begged Edward to let me go, but he wouldn’t. He made the impossible choice and sucked the venom from my bloodstream, saving my life.”

An ice cold feeling flooded Y/N’s bloodstream. 

“What the fuck.”

Y/N had spent an hour going through Bella’s journal. It contained everything from when they had arrived in Forks to when Y/N had her accident. This was even more unbelievable than what she had experienced in the woods. None of this could possibly be true. Vampire and werewolves, those things didn’t exist. Bella had never been a writer and the idea of her having such complex fantasies–unimaginable. 

Her mind was racing with all of the information from Bella’s diary. What should she even do? She thought about what she should do for a few moments before reaching over to her nightside table to grab her phone. She searched through the contacts before finding the one she wanted and pressing the dial button. 

“Jake, can you come over”

Within a half hour, Jacob was knocking on the front door of the Swan house. Y/N raced downstairs, almost tripping as she did so, and swung open the door. The sight shocked Y/N. While, yes, it was her friend Jacob in front of her, his appearance was much different than it had been a week ago. Jacob, instead of being the small framed boy, was taller and his arms were much thicker. 

“Woah, Jake, you know that steroids are really bad for you right?”

��Yeah, yeah, ha, ha,” Jacob faked amusement while pushing through the doorway. “So, you wanted me to come over?” his lips curled up into a smirk.

Y/N grabbed his hand and started dragging Jacob up the stairs, “Come with me.”

When they reached her room, Y/N thrust the diary into Jacob’s chest. “I told you something was going on with the Cullens,” Y/N sat on her bed as Jacob flipped through the journal. 

Jacob looked amused as he read sections of the diary, “What are you talking about? This is great writing. This isn’t yours is it?”

Y/N looked puzzled, “What, no, Jake, don’t you realize what this means?” A confused look grew on Jacob’s face the longer he tried to figure out what Y/N was looking for. Y/N groaned in frustration, “I was right! All of those things I saw in the woods, they’re true. Well, I can’t really believe that it’s true, but Bella doesn’t write like this. It’s too detailed to be fake. Plus, from what I can tell, the man I met in the woods is Laurant, this creepy vampire that’s in this rogue gang. Edward killed one of them and now they want to kill Bella, but he got confused when he met me. Bella’s been looking into those weird murders and disappearances around town, she thinks it might be werewolves.”

“Okay, okay,” Jacob closed the diary, threw it on the bed, and pulled Y/N up from her sitting position. “This is obviously a story that Bella made up. This is fiction.”

Y/N shook her head violently, “No, Jake, everyone’s been telling me what happened in the woods was a dream, but this proves that it might have actually happened.”

“Y/N,” Jake's voice became stern and his hands moved to hold her upper arms, “you need to let this go. This isn’t good for you.”

Y/N sucked her teeth then hung her mouth open, “But, it’s,”

“No, stop this. Please, let this go.” Y/N closed her mouth and searched Jacob’s eyes for anything but aggression. “You’re not gonna let this go are you?” he asked. 

“No, not even a little bit.”

It was from that moment that Y/N’s relationship with Jacob changed. Jacob became distant, ignoring Y/N’s calls and even telling Billy to lie for him about where he was. It was a drastic change for both of them. Y/N felt lost. Her best friend was beginning to disappear from her life. 

As the weeks went on, she had heard whispers around town about Sam Uley’s gang. Y/N wondered if Jacob had gotten caught up in that crowd. No one knew much about them, but they were always marketed as people you should stay away from. They were all beautiful and strong which made them intimidating. Jacob had mentioned them once or twice throughout their friendship, but Y/N hadn’t been concerned Jacob joined the gang until his sudden changes in behavior. 

The entire situation didn’t make any sense to Y/N. Yes, he started acting strange once she pushed the subject of the Cullens, but there had to be something else going on. No matter what their arguments were about, he never would have left her.

After days of waiting for the situation to make itself better, Y/N decided that she would fix it herself. She took the keys to the truck and made her way outside. On her way to Jacob’s house, she thought about all the things that she would say. There were so many ways to approach the situation, but which was the right one? If he wasn’t in a gang, then he could get offended at the suggestion. If he was in a gang, they would get him in trouble for telling her. She’d have to decide soon. 

She pulled into Jacob’s driveway, still unsure about the decisions that she was making. While knocking on his front door, she thought about turning around, but she couldn’t, not when she was so close to the answers. 

“Y/N,” Billy answered after opening the door. 

“I need to see him.”

Billy’s face was covered with annoyance, “He’s not in.”

Y/N took a deep breath and pushed past Billy, “I’m sorry but I really need to see him.”

“Y/N,” Billy said sternly. 

As she swung open the door to Jacob’s room, she quickly learned that Billy had lied to her. Jacob was in fact in his house. He was asleep in his bed, arm hanging over the side. He looked so relaxed as he slept. Y/N couldn’t help but want to wake him up. As she went to do so, she realized that he looked even different than he had when they last saw each other. He looked even stronger. His muscles, exposed because of a muscle tank top, were beautifully highlighted by the sun peaking through the window. 

Then, Y/N’s fears became reality. Voices could be heard from the woods. When Y/N looked towards the direction of the sound, she saw the people she didn’t want to see: Sam Uley, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, and Embry Call. Adrenaline ran through her body and her breathing increased in speed as she rushed out of the house. 

“What did you do,” she yelled sternly towards the boys. “What did you do,” she approached Sam and with all the strength she could muster pushed her arms against him.

“Hey!” Jared yelled back.

“Easy,” Sam replied as he looked towards the other members of his pack. 

“He never wanted this.”

“What did we do?” Paul asked, his voice filled with venom and his shoulders puffed up, “What did he do? What did he tell you?”

Sam tried to mediate, “Both of you calm down.”

“Nothing, he tells me nothing because he’s scared of you!” The only response that Y/N got was a series of laughs from Paul. Anger overflowed Y/N’s body and without a second thought her fist was flying towards Paul’s face. 

“Too late now,” Embry joked. 

Paul started to vibrate with anger and his breathing became erratic. His muscles were starting to flex in a way that Y/N thought they might be contorting. She had never seen anyone get this angry and almost regretted punching him. 

“Y/N, get back. Paul, calm down now,” Sam placed a hand in front of Paul. Growls started to emerge from Paul’s throat as anger surrounded him. 

Y/N took several steps back as Paul’s body fell forward. Before her eyes, she watched as Paul turned from a grown man into a large wolf, similar to the ones she’d seen in the woods. Y/N wasted no time in turning around and running back towards the Black’s house. Every other step she looked behind her at the sight in order to confirm that it was still happening. Her heart pounded and her nerves ignored every other sense besides the ones that were aiding her escape.

“Y/N!” Jacob yelled from the porch. He jumped over the railing and ran as quickly as he could. 

“Jake, run!”

The two were close to colliding before Y/N fell to the ground. As she fell, Jacob leaped into the air and he too transformed into a giant wolf. Y/N’s mouth fell open as her heart continued to pump quickly in her chest. The wolf, Jake, growled at the wolf that was once Paul. It was while looking at the two fight that Y/N realized that she had seen the reddish brown wolf–Jacob–before. He had been there. He had been in the woods when she almost made a vampire’s dinner. 

The two wolves continued fighting until they both ended up rolling into the woods. Sam started to follow them before turning to Jared and Embry, “Take Y/N to Emily’s.”

Despite hearing the direction, Y/N wasn’t going to follow suit. She had no reason to listen to Sam’s instruction. She hadn’t joined his gang so she was under no obligation to listen to him. As Jared and Embry made their way toward Y/N, she quickly rose from her position on the ground and ran towards her truck. 

“Y/N, wait!” but she didn’t wait. She continued to run towards her truck, fling open the driver’s side door, put the key in the ignition, and throw her truck into reverse. By the time she had done this, Jared and Embry had approached. “Y/N, please, let us take you to Emily’s,” Embry begged, “It’ll all make more sense then.” 

Y/N’s voice shook as she spoke, “No, I just want to go home. Please, just let me leave.”

Embry looked to Jared for approval. The two nodded at each other then at Y/N. “Just,” Embry sighed, “wait for Jake to explain everything to you. Don’t,” he looked towards Jared, “tell anyone.” 

Y/N nodded her head and made her way out of the driveway. Looking in the rear mirror, she could see Jared and Embry watching her leave. 

When she returned home, she ignored both Charlie and Bella as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She layed on her bed and stared out the window as she contemplated what just happened to her. Everything was true. What had happened to her in the woods really happened. Vampires were real. Werewolves were real. Did this mean that every supernatural entity that they tell you stories about was true? 

She laid there watching the sky change color as she sorted through her mind. She thought about all of the things that had happened to her and Bella while they were in Forks. Now, with this new information, she started thinking about things differently. When people were getting killed a year ago, were those  vampires or werewolves? Were the Cullens dangerous? Was Jacob dangerous? 

She considered these questions until there was a knock on her door. Uninterested in who it was, she remained laying on her bed. Despite her not answering the door, it still creaked open. With her back facing the doorway, she was unsure who was entering her room but assumed it to be her father or sister. 

“Y/N,” oh how wrong she was. She turned her head to see her friend Jacob Black in her doorway. He stood with a shy look on his face, barely able to make eye contact with her. 

Y/N remained silent and faced back towards the window. In response, Jacob sighed and walked to her bed. As he sat down he said, “I know you're probably really mad.” 

This caused Y/N to roll her eyes, “Mad, no Jacob I’m furious. How could you lie to me?” Y/N sat up and faced her sorrowful friend, “I tried to tell you what I saw and not only did you try to convince me I was dreaming, but you were there!” 

“I did it to protect you!” Jacob’s face was covered in pain, his emotions overwhelming him. “If I told you then you’d be in danger. We’re not supposed to let outsiders know about this stuff.”

“So when I basically told you that I knew what was happening you decided you still needed to lie to me?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it? I could have gotten killed. That’s dangerous enough. So now that I’m starting to get in danger it makes more sense for me to not know?”

“I’m still learning to control myself.” 

“And I have and always will trust you to not hurt me, Jake. But now, I don’t know if I can trust you to not lie to me.” 

Jacob’s eyes were filled with sadness. His body was tense as he looked at the girl in front of him—his best friend. They were always there for each other and he didn’t want this to be the reason they couldn’t continue their journey together. “Y/N, you have to understand,” Jacob sighed, “I care about you.” 

“If you cared about me then you wouldn’t have lied to me.”

Jacob looked down to avoid eye contact with Y/N. He didn’t know how to fix this. She was so upset, reasonably so, that he didn’t think that he could fix this. Jacob decided that she needed space. Sometimes that’s all you need. “I do care about you,” he said as he got up from the bed and walked towards the door. Before exiting he turned to Y/N, “I’ll be around when you’re ready to talk.” With that, Jacob closed the door behind him. 

[thegamingcatmom]

Instinct (Tanya Denali x fem reader)

Right so, how do yall think single!Tanya would react if she just kinda...stumbled upon the one, completely unexpected? One would think if you got a cousin who's able to see the future then surely they would've given you a lil heads-up, so you wouldn't make an absolute fool out of yourself.

Spoiler alert: Alice did not give her a lil heads-up.

However-

Before we dive deeper I feel like it should be mentioned our girl´s been existing for a millenium, doing pretty damn good without someone constantly breathing down her neck, tyvm. It´s not like she couldn´t have someone constantly breathing down her neck, puh-leeze. Girl could have anyone she desires and we all know it. She knows it.

Besides, it´s not like she´s been entirely on her own when it comes to physical matters. There´s been flings and ONSs and perhaps she´s even tried to be exclusive with someone here and there - I wouldn´t call it "relationship" though. I can´t see Tanya Denali binding herself to just any mortal. She´d never put her family in harm´s way simply because she couldn´t keep her hands to herself-

...like someone else did.

(No, I do not consider Bella to be Edward´s mate. She is his singer, that´s different.)

As open-minded and free-spirited as the Denalis are, they´d never go against the laws of the Volturi. Tanya will make personally sure they won´t.

However, one can´t deny that this world could get quite...lonesome, especially when one has been living for as long as the sisters have. I don´t think Tanya would ever openly admit it, but she was lonely. She was yearning for something more than the occasional fling or ONS.

That´s how this whole thing with Edward started. He was a vampire, he was single, he was there. That´s all this was, imo. All of it combined seemed like the perfect match and seeing how our girl got people probably tripping over themselves to fulfill her every wish, surely this time wouldn´t be any different-

...Except, it was different. Eddy didn´t bite - that was a first. Something Tanya wasn´t used to, perhaps - hence why she was so hellbent on making things work between them. Our girl loves a good challenge.

(Human!Tanya in today´s day and age would be a total Daddy´s girl - used to getting her way and never been told "No". Yall can´t convince me otherwise.)

I´ve said it before: Tanya is a woman who will go after what she´s set her eyes on with everything she´s got. And what she´s set her eyes on wasn´t necessarily Edward himself, but rather what he represented - an end to her solitude.

Well, it didn´t work out in the end - obviously. But that craving for something more persisted. Enter-

"You", a husky voice almost breathed to your left, causing you to startle slightly before turning to take a look at the blonde wom-

...bombshell of a woman, who was currently staring at you like she´s never seen another human being in her life. Or perhaps you got something on your face.

In any case, that unblinking stare was quite unnerving.

"Uh...hey? Can I help you?" That came out a tad bit more aggressive than you intended but, in your defense, it´s been a long day.

You´ve only just had time to sit down and unwind after having packed up your whole life and shiped it here, to Alaska - your new home. Or, well, what you hoped would become your new home, in time. You´ve always struggled with adjusting to changes and this one was huge, but more than that: necessary. You wouldn´t have made it otherwise, of that you were certain.

So, here you were now - trying to enjoy some well-deserved me time in this little coffee shop you found when you were taking your first stroll through the quaint town of Fairbanks.

...Emphasis on trying, because that woman was still staring at you. She still hasn´t blinked yet. You don´t think any part of her has moved since she came to stand before you like a bearer of bad news. Honestly? You were starting to believe it. Something about this situation - about her - just felt off.

The exasperation that was steadily creeping up on you increased tenfold when some other blonde bimbo approaches, eyes laser-focused on your weird altercation, wearing a smile that showed way too much teeth-

Ugh.

'Can´t one enjoy their overpriced and incredibly stale coffee in peace? Goddammit-'

Off to a good start...

As for our proud coven leader?

Tanya had been suffering this...itch for the past couple of days. She hadn´t been able to make sense of it, hadn´t been able to figure out why she was experiencing it in the first place. All she could focus on was how utterly distracting it was, how much of a power it held over her - making her stumble through this town in search of its source. It was driving her mad.

That near magnetic pull seemed to have reached its peak today, the force of it almost bringing her down to her knees. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn´t seeing. She pushed through the haze, body on autopilot, blindly following wherever instinct seemed to lead her. She was close - so close she could nearly taste it-

The jingling of a bell registered somewhere within her, sounding out rather dull though; nothing more than a background noise. She took in her surroundings - warm afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows, soft chatter and laughter floating through the air, the clinking of cups and the gentle hum of the espresso machine, the woman sitting on a bar chair across from her-

All of a sudden, the haze cleared and a wave of contentment washed over her. At the same time, everything around her seemed to fade until the only thing left to focus on was-

"You"

She entirely ceased to function for a hot second before remembering she was out in the open where she was supposed to human.

"Uh...hey? Can I help you?"

Right now, she couldn´t care less about what she was supposed to do.

She´s puffing up in an instant, like it´s instinct - absolutely ready to slay, to charm, to impress. She's Tanya Denali, for crying out loud. She will not be rendered useless by a human-

No matter how absolutely stunning that human is and how much she longs to be with that human from now on until the end of time because it's meant to be-

No.

Tanya Denali will not be rendered useless. She's the one who renders others useless. So that human woman, currently emitting an absolutely mouthwatering smell, had better get ready to be swept off her feet-

...Except, said human looked anything but. In fact, the woman looked quite unimpressed, just about done with stuff. Not that the vampiress minded much. She knew how wary humans could get in their presence. It happens almost unconsciously, like it´s instinct - a natural response when faced with an apex predator.

'A mere delay of what is to come. Of what is meant to be.'

Just as the coven leader prepared to flash a megawatt smile, which would surely seal the deal-

"Hey Tanyaaa! Who´s your friend?" She didn´t have to face her sister to know she was smiling like a cat that got the canary - she could hear it in her voice.

"Kate", she managed through gritted teeth. "Shouldn´t you be with Irina? Take care of those...shipments?"

'And quit being a massive pain in my a-'

"Nope", her sister replied bluntly. "It´s all taken care of. Carmen and Eleazar got back from their-"

Her sister´s eyes darted to her companion for a brief moment, much too swift to be perceived by the human eye.

"...Trip a lot earlier than expected. They were so kind to fill in for me, told me to go and check up on my dearest sister instead. Y´know, since the last few days have been quite-"

"Katrina", she whipped around to face her sister when it seemed like the spew of unnecessary information wasn´t going to stop anytime soon. Honestly-

"Don´t you have other things to do? Other places to be?" Her eyebrows raised so high it felt like they nearly met her hairline.

She loves her sister, but Kate has this irritating quality of showing herself when she really wasn´t needed nor wanted. It´s entirely on purpose, of course. Her younger sister does so love pushing buttons and testing limits, especially hers.

"...Nope."

Never before in her life had the urge to strangle her sister been this appealing. That cursed smirk-

"Oh...by the way sis-", her left eye was starting to twitch. "I´m not as well-versed as you are when it comes to canoodling with une madame, but I´m pretty sure that´s not how you do it." A pointed look was thrown over her shoulder, head nodding at the human woman still sitting-

...Who used to sit in front of her. She was right there just seconds ago!

'Nonononono-'

Her eyes frantically scanned the establishment, ears straining to detect that angelic voice, nose going crazy trying to catch a whiff of-

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

The little coffee shop went dead silent then, all eyes turned to her, looking at her like she´s completely lost it. Even her sister shot her a look that was free of mirth and mischief for once.

She had to get out of here.

She turned on her heel, blonde curls bouncing as she marched out of the shop, Kate not far behind. It took a mere few seconds until both of them were standing on the sidewalk in front of the facility, but it´s been the longest few seconds of her life.

The urge to break character, to drop this wretched human facade - if only for a moment - so she could-

"Tan...what´s going on?" Eyes roamed up and down her body, taking in her frenzied state. "What just happened in there?"

A hand slowly reached for her, hesitating for the briefest of moments before it came to rest on her shoulder. As if Kate didn´t wish to accidently spook her, as though her sister were dealing with a wild animal.

Honestly? She didn't quite understand, herself. Now that this woman was no longer in her vicinity, that god-awful itch returned. Only this time, it was made so much worse by that mouthwatering smell which seemed to linger in every facet of her being. It made her feel light-headed; she had great difficulty stringing together a coherent thought.

For the first time in over a millennium, she felt drunk.

It was addicting-

"...Tan? Tany-hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hands grabbed her before she could storm off again. She wasn´t sure where to, exactly. She moved on autopilot, led by a force greater than anything she´s faced in life.

"Will you please tell me what's going on? What's the matter? Is it that woman from before?" That got her listening. "Are you...are you mad at me or something?"

'Oh...'

...What?

Kate must´ve taken her confused silence as an affirmation. "Come on sis, don´t be like that. I´m sorry, okay? I´m sorry for thwarting your plans of getting into that woman´s pants. But Tan...there´s more where she came from. You´re gonna have your hands full in no time, I´m sure-"

The rational part of her recognized her sister was trying to cheer her up by being her usual impish self. Had she not been as preoccupied as she was in this moment, she might´ve even appreciated it.

However, the primal part of her that seemed to continuously gain the upper hand as time went on did not appreciate it. On the contrary - it roared and snapped its teeth at the implication she would make do with any other ever again-

"-emember? You were so furious at me because she´s had you in a limbo for weeks. I know you have a thing for prudes, but I still think I did you a favor. Some of them just aren´t worth the trouble, if you ask me. Why suffer blue balls when you can have any other-"

As Kate continued her dive into past affairs, she could feel something inside of her snapping.

"She´s NOT just any woman, Kate! So don´t you dare talk about her like she´s merely a way to pass time!" Her sister had the decency to look mildly guilty, at least. More than that though, she looked just as confused as Tanya felt.

"...Okay?" There was that look again. Like she´s lost it. She couldn´t blame her. None of them had ever experienced it...until now.

She ran a hand through her curls in exasperation. "Kate, I...I think...I-"

Gods, what was this woman doing to her?

Hands reached for her again, cradling her upper arms like she was made of porcelain. "Tanya...calm, it´s okay." Kate soothed. "I´d ask you to take a deep breath for me, but that´d kinda be in vain, don´t you think?"

Trust her sister to make light of just about any situation. It´s a trait she both curses and cherishes.

"Honestly though...what´s going on? You´re starting to scare me, sis."

Well-

'That makes two of us.'

Yes, this new development did scare her - immensely so. But at the same time, she´s never felt so overcome with purpose and meaning; like everything makes sense now.

In all of her undead existence, she´s never felt so alive.

She couldn´t explain it, even if she tried - one has to experience it to understand. If she had to put a name to it, however-

"Kate..." Her sister took note of her ever-growing smile with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. Had it still been necessary for her to take a breath, she would have refused to release it in that moment. Tanya was sure of it.

"I think...I think I´ve found my mate."

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A/N: Well, that kinda escalated. I´m glad it did though, lel.

[sailoreuterpe]

Just wanted to say your ask to panlight about Bella and everyone suffering except her, was spot on and you've listed everything that annoys me about her and her choices.

I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking that!

👋🏻 hope you're having a good day!

Thank you so much! I genuinely enjoy when other readers analysis and headcanon the series into something more equal and fair. However, as presented, I just don't see Bella as this uniquely kind and selfless person. Depressed and inert, sure. However, in my opinion, there is a significant difference between kindness because of genuine altruism and "kindness" because of martyrdom or self-loathing. I'm speaking from unfortunate personal experience.

As well, as I listed, so many of Bella choices are only difficult or sacrificial for her in the short term. Yes, she suffers pain from choosing Edward when James targets her, but within two years she's a fabulous vampire with everything she ever wanted. Same with choosing to go to Italy, choosing to have Nessie, etc. Whereas Leah, Rose, and so many others not only never even had a choice, but then they get to suffer continually. Leah will always miss her father, Rose will always long for children and live with her trauma, and so on.

It's especially aggravating when others suffer because of Bella's choices. Bella chooses Edward; Jacob forcefully imprints on Nessie, where neither of them actually have a choice. Bella chooses to run to Edward in New Moon; the entire Cullen clan is now on the Volturi's hit list. Bella chooses to reunite with Edward and the Cullens; Victoria creates a newborn army which kills dozens of young people and causes the shifters to transform. Bella chooses the vampires over the shifters and demands that Edward sit out the fight; the other combatants are in more danger and Jacob gets hurt. Bella chooses to have Nessie; the shifters get pulled into a supernatural war and transformed against their will.

Yes, so much of that isn't directly Bella's fault. However, Bella spends very little time thinking of any consequences for herself, let alone anyone else. She's willing to die to be with Edward, her parents be damned. She's willing to put so many others into danger to be with Edward, this "good" character we're supposed to champion. She's even willing to die with Edward against the Volturi, after an entire book praising what an amazing mother she is. Having a baby doesn't make you a mother; being a parent does, and honestly Rose and Jacob are more of Nessie's parents than Bella and Edward.

As someone who cares about all of the characters, I just don't see Bella as the heroine or the story as fair. Bella actively, consistently choses Edward over all other things (and all other people). The narrative rewards her decisions (that are pretty fucking selfish and terrible across the board) by giving her her every dream come true and her "perfect piece of forever." Everyone else has to make due with Bella's crumbs.

Some choice.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Bella ran a very successful yet niche meta account on tumblr with hot takes about various forms of popular media called, TheCarnivorousBellaMeta?

Well.

This wouldn't happen.

The Caveat

First, Bella's canonically bad with computers. This isn't her fault, it's 2005 and personal computers for normal people is only just starting to be a thing. She notes having an ancient computer at Charlie's house that she has little idea how to use and prefers not to use. Otherwise, Bella prefers to read books in her free time as well as get chores like cooking and laundry out of the way.

This is not a girl who's running a blog (especially not tumblr as either tumblr doesn't exist yet or else is in its infancy in this time period, if anything she'd be on LiveJournal).

But let's say Bella is an avid blogger with a LiveJournal account.

What's she posting?

I'm sorry, anon, but her blog is not TheCarnivorousBellaMeta.

I imagine Bella's blog is tasteful quotes from Jane Austen's works, tasteful quotes from people who make her feel intellectual, reblogs of famous paintings she doesn't recognize, and maybe, maybe, dissertations on why Loki is a poor blorbo who never did a wrong thing in his life. (It's the wrong era, but I suspect Bella would be profoundly into Reylo, Loki's Resistance, and maaaaaaybeeee Johnlock).

Point being, her takes would be well worded, but given they're what a thousand other people are staying on the site and prompted by nothing she's probably not that popular.

I imagine there's also a few posts of "today I made enchiladas. They were delicious" as she feels the need to fill her tumblr.

Bella's hot takes are people's normal takes and I would expect her blog to reflect as much.

Alright, We'll Pretend

Let's pretend that Bella's the same person except for some weird reason she's running a blog that feels like it's being run by an alien (because to Bella it is).

The beginning of Twilight is essentially unaltered as we're assuming Bella is still Bella, she just runs a blog (not sure what her hot takes are, exactly, but we'll not go into that). She goes to Biology, Edward acts weird, Edward leaves, Edward comes back and acts weird, she nearly gets hit by a van, Edward acts weird.

The difference is in the part where Edward has decided he must know everything about her. Given that he's watching her unbeknownst to her, he sees Bella on her ancient computer updating her tumblr blog "TheCarnivorousBellaMeta" with such things as whether or not Itachi really does love his brother or not or whether Snape is Good or Bad (TM).

Edward is fascinated, as he is with all aspects of Bella, and methodically goes through not only every post she's ever written but every public interaction she's had with other anonymous internet denziens.

From this, he's able to more easily narrow in on Bella's likes, dislikes, how she views the world, and how she might view him.

Edward, who is trying to ignore Bella in public, gets a terrible, tempting, awful idea. He makes up an online persona: AlbrechtWithTheWilis (this is an obscure reference to the ballet Giselle, the tragic storyline being one he associates with Bella as, though she doesn't know it, she's being tempted to join the realm of the dead) and starts interacting by giving a very in depth comment making it clear he's read many of Bella's posts and deeply considered them.

Bella's surprised and deeply flattered. While she's a popular niche blog, she doesn't get these kinds of comments often and er she has a lot of posts on a lot of things. Only a lunatic would read through all of them. Bella responds that she's deeply flattered and moves on.

Edward doesn't get the kind of interaction he was looking for as Bella doesn't reach back out to him and instead answers questions like "What if Itachi was a walrus? Would he murder his entire family then?" (The answer, by the way, is yes).

Edward ends up having to ask questions himself, carefully prepared questions based on what he's seen that Bella will both enjoy and will provoke deep thoughts about herself and the world.

To his mounting anger and frustration, he waits weeks, and instead sees five iterations of "What if Itachi had pink hair?", "What if Itachi was actually in love with his brother for real though?", "What if Sasuke was secretly Itachi?", "What if Naruto was a hallucination of Sasuke's?" answered and none of his very insightful questions.

(This is in part because they're too insightful, they require a lot of thought whereas the others do not, because Bella's never heard of the source material Edward's mentioning or else has no hot takes, and because Edward is following his question with five paragraphs of what he thinks and how what he thinks is absolutely the right answer. Clearly expecting hot take Bella to agree with him.

Bella does not.

So, she doesn't answer and feels increasingly weird about this Albrecht guy. Seems kind of like a smug elitist, clearly trying to impress her, doesn't he?)

As it is, he's prompted to read through Naruto to see what the possible draw is, and he can't figure it out as it's weird foreign cartoons to him. Bella doesn't even have Naruto on her shelf! He searches but all he can find are classics, typically English, like Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and Dickens.

There is, in fact, no mangas or animes on her shelf despite Bella referencing these materials near constantly.

She clearly knows it intimately, per her blog, but where is the source material she's even drawing from?

Worse, in real life, she gives no indication she has this blog. At first, he thought of this positively. Bella has a +1000 following on her blog but has not allowed it to get to her head or affect her daily life, except it makes him feel like all his efforts to get to know her don't even matter.

Edward starts giving her a shake down in real life, dropping little hints that he knows about her online persona. Bella tries to brush these aside as AH HA HA HA HA, I'M NOT A TOTAL NERD WITH HOT TAKES ON THINGS. "Naruto? What's that?" She gets increasingly disturbed that Edward is... trying to publicly humiliate her? Despite Edward being super hot and mysterious, Bella finds herself less and less interested in him.

You all know how this eventually goes: Bella gets eaten by Edward.

[fuckmeyer]

Hi!

Can you do this one?

“Hm. What a shame. Though I do understand the particular challenges one faces with telepathy. I am not surprised to hear of your intra- and interpersonal struggles. Especially when one’s power has increased exponentially in such a short span. What, do you suppose, was its catalyst?”

Edward’s eyelids fell closed again.

A smile spread across Aro’s face. Even Edward’s lips turned up at whatever he was showing him.

“Ah.” When his eyelids fluttered open again, I’d noticed they’d gone completely gray. “Oh. My, yes. I can see why such a mouthwatering morsel can feel so life changing.”

Edward ripped his hand away; the guard tensed. Aro, however, seemed unperturbed. The gray drained away from his irises, though that unusual milky film remained. Beyond that, the glitter in his eyes made him seem starstruck. He blinked and shook his head as if recovering from a daze.

“Your talent warps the mind. How you endure your life day-to-day still confounds me, dear boy.”

“It’s not without effort,” said Edward as if remarking on the weather.

“Is the exhibition quite finished?” said Caius with a touch of resentment. “It is time to pass our sentence.”

“Gentlemen,” Aro said, turning to his brothers with a beaming smile, “I beg you, before we deliberate, a moment of your time. I believe we have encountered an impossibly rare phenomenon for which I desire your council. It seems young Edward has reason for his relations with Isabella apart from the aforementioned.” Caius narrowed his eyes. But Marcus…his gaze flickered between me and Edward with a knowing look. “The progeny of our peculiar former king has met an impossibly rare treat.”

Tearing his attention away from us, Marcus peeked at Aro and gave him a single, slight nod.

Grinning, Aro paused for dramatic effect.

In a loud voice that rang through the chamber, the announcement rang out.

“Edward and Isabella are mates!”

Alice’s mouth fell open.

The three kings’ gazes shifted to me.

So did everyone else’s.

Everyone’s—except Edward’s.

After a shock of stunned silence coursed through the room, the entire guard burst into laughter.

Breaking out in song, Jane holler-laughed, “O, to be a Cullen: eat animals, like animals.”

“Cheers to the noblest savages in the West!” Alec sang in a stunning vibrato. Another chorus of whoops and laughs sounded.

Alice’s lips became a fine line. Edward closed his eyes. Flushing red, I frowned and looked down at my shoes.

“Children,” said Aro, his stern fatherly tone cutting off the next lines of the rhyme, “good little courtiers do not sing such vulgar songs to distinguished guests. Apologize at once or there shant be any dessert.”

Their peal of laughter quieted to snickers behind him."

I was intrigued by how Aro sees Edward gift, and how exactly the others feel about Edward and Bella's bond. Is it seen as a kink? As a paraphilia?

I'm loving these! Thank you for your insights, they are as much fun as the story itself!

hi!! anything for you, bestie :) (i'm so happy someone picked this chapter finally!!)

COME NIGHTFALL CHAPTER 28: VOLTERRA - DVD COMMENTARY

“Hm. What a shame. Though I do understand the particular challenges one faces with telepathy. I am not surprised to hear of your intra- and interpersonal struggles. Especially when one’s power has increased exponentially in such a short span. What, do you suppose, was its catalyst?”

Edward’s eyelids fell closed again.

A smile spread across Aro’s face. Even Edward’s lips turned up at whatever he was showing him. [i picture him telling the story of his and Bella's relationship through images. driving to the meadow. her hair in the sunlight. laughing. a trip to the record store. eating peaches. arguing over playlists. etc.

eventually, of course, his mind settles on The Event. i.e., the bite (every detail: the taste & mouthfeel of her blood, the memories they shared (i pictured Bella seeing Edward in a speakeasy early 1920s), her screams), Edward's feelings (guilt, fear, disappointment in himself...pleasure?), the aftermath (being completely out of his mind, hauled away by his family to keep him from her), etc.]

“Ah.” When his eyelids fluttered open again, I’d noticed they’d gone completely gray. “Oh. My, yes. I can see why such a mouthwatering morsel can feel so life changing.”

Edward ripped his hand away [he's hearing & seeing Aro's thirst]; the guard tensed. Aro, however, seemed unperturbed. The gray drained away from his irises, though that unusual milky film remained. Beyond that, the glitter in his eyes made him seem starstruck. He blinked and shook his head as if recovering from a daze. [i picture Aro seeing a bird's eye view of memories. he sees every second of someone's life. granted, he's trained well enough to be able to explore the thoughts he wants to, but i imagine he doesn't get the sheer amount of detail that Edward might. (i go into Edward's gift in later chaps.) i think that this, in combination with the fact that Edward can read every mind in a ~3-mile radius, is very appealing to Aro.]

“Your talent warps the mind. How you endure your life day-to-day still confounds me, dear boy.”

“It’s not without effort,” said Edward as if remarking on the weather. [ripped this line from the books. love it]

“Is the exhibition quite finished?” said Caius with a touch of resentment. [he is SO bitchy. love him] “It is time to pass our sentence.”

“Gentlemen,” Aro said, turning to his brothers with a beaming smile, “I beg you, before we deliberate, a moment of your time. I believe we have encountered an impossibly rare phenomenon for which I desire your council. It seems young Edward has reason for his relations with Isabella apart from the aforementioned.” Caius narrowed his eyes. [BITCH] But Marcus…his gaze flickered between me and Edward with a knowing look.

“The progeny of our peculiar former king has met an impossibly rare treat.”

Tearing his attention away from us, Marcus peeked at Aro and gave him a single, slight nod. [honestly, i've always wondered if Marcus would have said anything if Aro hadn't discovered the bond. maybe Marcus thought it'd be better if E&B were both dead because that's really what he wants for himself...]

Grinning, Aro paused for dramatic effect.

In a loud voice that rang through the chamber, the announcement rang out.

“Edward and Isabella are mates!”

Alice’s mouth fell open.

The three kings’ gazes shifted to me.

So did everyone else’s.

Everyone’s—except Edward’s.

After a shock of stunned silence coursed through the room, the entire guard burst into laughter.

Breaking out in song, Jane holler-laughed, “O, to be a Cullen: eat animals, like animals.” [used to be: "mate with animals, like animals."]

“Cheers to the noblest savages in the West!” Alec sang in a stunning vibrato. Another chorus of whoops and laughs sounded.

Alice’s lips became a fine line. Edward closed his eyes. Flushing red, I frowned and looked down at my shoes.

“Children,” said Aro, his stern fatherly tone cutting off the next lines of the rhyme, “good little courtiers do not sing such vulgar songs to distinguished guests. Apologize at once or there shant be any dessert.” [the first time i drafted this scene (~2021), it was pretty gruesome. blood was dripping from the ceiling; some dribbled down Bella's forehead. in the other room there were humans being tapped like casks; there was screaming throughout the scene. the kings were drinking blood from chalices (as a status/age symbol). anyway, it was super distracting, so i cut it.] Their peal of laughter quieted to snickers behind him.

I was intrigued by how Aro sees Edward gift, [hopefully i answered above, let me know!],

and how exactly the others feel about Edward and Bella's bond. Is it seen as a kink? As a paraphilia? [you're 100% right. even eating animals, to the Volturi, is "deviant" behavior that the Volturi feels must be corrected (this was said explicitly in an earlier draft.) they see the Denalis as lesser than because they have sexual relations with humans. vampires hearing of Edward & Isabella's relationship usually involves shock, scorn, or amusement, and even the kings have only heard rumors of these sorts of bonds...i can only imagine what the community at large must think...]

send me 500 words of my fanfic & i will give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet

[scarlettoceaneyes]

My Light- Embry Call fanfic

Part 1- How It Began

Emily belonged to the Cullen family, although in all regards she was hardly known by that family name. Her known last name isn't truly important, but what is important are the friendships she developed in Forks, WA.

As it happens, her friend group circled the same as Jacob Black because he was her "cousin" or "adopted sister of the summer" as they were fond of calling it. The Cullen family knew of the wolves and legends by meeting the Quileute tribe decades before, but their personal relationship with Billy Black stemmed when Carlisle came to him for Billy's help. Emily was five and they knew she was old enough to be around other kids who weren't vampires without telling the secrets of their kind. They couldn't trust many humans, if any, and knew that Emily's choice of mortality would be her own after becoming an adult. They wanted to protect her long enough to make that decision, and also show her what her life can be like without vampires. They preferred to show her that away from the chance of wolves, but beggars can't be choosers.

Billy had a boy Emily's age, along with two older girls to help mother her when Esme wasn't around. As for the school days, Emily was homeschooled and traveled with the vampires. She loved the adventures, but truly looked forward to summers on the rez. Often she begged to stay, however she knew it was senseless. Emmett adored her too much to not have his turn. Rosalie dragged him on their summer long anniversary trip to a new place every year. She hopes to go to every place on the planet one day. Is it bad he hoped they would not live that long or at least she would get tired of the idea after another random island without WiFi for his video games during the daylight or the African desert at midnight again? In truth he loved her to the ends of the Earth, literally, and it showed Emily what she should set the bar for in a man. If she didn't, he would. Which is why he hasn't personally spoke to Embry.

Thankfully the agreement was that the vampires would not move back unless wolves phased or Emily lived here permanently after high school, as well as not being able to contact any of the tribe to hide their identity and protect the humans.

Overall, the family loved her, yet only Carlisle and Esme were allowed to truly parent her since it would be easier to move back to Forks as siblings for the rest. Not to mention, they treated her as their little sister. She was the princess, but not stuck up. Quite cheeky and often can be manipulative only in good humor against her brothers- blame Rosalie. Fashionable but preferred T-shirts and vans- Alice loved and hated this, but the shopping sprees Emily willingly agreed to made up for that.  Those girls loved to shop! Alice and Jasper always lent a shoulder to cry on and she seemed able to talk to them more than anyone, maybe the calming methods the blonde vampire often used on her? As for Jasper- it's strange or fate that he didn't seem to mind being around her since she was a baby, and her blood didn't seem to burn his throat like all the other humans. Edward taught her piano, in turn she taught herself guitar and drums. He loved watching her grow as a person, even loved watching her obsession with music bloom over the years. When all else failed between them, they often disagreed especially once Bella was in the picture, they had music. It often cured their disagreements. As most would wonder with Edward, he tried to respect her mental privacy. Eventually he noticed she learned to flip a switch between when he could and couldn't read her mind. Same for Alice and Jasper, although she preferred Jasper calming the anxiety and depression she felt since a young kid. On the rez though it seemed to disappear. As for Emmett, let's just say he got in as much trouble as Emily if not more. He was her best friend, but couldn't compare to Embry. Simply because she could complain to Embry about them all because he knew nothing of them. Yet.

Her mom and dad weren't perfect, they didn't spoil her either, but honestly as much trouble she got into with Emmett, she had just as much fun and love with her parents. They were cool parents in the scheme of things, but they still kept her restricted in her life. She was never alone and part of that was the fact that her family were vampires and had many friends that would visit unannounced. She didn't get to do many things considered dangerous even with so many vampires protecting her. She did however travel the world because it was more of an education than formal school. Emily received homeschooling from mostly her siblings and their own interest. Not to mention the history and critical thinking she learned from the tales of their lives. To be considered a high school graduate, she was required by her parents to pass a test from the top high school in the USA. In other words - she was smart but she didn't necessarily have a choice with everything she experienced. She wouldn't have retained any of it if she hadn't been a visual learner. Thank goodness her siblings did a great job at trying to make her well rounded through education, including math and science. Emily hated that part preferring reading or history. Story telling in all forms was her specialty. Her life was above what most people dream of from the outside. She had wants and wishes still, most involving Embry, overall Emily was happy.

As for her real family- she didn't know who they were or why she was with the Cullens. She didn't particularly care either because if she somehow ended up with vampires, she definitely knew that her parents and their death would cause more heartache than closure.

As for the reservation, Emily was one of their own and Billy Black made sure of that when he agreed. He knew Emily was special from the first meeting. Unlike most she didn't exactly say hello. More like threw you into a hug as much as a five year old could. She could make you feel at home instantly and if she wasn't smiling or talking, something was wrong. She made friends quickly, but only kept a few close. Although he wouldn't have asked for reimbursement for her stay, the Cullens provided more than enough to his family and many other community resources in return for his kindness. But kindness was not the only reason, it was also in return for the promise of protection for Emily.

Ultimately this is the story of Emily and Embry. They fall in love, grow up together, and soon fall apart. They come back in the end but that vision isn't as rosy as they had planned as children. In truth, Emily will come to see that through the darkness comes Embry- the light.

[0averysillygoose0]

I can still make the whole place shimmer (with the skin of a killer, Bella) -Chapter four

Prologue and previous chapters are in my master list♡

Summary

Angelica Cullen was supposed to have died over 300 years ago, but now she gets to watch as her adoptive brother stalks some girl from Arizona.

Born in the 1600s to one Carlisle Cullen and his first wife- a woman whose name has since faded into obscurity, Angelica was never supposed to amount to much more than marriage and children. Now a perpetual sixteen-year-old who wants nothing more than to be able to paint her nails in peace to the Mama Mia soundtrack, she finds herself with little to occupy her time.

Her relationship with her family is growing more strained by the day. The cycle of high school has long since become dull and draining, and despite her desperation for something else, she's forced to stay stagnant for 'the good of the family'.

A family who's wearing her patience thin.

Then Bella Swan moves to Forks and Angelica's pressure is suddenly raised as the Cullen family is thrown into a potentially life-ending challenge every five business days. The Quillute are watching closely, as are the Volturi for any slip-ups, and in the world of the supernatural, Angelica has the grace of a baby deer.

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Chapter four Edward's need for therapy becomes more apparant

Angelica watched enviously as Rosalie tugged a black tank top over her bra, pulling it down so it hugged her body snugly. She hadn’t thought much of her own body until the 1960s, when suddenly, her face was no longer enough to qualify as beautiful, especially in contrast to her sister.

Where Rosalie was tall and slender, Angelica was short and stocky. Her rib cage flared out and a large chest forced any hoodies or t-shirts to tent out in front of her.

Angelica had found a pair of low waisted jeans that sat well when paired with a white babydoll top that cut down just enough and flared out below her chest, hiding what she’d deemed to be unworthy of public viewing. The counter of their shared bathroom was littered with an array of serums, mascaras, lip glosses and hair straighteners.

Alice had asked them to dress well, with no other details as to why, just claiming it was “important”.

“Can you pass the lip oil?” Angelica asked, leaning closer to the mirror. She pursed her mouth, watching as dimples carved themselves out in her cheeks.

“This one?” Rosalie frowned, plucking a thin tube from her makeup bag.

“No, the Dior one.” Angelica murmured, squeezing her lashes upwards with a curler. She winced as the clamps nearly pinched the skin of her eyelid, though it wouldn’t have hurt. She held her free hand out and felt the cool metal of the container press against her palm. “Thanks, lovely.”

“Of course.” Her sister hummed. “Can I borrow your mascara?”

“What’s wrong with yours?” Angelica frowned, smacking her lips together. They shined glossily under the harsh overhead lighting.

Rosalie shrugged. “Nothing, yours is just better.”

“Then get your own.” Angelica muttered.

“Then you get your own lip oil!”

“It is mine!” Angelica protested, dodging Rosalie’s extended arm that batted at her wrist. “I bought it!”

“Carlisle bought it for us to share.” The blonde girl’s eyes narrowed irritably.

“No, he bought the other one for us to share, this one is mine!”

“Just let me use the mascara.”

“No, I’ll get your eye germs.” She snapped, clicking the lip oil shut.

“We don’t have germs, ‘Gelica.”

“You can’t prove that.”

“Yes I can, seeing as we’re dead.” Rosalie said irritably. “But if you want, I can go ask Esme if I can borrow from her if you want to act like a brat.”

“Whatever.” Angelica sighed. “It’s in my makeup bag.”

“Thanks, pookie.” Rosalie scoffed irritably.

“You’re actually so welcome.” She muttered.

“I am, actually.”

“Good.” Angelica retorted curtly.

“Good.”

A silence hovered over the two of them briefly, and the only sound that could be heard was the familiar buzz of electricity throughout the house and the sound of the others milling about as they prepared for their day.

“It’s so weird she didn’t tell us what we need to look good for.” Rosalie said finally, setting the mascara tube down on the counter with a delicate click as marble met plastic.

“She never tells us anything.” Angelica sighed, shaking her head as she reached for the product. “I honestly don’t even care what it is, I’m just relieved that I’m riding with Dad instead of Edward.” Her mouth popped out into an “O” shape as she applied the mascara to her eyelashes.

“He’s riding with us now.” Rosalie shook her head, leaning in to study her lips. “That oil looks good on you.”

Angelica grinned, missing her sister’s satisfied smile in the mirror as she began rifling through her bag. “Girl, if you need an escape just ride with us today.”

“It’s fine, I can just tell him to shut up if he gets too Edwardy.”

“Oh, perf.”

“I can hear you both.” A sullen voice muttered from behind, hairbrush in hand. He’d been there since they’d first come in, struggling with a stubborn knot. Angelica suspected that the sheer amount of hairspray he applied on the daily was behind his struggle.

“Good.” Rosalie smiled. “Maybe you’ll behave today.”

“Maybe you’ll behave today.” He repeated under his breath in a twittering mocking tone.

“I heard that.”

“Oh? Wonder how it feels.”

“I didn’t become a vampire just for you to bitch at me all the time, you know.” Rosalie muttered.

“Personally, I became a vampire to suck blood and fuck forever.” Angelica shrugged. She reached for her blush, a pale creamy pink color that brought the long lost flush back into her cheeks.

“You became a vampire because your ex husband brutally beat you to death and Carlisle has a savior complex.”

“It’s stuff like that that makes us hate driving with you in case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You should be.” Angelica told him matter of factly.

***

The drive to school had been far more relaxing than it had been in the past few weeks.

Angelica spent her time singing along to Queen and Taylor’s Swift while Carlisle, having made good on his promise to drive her in place of Edward, nodded along passively. He knew better than to try and talk over the lyrics. Angelica had been coaxed into attending school after being promised a guaranteed trip into Port Angeles with her friends.

Her seat warmer had been turned all the way up, and Angelica leaned heavily against the seat. As per usual, rain raced down the windows, blurring the familiar sights that made up the small town of Forks.

They came to a stop at the red light, pulling up beside a cop car. A man with dark hair and an impressive mustache sat in the driver’s seat, a pensive look furrowing his brows. Upon realizing he had a neighbor, he looked up and a smile broke across his face as his gaze found Carlisle.

Angelica heard the whir of a window lowering just in time to cut herself off from belting out Picture to Burn, just barely saving herself from embarrassment.

“Dr. Cullen! How’s it going?” The other man called from across the lane.

“Just dropping this one off at school.” Carlisle smiled good naturedly, shooting his passenger an expectant nod. Angelica leaned out, waving politely at the chief of police. “How about you, Charlie?” Her father continued.

“Pretty good.” Charlie nodded. “Just picked up Isabella yesterday.”

“Oh, yes, I remember you mentioning that she was coming to stay with you.” Carlisle said thoughtfully.

Angelica saw the flicker of red light dim from the traffic lights that hung above the car, suspended on a wire.

“Dad, the light is green.” She mumbled, tugging at his sleeve.

“It’s fine, Angelica, there’s no one behind us.” He smiled, waving her off before returning to his conversation. “How is she liking it so far?”

“We’ll find out.” Charlie shrugged. “She’s starting at school today. Junior year.”

“Oh, Angelica, she’s in your grade, you'll have to keep an eye out for her.” Carlisle shook his head at her with a practiced imperceptibility. Charlie remained happily oblivious, a nonchalant smile tugging at his lips.

“Mhm, for sure.” She murmured absentmindedly.

“Sounds great.” Charlie said.

The sharp honk of Emmett’s jeep behind them put an end to the conversation and Carlisle turned around with a sigh to fix the eldest son of the Cullen clan with a disappointed frown and a shake of his head.

“It was good catching up, Charlie,” He said good naturedly, “Good luck!”

They turned the corner that led up the hill to the school not a minute later, the music blaring just as loudly as it had been before the talk between the chief of police had interrupted it. Angelica was grinning ear to ear as they pulled in, too wrapt up in the swell of country songs to realize the car had come to a stop.

“You have to get out now.” Carlisle reminded her gently. There was an abrupt stop that cut through the chorus of Should’ve said no as the car’s ignition was turned off with the flick of a key. Angelica nodded, grateful that she’d downloaded the album on her ipod and would be able to pick up from where she’d left off soon.

“I’ll see you after school.” He said as she unclipped her seatbelt.

“Mhm.” Angelica fumbled for her backpack “Thanks for the ride.”

“Of course, my girl.”

The centuries old nickname brushed against her ears in a way that tugged at her chest and constricted her throat all at once. She gave him the smile she knew he’d wanted in return, her lips pressing together tightly.

She’d just stepped out of her door when a familiar large frame crossed over to her father’s car and Angelica’s face broke out into a smile as her older brother greeted her.

“Carlisle, funny seeing you here.” Emmett leaned against the window pane.

“It’s a small world.” The blonde man shrugged, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. “Eager to get here, weren’t we?”

“It was an Ed-mergancy.”

“Oh?” Carlisle frowned. “How was the drive to school then?”

“He made us listen to his music.”

Angelica scoffed. “Oh?”

“Bro is never getting aux again.” Emmett shook his head.

“Dude, I warned you.”

Carlisle shook his head, not wanting to say anything to condemn the boy. An orange truck had pulled in, rusted at the edges and Angelica frowned. She could have sworn she’d seen it before, rattling around highways on the edge of town, but never in the parking lot.

“That must be the chief’s daughter.” He nodded towards Angelica. “Don’t engage.” He reminded her. “Just to be on the safe side.”

“I haven’t killed anyone in like three hundred years, I think I’ll be fine.” She whispered back.

“Emmett, keep an eye out.”

“I gotcha. Bye, Carlisle.” Emmett grinned. He gave Angelica’s shoulder a soft tug, pulling her forward before she could protest the lack of trust in her ability.

“Bye, Dad.” She said passively, the words a second thought to her retaliation against her brother. She batted at his arm as they crossed the parking lot and Emmett scoffed in mock pain.

Although she’d never admit it aloud, there was a small part of Angelica, selfish as it was, that enjoyed the fact that no one else had strayed from calling her father any other name than Carlisle. That despite all the ‘adoptions’, no one else had given him the label of “Dad”. The separation was one of the few remaining factors that distanced the others in their connection to the doctor and Angelica’s own.

She’d taken up using the title some seventy years ago and hadn’t put it down since. “Father” had always seemed so stilted and formal to her, and Carlisle had hated it just as much. She’d used “Papa” for decades, immensely preferring how it sounded, although she’d attributed that to it coming from her mother’s native tongue. But when speaking French fell out of fashion, the word seemed far too childish to be used in the company of others. It was bad enough she’d been turned so young, she didn’t want to add anything else on top of her appearance that could potentially reduce her.

At least now, she thought, her age actually served as an advantage. Standing next to Emmett’s hulking twenty year old figure, she almost looked normal.

***

The new girl- “Isabella” or “Bella” as she’d insisted on being called- was, for all intents and purposes, utterly and completely ordinary, save for her one extraordinary trait of being the most uncoordinated person Angelica had ever laid eyes upon. She had brown hair and brown eyes, both the same earthy shade as the other and kept launching the volleyball in every direction except for the actual net.

Angelica watched as half of their grade fluttered around her, squawking out meaningless babble like headless hens in a desperate attempt to make conversation. Lillian and Anna were sat beside her on the gym bleachers, studying the girl from afar.

“I heard she’s from Arizona.” Anna supplied. Her freshly bleached blonde hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“She’s like really pale for Arizona.” Lillian remarked, taking a sip from her water bottle. Angelica’s own throat felt dry. She hadn’t taken enough last night, although she wasn’t willing to admit it to her family.

“I heard Mike likes her already.” Angelica chimed in airily. “Jess’ll be pissed.” She noted, pulling out a stick of lip balm. The smell of cherry wafted over her. She tugged uncomfortably at her pale blue top. The gym uniform of cheap cotton shirts and tight black shorts sat irritably atop her skin.

“Jess can go fuck herself.” Anna scoffed, her eyes narrowing at the mousy haired brunette who was standing across the room. The other girl didn’t turn around, unaware of the glare bearing down her neck.

“Girl, let it go.” Lilian sighed.

“I’ll let it go when she admits she started the rumor that I dry humped my pillow at the eighth grade lock in because I called her out for stuffing her bra.” Anna huffed, her eyes narrowed sharply.

Lilian let out a small slip of giggles.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“I was adjusting my sleeping bag.”

Angelica snorted despite her best efforts to keep a straight face. Dimples carved themselves into her pale stoney cheeks as a grin twisted her mouth upwards.

“Oh my god, Ange, come on, you of all people should know she’s evil!” Anna hissed.

The girl’s smile fell instantly prompting Lilian to sigh heavily as old ground was retrodden.

“It’s been a year, girl, are you really still mad at her for the Edward thing-”

“Yes, I am still mad at her for the Edward thing.” Angelica snapped.

“Well to be fair, the rest of them are all together so it was sort of a reasonable conclusion-”

“It is not a reasonable conclusion, he’s my brother for fuck’s sake.” She hissed. “And my least favorite at that.”

“I mean he sounds like a prick, but girl you could do way worse.” Anna nodded knowingly. She applied a heavy coat of lipgloss with a tube she’d fished out of her sports bra. “Brother with benefits.”

Angelica gagged. “Christ, I’m gonna be sick.”

“Like if one of them breaks up does the least favorite go back into foster care?” Lillian wondered aloud.

“No.” Angelica frowned.

“I just don’t get it, like s it even legal?” Anna shook her head. “It’s fucking weird, Ange, even you gotta admit it.”

“I’m aware.” She muttered. “I’m aware that it’s fucking weird, but so is humping a pillow at a school sleepover.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

Angelica let out a giddy shriek as she sprinted away as quickly as she could without arousing suspicion. Anna lept after her, a laugh streaming musically from her mouth despite her threat. Lilian watched the scene with a fond smile, her palm propping up her face as her elbow leaned on her knee.

And that was the first time Angelica ever saw Bella Swan. To her, she’d been a fleeting piece of gossip, a transitional topic, just another girl. A second thought in a sea of manythat filled her day. To her brother however, she was something else entirely.

Angelica had left gym class flanked by her two friends, as she and Anna continued to gripe about the tyranny of Jess and her wild rumors while Lilian rolled her eyes good naturedly.

They’d decided to grab lunch from the cafeteria and skip the following period by hanging out in Anna’s shitty old car with seats that were so stained the original color was a mystery. Angelica hadn’t been eager to return to Biology class after the Migraine incident and neither Anna nor Lilian felt particularly inclined to attend their chemistry class.

They’d spent their two hours switching between theories about why Jess was such a bitch and how awful their math class had been as of late. Even Anna, who actually enjoyed the subject had been finding it grating in the last month. Their substitute,who was filling in for Mrs. Mason while she was on maternity leave was quite frankly, the most boring person in the history of the world and Angelica, with all of her three hundred years of life, had yet to come across someone who rivaled the man. He had a voice that begged one to fall asleep, a sort of droning monotony that made it impossible to focus on the actual words she was speaking.

She’d been so caught up in her impressions of the man that it had taken her a moment to realize something was very wrong. It was only after she caught sight of Edward stalking across the parking lot with a stormy look on his face and a glint in his eyes she recognized all too well that any apprehension arose in her at all.

“Hey, one sec.” She murmured. Angelica caught the glint of silver car keys clenched tightly in her brother’s hand as he opened Emmett’s driver side door sharply. She heard it slam shut from across the lot.

“What’s wrong?” Anna frowned.

“My dad wants me to keep an eye on him and he looks upset.” Angelica lied, stepping out of the car. “I’ll be right back.” She promised before shutting the passenger door behind her. A flare of worry had arisen in her chest. Edward was usually one of the more collected members of the family, at least in public. It was odd for him to seem so on edge.

It didn’t take her long to reach him, the jeep had been parked only a few stalls away from Anna’s honda civic. Edward had the windows rolled down. He didn’t spare her a glance.

“Hey, you good?” Angelica called, walking over briskly.

“Have you seen her yet?” Edward demanded sharply. He was bent over the steering wheel of the jeep, a CD of what Angelica could only assume was My Chemical Romance blasting out from the speakers.

“Who?” She asked, confusion furrowing her brow. She bent down beside the open window.

“The new girl.” He said in a pained voice, his eyes trained on the dashboard.

“Bella?”

Angelica struggled to think of what the girl could have done to Edward to bring him to such a state of distress. She’d seen the girl a little over two hours ago and was already struggling to clearly recall her face.

“Don’t say her name… it only makes it worse to think of her as a person.” He shook his head. “Her blood… it calls to me… it makes me want to do things, horrible things, for only a mere taste. I feel like a monster.”

Angelica stared at him.

“What in the ever living fuck are you on about?”

She recognized the tone of his voice, the fevered desire and Angelica wasn’t having it. Already the threat of whoever had killed the young university student in the woods forcing them out of town was hanging heavy in her mind, the last thing she needed was her own brother lashing out on a murder streak.

“She has o negative.” He whispered. “I could sense it. The monster in me, it wants out. We need to leave now, whatever it takes to get me away from her and the call of her blood”

“You sound like a serial killer.”

“She smelled intoxicating.” Edward murmered. “She’s intoxicating.”

“You know what else is intoxicating?” Angelica inquired sharply. “Therapy.” She turned on her heel, not having the energy for her brother’s melodrama. She pulled out her phone, punching in her step mother’s number, the complaint already on her lips before she even hit the dial button.

[panlight]

Does anyone else remember when breaking dawn book came out the fans criticized it, and meyer kept retconning her words in every single interview? she stated one thing then she would say something else. There was a person who made a petition about a letter to her about breaking dawn and her brother seth gave a very rude response. Fans of twilight (I myself just realized this) need to realized the twilight books are about the author stephaine meyer herself. it's meyer's dream, she is bella cullen, edward is her dream man and renesmee is her dream baby girl she never got. the whole twilight saga franchise of the novels are written for her, not the fans as she stated before in a interview (when she said that i was shocked).

what are your thoughts on this?

I was around for the Breaking Dawn controversy. I wasn't as invested in the fandom at the time, just sort of dipping my toe in, so it was more that I was watching it from the outside than being really involved myself, but yeah it was a lot. A lot of people really hated Breaking Dawn, and one of the sticking points was that the fandom felt like SM had shut down any possibility of Edward and Bella having kids with her answers about vampire reproduction, so for her to do this surprise twist of like, "haha I didn't say a vampire couldn't have kids with a human!" went over like a lead balloon. A lot of people felt lied to, even if SM didn't technically lie. Misled, at least.

I vaguely remember the petition to the brother (who managed her website at the time), and I also remember some leaks a few days before the book came out and everyone trying to figure out who Nessie was and what the name could be short for, and people guessed Agnes because it meant lamb and people complained about what a terrible name Agnes was (oh you sweet summer children!).

As I said, I wasn't super invested at the time. I had read the other three books but I had read them as part of a marathon read of vampire books, so it wasn't that I was into Twilight specifically, more vampires generally, but I spent quite a bit of time reading through Amazon reviews because some of them were so funny. I waited for the book to be available at the library before I read it, though. I wasn't in a place of "you ruined my favorite thing!" it was more like, haha wow this is weird!

And like, I get it. At the end of the day, SM wrote this for herself because she had a cool dream. She's a mom and a wife and that's the world she knows and the "happily ever after" she wanted for her story. But Breaking Dawn just kind of laid all the weirdness of the other books bare. Things I thought were hyperbole or exaggeration I was like, "oh wait, that was all literal this whole time? Wild." And everything that bugged me about Bella being the center of the universe who everyone fell all over themselves to help and protect and comfort and reassure (and if they didn't, they were Bad) was taken to the next level with everyone's instant devotion to Renesmee, who I personally found uncanny and soulless as written rather than cute and endearing.

I found it interesting how SM misjudged how a large portion of the fandom would feel about Renesmee, and especially Jacob's imprint on her. It's like she didn't understand Team Jacob at all if she thought they'd be happy with this. I remember following someone's recap and they got to a point where they were like "ugh are Jacob and Leah going to be a thing? That's so predictable" and then read them epically freak out when the imprint on Nessie happened and they were like "I take it back! Give me Jacob and Leah!! Anything but this!!!" And she misjudged a segment of Team Edward too, who wanted Edward and Bella to have sexy and romantic vampire adventures rather than a kid.

She wrote the story she wanted, so much so that she fought to have a fourth book so she could include Renesmee who was in her original ending (Forever Dawn). And that's her right as an author, and you know it worked out for her, she made a ton of money from the book and movie(s). But her version of a HEA (marriage and kids) came off to some as strange in a teenage vampire romance. I remember SM explaining that the Twilight Moms seemed to get it, that nothing was sexier than your boyfriend becoming your husband and the father of your child, and it's like, cool, but these characters are teenagers so the younger readers who related to them weren't expecting this yet.

[goldeneyedgirl]

AILess Whumptober Day 5: Held at Gunpoint

silence. (day 5: held at gunpoint).

twilight, alice/jasper, pg, post-twilight. canon-verse. trigger warnings: school shooting, mention of suicide.

This prompt was so cursed, I can't even. I just had such a hard time with it, but we persevere. It definitely ended up way longer than I wanted and like... it's done. It's fantastically wonky, but hopefully it works.

Day 6 will be politely skipped over for now, and we resume tomorrow with Day 7.

There are many, many things that Alice Cullen has never done. She’s never eaten ice cream, she’s never fallen asleep, she’s never accidentally cut herself. She can’t, but that’s beside the point - on the list of things and experiences she’s had in her life time, they remain absent.

There are million little things she never got to do. It’s not something she thinks about much; she’s seen and done and had so many other beautiful, wonderful, fantastic experiences that what she has missed out on don’t seem to matter that much. How many people get to dance barefoot under the Northern Lights? How many people get to go on long, lazy tours of entire continents without a single responsibility in the world? Not to have to worry about where their next meal is coming from? Or know that they can always study a different degree next go-round?

When she does get to mentally cross off a new experience, it’s usually with joy. The list gets shorter the older she gets, so new things are almost always wonderful.

But this time… well, she’s sorry that this will be an experience that she gets to cross off her list. More for her classmates than herself.

But then, maybe it’s becoming the quintessential American high school experience and this moment was inevitable.

(The silence is chilling.)

Study hall in the library is the one class she doesn’t have with Edward, Bella, or Jasper. She thought about changing it, but they all decided that having one of them not in class could be potentially useful to them - not to mention that it’s fine and healthy for Jasper to have classes without her. Esme’s always lovingly exasperated when the school sends messages home that they’re bordering on unhealthily codependent and maybe someone should look into that. This was a positive step towards looking more normal.

So she had kept study hall after lunch and now she’s sitting next to Nicole Casey who is trying not to cry, second-guessing her choices. Samantha Wells is two seats down and shaking perceptibly and every single one of them are staring very hard at their books.

She’s so very, very glad Bella had Bio with Edward after lunch.

(She can feel the ghost of her heart pounding in her ears as she tries to find a way out. But her gift won’t settle, as the future fluctuates.)

Forks is small enough that it’s hard not to know something about everyone, especially classmates - Beth’s mother has made several inappropriate passes at Emmett, Lee Stephen’s little sister has just gone into remission from leukemia, Jennifer Ford can’t manage to keep a part-time job longer than a month. Just useless nonsense that she habitually picks up for no reason.

Which is why when Kirk stormed into the library, the hair stood up on the back of her neck. He was always one of the quiet ones, slipping through the crowds without notice, coming into study hall with his head down and taking the first seat at the left-hand desk. He listened to angry music the whole time, and ignored everyone else. He was the occasional punchline to a joke, but mostly he was just another face in the junior class. Except…

Kirk’s father had been one of the workers laid off recently, when another lumber company closed up shop. A lot of families had been struggling lately, another closure had made things worse for the town, and there was only so much that could be done - Esme made sure the local food pantry was overflowing (anonymously, of course), the Cullens made regular donations of clothing to the church and the local thrift store, and Carlisle was volunteering for as many shifts in the walk-in clinic that he could get away with.

Work would come, she had seen that. By the end of summer, things would pick up again. But it wasn’t like they could tell people that, or that it made time speed up. They just had to wait.

And worry and stress created anger, and anger could come out in so many ways - like the men that lined up outside the liquor store and the one bar on the end of the town limits. The yelling and frustration towards everyone still surviving and thriving - they’d started driving Emmett’s Jeep to school, much to Rosalie’s displeasure. And the bruises that littered Kirk’s face, the way the kid hid inside his hoodie and glared at anyone that walked past. Jasper had visibly recoiled from the boy when he got too close, the distaste he had visible on his face from whatever emotions Kirk was emitting.

Oh, Jasper. She wishes he was here, so she could hold his hand. But she’s glad he’s not because she can practically feel the tension and fear and rage in this room right now; if he were here, he’d be suffering.

(Rob Sawyer is starting to wheeze, and Mrs Garcia is visibly crying. This is going to get worse before it gets better.)

“…think you’re better than me!” Kirk rants, pacing, the gun shiny and obscene in one hand. There’s a bullet hole in the check-out desk - a warning shot. “How many times, Sawyer? Huh? Since middle school?” Suddenly the gun is pressed to Rob Sawyer’s temple, and the boy squeezes his eyes shut, his lungs straining for oxygen. He is as white as a ghost, his skin waxy white, and it’s a long way from the boy that offered her a flower on Valentine’s Day last year because ‘Hale needed to know there was competition’ with a wink and a grin.

She’s waiting for the shot, waiting for the sound of the body hitting the ground.

Just as suddenly as he jammed the gun against Rob, Kirk moves on. He’d just walked into the library like a thunderstorm, reached into his backpack and pulled out the gun - a handgun, most likely used by his parents to ‘protect their home’. She hadn’t even seen it coming, because he hadn’t made the choice to take it out, to do this, right up until that exact moment.

She didn’t even know how long he’d been carrying it around. She’d never seen anything. She can’t even see how this is going to end. Everything is in flux.

Kirk’s walking round their seats now, reciting their sins and pressing the gun against their skin. Sara turned him down in middle school, Cole beat him up last year for some reason that isn’t mentioned. A laundry list of crimes that he hisses and yells and sneers back at them, grotesquely empowered to stand his ground now. She keeps her gaze fixed on the table. She can feel the metal of her seat bending where her hand is gripping it, and she has to take a breath and calm herself.

(The very, very worst thing that could happen is that Kirk does shoot one of them. Free-flowing blood… she’s intensely aware that in this moment, that will break her.)

He’s around at her table now, and she’s trying to brace herself for what comes next. She’s never had a gun pointed at her before - except for Emmett’s paintball guns; she’d been more mad that he’d point a paintball gun at her vintage Alaia, honestly. And Jasper has some vintage guns, sentimental collectibles, but even though a bullet wouldn’t do anything more than ruin her outfit, he’d rip off his own arms before he pointed a gun at his wife.

So this is new. Very new.

“Nicole Casey,” Kirk says in that sing-song voice that is unnerving. “The one who started the rumour that I pad my swimsuit because someone this ‘scrawny couldn’t have anything worthwhile going on’? Do you know what you did, Nicole? Do you know?” Everyone knows. It’s a running school joke. She’s heard from her brothers the absolute bullshit that goes on in the locker room; they’ll only intervene if it crosses over from verbal to physical, per Cullen family policy. Jasper might intervene with his gift if it’s appropriate but honestly, Jasper escapes the locker rooms like a road runner most days. Human eyes might not be able to see the scars easily, but he refuses to risk it.

The gun slides through Nicole’s hair and he leans over her shoulder. “Bang.”

And Nicole slumps in her seat, audibly sobbing.

(Everyone else is being evacuated. They can hear them; the hurried footsteps trying not to burst into a run, the tears and the desperation to be swift and as quiet as possible. There’s some yelling, people calling out for their friends and siblings, panic in their voice. It feels very far away right now.)

She feels very distant from everything that’s happening in the room right now. She wonders if Edward can hear her; the library is at the back of the school, they’ve probably evacuated everyone to the front in the hopes they can get the students off campus. She hopes Jasper is staying calm. She’s going to be fine.

The muzzle of the gun is suddenly against the back of her neck bringing her back into the moment, and it’s an odd feeling that brings up an entirely new scenario to worry about - if Kirk, who she’s never spoken with, decides to shoot her. The bullet will ricochet; if the gun is flush against her skin, it’ll backfire and… it’ll be a mess. A big one that will be hard to explain.

“Little Alice Cullen. The Cullens never give anyone the time of day. Too high and mighty to deal with us lowlifes.” The gun slides down the top of her spine. “Driving around in your sister’s car that cost more than a house. You think you’re just so much better than any one else that you had to keep it in the family rather than slum it with anyone from Forks. What’s it like, Alice? Huh? When you f-”

(It’s rather hypocritical for him to bring up their admittedly terrible cover story that she’s fucking her ‘brother’, after condemning Rob and Nicole for ruining his life over rumours and personal stuff.)

She turns her head slightly; his breath hot and damp against her face. The gun moves to jam into the space between her jaw and neck. She wishes she was alone with him right now. She’s been a Cullen for decades, she knows how to stage a suicide with the best of them.

The library doors suddenly bang open, and they all jump; including Kirk. She knows that they’re all expecting Chief Swan or one of the police, and Mrs Garcia’s face is an expression of horror when she realizes who it is.

The only person who expects him is her. The fear and anxiety that have been pouring off her would be like a beacon to him. Edward might be able to read her mind, but Jasper will always hear her when she calls - even when she doesn’t mean to.

But the very easiest way to get out of this without bloodshed is with an empath. Especially an empath who knows how to manage people. In the right head space, Jasper could sell milk to cows.

And honestly, in any bad situation, he just makes it better. Everything is going to be okay if Jasper’s there. That’s how it’s always been for her.

Except… his expression is dark. Calm, but dark. Angry. He’s so angry right now, his fists tensing at his sides. The muzzle of the gun slides back along her neck to press hard against where her neck joins her head and she hopes it doesn’t bend.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Kirk snaps, and his other hand grips the shoulder of her sweater. “If you take another goddamn step, I am going to blow her head off.”

(Someone has wet themselves. She doesn’t know who, but the smell is distinct and she’s just so intensely aware that other than the librarian, she’s surrounded by children - sixteen and seventeen years old, facing down a peer, a classmate, a friend who is threatening them with death because he’s tired of life being cruel. She just feels sorry for them, the ones that will close their eyes and not be able to forget this day, forget the barrel of the gun against their skin, and the knowledge that they might never get to say good bye to everyone they love.)

“You’re going to put the gun down.” Jasper’s voice is low. “Alice?”

“I’m okay.” Her voice quivers perfectly, she sounds like a panicked teenager trying to stay calm. Her hands are balled up in her skirt, and she’s playing the part perfectly.

“Get the fuck out, Hale,” Kirk has a slightly hysterical tone to his voice.

“Kirk, put the gun down.” Jasper’s having trouble with picking the correct flavour of calm right now, she can tell - the room is full of terror and rage. Their secret could be exposed. He’s pissed off that it was her class that Kirk chose for his vendetta.

“Make me,” Kirk snaps and Alice kind of wants to laugh. Emmett said that to Jasper once in the seventies over something. She can’t even remember what - a remote control car? Some gadget that they were both fascinated with. She just remembered that it ended with Jasper taking Emmett up on his challenge with the kind of swift and decisive action that guaranteed a humiliating defeat. One of those incidents that became family lore.

(Bella will like that story, she has to remember to tell her.)

Jasper’s eyes narrow in a way that sealed the deaths of thousands of newborns and humans back in the day, and Alice takes a breath to try and center herself. Having Kirk so close to her is uncomfortable - he doesn’t smell even fainting good, and honestly, other than Bella, she’s not usually touched all that much by humans; usually it’s accidental or incidental touching, not a grip. It’s very odd and she’s hyper-aware of him; she almost wishes he’d still been tormenting Nicole when Jasper walked in.

“You’ve made your point,” Jasper shrugged. “You’ve scared the shit out of everyone in this school, not just this room. No one is ever going to tell a joke about you again. Hell, they probably won’t talk about you ever again. And you did it without spilling any blood. You can walk away from this.”

That’s stretching the truth - Kirk’s going to prison after this, maybe after a stay in a psychiatric ward. A student can’t bring a firearm to school and go back home that night. That’s not how this ends. But it doesn’t have to get worse than that. There’s still light in the tunnel.

“Maybe I don’t fucking want to,” Kirk says back nastily. “Maybe I’m going to blow your sister-wife’s brains out.”

“That won’t end well for you.” Jasper moves closer. Everyone is transfixed. “Alice has never done anything to you, Kirk. Just put down the gun.”

(She can feel his finger shaking on the trigger. As much as fresh blood flowing is the very worst idea right now, having the bullet hit her flesh and explode the gun would end this quickly. She wonders if they can control themselves long enough to get out if someone starts bleeding.)

It hits her first; she’s always been especially vulnerable to his gift - maybe because she knows it so intimately, knows that it’s him, that she lets it happen. But she’s suddenly so calm and peaceful that she visibly relaxes. Everything is going to be okay.

Kirk’s breathing changes, and then the gun is falling away from her body and he is stepping backwards.

“The gun, Kirk.” Jasper’s voice isn’t kind, but it is firm, and she watches Kirk hold it out and maybe she holds her breath that he doesn’t change his mind at the last moment and fire it at Jasper.

Jasper’s hands close over it and she lets out a breath, closing her eyes for a moment, as Kirk drops to the ground and he begins to cry. There’s no pity in her for him right now; just relief for the others. Gratitude that her husband always has her back and is, at heart, a hero. She watches as he disassembles the gun with the intention of unloading it.

The bullets fall like rain onto the carpeted floor, and Jasper tosses the gun behind the check-out desk, and that’s when everyone comes back to life, scrambling faster than they can get their bodies to move. There’s yelling and tears and they all run, Kirk still sobbing on the floor.

She expects Jasper to take her hand, to pull her along with him into the hallway, to quietly get their stories straight so that she doesn’t have to go to hospital or talk to the police. Except he doesn’t.

He pulls her into the kind of hug that feels desperate and relieved. He’s wrapped around her like she might actually have gotten hurt, like he was actually worried for her, terrified of the outcome.

“We need to go,” she says, and he grunts his assent, but he doesn’t immediately move away. And when he finally does, he keeps one arm around her as they move through the school - no debrief, no instructions. Just the two of them hurrying outside to join the chaos.

(There’s a local news station there, and she’s relieved that they waited to leave the building, because no one really notices them slipping out to join the crowds; the police pushing past both of them to get inside and find Kirk.)

“We should have taken the gun,” she says as Jasper leads her away, towards where she can see their siblings sitting on the Jeep, waiting; Edward’s holding his phone to his ear, probably speaking with Esme or Carlisle. “We shouldn’t have left it with him.”

“I don’t care.” Jasper’s words are ice cold - and clairvoyant because seconds later, they all hear a gunshot ring out and when she gasps and turns to look around, he just wraps his arms around her protectively and keeps her moving towards their family.

(She sees Charlie, looking tired and angry; he makes eye contact with her and nods but doesn’t come over. She knows at some point, Charlie is going to come looking for her and Jasper - once he’s interviewed all the other students and Mrs Garcia, and finds out that they were right in the middle of this mess.)

She’s not really sure about getting home - she knows that she was bundled into the backseat with Jasper next to her; that Edward and Bella are following in Bella’s truck. She knows that Jasper has his arms around her the entire time, and that she’s never felt a tiredness like this before. Rose and Emmett keep looking at her in the backseat with these solemn expressions, like she’s going to keel over at any moment. And yeah, she did fuck up - she never should have missed that a student was carrying a gun around school, especially with Bella around. But she doesn’t want to think about that right now, and she doesn’t want anyone else to point that out either. She just leans against Jasper and lets everything wash over her, the conversation over her head indecipherable to her ears.

It all passes in a blur until she’s climbing out of the Jeep to find Esme there looking stricken, barely waiting for Alice to have both her feet on the ground before she’s pulled into a hug.

“Oh sweet girl,” Esme says, and she’s confused why everyone is behaving like she could have gotten hurt. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says, but Esme hugs her again - a proper mom hug, the ones she reserves for really, really bad days (slips, Maria’s unscheduled visits, the death of a human family member) and it doesn’t feel like she’s really done anything to deserve it.

“I’ll call Carlisle and let him know you’re all home safe,” Esme says, pressing a kiss to Alice’s forehead.

Edward and Bella aren’t back yet, so she doesn’t protest when Jasper gently guides her upstairs to their room, and folds her into their bed, his arms tight around her. And it’s her favourite place in the world right now; the familiar scent of the bedding, the way they both curl together in their usual positions with her head on his shoulder. It makes her feel like the world has tipped the right way up again. Like maybe her mind was still in that library, and it’s only just caught up with her body.

“How are you feeling?” Jasper asks, as if he can’t feel exactly what she is. She smiles and curls closer to him.

“I’m fine. I think you’ve all forgotten that if Kirk had tried anything, he would have hurt himself,” she replies. “I was more worried he’d damage the gun. How would we have explained that?”

Jasper’s giving her a look. “What? Are you okay? I haven’t seen you that mad in a long, long time. It couldn’t be because you missed American History.” Jasper hates that class; he’s lived through the real life events and the class so many times that the course work drives him nuts.

“I found my wife held at gunpoint today; it’s been mildly stressful,” he says lazily, but she can see the strain in his eyes.

“Jas…” she says softly. “We’re bulletproof. There’s nothing he could have done to us.”

“He might not have been able to hurt you, but he had the intention to,” Jasper explains, his fingers stroking her cheek. “He wanted to hurt you, Alice, and that is… entirely unacceptable to me. I walked in there to get you - and you alone - out of that room because of his rage and his hatred towards everyone in that room. If it had just been us, I would have… well, if he hadn’t cleaned up after himself, I would have done it for him. For even looking at you while holding that gun.”

She shivers in his arms, knowing that he means what he says. It could have been a few weeks from now, with Kirk home on bail, or it could have been ten years from now, on parole and starting over. Jasper would have found him and killed him. She knows her husband, and he holds a grudge - especially when it comes to her safety and happiness.

“There is a special terror in the sight of a fire arm for a human,” Jasper continues more gently. “They end a life so absolutely… I remember the first time I had to shoot one of our animals, when I was a child. It was such a terrible moment, it’s been over a hundred years and I’ve never forgotten it. The same with the first man I killed in war. A gun is a heavy responsibility, a way of playing god, when you’re mortal. It’s looking into the eyes of death.”

“…and I can’t really grasp that,” she says finally. “Because I’ve got no memory of them as a human.”

“There was never any doubt that you would leave that room whole, I know. But there will never, ever be a time when I won’t defend you from someone that intends you harm, whether that’s some high school kid or some kind of monster. You are always going to be my priority, the thing that I protect over everything else.” Jasper pressed his lips against her cheek and she reached up to run her fingers through his hair.

She loves him, all of him - his single-minded focus, especially towards her; his determination, his practicality, and even his over-protectiveness.

And she knows that at some point, they’re going to have deal with the fact that Kirk killed himself because of their carelessness, speaking with police on record, with the entire school knowing that they were in the eye of the storm. All those little things that could expose them, that make them memorable. She’ll let herself feel sad for Rob and Nicole and everyone else who was there who can’t sleep without feeling the barrel of the gun against their skin.

But right now, she’s going to stay here safe in her husband’s arms and be grateful for the fact that no matter what, he’s always going to come running when she calls.

[grimmplacehq]

CHARACTER INFO:

Character name: Andromeda Tonks (neé Black) Age & Birthday: 26, November 16th Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her Occupation: St. Mungo’s Healer Blood Status: Pureblood Previous House: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Neutral Face Claim: Ella Purnell

Andromeda is taken by Tara

BIOGRAPHY:

Andromeda’s story is not one that’s unfamiliar in her society, but it is unheard of in the Black family. That is, unheard of once they’ve been struck off the family tree. She grew up like many purebloods around her, sharing close relationships with both her sisters and her cousins. Going into Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin like every Black before her, which remains a pride point for her even still. However, her world changed drastically after starting school. Though she was surrounded by like-minded peers, there were still those from other walks of life in her classes. People she and Bella didn’t target as Beaters during their Quidditch matches at home. She’d known Edward Tonks for their entire time at school, but that didn’t mean they were always close. In fact, they’d had somewhat of a rivalry for the last few years. Ted, as she would go on to fondly call him, worked Prefect rounds with her and relentlessly attempted to knock her walls down. Whether it was his sheer ignorance of their world or lack of care, she wasn’t sure. Had it been Bella that he decided to saddle up with, she knew the outcome would’ve been much, much different. Upon graduation, Andromeda had a choice to make, and it wasn’t one she was too keen on, despite her family’s beliefs. With the war brewing, she knew her situation was precarious, and a decision would have to be made with no looking back. In one whirlwind of an evening, Andromeda had revealed her true relationship with Ted to her family, attempted to reason with them, grabbed her already packed bags, and left Black Manor. To this day, she hasn’t been back. Since then, she and Ted have taken the next step, marrying in a private ceremony with only a few friends in attendance. Her disowned Uncle Alphard and Sirius, who’d been kind enough to give her away, were the only family members there. Now married and discussing children, Andromeda sits in an ever shifting position. On one hand, she loves her husband and her new life working as a Healer at St. Mungo’s, but her past is constantly attempting to chase her down. While Ted was heavily involved with the Order, Andromeda chose to remain neutral, more out of safety than anything else. Old habits did die hard, she could admit, but she wanted no part in the war, especially knowing her older sister—and at one time, closest friend—was on the opposite front line. Now that the war has ended, and her family members somehow remained out of Azkaban, she knows many factors now hang in the balance. Narcissa’s upcoming nuptials are the talk of the society pages, and she has no intention of missing it.

[andromedabtonks]

Character Details

Character name: Andromeda Tonks (neé Black) Age & Birthday: 26, November 16th Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, She/Her, Bisexual (Not known yet) Occupation: St. Mungo’s Healer Blood Status: Pureblood Previous House: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Neutral Face Claim: Ella Purnell Patronus: Being both a Slytherin and a Scorpio, her patronus is a coyote. She thought it might change after her disownment, but it seems her power hungry tendencies have remained. Wand: Unicorn tail hair, 12”, reed—matches Celtic calendar

BIOGRAPHY:

Andromeda’s story is not one that’s unfamiliar in her society, but it is unheard of in the Black family. That is, unheard of once they’ve been struck off the family tree. She grew up like many purebloods around her, sharing close relationships with both her sisters and her cousins. Going into Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin like every Black before her, which remains a pride point for her even still.

However, her world changed drastically after starting school. Though she was surrounded by like-minded peers, there were still those from other walks of life in her classes. People she and Bella didn’t target as Beaters during their Quidditch matches at home. She’d known Edward Tonks for their entire time at school, but that didn’t mean they were always close. In fact, they’d had somewhat of a rivalry for the last few years. Ted, as she would go on to fondly call him, worked Prefect rounds with her and relentlessly attempted to knock her walls down. Whether it was his sheer ignorance of their world or lack of care, she wasn’t sure. Had it been Bella that he decided to saddle up with, she knew the outcome would’ve been much, much different.

Upon graduation, Andromeda had a choice to make, and it wasn’t one she was too keen on, despite her family’s beliefs. With the war brewing, she knew her situation was precarious, and a decision would have to be made with no looking back. In one whirlwind of an evening, Andromeda had revealed her true relationship with Ted to her family, attempted to reason with them, grabbed her already packed bags, and left Black Manor. To this day, she hasn’t been back.

Since then, she and Ted have taken the next step, marrying in a private ceremony with only a few friends in attendance. Her disowned Uncle Alphard and Sirius, who’d been kind enough to give her away, were the only family members there. Now married and discussing children, Andromeda sits in an ever shifting position. On one hand, she loves her husband and her new life working as a Healer at St. Mungo’s, but her past is constantly attempting to chase her down. While Ted was heavily involved with the Order, Andromeda chose to remain neutral, more out of safety than anything else. Old habits did die hard, she could admit, but she wanted no part in the war, especially knowing her older sister—and at one time, closest friend—was on the opposite front line.Now that the war has ended, and her family members somehow remained out of Azkaban, she knows many factors now hang in the balance. Narcissa’s upcoming nuptials are the talk of the society pages, and she has no intention of missing it.

[thegamingcatmom]

hey so I really struggling to capture the Denali characteristics for a fic I'm thinking of writing.

>>>>> especially Carmen Eleazar <<<<< cause we hardly see them in the movies and we get 3 lines from Carmen and idk 10 lines from Eleazar in 2movies they in. Mostly I'm wondering on your Carmen Eleazar like did you made up what personality style they could be? Or use a wheel of choices on personality? Like what got you to think 'yeah this feels right' when writing their parts? I like ur tanya/Carmen fic. <3

Hi!

I totally get the struggle. It's really a shame they got so little screentime. Carmen and El are so charismatic and bring some diversity into all that...blondness. 😅

(I seem to have a thing for blondes though. 🤭)

Then again, none of the Denalis got the screentime they deserved. 😤

As for their personalities:

It´s really a mix of going with what lil canon gives us & what feels right. More the latter I´d say though because, as you said, there´s hardly enough material to really build on.

Carmen came a lot easier to me, I have to say. She´s canonically very maternal and nurturing, so I build on that. For example:

BD Part 1:

was the first to greet Bella at the wedding

"Irina, come, say hello to Bella" when Irina kinda forgot about everyone else cause she had a staring contest with the wolves

...Oh, that´s all we got here. LMAO, that sucks. 💀

BD Part 2:

"I can feel her" -> was the first to give Renesmée a chance

holds Tanya´s hand in support/comfort when the possibility of a war is being discussed

throws Tanya a look that basically says "what shall we do? whatever you decide, I´ll support it" when Edward asks who´ll join them in a battle that seems impossible to win

but not just that: Tanya actively seeks that advice too, looking up at Carmen like "what should I do, mom?"

at the end of the almost-battle, Carmen immediately goes to comfort Tanya over the loss of her sister

What sticks out most to me is that, instead of Tanya, it´s mostly Carmen who seems to be the voice of reason/driving force in most situations. Or, well, her coven members look to her for guidance, at least.

Carmen is Momma, so that´s how I try to write her. She´s the one you wanna go to when you just need a break from everyone and everything. Or for a pep talk. 😭❤️

As for Eleazar:

He´s tough to get to the bottom of, I gotta admit that. I´m still in the middle of writing his entrance, so that should tell you quite a bit. 💀

(In my defense though: his entrance is rather...wordy. 😅)

One thing I noticed: My writing style kinda changed once I got to his part because he´s just so different from the rest of the coven. He´s quite sophisticated, but more in a Professor kinda way, yknow? Very different from Tanya´s "I´m da queen" sophisticated. 😅

If I had to break my interpretation of his character down into one sentence, I guess I´d go with:

Adorable nerd who has a knack for being unsettling without meaning to. 🙃

He´s curious by nature, but tends to observe things from afar rather than approach them directly like his wife does. He has to be really fascinated by something or someone for him to act on his impulses.

...Which basically means studying that something or someone to death. 📖🔎

He lets his wife do the social stuff, for the most part. However, he has no problem tagging along when there´s a firm hand guiding him. So he´ll follow wherever Carmen goes, basically. 🤭

I´ve said it before:

Carmen = the Heart

Eleazar = the Brain

Carmen -> no hesitation, approaches Bella directly as if they´ve known each other forever, very maternal

Eleazar -> follows where his wife goes, keeps a polite distance as he observes the interaction, happy to be there nonetheless

It´s the mix that makes it perfect. 🫶

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For me, the most important thing is that it feels natural. When I write, I keep going like "is that actually something they would say/do?" for pretty much every spoken word and interaction.

When it comes to Tanya, I often find myself mulling over the most basic of things, such as whether she´d use "shall" or "will". She might be more prone to using "will" when she´s agitated, because I imagine she loses some of her posh attitude in the heat of the moment, lol.

It´s small things, but they can have a huge impact on the overall storytelling and reading experience. When it feels right to me whilst reading it, then I reckon it will feel right to others as well. (Which means the focus should be on what feels right for you.)

And that´s really the most important thing, I´d say:

Think about how you see the characters and what you wanna see them do with that. Make em your bitches. 😌👌

Thanks a lot for your ask & for the lovely feedback on my fic! 💋

[deniable-masterpiece]

no real. need stalker wally who beats up any guy who dares looks my way and makes sure we attend every one of his matches but he can’t wait to fuck us loudly in the locker room while either everyone’s gone or all the guys can watch how we belong to him. need stalker matt who gets a whiff of our scent and can’t stop obsessing over it, tying us up with his tie while he fucks us so he can inhale our scent better. 🎀

oh locker roooooms, i’m seeing the wally obsession cum through! (but that would be hot, making his entire football team back down and the teachers and the other students. especially in the locker room. he basically corners you while you change and holed up his shirt or jersey or towel to block anyone else from looking, even if he’s stark naked. he’ll face you and everything, looking over you with his height (i’m like a foot shorter than milo so he is in fact a giant next to me)) <- um same for Archie Andrew’s and Nate Jacobs doing the same thing. SPEAKING OF NATE. when he fantasized about getting to kill for maddie, thinking about saving her and making her his princess in need of saving all the time. but also the fact that he was the one to hurt her the worst too, something about wanting to be protective but doling out the same, if not worse, pain. godddd. throw in edward cullen to that list because imagine he was willing to kill for bella (but us ofc), like he’s a vampire who can read minds. who is able to catch the guy that’s just thinking about throwing you in his truck or taking you the second you depart from edward to use your holes for his own pleasure in the bathroom at some restaurant. and yknow who’s there in a second to block the door? eddie boy. and there will be bloody sex after (i guess that one’s a little too consensual and protective on our behalf, maybe we don’t know edward and he just happens to want our blood, our smell, our everything and even our thoughts are enough for him.)

but also yessss matt doing it. his heightened senses are just too good to not capitalize on it. he might not even be able to read minds but he can pick up on so much about you from just giving you a second of attention that now he needs a lifetime of it. and fuuuuck yes, like he picks you up as daredevil and takes you back to his apartment, using one of his discarded ties on the floor to bound your wrists to the bedposts and indulging in you. but alsoooo matt doing it as himself. you underestimated him for being blind but he’s so articulate and knows everything about you when youve barely spoken three words to him, or if any at alllll