#bella's chevy truck

[linggluu]

Hey. Don't hate the truck.

Look what I just copped,🥹❤️

[ashcal99]

Certain Things : Leah Clearwater I

Chapter One

"Something about you, It's like an addiction, Hit me with your best shot honey, I've got no reason to doubt you, 'Cause certain things hurt, And you're my only virtue"

Summary: Conner Swan moves to Forks Washington in hopes to help his sister Bella through her breakup with Edward. In hopes to find happiness again. He finds much more.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, loss, antidepressants, general angst, slow burn

Words: 3.5k

A/N: Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz thnx.

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!!!There is a prologue linked above if you're interested. You don't need to read it, but it does explain a lot of what's written later on.!!!

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December 18th, 2005

Traveling to Forks all the way from Phoenix was a long and boring trip. One that Conner had never driven before as he typically flew when traveling to visit his father. Unfortunately, seeing as he had about 20 moving boxes crammed in and strapped down under a tarp in the bed of his truck, he couldn’t exactly travel by those means this time. He supposed could’ve shipped his belongings and truck up the country, but he didn’t even want to think about how much money that would have cost. Being an accountant didn’t exactly support a lavish lifestyle by any means. Moving was never fun, especially when it was almost 1,600 miles away. But he knew that when he agreed to his father’s request to relocate north.

The twenty-one year old had been driving for about nineteen hours now, so doing a quick calculation in his head, he figured he had about four and a half hours left of the drive. He had refused to stop and pay for a hotel that he couldn’t afford and tiredness had long started to eat away at his mind. Looking at the small fluorescent numbers on his dashboard, he saw it had reached dinner time. In almost comical timing, his stomach growled out a borderline demonic sound, demanding to be fed. Giving into hunger, he pulled the old dull blue chevy truck to the nearest exit, deciding he would stop at the first restaurant he drove past. Much to his dismay, the only signs of life were an old gas station that looked like it was straight out of the 1950’s and a diner to match. Sure, 50’s diners had their appeal, but let’s just say, this one seemed a bit too authentic. He could get back on the interstate and drive further to see if there was anything else, but he knew for a fact that there wouldn’t be another exit for miles and he wasn’t about to backtrack south. He would just have to hope and pray that the food tasted better than the place looked. 

Driving up to the almost empty parking lot, he pulled the transmission into park and un-clicked his seatbelt. Pausing for a moment he glanced again to the dirty windows and rusting railing of the building and grimaced. Did he really need food this bad? His stomach answered almost immediately with a low gurgling groan. Okay, that would be a yes then. Throwing his door open, he stepped out, stretching his long limbs for what felt like the first time in years. Reluctantly, he stepped back from the pick-up, manually locking the vehicle with the key, and began trudging stiffly to the dull chrome rimmed door. Once inside, his hopes for a decent meal demolished to ash as the odor of grease and burnt toast hit his sinuses. His nose wrinkled in disgust, as he choked out a cough in protest, earning the attention of a middle aged woman wearing a stained white apron who was sat directly in front of the doors, at the diner’s bar. Looking almost shocked to see a customer, she slid off the stool to her feet. Stepping over to greet Conner at the “wait to be seated” sign. 

“Well hello, how can I help you?” She asked confused, the crease between her brows deepening. This couldn’t be a good sign, right? Surly it was bad that she was questioning why he would step into a diner around dinner time.

Taking a quick breath, trying not to breath through his nose too much, he answered. “Um yeah, table for one?” He needed food and a break from driving to wake up, he told himself. He could muster through this and get back to driving soon. 

Quirking an eyebrow at the young man, the woman answered. “Are you sure about that? The only people we ever really serve are the farmers around here, and they clearly have incredibly low standards when it comes to the definition of food.” 

He grimaced as another strong wiff of something burning hit his nostrils, seeming to singe the hairs. “Yeah, I can see that, well… smell it I guess.” He stated, wincing from the stench. “Unfortunately though, yes, I am afraid I do need to have something to eat as soon as possible or I think my stomach may start eating itself. Which I’m starting to wonder if that is the better of the two options here.” He half joked, earning a small slanted grin from the waitress.

“Right this way sweetie.” She said, ushering him to follow her to the furthest booth from the open kitchen. She slid into the booth quickly, reaching forward to unlatch the ancient window. She swiftly pulled the metal frame upwards, it groaning in protest. “Sorry about the smell sweet pea, our cook Earl gets a bit overzealous with the toaster.” She apologized, sliding against the old creaky booth to stand upright.

Conner smiled slightly, leaning down to sit on the cracked worn leather. “No worries, I just need something to eat to get me by for the rest of my drive.” He stated, pausing a moment to get a nice breath of fresh air from the now open window. “What would you recommend that’s least likely to give me food poisoning, a heart attack, or a stomach ulcer?” He half joked, a lop sided grin forming on his mouth. 

The woman let out a bark of laughter, throwing her hand to her chest. “Honey, I wouldn’t touch any food here with a ten foot pole myself, but if you’re that desperate, I would recommend a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup considering the soup comes from a can-“ she paused, taking in a breath from her nose, and continued. “But, on second thought, maybe just some soup would be best.” She smiled apologetically. 

Agreeing to the soup with a glass of water to drink, Conner leaned back into the creaking booth, stretching his legs as much as the space below the short table would allow. Running his fingers through his hair, he let out a deep sigh, as his thoughts began to wander. 

He didn’t know what to expect when seeing his sister again after almost a year with little to no contact. The last time he had seen her had been after her accident and she had been too drugged up on pain meds to really hold much of a conversation. As far as he knew, she had no idea he was moving up, as him and Charlie decided it would be best kept a surprise. 

Conner wasn’t too sure how she would react considering she had willingly stopped her daily conversations with him. He did know that after starting his antidepressants he had gotten a bit better with handling his trauma, and he could only hope that he was less of a burden to her because of it. Because, that’s what he was, right? Clearly there was a reason she had stopped talking to him after years of having a tight knit relationship with each other. 

Really, he didn’t blame her, not too much anyway. He didn’t want her to feel trapped into comforting him through his depression, no matter how much it hurt him to be pushed away. She was the younger sibling and he had made the promise to protect her, not the other way around. He couldn’t expect to be coddled by her. None the less, the thought made his chest ache.

He slumped forwards, elbows resting on the table, dropping his head into his hands. The dull ache in his forehead grew. His thoughts continued grow more and more dismal, the ache turning into a pulsing behind his brow. He let his eyes shut as he kneaded his thumbs on his temples, trying to relieve some of the pain. 

Before he knew it, he was jolting awake to a small shake of his shoulder. Looking around frantically, it took him a moment to remember where he was. The diner’s fluorescent lights burned his sleepy eyes as tried blinking them to attention. Turning to the waitress that still had her hand on his shoulder he asked, slightly panicked. “What time is it? How long was I asleep?” 

She gave him a soft smile and replied. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you were only out a few minutes.” She paused, setting the bowl of steaming soup she had been holding down on the table, completely unbothered by the obvious heat of the ceramic bowl. “I am, however a bit concerned about your state of alertness and getting back on the road.” She continued.

He let out a small awkward laugh in reply, brushing his fingers through his hair once again, it being a bit of a nervous habit of his to do so. “Yeah-“ He said, letting out a deep yawn. “I guess I needed a bit of a power nap. I should probably get a cup of coffee to go and hope my stomach doesn’t put up too much of a fight at the food and drink combination.” He laughed. 

She chuckled in reply, resting her hands inside the stained apron pockets. “Well, I’ll go ahead and start brewing that for you then.” She said smiling, turning, and walking behind the bar.

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Conner sipped on the coffee that had long lost its’ warmth, trying to keep himself alert. It had been a while since he had been in cold like Washington during December, and of course, he had forgotten that his truck’s heating had gone out. It was just his luck that this happened. He hadn’t exactly forgotten, but he had been so used to driving around phoenix, no matter the time of year, with his window rolled down to compensate for the fact that the heating and ac had stopped working. Arizona didn’t exactly come with the issue of trying to stay warm over half of the year. So, of course, when the sun had set just as he crossed over the Washington state line, he instantly regretted not fixing the truck previously. He knew he would have to find a mechanic to fix it asap, but for now, he was screwed.

So there her was, bundled in as many layers as he could fit on his body, sipping on cold coffee, shivering while his teeth chattered in his mouth. His cheeks had to have been bright red, he was sure. He was almost there though. In fact, hd was even starting to recognize familiar buildings on his way into town, and he knew he was only a few minutes away. Sure enough, he rounded the corner and instantly spotted the old police cruiser out front.

 Not much had changed with the house since he had last seen it. The same old trees out front. Same chipped white paint. The only difference was a clunky ancient looking orange truck that now occupied half of the cracked driveway. This, he knew to be Bella’s. She had gotten it on her first day in town, back when she was still speaking to her brother. 

Putting the truck in park for its’ final time of the night, he sighed, pulling the key from the ignition. Grabbing a few things, his keys, cell phone, and backpack full of overnight items, he slid out of the cab of the truck into the cold air. He closed the car door softly, trying not to make too much noise in hopes to not wake Bella, assuming she would be sleeping by now. He knew she had been having trouble sleeping and didn’t want to interfere with what little sleep she did get.

Walking up to the front door, he knocked softly. As he stood there, blowing on his hands, trying to warm them the best he could, the door swung open. And there stood Charlie. Not a thing had changed, minus maybe a new wrinkle here or there. Still the same warn out flannel shirt, bushy mustache, and warm brown eyes. "Conner!" His father whisper-shouted. Grabbing his son and wrapping him in his arms. God, he missed his dad’s hugs. Sure, the man was socially awkward as hell, but damn, did he hug with his whole heart. “I missed you so much, Son.” He said, the words muffled by Conner’s shoulder. His son had gotten taller since he had last seen him, that was for sure.

“I missed you too, Dad” He said, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come to visit sooner.” He felt his eyes begin to water, trying to push back the building emotion behind his voice.

The older man pulled away, keeping his hands on his son’s shoulders, looking deep into the blues of his eyes. “Stop that. You don’t have to explain yourself or apologize. You’ve been through hell and back, Con. I understand, and I just hope that I can be there for you when you need me.” He said, tears filling his eyes as well. “You and Bells are the most important things in my life and that’s never going to change, okay?” He asked. 

As Conner looked into the deep brown of his father’s eyes, the tightness in his chest that had been there for over year, slightly loosened its’ grip. He felt the comfort of home embrace the shards of his broken heart for the first time since Mia had left him. A small smile graced his lips as he nodded lightly, excepting his father’s love. 

Charlie let out a deep sigh, letting his hands drop from his son’s shoulders, ushering him inside the warmth of the home. Closing the door and locking it, he turned to Conner. “I put sheets on your bed upstairs. I’m sorry, I only had your old sheets that fit, so you may want to get new ones once you get settled.” He said, giving his son a small smile.

“Thanks, Dad. I’m sure they’re fine. I’m just ready to knock out for ten hours straight.” He said, laughing lightly. 

Charlie smiled. ”Okay, I'm going to go to sleep now, have to get up early in the morning. I assume you’ll still be asleep when I leave for work, but I’ll be home around seven, if you want to wait up and have dinner with me?” He asked hopefully. 

"Will do, goodnight dad.” Conner replied, smiling softly. 

"Night, Con. Glad you're here." Charlie took one more glance at his son before walking down the hall and into his bedroom.

He knew his aching limbs and head would have to wait until tomorrow to unpack the bed of his truck, so he didn’t bother waiting any longer before he trudged up the narrow stairs to his childhood bedroom. Trying to open the old creaky door quietly, he reached in, flipping the light on. 

Warm light flooded the room revealing a small dresser, and an old mattress lying on the floor. It wasn’t the best set up, seeing as he was six foot two and would probably find some difficulty getting out of bed from so low, but this was how it was set up when he was a kid. Charlie hadn’t had time to change much of anything with such short notice and that was made clear by the power ranger posters that littered the wood paneling of the walls and the sheets that were stretched tightly across the mattress that were covered in looney tunes characters. 

He sighed, knowing he would need to purchase a bed frame eventually, as he left his old one back in Phoenix, not exactly having the room for it in the bed of his truck. But that was okay, he had at least packed his sheets, and they were tucked away somewhere with the rest of his things. He would worry about that tomorrow though. For now, he just wanted a warm shower and a good night’s rest. 

Setting his keys and phone down on the dresser, he turned, making his way to the small shared bathroom down the hall. Turning the water on, he dug through his bag, finding his soap and shampoo, and setting them on the edge of the tub. Peeling layer by layer off, he tossed them into the laundry hamper that occupied the far left corner. Finally, he discarded his last piece of clothing, the cool air hitting his bare skin. 

Goosebumps rose on his arms as he stepped over the edge of the tub, letting the steady stream of water run over his rigid frame. He took in a deep breath, feeling the steam enter his lungs. Slowly letting the air back out, he felt his body relax under the warmth of the water. His body ached in protest of his day’s journey, the heat gradually easing the tense muscles. His mind blurred through the motions of his shower routine, wanting to finish quickly, so that he could enjoy the warmth for a bit longer. Finishing, he leaned his head back, letting the water droplets run freely down his face.  

It was then that he allowed his thoughts to overcome him. It had been an overwhelming day to say the least, and after over twenty-four hours of distracting himself with music or books on tape, he was finally alone with his mind. He didn’t know what to expect from the move. It had been so long since he had set foot in the small town, and suddenly he was picking up and moving here? Sure, he had always missed his father and was happy to be around people he loved once again, but everything had progressed so quickly, he hadn’t been given time to process anything. He had gone over a year after the accident going by a strict schedule he had set in place in order to distract himself from the agonizing pain in his heart. 

Now, he had been ripped away from his job, from his apartment, and from the life he was used to living day by day, and suddenly it was hard to breath. He felt his chest begin to raise quickly, up and down as he tried to catch is bearings. The sound of the water beating down on the porcelain tub began to drown out, the pounding in his ears numbing everything but the panic building in his chest. 

Was he screaming? Maybe? Surely not. No, definitely not. Snapping out of his thoughts, he quickly shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he rushed to dry himself and wrap the cloth around his waist. Pushing the door open, cool air rushed down his spine, bringing the goosebumps back to his skin. Following the screams, he found himself lead to what he remembered to be his sister’s room. 

Sure enough, there she was. The light of the hallway pouried in through the doorway, illuminating her thrashing body. He rushed to her side, shaking her urgently, trying to wake her from her nightmare. With a sudden gasp of air, she shot awake. Squinting through the light at the hazy silhouette before her, she blinked rapidly. Her voice cracked. “C-Conner?” She asked confused. Was she still dreaming? She couldn’t be. Her dreams hadn’t consisted of anything as pleasant as seeing her brother for a while now. 

But her heart sunk as realization hit her. She had deliberately avoided him for over a year. Of course she had a good reason to do so in the beginning, but eventually it just turned into her not knowing how to come back and fix the mess that she had made of their relationship. And now he was here to taunt her in her dreams? This had to be a nightmare. 

Panic began to fill her chest once again. Conner saw this in the brown of her eyes, and he quickly laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Bells, it’s okay. It’s me, I’m here.” He said reassuringly. 

The space between her eyebrows creased as she finally got a good glimpse at him. Water dripped from his tousled hair onto the soft lavender of her sheets, darkening the shade slightly. She blinked. It was really him. She wasn’t too sure if that was much better than him being a part of her nightmare. “H-How?” She breathed out.

Conner sighed, “It’s late Bells, and I’ve been driving all day. I’ll explain in the morning, I promise. But, for now, you and I both need sleep. Okay?” He asked. After receiving a nod in repose, he stood, assuring his towel was secure around his waist, and walked forward to leave the room.

“Con?” Bella croaked. Turning his head back to the girl, he hummed in question. “I love you.” She answered softly, her voice trailing off slightly towards the end of her sentence.

The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly upward. “I love you too, Bells. Goodnight.” He said, not waiting for a response as he walking into the hallway, shutting her bedroom door behind himself.

After going back to the bathroom and grabbing his backpack, he sauntered back to his room. Dressing quickly in black sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt, he climbed down into bed silently. Wrapping himself in the warmth and comfort of his childhood bed, he let himself succumb to sleep.

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[miamouse16]

1.2

Riley

"I still don't understand why I have to wear these stupid clothes" Vlad whined as we got out of my 1969 Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 "because we need to blend in. And the clothes we normally wear aren't gonna help us blend in. We just have to wait a little longer until Bella gets here" I said sitting on the boot of my car. Suddenly a loud noise was heard through the parking lot "is that her?" I smiled seeing her car. She was driving a 1963 Chevy sidestep C-10 pickup. Which weren't around as much as they used to now days.

"Yep that's her" Vlad grumbled as I dragged him over to her. "Hey Bells!" She smiled as she got out of her car "hey Ri" "nice truck" "thanks" Bella led us to the office where we got our schedules and maps "looks like we have all classes together" I said looking over Vlad and I's schedules. Vladimir didn't see anything in doing this kind of thing but he did it for me cause despite what he often says or does, he has those rare moments where he'll tell me he loves me.

"You guys have history first" Bella quickly led us to our class before running off to her own. "Ok class we have two new students. Please meet Riley and Vladimir Romanian. Ms Romanian you'll be next to Mr Hale and Mr Romanian you'll be with Ms Cullen. Mr Hale, Ms Cullen, please raise your hand"

I walked to the back of the classroom to find a young man with blonde curls, a lean but muscular body. And he had beautiful butterscotch eyes. "Ok class today we'll be learning about the civil war. Can anyone give me a fact about it?" 

Jasper

I rose my hand but the new girl beside me spoke before I got a word out "the civil war started April 12th 1861 and ended in May 13th 1865. The cause of the Civil War started because of uncompromising differences between the free and slave states over the power of the national government to prohibit slavery in the territories that had not yet become states" "amazing Ms Romanian!" Mr Farley said surprised. I slowly put my hand down as I looked over at her in surprise myself.

"Well class I'll be handing you an assignment that will be due in two weeks. You can choose any war you want but you have to have the assignment done and handed in by the end of those two weeks. Your partner will be your desk buddy so get to it" when we locked eyes it felt like we were the only two in the room.

"I was thinking about doing the one hundred year war" I nodded and we started researching "you can come over this weekend and we can work on it then seeing as our next history lesson is Friday, you free Sunday?" She nodded as the bell went before quickly walking out.

I headed to the cafeteria where the rest of my siblings would be waiting. Once everyone arrived we walked in like usual and sat down at our table, the usual Cullen gossip going around until The Romanian siblings walked in with lunch trays.

They walked to an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria and sat down "something's off about those two" Edward said glaring at them "oh be quiet Edward. You’re just saying that cause they know your blood bag" Rosalie sneered.

“they're human's just like her" "which is bad" I said. Rosalie looked at me in confusion "why?" "Because the girl is my mate" Rosalie sighed but said nothing which was a surprise being that she hated Bella.

“What no snide comment?” Edward sneered “Edward a mate is very different from a blood singer” Rosalie sneered back to which Edward scoffed “whatever” he mumbled, not audible to human hearing but for vampires it was as if at normal volume. Once the bell went Rosalie Emmett and I headed to our last class of the day, English.

When I walked in I saw Riley and her brother sitting at the table in front of mine and Alice’s “ok settle down class!” The teacher yelled as we sat down. Once the day ended we headed towards the cars. I leaned against Emmett and I’s Jeep and watched as Riley, her brother and the Swan girl walked across the lot “you should go talk to your girl” Emmett chuckled patting my back. As Riley reached her car she turned and locked eyes.

“It’s more complicated than that Emmett” I sighed as she hugged the swan girl and got in her car, driving away “Shouldn’t you already know if she likes you or not?” He said as I jumped in the passenger seat with Rosalie and Alice in the back.

“no, I don’t know why but I can’t get a read on her, it’s like she’s a blank slate” “don’t worry Jasper, you’ll figure something out” Rosalie said patting my shoulder.

I looked behind me confused “what’s with you? First you hate Bella and then when I tell you that Riley was my mate your on board with it?” “…look Jasper, while I’m against Edward and Bella being together, I want you to be happy but also that a mate is completely different from a blood singer. There someone who will love you for the rest of you life while a blood singer is only a possibility of a mate. Edward could always be wrong and that could endanger our family”

I gave her a small smile before looking back out the window. When we reached home I headed to my room after grabbing a book on the hundred year war from Carlisle’s library “the hundred year war?” I looked to see Carlisle standing in my door way “we’re doing a project on wars and my partner and I chose this war” he nodded while looking at the book “you know it’s funny but while they say it was a hundred year war it was actually 116 years” I nodded my head curiously.

“Well thanks Carlisle, I’ll make sure to come to you if we need help Sunday” he smiled at me before leaving. I looked out the window to see it heavily raining again ‘hmm. I wonder what Riley’s doing right now?’

[real-time-twilight]

Twilight vs. Life and Death #12

🍏Life and Death🍏

"Well it's a truck, actually, a Chevy."

   "Where did you find it?"

   "Do you remember Bonnie Black down at La Push?" La Push is the small Indian reservation on the nearby coastline.

   "No."

   "She and her husband used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

   That would explain why I didn't remember her. I do a good job of blocking painful things from my memory.

   "She's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so she can't drive anymore, and she offered to sell me her truck cheap."

🍎Twilight🍎

"Well it's a truck, actually, a Chevy."

   "Where did you find it?"

   "Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

   "No."

   "He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

   That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

   "He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

Let's start off with our first name change since Beau. Now I didn't talk much about the change from Isabella/Bella to Beaufort/Beau. I am perfectly fine with that name swap. The main difference is that Beau actually has a reason to be embarrassed about his name and stick a pin in that, because it will come up later. But we're here to talk about "Billy" >> "Bonnie". Now I like this change, I think Bonnie really suits the character, although I will point out that she could have just changed the spelling of the name from Billy to Billie. Either works. The name Bonnie is of Scottish origin and means "Beautiful", but it's also a nickname for the "Bonita".

The next change is very interesting to me. It's the change of the descriptior for the La Push reservation from "tiny" to "small" I think this is Second Editing Run, and I think it's because she may have thought that "tiny" might sound demeaning. I'm just throwing that out there, though.

The change of "on the coast" to "on the nearby coastline" is also probably Second Editing Run because this gives better context for the proximity of Forks to the water.

The fishing trips with Billy are changed to fishing trips with Bonnie and her husband, and I totally concur with the ladies over at @threebooksoneplot that this is absolutely the Mormon jumping out that Smeyer can't conceive of a married woman spending any time with a male friend to the exclusion of her husband. So all changes made on the basis of sex fall under the category I've christened "Beau is a Boy"

And finally, this one really jumped out at me as the softening of Bella's personality as Steph was adapting her into Beau. Bella calls the fishing trips with Billy, not just painful but unnecessary. This line is still shockingly mean but I do believe the omissions was intended to soften the blow.

[no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist]

Bella Swan is just a boy in a Chevy truck apparently

[reimagining-twilight]

🦢 Chapter Three - Phenomenon Part One Bella 🦢

(A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my freind who introduced me to Misery X CPR X Reeses Puffs)

The next day I wake up to yet another layer of snow coating the ground and when I walk out to the truck the driveway is deadly slick. I nearly break myself slipping on a patch of ice in my haste. I'm excited to get to school, and not just for the learning. That is stupid—very, very stupid.

I shouldn't be excited to see him. I should be avoiding him and his mood swings, his strange eyes, and his perfect, angelic face that leaves me tongue tied whenever I picture it. I focus as I drive down Main Street at a snail's pace in order to avoid the headline:

Local New Girl Carves Path of Destruction Down Main Street in Ancient Chevy; 8 Cars Totaled!

My truck, to my suprise, stays exactly where it should, never slipping even an inch. I probably owe this thing my life. When I pull into the car park, careful not to slip again, I notice why I haven't had trouble with the ice. Charlie had put brand new snow tires and ice chains on my truck. I'm not used to being taken care of and a wave of emotions threaten to knock me over.

I glance over the parking lot toward the shiny Maserati. Jasper, Alice and Edward are staring at me in horror and now everyone is shouting, but of more immediate importance is the blue van skidding rapidly through the car park. It hit the ice again and I hear a boy's voice curse "SHIT, SHIT, SHIIIT!" as the van begins to skid off in a different direction, right towards my truck. I'm standing between them. I can't run, I'd never get far enough, so I just brace myself, closing my eyes. At least it will be quick . . . I hope.

Then something hits me, cold and hard, but not from the direction I'm expecting. A strange tingling went through me where the object had touched my body. I'm lying behind the tan Honda I'd parked next to but I don't have time to observe my surroundings because the van curls around the truck bed and is about to collide with me again.

"Crap" an angelic voice mutters, making me swear that someone is with me. The voice is impossible not to recognize, a light accent tinting the words.

Two long, white hands shoot out protectively in front of me and the van shudders to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body.

Then the hands move so fast they blur. One is suddenly gripping under the body of the van and something is dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag doll's, like I weigh nothing, til they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurts my ears and the van settles, glass popping, onto the asphalt—exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been.

it's absolutely silent for one long second before the screaming begins. In the abrupt bedlam, I can hear more than one person shouting my name. But more clearly than all the yelling, I can hear Jasper Hale's low, frantic voice in my ear.

"Izzy? Are you all right?"

"Jasper? I'm fine," says a voice that doesn't feel like my own. I'm too focused on the fact that he called me Izzy. I'd told everyone else to call me Bella but I like it. I try to sit up and realise he is holding me against the side of his body in an iron grasp. He is cold but everywhere we touch an electric warmth spreads through me. I stop fighting.

"Be careful," he warned, "I think you hit your head pretty hard."

I'm now alerted to a spreading ache centred above my left ear. "Ow," I say, surprised.

"Yeah, I think you might have a concussion," he says authoritatively.

"How in the..." I shake my head to clear it. "How did you get over here so fast?"

"I was standing right next to you, Izzy," he explains, his soft tone doing funny things to my brain. I can't think.

I try again to sit up and he lets me this time, moving as far away as possible in our confined space. I look at his face. It's concerned and innocent. His eyes pull me in. I'm sure I'm staring again, lost in the depth of his golden irises. I can't remember my own name—maybe I did hit my head.

This is all so confusing. It all happened so fast! I don't even know what really happened. Something hit my truck right?

Then there is chaos, everyone shouting my name, "Isabella! Bella? Bella!"It should bother me that no one seemed to be concerned about Jasper, but I'm lost in my blissful assuredness.

"Don't move," my friend Marta from the clarinet section instructs us.

"Get Eli out of the van!" Thresa shouts.

"Joey, go get the teachers!" Marta yells to her brother

Everyone is frantic and I try to get up, but Jasper's arm stifles me, "Sit tight for a moment, I don't want you to hurt yourself further." His voice is the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

"But it's cold," I say, my voice still sounding faraway. Faraway? I suddenly remember something else.

"You were over there. You were standing by your car." I blurt out.

His expression is briefly shocked then turned into a sympathetic smile. "No, I wasn't."

"I saw you," I say. I know I did, don't I?

"Izzy, I was walking over here to ask you about our History homework. I was standing with you when the van started skidding and I pulled you out of the way." He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me and I suddenly realise that he's right. Of course he is. Nobody can cross a car park that fast! Besides, he called me Izzy again. Do the details really matter?

I try to fight it, "No."

The gold in his eyes blazes. "Izzy, please,"he breathes, his musical voice overwhelming.

Suddenly I want to please him so bad it's physically painful.

"Of course," I say and the feeling calms into a blank sort of happiness.

It takes six EMTs and plus Mr. Varner and Coach Clapp to move the van far enough away from us to even bring the stretchers in. When an EMT named Bob tries to give Jasper a stretcher he refuses and Bob moves on but when I tried to do the same, they just load me on anyway. The happiness fades completely.

The real pain, however, comes when they put me in a neck brace while the entire school watches.

My father arrives on the scene before I'm all the way into the ambulance. At first he is horrified, but then he calms. I thought he would bombard me with questions but he just turns to the EMT and asks, "Is she okay?"

The almost bored looking EMT replied, "Yes."

As if by magic, Jasper is there, tall and leonine and a feeling of ease spreads through me despite where I am. "Chief Swan, would it be alright if I ride in the back with your daughter, just to make sure that she's alright."

Charlie nods easily and I'm surprised at his enthusiasm.

They pull my stretcher all the way into the ambulance and Jasper hops quickly into the back, sitting next to the other EMT. I suddenly feel high. Has the EMT given me painkillers? I can't remember.

Due to my status as the chief's daughter I'm so "kindly" escorted to the hospital by the Forks Police. While I'm being unloaded Jasper walks into the building completely under his own control.

They put me in the E.R, a long room with a line of beds separated by pastel-patterned curtains. A matronly looking nurse takes my temperature and blood pressure, both of which are normal. Being in the open where everyone can see me with that stupid neck brace is too much so when nurse grandma walks away I undo the Velcro and chuck it aside.

When I come down from the high, I think about what I've seen. When they'd lifted me away from the car, I had seen a deep dent in the tan car's bumper, a very distinct dent that fit the contours of Jasper's shoulders... as if he had braced himself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame.

None of his family even seemed mildly concerned for his safety.

A few minutes later another stretcher is brought in. On it is Eli Chang, blood soaked gauze wraps all around his head. He looks horrible, but his first words are, "Bella, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm okay, Eli. Are you?" I ask as the nurse who is changing his wraps pulls them back and reveals a field of cuts across his forehead and left cheek.

He ignores me and continues quickly. "I thought I was going to kill you! I'm going too fast and I hit the ice wrong.!" He winces as one nurse starts cleansing his bloodied face.

"Well you didn't, so don't worry about it," I say just wanting him to forget about the whole thing, which is hard because of our current location.

"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were there and then you were gone!"

"Umm... Jasper pulled me out of the way."

He looks confused. "Who?"

"Jasper Hale. He was standing next to me." Not to my surprise I hadn't miraculously become an amazing liar, but he seemsto believe it.

"Hale? I didn't see him... wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is he okay?"

"I think so. He's here somewhere, but they didn't make him use a stretcher," I complain.

"Probably with his dad, Dr. Cullen. He's a surgeon here," Eli guesses.

They take an x-ray of my head and it turns out that indeed nothing is wrong. I ask if I can go home but the nurse says I must see a doctor first. So I'm stuck in the bed with only Eli's constant string of apologies for company. I refuse to believe I'm slowly going insane but I just can't explain what I've seen.

Finally, I decided to fake sleep in hopes of an escape. He doesn't stop though, even after he thinks I'm asleep.

"Is she sleeping?" a voice asks. It's soft and careful. I open my eyes. Jasper Hale is standing at the foot of my bed, a concerned look on his perfect face. I fight the urge to gawk and try my hand at a glare instead. I suspect I don't look nearly as menacing as I intend.

"Hey, Jasper, I'm really sorry . . ." Eli pleads.

Jasper put up a hand to stop his cries, "No blood, no foul," he says.

"Are you alright?" Jasper asks me, moving a chair next to my bed.

"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," I groan. "How come you aren't trapped here like the rest of us?"

"I'm not injured," he says simply.

"You. . .you're not injured?" You braced against a van with your bare hands! And you're not injured? That's what I want to say but I held my tongue.

Jasper just gives a small smile, that concerned look still on his god-like face

Then a doctor walks around the corner. He is young, 35 at most, and blond with pale skin and dark circles under his ochre eyes. This is obviously Jasper's father.

"So, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen says in a quiet voice. It's just like Jasper's only with a different tint that I swear is a trace of a British accent, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I say once again, but it's impossible to be exasperated at Dr. Cullen.

He turns to examine my X-Rays on the light board. "Your X-rays look good," he says. "Does your head hurt? Jasper said you hit it pretty hard."

"It's fine," I assure him, turning to glare at Jasper. This, too, is nearly impossible. How can I be mad at him? He saved my life and now I can almost physically feel his genuine concern for my well being.

The doctor's cool fingers probe lightly along my skull. I wince when he gets to the area above my ear.

"Tender?" he asks.

"Not really." I'd had worse.

"Well, your father is in the waiting room. You can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all," Dr. Cullen instructed.

"Can't I go back to school?" I ask, shuddering briefly at the thought of Charlie trying to 'care' for me.

"Maybe you should take it easy today." he suggests.

I glance at Jasper, the innocent expression still on his face, but he looks slightly less concerned. "Does he get to go to school?"

"I do." He sounds just the tiniest bit smug. I resist the urge to stick my tongue out and glare at him. He stops chuckling, to amend his statement, "but I'll be staying with Esme for the rest of the day."

"And," Dr. Cullen adds, "most of the school seems to be in the waiting room."

"Oh no," I moan, covering my face with my hands.

Dr. Cullen raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay?"

"No, no!" I insisted, jumping eagerly off the bed.

"Okay, well, take some Tylenol for the pain," he instructed me.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," I insist again.

"It sounds like you are extremely lucky," Dr. Cullen says, smiling as he signs my chart: Dr. Carlisle Cullen M.D with a flourish.

"Lucky Jasper was right next to me," I correct him, glancing at the golden blond boy sitting on one of the chairs in the corner now looking relieved.

"Oh, well, yes, I'm glad that you're both okay," Dr. Cullen agreed, busying himself with another chart. The chart is probably Eli's and he walks over to Eli's bed to examine his sliced face. My intuition flickers; the doctor is in on it.

When we aren't being watched I walk over to Jasper.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I whispered.

"What do you need?" he says, his voice gentle. I glanced at Dr. Cullen and Eli.

"I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind," I pressed.

A pained look crosses his face and then he turns and strides down the long rectangular room. I nearly jog to keep up. As soon as we turn the corner into a short hallway, he faces me again. His face is the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and I can't look away.

"What did you want to discuss?" he asks. His voice is smooth like honey and it takes me longer than I'd like to admit to focus on his actual words.

"I want to know the truth. Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anybody. I just want to know why I'm lying for you. I don't like to lie, so there'd better be a good reason why I'm doing it. You owe me an explanation." I say this meekly. I feel inferior in his presence.

"Bella, I had an adrenaline rush. It's very common. In fact you can google it. What do you think happened?" he smiles.

"An adrenaline rush?" I ask confused, I know what that is surely I do, but at the moment I can barely remember how to spell my own name. Where am I? He asks me a question. What happened? There is a van, I think? Right the van!

"You weren't anywhere near me! Eli didn't see you, either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it! And you left a dent in the other car and you're not hurt at all, and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up! You stopped a full sized van with your bare hands . . . TWICE! And then lifted it up off of my legs . . . with one hand!" I know it sounded insane and I can feel the tears coming so I stop speaking. Let him deny that!

"I guess I'm a bit stronger than I thought, huh?" he joked and, after a pause, "Are you serious? You think I lifted a van off you? Bella, I was standing right next to you. You hit your head. I think you might be confused." He stares at me incredulously and the way he says it like I'm a child being silly, like he questions my sanity made me furious, but only for a second. Then I'm happier than I've ever been. I feel like I'm walking on a cloud. No, I feel like I'm floating . I want to dance and sing but I hold my tongue and nod once, my jaw tight.

He looks suddenly annoyed and I wonder how he can be when everything is so perfect. "You're crazy! Can't you just thank me and get over it?" he snaps

"Thank you," I whispered, now annoyed as well

We look at each other in silence. I'm smiling again and he looks almost angry. I try my best to keep myself focused. I can't keep my eyes off his face. It's like being hypnotised.

He is still angry. "Why are you angry? Do you wish you hadn't saved me?" I'm so grateful. I wish there is a way that I can really demonstrate my feelings. The idea that he regrets saving me is so disturbing that I feel like I'm going to cry.

He looks shocked and for a brief moment his stunning face is unexpectedly vulnerable.

"Of course not!" he says. I can tell he means it. He cups my face in his hands. The hands themselves are ice cold but my face feels fever hot. He drops his voice to a whisper. "I could never regret saving you. I don't think I could have lived with myself if I let you die." Sincerity rings out in every word.

He takes my hand and we walk slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway. The high has faded and is replaced by just a blatant happiness. It's weird but I can't say I don't like it.

The waiting room is even more crowded than I'd expected, like everyone I know is there. Niki, Tristan and the snotty girl Theresa are there with their jaws practically on the floor. I can tell they have questions, but with Jasper by my side the crowd parted for us and I found Charlie easily. He is standing next to Mrs. Cullen. Jasper's siblings are standing by the door.

With my left hand still in Jasper's I put up my right hand to cease Charlie's fretting, "Ch. . . Dad, I'm fine. I don't even have a concussion."

"That's good, but Eli can kiss his licence goodbye!" he says. Like me, he isn't the best at conveying emotions. Except anger, apparently.

"Dad!" I say quickly, looking around to see who heard the embarrassing outburst. Everyone, apparently. A few snickers and "ooh"s echo through the room.

Jasper laughs. "It's alright, sir. I think we can all agree that it's an unfortunate accident not to be repeated."

Charlie mumbles something unintelligible.

"Oh, sweetheart, are you alright?" Mrs. Cullen says, still sounding a little worried. I think she is addressing her son so I don't answer at first but after a few beats of silence I say, "I'm okay, thanks to Jasper. He saved my life."

She smiles. "Well I'm glad. It seems that you are both very lucky." She turns to ask Charlie something. Emmet and Alice, who is flanked by Edward, come up to us. Rosalie glares daggers at me from the corner.

"Hi, Bella! I'm sooo glad that you're okay," Alice says, hugging me quickly.

"Yeah, you gave us a scare there Izzy," Emmet chortled, clapping me on the shoulder.

"It's lovely to meet you, Bella," Edward says, shaking my hand. It's strange all their hands are cold but none of them send the same warmth through me as Jasper's does. His hand is still firmly in mine and I squeeze harder as Niki and her posse walk hesitantly up to us. He doesn't let go.

Charlie finishes his conversation with Esme and says we can go. I don't want to be hounded by Niki & Co. any more but I don't want to let go of Jasper's hand either.

Finally I do let go. Jasper smiles, "See you around Izzy!" I smile back trying not to look like an idiot. I'm sure I failed.

On the drive home we barely talk but as we pull onto our street Charlie looks guilty, "You should probably call your mother."

"You called Mom!" I'm horrified.

When the cruiser gets into our driveway I jump out. I had wanted to go straight to my room but Mom has to be dealt with, so I head to the kitchen. I pick up the phone and dial her number. 3 minutes and 3000 'I'm fine's' later, she starts to calm down. She begs me to come home despite the fact that "home" is empty right now. It's unbelievably easy to ignore her pleading. I'm actually enjoying the people of Forks or more accurately one person of Forks. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid I tell myself.

When I'm finally in my room, I think about everything that happened. It all seems much clearer now. Jasper had not been standing next me or anywhere near me. He had been standing next to his car with his family . . . all the way across the lot. He'd somehow gotten across a 600 foot car park in a matter of milliseconds, then he'd stopped a large van with just his hands! A van that had to weigh at least 4,374 pounds without anything in it (I googled it). Not only that but his hands left a dent in the metal frame. His hands had moved so fast that they actually blurred and he then lifted the van off my legs with only one hand. The very same van that took six EMTs and two teachers just to move it a few feet. While he was doing this, he lifted me as if I were weightless. I'm not crazy. I know what I saw, and Eli hadn't seen him either. I can't think of an explanation besides the fact that I'm going insane.

I don't really listen to a lot of music but I desperately needed a distraction so I put in a C.D Marta had let me borrow. The only song is a loop and it's crazy. It takes me a second to realise that it's a mix of three songs I don't know. One is about this guy saying he is in misery, the other is about Reese's puffs, and I can't really hear it but I'm pretty sure the last one mentioned making and watching porn on a VCR! Gross! After hours of lying on my bed in denial, I have (embarrassingly) learned the entire song, unfortunately not excluding the gross song I learned is called CPR.

When my brain is successfully fried I examine the facts again, excluding all logic, and I come to the one possible conclusion. Jasper is not wholly human. He can't be. I will think about the practicalities of this tomorrow but for now I'm going to sleep, the song still playing.

[oflamb]

@hestroll​ :   liked   for  a   starter.    

from   one   small   town   to   the   next,            bella   couldn’t   imagine   living   in   a   crowded   city.      with   so   many   people   ...            so   much   blood   ...               it   could   lead   to   a   massacre,   and   that   is   not   something   she   could   handle   on   her   conscious.      mystic   falls   appeared   quiet   enough.         at   least   so   far,   since   arriving   one   week   ago.         the   people   were   nice   and   charlie   wouldn’t   be   in   danger   with   her   here.   optimism   is   not   her   usual   attitude,   but   bella   truly   believed   this   was   going   to   work   out.      

it   was   late   at   night,   after   a   day   filled   with   hunting   in   the   nearby   woodlands,     the   beast   inside   was   satiated   for   the   time   being.      the   only   sound   on   the   road   came   from   the   red   chevy   truck.      she   drives   for   awhile,   listening   to   just   the   sounds   of   the   road   beneath,   until   she   grows   tired   of   that   and   decides   to   turn   on   the   radio.   except    suddenly   there’s   a   figure   in   the   middle   of   the   road.   fast   reflexes   come   in   handy   as   foot   switches   from   gas   to   break   with   inhuman    speed.      the   hood   stops   mere   inches   from   the   person.   if   her   heart   could   beat,   it   would   have   been   hammering   against   her   ribcage.      bella   puts   the   truck   in   park   and   lowers   the   window,      leaning   out   to   talk   to   the   stranger.      “   are   you   ok?   i   could   have...   could   have   hit   you.   why    the    hell    are    you    in    the    middle    of    the     road?  ”   

[the104yearoldvirgin]

Edward: Please let me buy you a nice car that's safe and quiet and consumes a reasonable amount of gas...

Bella, standing on the roof of the Red Chevy™ with nun-chucks: Nuh-uh, hold up. You messin' with my truck? You messin' with my truck, dipstick?

[canaryyellowporsche]

It's 2 a.m. and I just thought of this (2 a.m. is my happy hour I swear)

AU: where Rosalie fixes up Bella's truck instead of them getting rid of it.

[eyehairs-blog]

Black Hole Sun, Ch. 6 - Manifold

Summary: can be read as a stand-alone or as part of the series. Bella dreams of Edythe. Smutty times are had. The red Chevy stands witness.

Smut under the cut.

I guess Edythe was my friend. Yes. Friends definitely feel these things for each other - right?

My fluffy blanket encased me in a warm cocoon and lured me towards sleep, but I continued to thumb through Inkheart and neglected to retain any of the words. My mind kept drifting to the day before, when we sat in my truck, water dripping off my jacket and from the hem of her dress, how her translucent skin looked while wet...

The truck was running this time. Warm air puffed from the vents, drying our wet clothes, and the windshield looked foggy on my side of the cab. The world beyond the windows seemed fuzzy - half-formed, misty even - but everything important in this moment was inside with me.

I lifted down my hood. My backpack was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn't important because Edythe was on the seat next to me. Her clothes were sopping wet, her hair bedraggling down her shoulders, her eyes intense and dark and fixed on mine. She followed my gaze as it traced her pointed chin, followed a drop of water down to her collarbone, the collar of her dress, the daisy perfectly outlining -

I took a deep, shuddering breath and closed my eyes.

"Bella?" Her voice was soft, close. I detected the telltale creaking and clicking of her joints as she moved closer, and suddenly a waft of cool air touched my nose. "Bella, it's okay."

A cold, firm hand took mine, and suddenly it was being moved from my lap up, out, to touch -

My eyes flew open. Edythe's were mere inches from mine, black as pitch and twisted into an expression of frustration, concentration, and something else I didn't recognize.

I tightened my hand, took over from the cold one like a vise on mine and moved it against her body, against the breast she'd pressed it to. I found a nipple, tight and raised under her wet dress, and lightly brushed my thumb over it. Her eyes rolled back and she released a moan in response.

The sound of her voice, colored with want, made the hair on my arms stand on end. The familiar feeling of horror, of the urge to run, encouraged my heartbeats to multiply and my breath to hitch - or, maybe, this feeling was something only slightly different.

I slid my hand from her breast to the small of her back, pulling her against my body with a thud. She offered no resistance, but knowing her she would've been more than strong enough to stay still. Her eyes, focused once more on mine, slid down to my lips.

"Bella, can I kiss you?"

The words were nothing but air. I answered by leaning in, eyes fluttering shut, and closing my mouth on hers.

She was still for a moment, then became a flurry of movement. She groaned against my lips, then laced her arms around me and up into my hair. Her cool, firm lips moved against mine, nipping, sucking, pulling back for a breath and diving in for more. I returned her fervor in kind - blood rushed to my face and elsewhere, my body growing hot against her slim, wet, cold one. Her hands found my zipper, stripped my jacket from my torso, down my arms, then went for the buttons of my flannel shirt.

I growled and shook her off, keeping an arm braced around her waist and supporting her back. "No - " breath hitched - "Let me."

I pulled away, making room on the wide leather seat, and laid her down on her back. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me to her. Her skirt hiked to her waist.

I sat up, both hands on her legs, drawing the flats of my palms up and down her papery-white thighs. The shadows of her dress hid her hips, her sex, from me, but I knew she wore nothing besides this flimsy wet sundress and thin yellow cardigan. I dragged both palms southward, sliding beneath the dampness of the cotton fabric, until I cupped one firm ass-cheek in each hand.

I fixed my eyes on her, completely still. Seeing her like this - spread out on the seat, her drying hair splayed like a splash of blood, legs spread and eyes dark with hunger - sent all my synapses firing.

"You're beautiful," I whispered.

I caught a glimpse of her face crumpling as I leaned down to take the collar of her dress into my mouth. I pulled it down, finally exposing an alert red nipple, then wrapped my lips around as much of her breast as I could fit. Her skin was cold, and it had no give, but her nipple was obviously sensitive - she bucked against my face, a mewling cry escaping her lips. The taste of her moldering rose scent filled my mouth, almost rancid in its intensity, and beneath it I could smell musk, the need in the shadowed region of her skirt, a smell as familiar to me as that of my own strawberry shampoo.

She liked this.

Her hands scrabbled against my back, pulling at my shirt until it was lifted nearly over my head. I dislodged my mouth from her breast just long enough to let her pull my top off. I hated those few seconds - any time without that tit on my tongue is wasted - but soon enough she let me take her body back, her left nipple this time.

Her damp dress was cold against my skin. My sports bra felt restrictive in this moment of nakedness, but there was no time, no urgency, to take it off. The dress though, I thought. It needs to go.

Edythe's mewling cries grew more intense as I nipped at her nipple once, twice, three times. I moved my hands from her ass to the bunched fabric at her waist, clumsily pulling it towards her head. She tried to help by shimmying back and forth, using the friction of the seat against the skin of her back to pull the dress (and the cardigan) up and off.

I lost contact with the nipple again. I sat back up, her clothes clutched in my hands, and just looked at her. She watched me do it, eyes guarded, chest heaving, her hair nearly dry and tangled up under her arms, her face, through the door handle.

I dragged my eyes down from the nipples I'd been so obsessed with, down across the ribs showing through her skin. Down to her perfect, flat belly, her belly-button a tiny pockmark. Down to the swell of her hips, her legs wrapped so tight around me, her legs culminating in a wild, curly, bronzed bush.

She squirmed, then whimpered, her eyes begging. “Please.”

I inched my right hand up the inside of her thigh, sending shivers rippling up my arm. “Please what?”

She ground her hips against my pelvis, pressing her sex to the zipper of my jeans. Her rosy musk grew stronger. “Please Bella,” she grunted, eyes screwed shut.

I danced my finger along the porcelain surface of her skin, following the line where her leg met her body. The urge to slide my hand down, to cup her cunt, to slide fingers inside, was almost overpowering.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I said, deathly low.

She flashed her eyes towards me, enraged and wanting. She spat, “Oh god, yes.”

I dragged all five fingers up and through her bush, savoring how wet it was, how musky. I slid two fingers down over her lips, feeling their coolness and unrelenting firmness. The tip of my index finger barely brushed the hood of her clit.

Edythe thrashed, hips twitching, hands buried in her own mess of hair. Unearthly cries ripped from her throat - “oh god please, Bella, touch me, fuck me with your hand, god - ” and it took all I had to continue teasing her. I wanted to give her everything she asked for, kiss her, fuck her, love her until she broke.

I slid my left hand up her body to grasp her breast, tweak her nipple, and rise to her throat. Her eyes widened but she gave it to me, lifting her head to meet me.

”Bella,” she rasped, as much as her low, velvety voice was capable of rasping. “I’m begging you.”

I returned her desperate gaze with a satisfied one. My hands were frozen on her throat and on her clit - she was mine, utterly broken, desperate for me. Exactly how I wanted her.

I positioned my fingers over her wet slit, sending shivers through Edythe’s body with every millimeter of her skin I touched. I locked eyes with her again, pausing, relishing the desperation, frustration, and fear in her eyes, before thrusting my fingers home -

"Bella?"

I jerked awake with a snort, sending Inkheart to the floor. "Mmmyeah? Huh?"

Charlie crossed the room and picked up my book, returning it to my hand with a smile. "Feeling any better? It's about noon. You've been asleep for a while."

"Oh." I squinted out the window. The clouds had returned, but it was almost imperceptibly lighter out.

Charlie smiled again, grunted, and rose, grabbing my melted ice-pack on the way out. "I'll let you get your bearings. If you're feeling well enough we can go down to the diner and get some grub."

He didn't wait for a response - I heard my door click shut again. I sighed, reassembling the bits and pieces of my dream, feeling my face grow hot the more I remembered.

[kacdesigns]

Made some Twilight stickers, I drew them and then made them into stickers. These are currently available on my depop @ kc12343 If you could please spread this post, I’d be very grateful, thank you!!

[bellasredchevy]

i'm just gonna say it. bella's truck was more reliable than edward cullen ever was.

the notoriously unreliable chevy is still more reliable yes i agree

have your “i’m just gonna say it” moment and drop your unpopular opinions about twilight anonymously in my inbox

[its-always-sunny-in-forks]

Chevy truck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Put a word in my inbox and I'll write a concept/short one shot around it!

[notquitetwilight]

twilight but it’s british and irish memes:

- rosalie, circa 1930: i’m sorry to hear that your mum passed away from the spanish flu yeah i actually am like obviously i’m gonna be upset about that innit yeah and edward you know the only thing is yeah is that no one can force me to be your mate or anything yeah and i don’t want to be mates with you alright

- edward finding out he’s in love with a human: get that fire exit door, i’m off

- esme when edward tells her he’s running away to alaska again: DON’T MAKE UNNECESSARY JOURNEYS. DON’T TAKE RISKS ON TREACHEROUS ROADS

- alice storming into rosemmett’s bedroom in new moon: why does somebody not know how to keep a secret from edward after they find out his ex has jumped off a cliff

emmett: it wasn’t me

alice: well it was fuckin one of yaz. disgustang

- emmett while rosalie dislocates edward’s shoulder: i’m not getting invowlved. i’m ’ere to enjoy myself e-c style jya know what i mean? i just wanna be me

- jacob: you won, edward. enjoy the marriage, i hope it makes you very happy. dear lord, what a sad little life, edward. you ruined my life, completely, so you could have the marriage, but i hope now you spend it getting some lessons in grace and decorum because you have all the grace of a reversing chevy truck without any tyres on.

- rosalie after edward tells bella to ignore her: who de FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK do you tink you are sending me messages like dah see fuckin you and your bizness you watch ed, you fuckin watch you haven’t a clue about me and what i go chroo in my life the ✨nnnNNeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeck✨ eh you saying dah to me de fuckin cheek eh yeh you have no idea abouh me

[twilightinanotherlife]

The Cullens (then Carlisle, Earnest, Edythe, Rosalie, & Emmett) first came to Forks in 1935. A pack of wolf-shifters (Ephraim Black, Levi Uley, & Quil Ateara II) shifted in 1936 as a result of the vampires presence. The Cullens met the pack while hunting. Due to the tribes history with vampires Ephraim was prepared for a fight, but Carlisle assured him that he and his family wanted peace. Ephraim agreed to a treaty proposed by Carlisle. He realized that with the Cullens out numbered them, so Carlisle had no other reason to propose a treaty other than the desire for peace.

Ephraim insisted on two points of the treaty. One, the Cullens could not harm a human. Either by hunting or transformation. Two, the Cullens were to never trespass on Quileute land. Carlisle agreed and proposed the added point of mutual secrecy. Boundary lines were drawn, neutral ground was established, and all parties signed the treaty. The Cullens left Forks in 1941. No trouble was ever stirred up between them and pack in six years.

After the Cullens left the area, the pack met no other vampires and continued to live regular human lives. When Ephraim's grandson, Billy, was a little boy he saw his granddad turn into a large russet wolf. Because of this, Billy grew up knowing about wolf-shifters and the treaty.

In 2003, Carlisle contacted Billy to ask permission for him and his family to return to Forks. Billy granted them permission. Once back in Forks, Carlisle, Alice and Jessamine met with Billy, Quil Ateara III, and Harry Clearwater at Sully's Burgers in Forks (neutral ground). Carlisle treated the council elders to lunch and introduced them to Jessa and Alice. Explaining how they had come from different covens and had found there way to the Cullens. Alice and Jessamine signed the treaty.

Sam Uley was the first of the new generation of wolf-shifters to phase in June of 2004. Almost a year and a half after the Cullens return. Jared Cameron was the second to phase in early January of 2005. Followed by Paula Lahote and Embry Call in mid January. Julie Black was the fifth to phase in February. They were all made aware of the treaty and signed it.

On March 5, 2005 a group of teens from Forks came to First Beach to enjoy a rare sunny day. Among them was the new town resident, Bella Swan. At some point, a few of the students went on a hike. Bella was one of them. When they returned to the beach, they saw that a few teens from the reservation had joined the group. Sam, Julie, and Embry had joined the Forks High students. Julie struck up a conversation with Bella. She was very amused that Bella had bought her father's '53 Chevy truck that he'd sold to a dealer.

The wind shifted, and they each caught the others scent. Embry and Sam caught Bella's scent, too. It was something akin to a vampire's. Bella stood and walked away. Julie stood and followed. Sam and Embry kept a close eye from where they were. Bella broke the silence first. She spoke honestly and said that she didn't know what Julie was, but she knew she was supernatural. And that she knew that Julie knew that she was, too. Julie told Bella that she believed her to be a vampire, but the scent was off. Bella explained that she was a hybrid. Half vampire. Half human.

Bella asked Julie what she was. Julie explained that she was a wolf-shifter. And that her pack protected the community. Bella wanted to meet the other pack members to establish peace. Julie would talk it over with the leader. They exchanged numbers and the next day, Julie called Bella. Bella returned to La Push and met Sam, Jared, Paula, and Embry Their meeting marked the start of an ally ship, later friendship, between Bella and the wolves.

[the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis]

i would run away with you, if i could

@big-idiot-wolf-boys your tags on that moodboard did this

They rattle into the truck stop at four in the morning—the Chevy is running out of gas, and Edward is whispering Bella back awake at the edges of her mind, punching new holes through her chest every five minutes.

She refills the gas first, (shaking hands, crumpled bills smoothed on her jeans, leaning against the cold metal and trying not to collapse), and pulls into the overnight parking lot not even remotely expecting to be able to sleep. She drapes one blanket over Jacob, and another over herself, wincing at how deep the cold has settled into her bones. She cracks the window to stare at the stars, distant and smudged behind the lights of truck stop—

And it all melts into a night of dreams too faded to remember.

She wakes in the morning curled against Jacob, too warm to care that snow has started outside the car. Her heart aches at the awkward moment of disentangling, but it’s dulled by the fact that, for once, there were no nightmares.

They eat waffles and slightly-burnt bacon, and Jacob teases Bella into trying a cup of coffee. She drowns it in cream and sugar—he booms out a laugh, and she sticks her tongue out at him in return, flicking a crumpled creamer package across the table, which he catches with ease. (By the end of the trip, she will drink so much coffee, some of it days old and little better than mud, that her low caffeine tolerance will be a thing of the past.)

They buy a map and slam it down on the dash of the truck, tracing roads—they want to get out of the state, but past that neither of them has a plan. “Where have you always wanted to go?” Bella asks Jacob, because she lived in Arizona and vacationed in California, while Jacob has spent his entire life in La Push— “Shit,” he says, “Um...shit, Bells, I really don’t know.” She laughs without meaning to and throws her hands into the air and decides fine, let’s get out of Washington and we can decide where to go from there.

Jacob drives this time, snowy roads hissing past and his hands steady on the wheel. Somewhere later, trying to stay awake on a dark and lonely road, Bella will learn to love music again, but for now it still hurts too much—so she leans against the window with her battered copy of Pride and Prejudice, and—

“Hey,” Jacob says, “why don’t you read some of that to me?”

She stumbles over romantic phrases, aches at every reminder of the love she was allowed for a single shining instant—sometimes her voice breaks, and sometimes she is silent, wishing viciously that she could erase all her underlinings and dog-ears and the memories of sunlight caught in the pages like flypaper. But she keeps reading, as trees flick past behind curtains of snow, and...

She’s warm. Even with her cheek pressed against cold glass, there’s a blanket wrapped around her, and hot air that still smells faintly like tobacco trickling from the vents. A terrible breakfast that she was actually hungry for is settled comfortably in her stomach. Every once in a while, Jacob snorts mockingly, like he can’t quite help himself, or booms out a laugh at the banter between Jane and Elizabeth, and...

It hurts, but not the same way. Instead of a hole in her chest, it’s an ache. Like a sore muscle, or...or like a paper cut.

Small and agonizing and infuriating, but...manageable.

Healing.

They stop at a Walmart and spend more of Bella’s college fund—a cooler and bags of ice, celery and apples and peanut butter, cans of soup and beans and meat—that rattle so loud when Jacob leaps onto the back of the cart and rides it precariously down the isle that Bella claps her hands over her mouth and considers melting of embarrassment then and there—and then because they’re teenagers, a massive bucket of frosted animal cookies, and some day-old, slightly smashed donuts from a sale rack. They wander into the outdoor section for sleeping bags and dish soap, snag baby wipes and hand sanitizer, and Bella stops by the shelves of pads—Jacob makes a face, and then helps her load the cart.

He drags a protesting Bella into the book section—“You’re getting something that isn’t a romance novel, c’mon. Ever read Jurassic Park? Or the Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, how about that, we’re kind of hitchiking, right? Um...they’ve got a lot of Stephen King novels...this guy John Grisham has written a lot...”

They keep driving, and when they pass the Welcome to Oregon! sign they pull over at the next grocery store and Bella calls Charlie, gripping the pay phone so tight it feels like she could crack it. She whispers she’s sorry as she hangs up—and Jacob wraps his arms around her afterwards as she sobs and sobs and can’t stop shaking, and he wonders how he got lucky enough to have a friend who would do all of this for him.

Some of the nights they drive through, one of them sleeping as best they can in the passenger seat during the day, and trading off when the other can’t keep their eyes open any longer. They wince and cramp and complain—Jacob gets stiffer, mumbles ow more often as he wakes, but Bella goes on rants complete with waving hands.

Some nights they pull into empty trailheads and park the truck, stretching out sleeping bags in the back, staring up at the stars and hoping it won’t snow on them. (It’s the first one of these when Jacob tells her, thousands of miles from Sam and his orders and the pack he needed to protect. He walks into the woods whispering I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s still me, I swear it’s safe, I just—and Bella buries her shaking hands in warm red fur and breathes out awe.)

One night they check into a motel and shower for the first time in days. They fall asleep stretched out on a mattress, with the TV flickering softly because both of them are used to highway lights when they sleep, now. There’s only one bed—but they’re used to this to, by now. Waking up leaned against each other, to brushing arms and bouncing legs and clinging tight for support. When Bella opens her eyes to it the next morning, gray behind thick curtains and the hum of the heater, her heart aches but doesn’t break—and for the first time, she realizes that the hole in her chest feels...full.

It’s not the same as it was. It never will be. But...it’s scarred over, that empty gaping wound. Knotted and tough and ugly, maybe, but there.

She’s still there.

She uses the phone in the room to call Charlie again, before they go—to tell him they’re both still okay, that she’s sorry she can’t come home, but she loves him, she does—

The old pickup rattles across state lines, through cities and coastlines and stretches of woods. They watch geysers burst in national parks, stand on California beaches, take cheesy pictures in Los Angeles—and by then money is running out, so they unfold their ever-growing collection of maps, and Bella finds the street in Phoenix where a childhood home is standing empty...