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goldeneyedgirl · 5 months

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TwiFicmas23 Day 11: Mad World

Good evening!

Today we have some of Mad World which I don't seem to have posted much of? Despite writing a decent amount of? Very strange.

This fic is based around Alice being Charlie's estranged niece, and being sent to live with Bella and Charlie to finish high school after an incident at her boarding school.

Of course, Alice's paternal extended family happens to be Romani, and of course, she gets mixed up in some very mysterious happenings that keep leading back to the Cullens and the Res.

It's a very rough draft, and I think will involve Alice thinking there's a murder mystery but instead, vampires and werewolves.

I hope you enjoy it!

You can find the first part of Mad World right here.

mad world.

Mami is singing to me and brushing my hair out. I’m drawing, my red crayon skating over the paper. We’re ready to go - the flowers are in the kitchen sink, and I’m dressed - no more black, Mami said. Instead, my dress is dark blue with flowers all over it; Mami made it herself. She’ll put red and white ribbons in my hair, and we’ll go to the cemetery.

“What have you drawn for your papa, angel?” Mami leans over my shoulder.

“Me and Daddy,” I say quietly. For an eight-year-old, the drawing is good. My memory of us is clear, and I have rendered it as accurately as I am able.

Mami frowns and takes my drawing. “It’s very good, but perhaps something happier?” she says gently.

“Okay, Mami,” I agree, and start a new drawing of Daddy and I in Mami’s garden, smiling as Mami folds the drawing and slips it into her apron and resumes fixing my hair.

The cemetery is within walking distance, and we find ourselves there before lunch. It’s quiet, and there are a few people around. We find Daddy easily - under the tree, where we put a bench. We are not his first visitors and Mami scowls at that. She sweeps the offerings away without care - people who never met Daddy, leaving behind little paintings, brushes and pigments, flowers and flameless candles. She arranges our flowers, props up my drawing, and then lights our candles. She holds me tight and kisses my head, and I breathe in her scent of rosewater and thyme.

Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, my father died, and the sadness has settled into our bones, into the foundations of the house. He's never coming back.

Everyone leaves me in the end.

I met my cousin Isabella first thing the next morning. I had woken up in desperate need of a shower, grabbing my last clean outfit and toiletries as I stumbled out of bed - and practically ran into her on the stairs.

She was taller than I was, with long brown hair and a few faint freckles over her nose. She wore what I was beginning to suspect was the unofficial Forks uniform of jeans, boots, and a not-inexpensive spray jacket. She definitely looked like my mom, though not as much as she did in the photos, but one thing that could be said was that she had the girl-next-door type of soft, easy prettiness.

And she did not look eager to meet me.

“Hi,” I said as brightly as I could, considering my hair was tangled, I was still filthy, and wearing a pair of ancient pajamas printed with duckies that had a rather vile but permanent blood-stain across the leg. “You must be Isabella. I’m Alice.”

“Hey,” she said, and I turned, to follow her into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t meet you last night, I was really tired,” I said as she moved around the kitchen to get her breakfast - she walked with a slight limp. “It’s a long way from North Carolina.” Especially when Mommy Dearest won’t spring for airfare.

“Mmm,” Isabella said. “Charlie said you had some paperwork for school that I needed to take in?”

“Oh, sure. I’ll just grab it.” I slipped back through the house and grabbed the manila folder from my desk. I’d filled it out on the journey to Forks, and it was a little smudged and crumpled, but still perfectly legible.

Holding out the folder to my cousin, I wondered if she’d snoop on the contents - I didn’t really want her knowing all of the stuff in the there. But then, how sneaky did you have to be to page through someone’s school enrolment paperwork?

“Thanks for taking it in for me,” I said, as Isabella slid it into her backpack.

“No problem. Charlie had to leave early this morning, but he might come home for lunch,” she said, as she sloshed some coffee and milk into a thermos. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” I called, as she high-tailed it out of the kitchen.

So that was my cousin.

I had other cousins, of course. Aunt Simone had five kids that I had seen during vacations with my grandmother and father in my childhood; I hadn’t really seen them often enough to be close to them. And Stephen had a brother with kids, whom I was supposed to consider my cousins. We had seen them too often for my comfort.

And Isabella. Isabella who either looked too hard or away from me; who didn’t like me, who was so uncomfortable with my presence, and who wore my mom’s face.

Seventeen months, twenty-nine days.

Isabella and I would be the best of friends, it would just take time.

It was going to be fine.

Uncle Charlie and Isabella got home together, just after six. I was going a bit stir-crazy - the rain put me off going outside, and I still felt a little uncomfortable outside of my own bedroom. I had cleaned up the kitchen and bathroom, done a load of household laundry to help out, and contemplated making a batch of brownies, but Charlie’s oven and stove were on the older side, and the whirring and rattling when I touched the knobs had put me off baking anything.

I tried to chat with Isabella and Charlie before dinner, but Charlie seemed eager to watch TV with a beer. Bella was absorbed in cooking dinner - and had been completely unimpressed when I admitted that I wasn’t much of a cook.

“I was in a dorm, and outside of home-ec classes, there weren’t any opportunities to really cook,” I said hurriedly, but I was slightly annoyed - other than the bread and peanut butter I had been sustaining on, there hadn’t been any food in the house I could have used to prepare dinner. Isabella had brought some groceries home with her.

“The stuff you learned in home-ec should be fine,” she said, putting spaghetti into bowls. “And, um, call me Bella.”

I shrugged. “Okay, Bella. And if you and Charlie aren’t picky, I’m happy to practice,” I said, unconsciously rubbing my arm, and mentally skimming the few basic recipes I’d learned at school. Most of the cooking had been camp-style basics that were just varying combinations of food plus fire. Now, if she wanted me to roll a cigarette or pick a lock, then I could have been useful.

“We can talk about it later,” Bella said, handing me a bowl, and picking up two others.

Bella seemed completely disinterested in my presence as we sat down to dinner. Uncle Charlie was exhausted, and made a point of loudly praising the chicken and broccoli alfredo Bella had made, but ate it mechanically. Neither of them made conversation, so I gave up, nibbling at the food, and volunteering to clean up. After dinner, Charlie did take the time to show me the chest freezer in the screened porch, disguised by a blanket and stack of old board games.

It was packed with a fairly obscene amount of fish, and vegetables, with a few TV-dinners packed in the corner, as well as a couple of loaves of bread.

“We don’t eat anything fancy,” Charlie said, as I helped him pack some of the groceries into it. “Bells has some cook books if you want to learn. You don’t have any allergies?”

I shook my head. “Nope,” I said. “I just hate mac and cheese.”

Charlie smiled at me. “Yeah, I never liked the stuff either.”

I followed him back into the living room, where he handed me a set of house keys.

“Good luck at school tomorrow,” he said, as I stuffed the keys into the pocket of my sweatpants. “Bells will give you a lift.”

“Thanks Uncle Charlie,” I replied. “It will be nice to be back at a normal school.”

Charlie chuckled and wandered off towards the television. I slipped back into my bedroom, pulling my cell phone out and jabbing in the number I knew by heart.

“Hullo?” My mami’s voice filled my ear, weaker than I remembered, but with her odd accent that was a little bit French, a little bit Canadian, and a little bit of the old country.

“It’s Alice, Mami,” I said, lying down on my bed.

“Oh, my Alice,” she cooed in my ear, pronouncing it the Italian way. “Sweetheart, are you okay?

“Yes, Mami. I’m in Washington, with my Uncle Charlie,” I said.

My grandmother Miriana was living in a care home in Florida, with my grandfather Thomas, and nearby my Auntie Tate, and my aunt Nicolette. I hated how far apart we were - I missed our little house with the crazy garden, I missed her standing in the kitchen, feeding the birds on the window sill, her strange amulets hanging from door frames and windowsills.

“Charlie?” Mami said sharply.

“Mom’s brother,” I said, calmly. “He’s a police officer.”

“Pfft!” I heard Mami spit. “You call me if he doesn’t treat you well, understand?” As if she could do anything to help me - custody had reverted to my mom, and Mami wasn’t strong anymore. But it still felt nice, hearing that declaration of protection.

“Yes, Mami. But how are you and Grandpa?” I closed my eyes; I could almost smell her homemade hand cream, fell her hands braiding my hair. God, I missed her.

“Good. Nicolette brought the children to see us,” Mami’s voice tapered off.

“That’s good, you always wanted to see more of them,” I said encouragingly.

“Yes,” Mami sounded distracted. “You should call Tate.”

“I will tomorrow,” I said. “After school, so I can tell her all about school. They won’t let her talk on the phone this late.”

“Yes. She will like that very much,” Mami’s sounded dreamy, but on the phone I couldn’t tell if it was the stroke damage, or just Mami being Mami. “Always put love out there, Alice. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, it will come around back to you. Remember that, Alice.”

“I will,” I said.

“Write it down,” Mami said sternly, before falling silent.

“I have to go now, Mami,” I said, after waiting a minute. Her mind was going - Grandpa had dementia, I knew the signs. “I’ll send you a letter, okay?”

“Draw me all the pictures, little one,” Mami said vaguely. “Sleep deeply.”

“You too. I love you,” I said, as Mami hung up. I missed her like crazy, but not like this. I missed my old, half-crazy grandmother, who taught me to read tarot and told me stories from the old country. Now, she felt like a ghost of her old self.

My little bed was very comfortable, and I curled into a little ball, opening up the old photos I had saved on my phone, of Mami and me when I was little. I wish...

I wished for a lot of things, all of them utterly impossible, and thinking about them just made me sadder.

Jasper Hale had, in the period of forty minutes, deeply endeared both himself and the town of Forks to me.

My shoulders were pressed against a low-hanging branch, whilst I perched on the edge of a boulder, my legs hooked over both his hips. One of his hands was sliding up the back of my shirt, and the other one was sliding under my skirt. His mouth grazed my throat, and I giggled, twisting my fingers in his hair.

“Is this weird?” I asked, as he pulled away, his eyes dark. “We’ve just met.”

Jasper chuckled, and the hand gripping my thigh slid up further.

“It’s just,” I said, my voice wavering, “I don’t want to you think that I am … the kind of girl that does this… with the first boy who smiles at her…” I was very much regretting not taking Jasper back to the Swan house, though I’m sure my bed there would have collapsed with the weight of both of us on it.

Jasper pulled back and stared at me. Actually considered me, like a painting on a wall. The hand resting on my back came up, and traced my face.

“No. No, I would not,” Jasper said softly. “I don’t do this sort of thing either. It’s … out of character, that’s for sure. I didn’t think… I think we both took a chance on each other. A meeting of the minds, I suppose.”

“Amongst other parts,” I said with a grin, and he chuckled.

“My brothers are always telling me to be more spontaneous,” he murmured, leaning back towards me, and I smiled, pulling him closer towards me.

I stumbled home after dark - both Jasper and I had lost track of time, defiling each other. Most tragically, neither of us had anticipated exactly how the day would end, and even a boy that looked like Jasper Hale wasn’t convincing me to do anything without a condom. A problem I planned to rectify the next day at Forks’ only drug store. God, wouldn’t that be a treat for the gossips - ‘Chief Swan’s estranged niece, Annette’s girl, was buying contraceptives a week after she arrived in town!'

The knees of my tights, and the back of my skirt were filthy, as I clattered in the front door to find Bella setting the table, and Charlie watching TV with a beer. Ignoring Bella’s accusatory look with a breezy greeting, I dashed into my bedroom to get changed. I still had a mountain of homework, and I was desperate for a shower.

I managed to wake up before my alarm the next morning, more antsy than sleep-deprived. I wanted to look good today, in case Jasper was having second thoughts. But not like I had put in any effort at all. I had one v-neck sweater, in a fantastic blood red colour that made my boobs look more impressive, and a brand new pair of jeans. I ended up wrestling with my hair longer than was appropriate, and decided against a full face of make-up, and just added eye-liner and lipstick.

The result was… acceptable. It was a lot less interesting than I normally would have opted for, but I almost looked cute.

I’d spent far too long, the previous night, contemplating suggestions for the weekend - he had both a car and a driver’s license, so I was thinking the safest option was a movie and dinner. Or we could skip right to dessert, I didn’t mind.

I had to remember to double-check with Uncle Charlie to see if I had a curfew.

Bella had already left by the time I sloshed some coffee into a thermos cup; luckily, a bus ran right past the corner, and dropped me off close to school. I really had to get some driver’s ed classes.

I didn’t see the Cullens - or Bella - until after the bell rang. Spotting them in the hallway, I smiled and straightened up, ready to snag Jasper away from the rest of his weird family.

“Hey,” I began with a smile on my face, but I already knew. The stoic expressions, the sneer on Rosalie's face, the vaguely disgusted look on Edward’s, and the fact that Jasper was staring dead-ahead, even turning his head away from me.

The Cullens and Bella pushed past without even acknowledging me.

For a second, it was like I was outside of reality. That this wasn’t happening to me.

And then I was back, watching them walk away.

I would have thought Jasper was better than that. To blow me off, after we… after everything he said to me…

Steeling myself, I turned around and headed to my first class, trying to get my heart to stop thundering in my chest. This wasn’t new. I hadn’t had any friends at my old school either. Friends were something other people had, and I was fine on my own. Boyfriends were useless, too, unless you needed protection.

I had to focus on what I did have, not what I didn’t have or need: I was out of North Carolina, I was out of my mother’s house, and I had a year until graduation.

Whatever. Rolling my eyes, I kept walking. Friends were something other people had, and I was fine on my own. I was out of North Carolina, I wasn’t living with my mother, and I was nearly done with high school.

It still hurt.

Uncle Charlie came out to the back porch after dinner. Bella had made lasagna, and conversation had been stilted - obviously whatever Bella thought she knew about Jasper Hale and I had earned me the silent treatment. Or as close as she could get without Uncle Charlie realising.

I’d finished my homework, and come out to sketch, which had gravitated from my sketchbook to doodling a new tattoo on my thigh, over the top of one of my last uncovered scars.

“How’s it going, kid?” he asked, leaning against the railing.

“It’s going pretty well, Uncle Charlie,” I said, looking up from where I was shading the sun.

“How’s school? Making friends?”

No, but I am fucking douchebags in the woods. “Not so much,” I said honestly, capping my pen. “But I don’t really make friends well.”

“Bells can introduce you around. She knows some good kids,” Charlie said, taking a swig from his beer.

“Nah, I don’t want to cramp her style,” I smiled brightly, imagining what Bella would say if I made such a suggestion. “We already have to live together.”

Charlie didn’t reply, just watched as I sketched the tree of life onto my leg. I liked it better than the sun.

“You need anything, you just have to say something, okay Alice?” Charlie looked serious.

I nodded. “Thanks Uncle Charlie. Really. You didn’t have to take me in and I just wanted to let you know that I’m grateful,” I said quietly.

“Of course. You’re family,” Uncle Charlie studied me. “Your mom didn’t mentioned much about your dad or family…”

I looked back down at my pen-drawn tattoo. “Dad died when I was a kid, after he and mom split up,” I said, adding a few more leaves. “I stayed with my grandmother for awhile, but she had to go into a home. That’s when I moved back with Mom.”

“I never met your dad,” Uncle Charlie sounded genial, but he was a cop. He’d know how to get kids to talk. “He came after your mom left Forks.”

I nodded - that wasn’t a surprise. Mom never really spoke about her life before she left the Swans - she always spoke of her family as if she wasn’t apart of them - and she certainly never would have tolerated a tag-along boyfriend, someone who knew her ‘before’.

“Dad was great,” I said softly. “He lived with my grandmother, Miriana. They were the best.”

“You miss them a lot, huh,” Charlie said as he finished his beer.

“More than a lot. Dad dying was like my world ended,” I said, staring off into space. “But Mami was there and made things better. Then she had a stroke and Aunt Nico put her in a home. In Florida.” It did make sense - my grandfather was in the same home already, and Aunt Nic lived in Florida with her family. It still broke my heart.

“So, your dad’s side of the family was just his parents and a sister?” Charlie asked.

“Hmm? No, he has three sisters. Nicolette, Simone and Tate. But none of them could take me in,” I said. “Nic’s got five kids - one who has major special needs; Simone lives on a weird commune in California that I’m 99% sure is just an elaborate weed farm, and Tate lives in a care facility. Plus Mom has no way of contacting them.” Well, she’d been conspiring with Nico for years, but had never admitted to it.

“I wasn’t criticizing, Alice. I’m glad to have you. I was just wondering who’d been looking after you all these years,” Charlie really was very kind.

“I look after myself,” I said staunchly. “And Mami did fine right up until the stroke. She cooked and cleaned and took care of me. And she had Tate in a residential care place nearby for years. We’d visit her once a week and at Christmas. When Mami moved, Nic moved Tate as well.”

It was hard to explain my father’s side of the family. Mami had come from a huge Romani family, and had scandalised everyone when she ran off with a French-Canadian college student in her youth. Grandpa Thomas had always had an amused sort of tolerance for Mami and her beliefs. He had loved his family, loved her traditions even when he couldn’t understand them, and fiercely protected all of us from bigotry, with his words, his fists, and his nice, plain surname.

Dad had met Mom in Biloxi, and that’s where I’d spent my first three years of life. I didn’t really know much more than that; Mom had rarely mentioned Dad, and when she did, it was mostly to insult him. I just know Dad had hated Biloxi and when the marriage was over, he took me with him when he went home.

The art teacher’s slide show was never-ending, and I needed it to end. But the last slide was the worst. Dad’s portrait, looking thin and haunted, along with his last painting.

“Nico Brandon committed suicide July 11th that year, at the age of 34,” my art teacher droned on. “It is generally accepted that the suicide was planned in great detail, as the final act itself completed his final painting - according to his agent, one of the few people to see that painting in person.”

Maxine. I had loathed her.

“How did killing himself finish the painting?” Ashley asked, confused.

“Brandon shot himself in the head,” Ms Cage said. “The blood and matter transferred to the canvas behind him.”

I was 7. I had escaped Mami’s eye for a minute and slipped out to the studio to see him. He was sitting on a stool in front of the canvas - the Big One, he called it.

The gun was already in his mouth.

His finger on the trigger.

“Daddy?” I asked, confused, but his finger was already closing over the trigger, his blue eyes on mine.

Bang.

“… no, the painting has never been displayed,” Ms Cage said patiently.

“So gross,” someone said.

Bang.

I didn’t scream.

Mami did, when she found me.

Maxine wailed.

“Alice?” I looked over at Angela beside me. She looked worried. “Are you okay?”

I was crying, I realised, in the middle of class.

The teacher had spotted me, and looked concerned. It would take her another few moments to realise she’d just presented a lecture on my father’s suicide. It was no secret that it had been his daughter that had found him.

Everyone still thought of me as Annie Swan’s daughter.

The whole class was staring at me now, and Angela pressed a tissue into my hand.

I opened my mouth to tell Ms Cage I was going to the nurse, but instead, my traitorous mouth said, “We didn’t know he had the gun.”

Ms Cage looked confused, then horrified, going white and then red.

“M-Ms Weber, can you take her to the nurse?”

The thing with living in such close quarters in the middle of puberty is that affection burned fast and hard. I'd had boyfriends - and a girlfriend - at school, and none of them lingered in my mind fondly.

Hearing Charlie rant about some poor girl’s injuries from her boyfriend made me feel… antsy. Irritable. And kind of amused she’d made such a fuss.

“If anyone ever lifts a hand to you girls…” Charlie shook his head. I snorted.

“It’s okay Uncle Charlie,” I said, “I wouldn’t even bother mentioning it to him, let alone get the police involved.”

Charlie’s knife scraped against his plate, and he was staring at me.

“Alice, if a boy so much as looks at you funny, I want you to tell me,” Charlie said slowly. “If anyone tries to hit you, I want you to call 911 immediately. Boys aren’t supposed to hurt you.”

I wanted to laugh. That’s all boys did. Dad swallowed a bullet in front of me; my stepfather had hit me; the school director admitted me to that hellhole; the faceless boys who stalked me at school...

And Jasper Hale had ghosted me.

All boys ever did was hurt me. Uncle Charlie hadn’t yet, but I hadn’t known him very long; he still had a year and a half to prove my hypothesis.

Of course, girls hadn’t exactly been kind to me either. Maybe it wasn’t them, maybe it was just me.

“I just don’t like a lot of fuss,” I managed, but Bella and Charlie exchanged looks.

Jasper didn't look amused as he took a seat beside me in History. The junior class wasn't big enough to avoid someone forever - this moment was inevitable.

"Alice..." Jasper began stiffly, and I shook my head.

"We have four weeks to get this paper done. I vote we do it fast and then pretend it never happened," I said without looking up, my fingers twisting through one of my necklaces - a saint's medallion that my Catholic grandfather had given me. Hopefully, it was the patron saint of avoiding awkward moments. "You don't even have to talk to me in school - we can do it all over email or in class."

Jasper stared at me and for a moment, I felt sad. Disappointed and almost oddly longing. And then it passed and he nodded.

"That's probably best," he said finally and pushed his notebook closer, offering me a pen. "Your email?"

I scrawled my details down, ignoring the way he watched me, his eyes darting when the tattoo on my arm was revealed. He'd seen it before, and the others, when I'd started school.

The bell rang and I nearly threw the pen down in my haste to leave.

If Jasper hadn't wanted to be with me, we could have just been friends. I would have liked a friend.

It didn't matter; the school year was almost over. I probably wouldn't cross paths with Jasper much after this. Mom had already informed me that I was being sent to some summer camp to get me out of Uncle Charlie's hair; and what were the odds that one of the amazing Cullens and I would share senior year classes? They were all outstanding students, and I was just happy to be graduating on time.

The next day, when I get my laundry in, I find the red hair again - long, curly strands tangled around the branches of the tree near the clothesline at the back of the property. It was so odd, and I wondered if it wasn't the wolves howling that was keeping me awake, but whatever weirdo was prowling around the Swan backyard late at night.

I needed to mention it to Uncle Charlie or Bella. It just seemed so silly. None of my clothing or underwear was missing, I just kept finding the strands of hair.

Maybe there were campers or something nearby. Or the wind was blowing hair from the salon dumpster around town. It sounded dumb but a lot less ridiculous than the idea that someone was so fixated on the Swans that they were hiding in the trees.

#alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #my fic: mad world #jasper having the biggest crush but the family outvoting him getting closer to alice #alice being hurt and angry #charlie being confused but trying to be a good uncle #and bella just constantly worrying alice is going to figure out edward sneaks into her room #it needs a ton of research into the jewish romani community plus romani immigration which i only did very briefly for the draft #diverse twilight is fun

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theodorelore · 11 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞..

↱ platonic!cullen family x human!reader

↱ he/him pronouns

↱ cw: none

↱ a/n: requests are open

↱ you were adopted by carlisle and esme when you were seven years old. they had stumbled across you by accident- you had been an orphan for the last month, barely getting by from the scraps people had slipped you out of pity.

↱ they didn’t warn the siblings, knowing that they probably wouldn’t be very happy bringing a stray child home with them. and trust me, they weren’t happy

↱ they weren’t mad, per say, but they weren’t very accepting of it at first. the only person who welcomed you with open arms was alice. the rest choose to spend time away from you, afraid of accidentally hurting you.

↱ you weren’t told that they were vampires at first. actually, you were the one to figure it out and the one to ask carlisle about it (he wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud of how fast you put it together.)

↱ then slowly the others start to consider you as their new brother and wouldn’t change anything for the world (though you suspect that alice had something to do with their sudden change in attitude).

↱ the years go by and suddenly, you’re not their baby brother anymore. well you still are in their eyes, just not as a baby anymore.

↱ still, they enjoy playing childish games with you (no matter how long or loud you complain for, they still make you play.) you always lose at tag, considering your siblings can run at superhuman speed and they don’t slow down for you.

↱ each of your siblings have their own ways of showing love- edward always knows when you can’t sleep and will softly play the piano from his room, knowing that you can hear it from your room, and that it’ll put you to sleep.

↱ alice will forcible take you shopping. she doesn’t care if it’s too early, or if your in a bad mood, she’ll make you leave the house with her and return hours later with bags and bags of clothes, books, and anything else you happened to look at while out.

↱ rosalie’s the type of sister who you always come to for advice. it doesn’t matter the type of advice your looking for, trust her, she has a suggestion that will usually always work.

↱ emmett’s quite literally is the sibling who wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, yet be the first to tackle you to the ground while play-fighting. it seriously got to a point where esme had to ban all forms of fighting with you because she was afraid something would happen to you.

↱ and jasper- he wasn’t quite fond of you at first, choosing to stay farther and longer away from you then the others because he was afraid of accidentally hurting you. of course, he learned to control himself, and started to slowly hang around you more. you weren’t having that at all, so you basically made him hang out with you all. the. time. you’ll never admit it, but he’s your favorite brother

#male reader #platonic x reader #twilight x reader #edward cullen x reader #alice cullen x reader #emmett cullen x reader #jasper cullen x reader #rosalie cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #esme cullen x reader

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crazyk-imagine · 4 months

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Misunderstandings and New Found Love

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Hybrid!reader

Characters: Sam Uley, Hybrid!reader, Emily Young, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Victoria, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Ateara V, Bella Swan (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: The science in here makes total sense, angst, fluff, happy ending, the ending might be quick but there's time skips people, characters might be ooc but idc, twilight tings, Sam and Emily being iconic, cursing, reader uses last name when they're mad, Jared's the comedic relief, Paul and reader have a past

Word Count: 4,800

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You look up, ready to help the most recent customer who walked in; only to find the one person you didn’t. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I’m not here to ask.”

“Then why are you here,” you hiss at him.

"I'm just... checking on you.”

“Checking on me? Did you check on me when my dad died or when my mom left and died in the accident because as I recall, Uley, you didn’t. So, I’m going to kindly ask that you get whatever you need and leave.”

“Have we really come to this?”

“Yes,” you nod, grabbing the next order and setting it in front of one of your regulars before walking back to him. “Ever since you all… changed, things have been tense."

"Why are you here?”

“You know why.”

“No one-"

“You have no idea what anyone thinks or the looks they give me.” You take a deep breath, trying not to let him know how much it affects you. “I just- I want it to stop. I’m tired of them all staring at me like I’m a monster. As if this isn’t enough,” you mumble the last part under your breath.

His shoulders sag, not realizing anything that’s going on in your life. “You should come by the res tomorrow.”

Before you can try and argue with him as he rearranges the bags so he can have a better grip on them.

“No one but Em and I will be there.”

“They’re going to know I was there.”

“They won’t know it was you specifically and besides, I’m their alpha.”

“Way to use your title for your own gain.”

“It got you to smile. Thanks for the food.”

You shake your head, knowing it’s a bad idea even though you’re sitting in their makeshift driveway.

Sam’s warmth emanates through the door. “You coming in?”

“You gonna put on a shirt.”

“I will if you come in.”

“That sounds like blackmail.”

“Just-”

“Sam, quit standing in front of her door. She can’t get out if you’re just standing there.”

“Yeah, Sam.”

He narrows his eyes and steps back. “You really want to make fun of the alpha?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Alright, you two.”

You snicker when the man beside you lowers his head, looking like a sad puppy.

“It’s nice to see you again. How are you?”

You shrug, officially feeling more awkward than ever.

“You can talk to us, you know. We always cared about you.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Emily. But I don’t think anyone in town would agree with you.”

“Good thing I’m not like everyone else.”

You lower your head as the scent of one of her infamous muffins hits your sensitive nose.

“I’m sure you’re hungry after being up for a while.”

You shrug.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Your heater came into the diner, again and basically begged me to come over.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“Why do you think I’m in layers?”

“A sign of self-torture.”

“Sam-”

“I can’t pretend that they’re not hiding themselves from the world after everything that’s happened.”

“Thanks for never changing and I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” You move to get off the stool.

“No, you’re not. Sam, stop bringing up things they’re not ready to talk about.”

“Fine.”

She hands you a mug of hot cocoa, knowing it’s your favorite to have around the holidays.

“What… do you guys know?” You tap the rim of the mug, watching the steam disappear.

“Only that you shifted,” he answers after the couple share a look with one another.

“Everyone thinks I shifted in the car, right?”

“Not everyone.”

“What do you think happened?” You ask, lifting your head.

"A cold one was nearby.”

You nod, “yeah. She,” you shake your head, feeling your body start to shake.

"You don’t have to talk about it.”

You give her a soft smile.

“She decided to leave because it was too much and left me a note, not even bothering to apologize and it- it pissed me off. I shifted and then ran after her, only to find one of them going after her and… took care of it.”

“You weren’t in the car?”

You shake your head, wiping your cheeks. "No."

"Why does everyone think you were?”

“I pulled her out and-” You cover your face.

“Do you remember who it was?”

“It was some redhead, I think. She definitely wasn’t happy with me.”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, not wanting to worry them.

After talking for a few hours, you know it’s time to leave.

“What? No," Emily whines.

"Em, they don’t like me, and I’d rather not be glared at while you try and take care of everyone.”

“I still don’t want you to leave.”

“I do.” You grab your stuff and grab your bag before pausing. “Thank you for listening.”

“Always,” the woman smiles. “We’ll see you again, okay.”

You kept in touch but didn’t go back to their home for a while, not until you were dragged back by Sam but we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.

You knew what was happening and watched from a distance, never letting the cold ones or the other wolves know of your presence.

The alpha was the only one who knew you were there.

You didn’t tell him you’d be nearby in case they needed an extra body because they thought you were a murderer.

A couple of the newborns sneaked into the woods to try and escape but never got far enough with you there.

Body parts were flying around so no one questioned anything when more came their way.

Then you turned around and noticed one of them aiming for Leah, before Jake could even try to intervene, you did; barely batting an eye when they stared in your direction.

You shoved her out of the way and took care of the newborn before anyone could get hurt, shocking everyone but Sam, who grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. “What was that?”

“I saved someone from your pack before they could get hurt, what’s it look like?”

“Don’t take that attitude with me.”

“Try and control me, watch what happens.”

He growls your name.

“I needed this.”

The mind reader is beside you two, trying to calm everyone down. “She’s the reason, isn’t she?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yeah, so this felt like I could save someone and get my own revenge.”

“She, did it?”

You scoff, snatching your arm out of his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. You knew the moment I told you.”

He tries to defend himself but you’re not having any of it. “I ask one thing of you, vegetarian.”

He raises his brow.

“I lite her.” You pull up your sleeve, he notices the bite on your arm but doesn’t comment on it (yet).

You take the torch from the blonde and stare into the red head’s eyes for a second, “hopefully you’re not tortured too bad in hell.”

You glance at the other cold ones and raise a brow. “If you guys die, you’re definitely not going where that bitch is. You know better and have worked on redeeming yourselves.”

They glance at one another, not expecting you to hear that.

You rip your sleeves and make a quick wrap for the human. “Wrap this around your arm, it should help until you can get the proper bandaging."

She blinks owlishly, “oh- uh- thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Who do you think you are?” She gets in your face.

“You better move before you do something you’re going to regret, Leah.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s rich coming from the murderer.”

You scoff through your nose and grab her by the collar of her shirt, her eyes widen not expecting this to get physical but doesn’t back down. “Say that again when I’m the one who saved your ass. You have no idea what happened that day, so you need to shut your mouth.”

Sam stands behind you, waiting to see what happens because he knows that you know better than to fight someone.

“Keep your pack in check, Uley.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere I won’t get pissed off.”

You start to head into the woods when the mind reader stands in front of you.

“Did she do that?”

You don’t need to look down to figure out what he’s talking about. “That’s why neither you nor the others can smell me. I hide it.”

“They don’t know, do they?”

“Not about this, only Sam and his girl know about the red head's involvement. I only shared so you’d know.”

“That was kind of you to share even when you didn’t need to.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m frickin’ amazing, can I go now?”

He steps aside. “You should stay with them.”

“How can I do that when they don’t trust me?”

“Make them.”

“It’s not easy, Cullen.”

“If you can do it with their alpha, you can tell the others.”

You roll your eyes, “get your girl checked out before she gets an infection.”

He heads back over towards Bella.

“Did you see her arms?” The human asks.

He nods. “They don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“Of Victoria’s involvement in the worst day of her life.”

Esme and Jasper’s shoulders sag, unable to imagine what you went through.

“And it’s still alive?” Rosalie chimes in.

“She'll become hybrid.”

The Cullens raise their brows.

Sam orders everyone to go back to Emily’s and hopes you do the same after seeing your arms.

You roll your eyes and answer his call. “Unavailable, please leave a message after I hang up."

“Cute, get to Emily’s.”

“You can’t make me.”

You can hear the couple arguing over who should be the one to talk to you.

“Please come over. We have a lot to talk about.”

You sigh, “do they still think I did it?"

"You can change their minds.”

“That’s so much work,” you groan.

“Please. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks and I know you barely know your way around a kitchen.”

“I’m better than you think.”

You stand on the porch, knowing it's going to be hell the moment you step inside.

“You’re going to put a hole in their porch the longer you stay out there,” Paul jokes, earning a chuckle from almost all of his pack mates.

You open the door and ignore their gazes as Emily pulls you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She pulls back and checks over your eyes stopping on your arms. Her worried eyes land on your face. “Did she-”

You glance at the pack from the corner of your eye, sensing their stares.

Sam stands beside you, placing a hand on your back as he shares a stare with his fiancée. “Sit down with the others while I finish up dinner.”

He guides you to sit but the uncomfortableness emanating from them makes you aim for the couch. "You're sitting at the table.”

“Sam-”

“A pack sits together.”

Paul and Jared scoff. “As if they’re part of the pack. Not after what happened,” the former says.

You tense up, closing your eyes so as to not lose your cool.

“Don’t talk about it,” Emily tells them.

“How are we supposed to ignore the fact-”

You growl, eyes changing colors; you can’t turn around. “Ignore the fact that my mother died, and I almost did, at the hands of that red headed bitch no less.”

Emily says your name.

“Sorry, Em. I know cursing is basically forbidden in here but that was me being nice.”

You push yourself off the couch. “This was a bad idea.” You try to pass the pack when one of them sticks their foot out, you kick it with too much strength, irking the hot head.

You open the door and nearly fall, the doorway being the only reason you’re still standing.

“Hey, hey,” Sam started freaking out. “What’s going on?”

You run towards the railing and throw up.

“Why is it- are throwing up-” He stops himself when he sees the color. “What did you do?”

“I’m dying lone wolf. What does it look like?”

“I told you-”

“They hate me. It was never going to happen.”

He picks you up and brings you back inside. “Call Carlisle and ask him what we can do?”

Paul makes another snide comment and you’re losing it.

You get away from the alpha and grab the wolf’s shoulders, shoving him into the wall, not at all making eye contact with him until you hold him in place, with the black bile dripping down your chin.

“Listen here, Lahote and listen well. I will not take any more of your smartass comments. I am still a person with the same issues as yours just a little extra, but your comments stop now. I am tired of everyone thinking I did it. You want to know what happened. That red head came into town and my mom decided enough was enough, she packed a bag and was getting ready to leave. I shifted, found her about to eat my mom and wound-up getting bit only to find that she did go for my mom and held her till her last breath. Then as they hauled her away, I found the scars and realized what happened. Someone spread some rumors and here we are. You want to say anything else?”

He shakes his head, letting out a deep breath.

"Holy shit!" Jared says as soon as your body sways.

Leah, the closest to you, grabs you before you could fall. "We need to take her to a hospital."

"She won't go but maybe the imprint will help?"

"Holy shit!"

"Shut up, Jared," Embry takes initiative and reaches over to punch his pack brother's shoulder. "Shut up man. You're not helping."

The one who can't stop repeating himself rolls his eyes. "You can't tell me I'm the only ones whose mind was blown with everything we just learned."

"You're not but you can shut up."

"Take her to the guest room while I call-"

"No!" Paul stays where he is, debating on leaving now so as not to hurt you anymore than he already has.

The sight of his imprint half dead in Leah's arms and the jokes he made while trying to trip you make him realize he's an even bigger idiot than he thought. "Don't call the leech doctor."

"What are we supposed to do? Let them slowly die when we know there's someone who could have saved them?"

The hot head wants to growl at his alpha but doesn't because he doesn't want to lose it faster than he wants, he's having a hard time trying to calm himself as it is.

"He's here."

Carlisle smiles, "Alice had a vision and sent me over as soon as she could."

"We appreciate it."

"What's going on with our patient?"

Everyone tells them what they know and have seen.

"I see. There is a likely possibility that the venom is working through their system and hasn't quite mixed yet."

"What does that mean? They have to die in order to live?" Paul chimes in.

"It may also have to do with the fact that they haven't shifted as often as you and are not part of a pack. Lone shifters have a hard enough time trying to survive on their own but mixing in the venom, is well-"

"A death sentence just waiting to happen," Sam finishes for him.

The doctor doesn’t want to tell him he's right and knows his silence is enough.

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Continue to make sure they are comfortable and let nature heal them."

"So, your solution is to let them die?!"

"Get him out of here," Sam orders Jared, Embry, Leah, and Quil.

They drag him out so the two can continue their conversation.

"I know you just imprinted but you need to calm down, dude," Jared tells him.

Paul continues to shake, unsure of anything he's feeling right now.

On the one hand he has someone to love and protect but on the other hand, he has to try even harder to control himself otherwise he's going to lose it.

He's also upset because he was acting like such a dick to his imprint and even though he never thought he'd find them; he definitely didn't want this to be his first impression. "How am I supposed to calm down when everyone's solution is to let them die?"

With Jared blocking his way in, he can easily get in his face.

"How would you feel if this was happening with Kim, huh? Tell me that."

His friend's face hardens, "don't talk about her."

"Then don't try and talk about mine like you know something."

They stare at each other, their chests heaving with each heavy breath they take.

"Great, now that we've had our macho match, can we go for a run? As much as I want to make it up to them, I don't want to be here any longer when we can't apologize," Embry interrupts.

The two shake their heads and head into the woods so they can phase and be free to run wherever they want.

"How can we help them?" Sam asks the doctor.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Sam. This is a little out of my jurisdiction, but I will do all that I can to help anyway, I can."

The alpha nods, "I appreciate it."

"I believe now their transition will be complete within the next few days."

"What brought this on?"

"It was only a matter of time before it hit, and I think the adrenaline and stress of the battle speeded things up." He glances back at the alpha who stares at your body with much concern. "May I ask, how close you are to the lone shifter?"

"Before everything happened, we were close. I always thought of them as my younger sibling but then everything happened, and I stopped talking to them because I was concerned for their safety and didn't want to hurt them."

The doctor can tell by the look on the shifter’s face that he's still disappointed in himself. "You did all you could and allowing my assistance is more than they could ask for."

"How long will it take?"

"My guess is, they'll be ready by tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Their shifter DNA is altering the venom and their genetics. Now that they're resting, they've been able to heal themselves."

He notices the expression on Sam's face. "Let's give them privacy. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

Emily and Sam hug one another, unsure of what to think; they never wanted this for you, and they feel terrible because they can't help you.

"The boys should be back soon, yeah?"

He nods. "Hopefully Paul's calmed down."

"I think this is going to be a hard time for him."

"Yeah, I know," the alpha sighs.

The boys and Leah make it back to their home and sit at the table. "What are we going to do?"

"We have to wait."

"Did you two know?" Leah asks.

"They told us what happened, but we didn't know she bit her," Sam tells her. "We knew they were hiding something, but we didn't expect this."

"You should have told us," Paul grumbles while snacking on a muffin.

"You didn't even like them until you imprinted," Jake points out.

"I'm not the one on trial here."

The young wolf scoffs, "you should be."

The hot head stands up, pushing the chair back. "You want to take this outside?"

"Maybe I do."

"Alright, you two, that's enough."

They back down at the voice of the alpha, although it takes Jake a few more seconds before he sits down where he was. "You two need to stop it. We've got enough to deal with right now."

After an hour, most of the pack leaves; some to do their patrol shift, others to spend time with their family.

"Do you want to stay in the room with them?" Emily asks, noticing the longing he directs at the door.

He doesn't want to say it out loud and nods.

"I'll tell Sam when he gets back, you can go in but be careful, okay?"

"Do you think they'll forgive me?"

She nods, remembering her and Sam's minor falling out after his episode. "It'll take time."

He sighs and the door inches open, he hesitates to move.

The sight of you almost lifeless and thinking he hates you, kills him.

Why didn’t anyone tell them they’d get so sappy?

He doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he takes a seat by the bed. His eyes trail over your face, taking in every inch of you.

If he was the artsy type, he’d definitely paint you. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but waking up to the sun rising was annoying, just because he was one with nature doesn’t mean he needs it to be his alarm clock.

He rubs his eyes, trying to remember everything that happened last night and glances down at you.

You moved in your sleep, the hand practically reaching for him, warms his heart.

He grabs it, wanting you to be comfortable and not wake up with achy joints.

Your eyes move and he doesn’t realize it. It’s hard to open your eyes but you manage to do it, only to find the hothead holding your hand.

You freeze and his eyes trail up your arm, staring into yours.

“You like me now?” Your voice cracks after not having used it in a while.

He shakes his head and reaches for the glass Emily left, inching closer and closer to your face.

You grab it from him after pushing yourself up, back resting against the headboard. “What happened?”

“You died.”

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to understand what he just said. “I’m sorry?”

“The venom from the bite was killing you and the fact that you barely shift… didn’t help.”

“So, now I’m both?”

“I think so.”

You set the cup down and push sheets off your heating body.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving,” you grumble.

He pushes himself out of the chair and grabs your wrists, stopping you. “No, you’re not.”

“You don’t own me.”

“The imprint bond says otherwise.”

You snatch your wrists out of his grasp, “no, the bond is basically saying we’re soulmates and you don’t own me.”

You make it out of the door and into the hallway before it clicks. “We’re imprints?!”

“I think they’re awake,” Jared comments and shoves a piece of bacon into his mouth.

Embry smacks the back of his head.

“No, no, no.” You stand before the woman you go to for everything. “Tell me it’s not true.”

The corners of her lips twitch.

You snatch a sausage and munch on it. “This is not right.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I feel the love.”

You purse your lips and glare at him. “You’re the one that was being a dick yesterday and now because of the bond, you want to be my prince charming.”

“I never said that.”

“You’re acting like it.” You sit on the couch before any of them realize where you are going. Your head plops against the back of the couch. “Why am I so damn emotional?”

A warm hand rests against your knee; you lift your head and find those damn attractive eyes that have always captivated you. “You went through a big change which has altered a part of you.”

“I didn’t want this,” you sniff.

He nods, “I know but w- you’re going to get through it.”

“You weren’t nearly half as nice as this before you shifted.”

“Sweetheart, I was nicer to you than most people.”

“It’s true,” Jared and Quil chime in.

“No one asked you two.”

They stare at you with wide eyes and raised brows as if this had proven their point.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll be there for you.”

You stare at him, gulping at his words. “How do I know you mean that, and you aren’t just saying that, so I don’t eat half the town?”

“We,” he clears his throat. “We came up with an alternative if you wound up being more of a leech- cold one, more of a cold one.”

“Am I going to eat a bunny?”

“Or a squirrel,” Jared jokes, earning no amused faces in return. “You all need a new sense of humor,” he mumbles, crossing his arms.

“How do you feel?” Sam asks.

“Like I’m on an emotional roller coaster.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry for Em’s food.”

Paul guides you to the table so you all can eat.

“Should we call the doc?” Embry wonders out loud.

“Don’t need to,” your imprint grumbles.

You run to the door, opening it. “I smell bunny.”

He chuckles, “it was the only thing we had.”

“Do I have to?”

“It will help with the urges.”

“There’s only one urge I have, and I don’t like it.”

“What?” Seth asks.

“Nobody tell him,” says Quil.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“I think it would be wise if you took this. We don’t know the severity of your condition yet.”

“I’m fine. Just trying to wrap my head around the fact that no one hates me.”

“We’re totally sorry, by the way,” Embry adds. “Ow!”

“Not my fault, man,” Jared raises his hands.

The two start to brawl, leaving Sam to try and stop it while Carlisle talks to you and Paul, explaining how you should be careful and thanking you for your assistance.

“I know I was a jerk to you but,” he glances over to Emily and Sam. “Would you ever consider accepting my apology and going out with me?”

“Give me a few days to adjust and then if I think I’m well enough, ask me again.”

“Hey, man. It wasn’t a no, alright,” Seth holds his hand up for a high five.

The hothead shoves the kid to the side, following you so he can sit in the open chair to your left.

Emily pours you a drink and sits down so you all can eat.

A few days later and you’re feeling better, still adjusting to everyone’s new attitude towards you.

You stick with more human meals than the animal blood the Cullen’s shared with you, not wanting to rely on it.

Things with Paul are still interesting.

He’s slowly worming his way back into your heart. “You want to go on patrol with me?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Quil?”

“He wanted to switch.”

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. “Did you threaten him?”

He raises his hands. “I did nothing.”

“Sure, you did,” you chuckle. “Come on,” you call out.

“Where are you going?”

“We have to patrol.”

He stares at your bare back. “This reminds me of when I first took you out.”

“You barely asked me out and then kept me in your backseat after school.”

“I wanted you to stay warm.”

“Oh, is that what they call it?” You ask with mischief in your eyes.

He nods, pulling you back into him by your waist; his chin resting on your shoulder. “I actually kept you there so no one else would see you.”

“Wha-”

“Didn’t want them seeing the hottie in my car and think they could get with you.”

“What a gentleman,” you tell him with a dry tone.

He shrugs, chuckling under his breath, “I try.”

“Are you serious?”

“About what?”

You run behind a tree and shift, waiting for him to catch up; it doesn’t take him long.

“About what?”

“Not wanting anyone to ask me out.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“To get in my pants?”

“I was already getting with you.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky. You’re still in the early stages of this relationship.”

“So, we’re in a relationship?”

“I never said that.”

He nudges you with his snout. “You did, don’t deny it.”

“I’m denying nothing. You need your hearing checked.”

“I think I heard you just fine.”

You roll your eyes and speed up, racing to meet the others; you meet Leah, Embry, and Jared.

The two former run to you and tackle you, playing around with you while Jared goes for Paul.

All of you run back to Emily’s when Sam calls you all back.

The air flowing through your fur is amazing, not to mention the fact that you’re getting to know your imprint, slowly but surely falling for him.

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Hi, I heard you asking for a random headcanon so I would like to give it a try. It's a Jujutsu Kaisen headcanon about how protective they were of their S/O

AN// haha i love this i love picturing these types of scenarios,, sorry for the wait! let me know if you want anymore if anyone wants a part 2 with more :)

JJK HEADCANONS

HOW PROTECTIVE THEY ARE

With Megumi, Gojo, Nanami

Fushiguro Megumi

he’s protective

he’s a teen boy in school that sees death on a daily

he’s dealt with a lot with family, harsh views from many as he’s been (imo) groomed for certain things that he’s trying to break free of and figure himself out

he may not know how to show you he loves you

he’s not great with words

he’s good with death stares and brooding moods

he’s good with avoiding you when he’s upset because he doesn’t know how to talk about it

if you’re a sorcerer he prefers to be paired up with you just in case

if you’re not- he wants people checking up on you

he needs to see you every night to see you’re alive and breathing

will end up being harsh or rude- getting upset if you act out or do something he deems dangerous. Will lecture you because he’s scared

he gets mad because he’s scared and doesn’t know what to do

is the type that if you’re trying to go somewhere at night will stop you edward cullen shit bye (but really why do i see him like this)

absolutely stands guard of your home or dorm at night imo

it ends up with you having to calm him down a lot

incapable of understanding you having male friends as he’s worried (not that he doesn’t trust you)

will not fall asleep until you’re asleep typa guy

buys you coffee, books, etc because he wants you to be happy

you’re the only person he can show his true emotions to so he’s scared he’ll lose you at any second

needs affirmations to remind him he’s the one for you

and if his family or any curses try to use you against him- they better watch out

Gojo Satoru

i’m not sure how popular my opinion on him is but this is how i see it

will kill anyone if they hurt you

will absolutely go to hell and back, destroy the world if he had to

no survivors type situation if need be

absolutely flips a switch, his strongest jutsu raining down hell

all because he loves you

gojo seems like the issue- nonchalant, childish, problematic with his teaching… until it strikes a chord with him

and you’re that chord

the light of his life

he knows your boundaries and what you’re capable of

will laugh as a guy or girl tries to hit on you and you just brush them off- but will step in as he sees things get out of hand

it’s like a dark glimmer appears in his eye as anyone messes with you

because you’re his

normally he takes his time handling issues, acting cool and unworried

but he is protective over you

even if you’re a sorcerer he’s like you’re weak compared to me ofc i’m going to help - I see him as someone when it comes to a s/o that will view them as weak and use that to his advantage

and if you’re a non-sorcerer I see it being even worse

because i see him as fun, a laughable guy to be able to go out with

but personally i see there being something darker when it comes to dating that he’s too much with you

ie. not meeting geto anywhere near you regardless of their friendship

wanting you’re location at all time

not letting you take jobs he deems too dangerous and does them himself

but otherwise he’s just an annoying ass man that doesn’t take anything serious but your safety

so i’m sure that causes plenty of fights :)))

tho i can imagine arguments with him being more frequent than with most

have fun!

Nanami Kento

i have a harder time with him

he would be a very serious partner

but he’s always looking out for you

he’s the type to be protective from afar- like observational protectiveness

you almost don’t even know, he does it from afar as he wants what’s best for you

protective in small ways like walking on the outside, handling hot items or knives whilst cooking, keeping a hand on your waist at the bar, taking care of you when you’re sick

things casually always work out for you because of him

he’s not overbearing like the others

like you can talk to him easier if you feel like he’s been on top of you too much

he’s just concerned about you, will have serious conversations about things that worry him- ie if you’re careless

if you’re sorcerer he’ll never take over your jobs or stop you from going but he’ll be a nervous wreck if he can’t accompany you- will want to train with you so he can be sure you’re safe

he will lecture

definitely has a dad mode without realizing it

and if you’re ever seriously hurt he will not leave you’re side, doing everything so you don’t have to lift a finger, and good luck getting out of his sight

#jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #anime #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro x reader #megumi headcanons #gojo x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami headcanons

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 6 months

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Out of all your stories, which one do you think Aro faces the most baffling (sheer confusion, "wait what") situation? Even the ones he doesn't appear on and just learns what happens in the aftermatch can count.

This was surprisingly difficult, so I'm just going to pick one and I'm sure @therealvinelle will argue with me or offer up a counter example.

I'm going to choose And Then There Were None by me and @therealvinelle

Aro doesn't come in until the epilogue and this is because he has a large "wait, what" moment off-screen. He first notices that the Cullens have all suddenly died save Carlisle and Renesmee who have run off to live in the middle of nowhere. Aro is very confused, wondering what could have happened to them, but decides after the Breaking Dawn debacle that it doesn't concern him.

Then the Denali are all murdered, then the Irish, the list goes on and it's all of Carlisle's friends all around the world who were at the trial.

"The fuck?" Aro asks and wonders why this is happening. Someone's clearly killing off all his enemies but it's not him and not making him look good.

When the number ticks up to 30 (30?!) he finally cracks and seeks out Carlisle for an explanation. He's prepared for anything. He's not prepared for anything. The explanation is that Bella Swan went crazy and killed everyone.

Why did she go crazy? Nobody knows, but it seems to have to do with Jacob having jumped off a cliff (and whether this was suicide or not is also unclear). How did she manage it? Does she have super powers now? Nobody knows that either.

Carlisle has been hanging out depressed in a cave partly out of fear but mostly out of being too depressed to function. He had no idea all his friends were murdered by Bella who is-- how?!?!?!?!

And Bella murder the Cullens? After all of that nonsense at the trial? After having risked her life several times to be with Edward?!?!?!?! Why not just choose Jacob?!?!?!?!?!

Aro ends that story very confused even though he gets all of it from Carlisle's perspective.

All our other stories, mad things happen, but Aro's usually able to piece most of it together by the end and even though he says "lol u crazy" he's usually involved in some of the shenanigans enough that he can't point fingers (Two Men and a Baby was almost what I selected, but Aro brought half of that on himself when he decided "And now I must murder everyone, I will pretend I want heterosexual sex").

And Then There Were None is the only one I can think of that really comes out of left field for him, completely, and stays there even after he's filled in.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #and then there were none #aro #meta #headcanon #opinion

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therealvinelle · 9 months

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ok now I'm curious. if all the cullens turned into smartphones, which phones would they be? And bonus question, which phone would Eleazar turn into

...

You know I've received three asks on this? Only you included Eleazar, though.

Alice is the nebulous concept of an iPhone that hasn't come out yet. It doesn't matter how hip and with it everybody else tries to be, Alice's phone is newer.

Bella is an iPhone series 5 or later, which is to say she looks fragile and she is fragile. Drop her on a cushion and the entire screen shatters. Edward is constantly buying her screen protectors.

Carlisle is a Marconi wireless telegraph, a life-saving technology that no one would have thought possible if Marconi hadn't been mad and brilliant enough to do it. Carlisle, having saved human lives in unconvential ways since long before there were smartphones, can only be a Marconi wireless.

Edward is a Huawei. This makes him more indie and interesting than the Sony and Samsung android phones of the world, and the fact that the US has forbidden all Huawei from being purchased or used within country borders means that Edward can cry about being rejected by society. Because he's a monster.

Emmett is a phone booth, to account for his sheer size. The man is a hunk. Rosalie is into it, everybody else wonders how she's planning to lug this guy around.

Esme is a landline, because she stays in the home and is at the heart of the family.

Jasper is an android phone, because none of Alice's nebulous concept phones have a good camera, on account of them being iPhones. Jasper, therefore, is on the hook for photoshoots with Barbie Bella, events, and all such things. Additionally, he's pragmatic enough to want an android.

Renesmee is her voice, as her entire world consists of people who are always close by anyway. She has never needed a phone to get in touch.

Rosalie is a Nokia, because she strikes me as too pragmatic and stubborn to ever bend to the smartphone craze. They'll be out of fashion soon enough and when they are she will be able to say she never accepted any of the CandyCrush invites. As far as Rosalie is concerned, phones are for ringing.

Bonuss Eleazar:

He is the communal Denali phone where they have the phone numbers to the Cullens and a host of dating apps. That's it, that's all any of them will ever need.

#cullens #smallcatsims #bella swan #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #twilight headcanons #twilight #carlisle cullen #renesmee cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #alice cullen #edward cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen

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okay i fucking hate tiktok teachers that complain about the kids in their class not knowing stuff.

like if you’re complaining about middle school kids not being able to pronounce and spell ITALIAN DERIVED music terminology you have absolutely lost the plot. they’re middle schoolers. they’re there to learn. if you go on to tiktok and complain about how little jimmy couldn’t spell ‘glissando’ or ‘semiquaver’ on the test you gave the class, you are ruining any love that kid may have for music by calling him too dumb for music. just stop.

like seriously, they’re out there complaining about kids these days don’t know what 9/11 was or who edward snowden was and what he did (no that’s eward cullen from twilight you’re thinking of, this is a real person) like the class of kids that graduated this year were BORN IN 2005. THEY WERE 8 WHEN THE SNOWDEN LEAKES HAPPENED. at this point, you’re just mad that you’re old. “oh but they don’t know who hitler was” well i don’t know about you but i wasn’t taught about world war 2 UNTIL THE 10TH GRADE.

like at this point you’re literally assuming that all kids are born with all knowledge conveniently downloaded into their head, or you’re assuming that the kids are failing at some secret school they’re supposed to go to before they come to real school.

how can you, a grown adult human person, look at a kid dead in the eye and say she’s stupid for not knowing about things they haven’t learned about in school yet? how are you assuming that the average kid born after 2005 know about edward snowden or the 2008 stock market crash?

and what do you expect will happen when you go on tiktok and complain about this stuff? will they kid magically learn everything? or will they never ask questions out of the fear of being shamed and end up worse off?

#like i get they don’t get paid enough #but to blame the kids for asking their teacher about something they don’t know about is insidious #teachers like that really need to take a hard look at themselves and try to understand why they feel the way they do #you don’t get to be frustrated with a student of yours hasn’t heard of something you just mentioned #tiktok teachers #teachers #gen alpha #gen z #students #school #rant #196 #long

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CREPUSCULETE

morpheus x f!reader one–shot

One would think that because Y/N dated Dream of the Endless she would be immune to fictional men from fantasy books, movies or series…yet here she was fangirling about Edward Cullen while watching Twilight. It wasn't her first time seeing it, but with the celebration of 10 years since the end of the saga she decided to rewatch it at a watch party with her friends.

"Not to sound totally crazy, but I'm pretty sure there's someone inside your house, Y/N" she heard her friend Michelle say. That information should scary her, but with a boyfriend with zero manners she couldn't just afford a heart attack every time Dream made an unannounced visit.

"It's probably just my boyfriend, he's very antisocial."

"So much that we never saw him."

"Yeah, yeah. Just ignore him and let's start New Moon!" and so they did, until the king of dreams and nightmares decided to interrupt them close to it's end.

"What is he doing?" both Michelle and Tara were surprised by his sudden presence, but Y/N didn't even flinch.

"Edward thinks Bella is dead so he's trying to commit suicide in his vampire way."

"How stupid." her friends gasped at that and she slapped his arm as a warning.

"It's romantic! He would rather not life at all than stay in a world without her. I don't expect you to understand such a thing." she wasn't implying that Morpheus wasn't romantic, just that he couldn't understand this kind of romantic gesture. Dream, however, took offense into this since he would do anything for her and because of that he left right after it, clearly unhappy with his beloved.

They reached the end of Eclipse before they got too tired and decided to watch the last two after sleeping a little. Y/N usually didn't really dream, Morpheus would take her to the heart of the dreaming as soon as he would sense her, but today he didn't. Yes, she knew that it was a signal that he was mad at her and she should probably focus on getting on his castle to find him…but it was such a good dream.

She was laying at the field from the movie, the flowers extremely colorful and at her side was Edward, smiling as if she was his world.

"For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours…" he stopped for a moment and his hand was caressing her cheek. "All the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet." Y/N loved Morpheus, she really did, and dreaming about a fictional character she was in love with since she was just a teenager didn't change that. Actually it was quite the opposite, Edward and Morpheus were so much alike that sometimes Y/N thought that was her type: hot and a little gloomy.

"Edward…" god it felt like she was thirteen again screaming with her head on the pillow while watching the most romantic man she ever knew. Y/N was a little bit of Bella, she was far from being clumsy, but she wasn't the best at being social and had some weird problems with birthdays and aging – not that Morpheus knew about it – and was as devoted to her boyfriend as Bella was. She too had her Edward, there was nothing in this world Dream wouldn't do for her and if he knew about her insecurities he would certainly not only offer her an endless life at his side, but also would propose at the spot.

"This dream is over." the voice of her lover echoed through her dream, sucking her soul out of the Dreaming and back to the waking world. Y/N knew that Morpheus was a jealous being and her dream didn't help her at all, to him it was like she wanted that vampire and not him. Any other time she would try to make him understand things, but the way he abruptly ended her dream made her feel anger towards him.

"How dare you?" was the first thing she said after waking up. He was standing close to her bed, glaring at her form.

"I should be the one demanding."

"You interfered in my dream. You always say how important dreams are and yet here you are taking mine away."

"A dream with another man!"

"He's technically a vampire and also NOT REAL!" even though his jealousy should've limits, he couldn't throw a fit every time she would dream with a fictional person. Weren't her dreams supposed to be her safe place?

"You were on a date with him!" it was like he had to force himself to even say it.

"He's NOT real!"

"Am I not enough?" that broke her heart, it wasn't jealous that he was feeling, it was his insecurities talking. He was afraid she wanted someone that wasn't him, that she would leave him.

"What are you talking about? Of course you are enough, more than that!" Y/N got out of her bed and went in his direction. "He's just a fictional character that I like, it's normal. There are others too."

"Y/N…" she cut him off before he had the chance

"But there's no comparison. I might like a thousand vampires or whatever, but it's you that I love. I wouldn't trade what we have for nothing, you know that, right?"

"You talked before as if I am not…romantic enough for you."

"All I said was that you didn't understand it was romantic the fact he couldn't imagine a life without her. That he would rather die than live another day knowing she was dead."

"You are implying I have no fear of losing you."

"I'm implying you don't have to, because I don't intend on leaving you. Morpheus, for as long as you want I'm yours. I love you and I will always just love you." without needing any words he pulled her into a kiss. His hand on her waist while hers were messing with his hair. No matter how close they were, it was never enough.

"I love you, Y/N." Dream said while breaking the kiss. "I will love you until my last breath and if there's something beyond that I will still love you." she didn't have to dream with the perfect man, right in front of her was the perfect being she could ever ask for. Morpheus and Y/N loved each other with an intensity that no one could truly understand.

That night Dream of the Endless showed how much he loved Y/N and for that night all dreams were filled with love…and a little bit of lust.

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc

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Dear Soulmate

Title: Dear Soulmate

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Edward Cullen x np!Reader

Summary: Edward has a hard time expressing himself with words, so he turns to music instead.

Authors Note: Day 7!! Told you I would do it!! I had such a hard time writing this because, apperantly, i cannot think of the words that describe the feeling of love that completes you entire being the way Edward thinks about it. I mean...does it work that he can't express himself and neither can i? maybe?

There were many things to love about the vampire life that was bestowed upon Edward. First and foremost, the fear that consumed most of his teenage years was practically nonexistent anymore; it took many years for Carlisle to convince him not to wear his mask anymore when he was around people, and even more to show that Edward wouldn’t ever get sick again, despite every rational part of him denying it. The mindreading was hard to get used to, but it did allow him a unique type of freedom to explore the world without the slow caution that Carlisle and Esme had to. He had more time than he knew what to do with, all the hobbies and dreams he had as a kid suddenly being possible now that sleep wasn’t an issue. He didn’t have to give up as many aspects of his human life as he thought, especially things like his studies or music that reminded him so much of his mother.

His Mother…

With the positives, there was always, naturally, the things that made his life a living hell. The fear of outside forces on him were near eliminated, but going from prey to predator was difficult to handle. Things as simple as handshakes and opening doors became calculated, and the amount of walls and furniture he accidentally destroyed throughout his early years cost Carlisle a fortune to replace. His mindreading nearly broke his mind, especially when they first attempted to move into cities, too many voices swimming through his mind to even hear those speaking aloud. And their thoughts…Carlisle showed him that humanity was worth preserving, worth saving, but there were so many vile people all around, thinking unthinkable things and sometimes going as far as acting on them. He loathes to remember his ‘rebellious phase’, as Esme indeeringly calls it, as, for the first time since turning, he was able to do something about the voices. Even now, as he attributes those murders as the reason he’s able to manipulate his mindreading more like a radio than an onslaught of noise, he shudders at the memory of those final thoughts slowly fading away.

And, time. He vaguely remembered sitting through his lessons as a human as lamenting the time passing so slowly he thought he would die of boredom. The flash of jealously is not uncommon when he thinks of those very human emotions he once had. The possibility of infinity is beyond what he ever could imagine, and the understanding he would remember every single detail of it drove him mad. Those human memories, those would cease to exist in only a few more years as they faded away, but his vampire memories would never go. And he would never stop making memories, or have things like sleep or becoming comatose as a buffer to slow the onslaught. He was desperate for the first year, writing every memory he could of his human life, especially those of his Mother, who, now, was no more than her favorite Edwardian dress and a silhouette. As he reread his journal over and over, the story became more and more like a novel he plucked from a library shelf, lost in time for a person he didn’t even recognize. He couldn’t attend school or play music, no matter how much he loved it, because the feeling that something or someone was missing ate him alive.

If Esme and Carlisle hadn’t been there to help him through these impossible feelings, he feared he never would have made it out the other side.

He could see how hard it was on his new parents to watch their son suffer at the hands of fate. Carlisle’s forgiveness when he returned burned through his nonbeating heart, and Esme’s relentless kindness balled guilt low in his gut. And, worst of all, he wanted to express his love for them, his thankfulness at their patience with him, but as eloquent as he was, there were never the right words to do it. Edward knew they knew his appreciativeness, but he always wished he could express it beyond his devotion to them.

The first time he sat at the piano after his mind accepted his new life, Edward nearly convulsed at the pure adoration in Esme’s thoughts. His fingers were clumsy, not quite used to the power and dexterity that vampirism brought to every part of his being, but the song was his Mother’s favorite, and his muscle memory was stronger than his recollective memory of her face. Too fast, then too slow, but Esme’s thoughts never faltered from their awe at the notes twinkling from within the wooden piano. Her thoughts made him smile so wide his cheeks ached. They ended up sitting together in the lounge for three days, Edward playing every song he could think of, Esme watching his every move and thinking of only her love of music and her new family. Carlisle liked to joked sometimes that, had he not finally returned home after a long weekend away, the two of them would have remained sitting in the lounge until the building collapsed around them. Though they hadn’t done another musical marathon since, Esme never failed to appear in the room when Edward played, her soothing thoughts weaving in time with the notes.

Then, that Christmas, Edward gifted Esme her very own song. If she could have wept, Edward had no doubt that she would have, instead pulling him into a hug so tight he was worried he would crack apart at the seams. She insisted he played it for her, and he did, everytime she even thought about it.

From that Christmas on, Edward turned his unspeakable feelings into music. Everyone in his life had their own music journal, filled with notes and keys and rhythms that conveyed every feeling that Edward had ever felt. Esme’s journal was filled with the slow melodies of love, Carlisle’s contained the rhythmic beat of loyalty, and as more people joined their family, so too did their journals get filled with every song he created. Rosalie scoffed at the way her songs commanded attention, though her thoughts always betrayed her pride in being someone’s muse, and Emmett’s randy tunes always made him laugh. When Alice and Jasper joined them, Edward began to experiment in a collection of genre’s to convey Alice’s changing visions, and Jasper’s fluid tangle of emotions. Edward and Jasper grew exceptionally close then, Jasper finally having someone who could relate to his complex understanding of being, constantly assaulted by other’s emotions and not always knowing which were his true feelings, and finally having a way to express that to others in ways words failed him.

Then, there were the secret journals that were for his eyes only. Esme knew, of course, Edward trusted her with every part of his being, but he never dared show the vulnerability within those pages. He composed pieces for every deep feeling he had - resentment, fear, hope, envy, rage, happiness - just to be able to get rid of the knot of emotion that tangled itself inside him. His family was too close, to all knowing, to really keep private things truely private, but he appreciated the effort anyway. Jasper would always be able to tell what emotion he was using while composing, as Alice had the ability to see which piece Edward would start next. Carlisle had a look that, even without reading his mind, Edward knew meant that he knew exactly what each song was. Rose, even, afforded him some privacy, pulling Emmett out the door with her to go shopping when his verses would become too filled with emotion. He allowed her a couple snide remarks about it here and there as a thank you.

The most embarrassing of the collection, though, was the small black embossed one Esme had gifted him many years ago. It was a souvenir from their trip to Paris for one of their many honeymoons, the first time they left Edward alone to fend for himself. The cover was intricately detailed with the Lovers of Peynet, a story of love and peace that Esme fell in love with immediately. It was only fitting, then, that Edward used that journal to write his own complicated feelings of love. He was, after all, surrounded by it all the time.

Esme and Carlisle were so perfect for each other that Edward could never fathom the fact that both had relationships before. Esme’s compassion matched Carlisle’s perfectly, and Carlisle’s thoughts were only ever burning passion for his wife. Alice and Jasper moved with one another like no one else he had seen, adapting without needing to speak to always be there for one another. Jasper never seemed to need his empathy to be attuned to Alice, and Alice, in turn, worked patiently everyday to help Jasper untangle the twisted life he led before meeting her. Even Rose and Emmett worked! Emmett’s unwavering devotion and love for his Rose was unlike anything Edward had seen, rivaling those fake ties he witness between the Volturi in Carlisle’s memories. Rose, as standoffish as she seemed, cared for Emmett so deeply that they didn’t even have to be true mates to love as fiercely as the others. Choice, Destiny, Edward wanted any of it, to hold someone like Carlisle and Esme, to love like Rose and Emmett, to be understood like Alice and Jasper.

The pages of his book were filled endlessly with the different versions of love he both dreamed and attempted, but nothing ever came close to the feeling he got when he watched his family with their true loves. He always left them when the feeling got too much, bolting out the door as soon as Jasper was able to make the connection. In those instances, the only thing he would leave with was the clothes on his back, and the black embossed notebook in his hand.

The pieces, just as his thoughts, were complicated and unfinished. He tried more times than he could count to figure out the notes that most encapsulated his feelings, but it would always come up short. Melodies would stop midway, notes scattered like a puzzle waiting to be put together. More than a few times the notebook would end up thrown across the room, something Edward perfected in order to release some frustration in a human way.

There was only one song finished in the entire book. The pages were flicked through so frequently that they were warped along the spine, and the ink rewritten so many times the pages were on the edge of ripping right through. Edward revisited this song whenever his thoughts became too repetitive, pretending they were written by someone else just to have something to relate to besides himself. There were no wishes written in the lines, only wonder, hope, at the thought of a mate, a soulmate, really existing out there for him. A vampire, a human, something else? Female, male, neither? What would they look like? How would they react to his mindreading? Who were they?

Edward had only played the song outloud a handful of times. The first was an accident. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t realize Esme had come into the room, watching him intently as he wiggled his fingers over the keys in order to play without making a sound. Her abrupt thoughts of curiosity allowed him just enough courage to gently play the piece for her. A passing thought of longing was all Esme had to do for Edward to stop abruptly, jumping from the bench and racing out the room without a word. After that, she didn’t ever push him to play it again, even going as far as chastising herself in her own thoughts when the thought crossed her mind. Edward smiled gratefully at her whenever it happened. The next time they had the house to themselves, Esme was privy to the song in it’s entirety, the melody soft and sweet. Her chin wobbled, and her eyes grew large, the signs Edward had come to associate with Esme crying without being able to. When it was just the two of them, she would often ask for him to play it for her again, and Edward loved her too much to deny her request.

After playing it for everyone but the person it was about, he found it strange, completely unbelievable, that he was now able to play it for the very person he wrote it for. You were sat beside him, awe in your face as his fingers tapped the keys to reveal the melancholic song. You were pressed so closely to him, the lines of your body curving into his. As his arm reached across you body to play the keys on your other side, you absentmindely rested your hand on it, reminding him of the times he took pretty girls for walks in the park during his human years. If he still had a working heart, he knew it would be beating out of his chest, but he didn’t need a heart to feel the sweet of adoration deep inside him whenever he looked at you.

Even as the original song ended, his fingers continued as if reading from his black book, melodies mixing and unfinished songs melding together to try and show you just a smidge of the emotion swirling inside him. His very own notebook brought to completion as you sat there, switching between watching the way his hand glided elegantly across the keys and his face, which hadn’t taken a moments break from yours. He effortlessly leaned down everytime your eyes met, pressing his lips to yours, stealing your breath from your lungs, and replacing it with the melody of his love.

A new song was already writing itself out in his mind; a rhythm based entirely around the way you looked at him, eyes wide and lips pouted, and the gratitude to whatever force brought you into his complicated existence. Yes, that would have to do for now. Just until, Edward decided, he could find some other way to express the irrationally wonderful love he had for you.

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hyperactivewhore · 8 months

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I despise both Renesmee Cullen's and Hope Mikaelson's existences. Both characters are plot holes and shouldn't exist.

Renesmee Carlie Cullen is the daughter of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen. She's half-human and half-vampire, and in Twilight, it was explained that only male vampires can have children with female humans. But that doesn't make any sense because vampires in Twilight don't have any blood in their bodies. Then, Stephanie Meyer explained that the venom that is in their bodies works similarly to the bodily fluids that are in humans. But if that was the case, then Bella shouldn't have gotten pregnant. She should have become a vampire after having sex with Edward. Renesmee is called 'half mortal and half immortal' by Aro, but how can a person be half mortal and half immortal? She's either mortal or immortal. She can't be both. Does she age, or does she not? Can she live forever, or does she have the lifespan of a human?

Now, onto Hope.

Hope Andrea Mikaelson is the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall-Kenner. She's a werewolf, vampire, witch tribrid. In the pilot episode of The Originals, it was explained that since Klaus was born a werewolf and became a vampire because of magic and not by drinking the blood of another vampire and dying with that vampire's blood in his system, he was able to conceive. Vampires in The Vampire Diaries are infertile and can not have children, and while Klaus is the world's first werewolf-vampire hybrid, he's still part vampire. He shouldn't have been able to have a child, which was confirmed in Legacies. The only reason Hope exists is because Malivore. So, if Malivore never existed, Hope would have never existed. She wasn't born because her father was created differently from traditional vampires, but because it is her destiny to defeat a mud monster.

Both characters are great (more so Hope because she was given her own show, and I grew to like her over Legacies' 4 season run. Renesmee was kinda there. Her CGI in the movies creeped me out, and she absolutely did nothing in the book), but their existence goes against the canons of their respective movies/books and show.

It's funny because both are created as plot devices to Bella and Klaus and they're meant to be the magical powerful baby of their universe, but their existence alone just makes it look ridiculous by breaking every single canon law.

As you said, Renaissance came out of nowhere. She was soo incredibly intelligent from the very first moment her parents made her, but apparently not smart enough to control her own strength seeing she broke several Bella's bones (like honestly, what the hell) and this demon spawn craved human blood for absolutely no logical reason other than Edward being a vampire. Ratatouille also could not be seen in the ultrasound or any other thing: she had a impenetrable amniotic sac because yes, exactly, her daddy is a vampire!

Honestly, I kinda feel bad for Ravioli. I've never finished reading Breaking Dawn (and I won't), it was such a corny book and I could only bring myself to the third part, where Bella spends time with baby Rasputin but I've heard interesting things to how the Cullen rise this sim. Apparently, Bella and Edward couldn't care less about their daughter, because as always they were more obssesed with each other and Rosalie did all the parenting, because the love birds couldn't be distracted with their CGI spawn. If I'm correct, Edward even called Bella more beautiful than Rim Job right in her face and instead of being mad, because their kid was right there, Isabella was just like "gosh edward, ily sm 😘😜😍"

Parents of the year.

Stephenie Meyer didn't care about Bella and Edward being parents: she just wanted the aesthetic that came with it, and she pulled the reasons of the human-vampire pregnancy out of her ass.

Actually, when I was in my twilight phase, I read a fanfic where Bella got pregnant, and the reason was a little more "coherent" than what Meyer gave: Having died so young, Edward's body "froze" his sperm and because he had remained a virgin for over a hundred years (lmao), he was able to get Bella, the first and only woman he slept with, pregnant. It's still shitty, and bad, but if they wanted them so badly to have a kid this was a better reason.

I just can't take Twilight books seriously. Apparently, there are no black vampires for a barely explained reason that is clearly racist (if I remember, the venom that vampires inject you during death just... removes your skin color), the mistreatment to the werewolves is just terrible, and there's Ratatunga too.

Now, moving to Hope Andrea Mikaelson, the white witch that is hated and loved in equal measures by the fandom. Oh my, this is gonna be interesting.

I have my moments with Hope, to be honest. Sometimes I completely adore her, and sometimes I just can't stand her. Her existence was completely pulled out of Pl*c's ass, who wanted to have her own version of Renameme so badly. Klaus shouldn't have even been able to procreate in the first place, because he was killed before Esther binded his werewolf side. Though vampires in tvd are more alive than dead, but that's a whole different thing. But clearly my point still remains.

I like Hope Mikaelson a lot more than Ragnarok Cullen, Summer Fontana/Danielle Russell and Mackenzie Foy are all really amazing and beautiful actresses who did great with the role they were given, but their characters completely broke canon. I like the tribrid more though because at least, she wasn't a fucking sim that aged five years in a week unlike Nestlé. The only way I could ever like Radioactive is by having her completely loathe her parents and family, especially because she was born in 2006 aka she's part of Gen Z.

Both characters shouldn't even exist in the first place, and Hope's existences is as much of a plothole as Riptide's. Renesmee gets more hate simply because of how she was in the womb and also because of how fast she grew, but they're both plotholes and shouldn't have been created no matter their popularity.

#I had so much fun with ravioli's nicknames 🤭#i still adore hope #but hmm #renesmee cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #bella cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #bella x edward #klaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson #twilight #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to

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magicianpanache · 2 years

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Men : Predators or Protectors

I’ve spoken before of Edward Cullen’s habit of splitting people into predators, protectors or preys. In this meta we’ll more specifically examine the cases of men. My thesis is that once men are important enough to register on Edward’s radar, they are either predators or protectors, independently of species.

If we examine the men (or, more specifically, males), the first we meet are Bella’s classmates, who all eventually try to ask her out. Edward ignores most of them, because Bella does not give them a time of day, only to focus on Mike, with whom Bella is more friendly. Edward hates Mike with a passion, imagining multiple times his murder. Of course, Mike is a predator, considering he gasp thinks about Bella’s breasts. Is Mike cringy and blind to Bella’s signals ? Yes, yes he is. Is he a dangerous monster ? No. Yet, Edward has to put Mike in a category, and that guy is no protector.

The other men Edward interacts with are mostly the other Cullen. They are generally considered protectors of the family. In fact, Edward insists Alice timed her arrival in the family for when the protectors (Emmett and himself) weren’t there, as if Rosalie couldn’t take care of herself. Despite the danger they pose to Bella, being man-eating monsters and all, Edward doesn’t hesitate to invite Bella home where she would be in more danger than ever.

James and the rapists and Port Angeles are obviously predators, as are Edward’s victims from his cannibal days. Edward could rationalize his murders as making the world a better place, by ridding the world of predators. His definition of predators is quite large, as he mentions quitting eating junkies because of their bad tastes. I would like to point out that junkies don’t actually hurt people by being junkies. Yet, they were dangerous and had to be eaten.

The next males Edward realizes exist are Jacob/the wolves. From the moment Edward realizes Jacob is a wolf, he considers him dangerous to Bella (even though he had a pleasant, positive mind as of Midnight Sun). The official excuse is what happened between Sam and Emily. However, vampires are just as dangerous. Bella was almost murdered by both Edward and Jasper, without mentionning she only met James because she got close to Edward. Yet, the wolves are the dangerous ones. Let’s be honest, by being a threat to Bella and Edward’s relationship, Edward has decided that Jacob was dangerous, despite him never losing control around her, which is more than what Edward can say.

What I find the most damning piece of evidence is Edward’s murder of a would-be pedophile that Edward murdered before he could hurt a little girl. I find it quite fascinating that the would-be victim was a girl, and not a boy. In his flashbacks, Edward acted to save women and girls, or the “cleanness” of society, but never boys or men. In fact, I’m hard pressed to have Edward consider boys or men potential victims. The closest I have is Edward considering his classmates innocent as he considers murdering them, but even then there are girls and Edward does not consider the individual boy.

Ben, our last case study, is an interesting case. In MS, Edward pretends he wants to ask out Angela in front of Ben, to get him jealous. To Edward’s surprise, Ben starts to feel protective over Angela. Once he feels protective, Edward’s opinion of Ben goes from indifference to approval.

I liked this Ben. He seemed bright and well-meaning. Maybe even worthy of a girl like Angela.

Ben has to be worthy of Angela. The boy has to be worthy of the girl, by proving he is a protector (and look at what Edward does…).

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #anti edward cullen #edward cullen #midnight sun #anti twilight #bella swan #twilight meta #Edward Cullen's Mad Mad World

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fuckmeyer · 8 months

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Ok so I follow you because of your amazing analyzing and theories of twilight, but it's gotten to a point I have to consider reading your stories, and besides a Paul lahote story here or there over the years, I haven't really read twilight stories, especially ones that aren't about the Wolfpack.

I'm scared. So I wanted to ask about yours, what is it like?

Is it crazy like full of plot twists and insanity and madness covered into brilliance (the good kind) or crazy in a way that I start liking bella and edward (the terrifying part)?

(If you answer this, please consider the fact it might actually make me reread twilight (the original) and start ranting worse. For both our sanities, is it smart?)

Is it crazy like full of plot twists and insanity and madness covered into brilliance (the good kind) or crazy in a way that I start liking bella and edward (the terrifying part)?

both! liking Bella & Edward is THE biggest plot twist of this saga LOL. i'm not really one to hype my work so bear with me. here's the difference between Twilight & In The Afterlight:

the familiar:

setting. rainy rural PNW vibes

rough plot. girl meets vampire. vampire wants to kill her. love ensues. it starts you off in familiar territory, then slowly peels away as the story progresses. you'll find enough of the "iconic" scenes to keep you oriented in nostalgia, but not so much that you feel chained to the original book.

characters. no OCs. Bella & Edward are somewhat OOC, but their core traits are still intact.

the unfamiliar(ish):

Bella's personality. i think it was @blurry-walker who made this excellent point: we're supposed to like Bella because of how she's described, not by how she acts. Bella is not really selfless, mature, observant, compassionate, intellectual, or self-aware. which would be fine... if that were the author's intention. i've tried making Bella a mix between how she's described & how she acts: selfless, contemplative, & stubborn, with a sense of humor. & i threw in a backstory & hobbies - i.e, drawing, music, reading - so she has a life besides Edward. (she can still act like she's 18 tho. as a treat.)

Edward's personality. no stalking, no anger issues or mood swings, no misogyny, no invalidation of Bella's choices, no militant chastity. just a vampire who's lost his way & startled to discover he is every bit a part of this world as Bella. more humorous, more overwrought/ romantic, more contemplative.

the result is a relationship that's rooted in mutual respect, common interests & values, & genuine companionship. they talk about philosophy, they exchange mixtapes, they tease each other, & have slightly less self-control when it comes to sexual intimacy

James/Victoria plotline

twilight is less fairytale, more gothic horror

deeper thematic discussions (bc i think they're neat! :D). what does it mean to be you? how do you find yourself again when you're lost? what's the secret to keeping your humanity in death?

vampire/Cullen lore. what's the difference between a golden-eyed vampire and a red-eyed one? what are "la tua cantantes" and "mates"? why are the Cullens going to high school? what's the Cullen-Volturi relationship like? who are the Cullens, really? i'm trying to paint them as grayer characters & have their personalities/backstories make sense for who they are.

werewolf lore. i *hate* canon imprinting - how an imprinter loses him/herself to the imprint, how the imprintee can't say no, the fact that they imprint on CHILDREN when the theory behind imprinting is to "find the strongest genes"... NO. i hate it all. i hate that smeyer appropriates the legends of the Quileute tribe & how stereotypes/ tropes of Native people are perpetuated in this series. i especially hate the double-standards Bella puts on the pack vs the coven. justice for the wolfpack or bust

since you mentioned liking the wolfpack (same), the sequel, Come Nightfall (aka New Moon), has way more wolfpack content than the original, & we see a lot more interactions between Jake & Bella. (and Bella & Sam!)

i don't feel it's my place to tell you whether you should read this or even whether it's good. if it helps, this is what other people say:

"This… Was incredible. It was the kind of fanfiction that should be praised along the classics of the fandom, the kind you would want to print and put in the shelf in between Twilight and Life And Death."

"This is, to me, the epitome of great fanfiction--you took the story idea and characters and tweaked them to how you imagine it would be better as well as adding in your own flare, AND you have the story telling ability to back it up."

"You've managed to write something that not only surpasses the source material, but flies so far beyond it in nuance, craftsmanship, raw emotion and SMUT that it travelled through space and time continuum and shows no signs of stopping. Every time I think it can't get better, it does."

"I read both of your books in like 2 days; I couldn’t put them down. This is some of the best writing I’ve ever read on here."

"What a gem of a story. I read it in one sitting, the best canon rewrite I've ever read. Very very clever writing, engaging plot, and the most real Bella and Edward relationship I've ever seen. Everything about it, Bella and Jacob, Sam, Alice and Bella's dynamic, Billy and Bella, everything added so much colour to this story. I can't believe this came from Meyer's twilight and New Moon. Absolutely genius."

#thank you for asking :)#i really enjoy talking about this story because i'm so passionate about it! the fact that everyone is so intrigued is just really inspiring #i hope this doesnt come across as being cocky or bragging #i just really love this story and love that other people do too :) <3 #it just makes me sing im so grateful for everyone and for this experience #i love writing so much i could talk about it forever it's just the best thing on earth ahhhhhhh <333333333333 #it was especially nice to reread through comments people left me because i've been having a hard time & this was a great pick-me-up #please don't take this to mean you should reread twilight #for the love of god please don't reread twilight #you don't have to read this fic but please please please twilight will not be better on your next read-through TRUST ME

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The most disappointing thing about Stephenie Meyer's Midnight Sun was how little Edward's psyche and internal world were affected by the ability to know people (generally and individually) at a much deeper level than anyone else.

imo, Stephenie took an incredibly reductivist view of who people are in their own heads, and Edward's absolute disinterest in the people around him was both surprising and off-putting to me. I think he would have been a much more interesting character if he was actually deeply, obsessively interested in people, had a really robust model for categorizing people according to different patterns of thought, and was constantly anxious about his ability to identify and manipulate problem people perfectly and expertly on the fly.

Because Edward SHOULD have (for interesting story purposes) gotten his entire sense of value and belonging in the Cullen clan—despite his wretched past—FROM those skills and the way they benefited the group. It makes sense, with how melodramatically tortured and self-loathing he is, that he would have to have an equally self-loathing workaround that let him disbelieve every loving thought that's ever been absently directed at him, maybe attributing his family's generosity and good feeling to a base instinct to keep around people who increase chances of survival. He should believe people love him Because of his ability to protect. We even see this pattern in how he'll later interact with Bella, hating himself constantly for every ounce of danger he puts her in, sabotaging their relationship when the risk becomes too great that she'll realize what a shit choice he is and leave him for it.

And then of course there's the fact that reading EVERYONE'S MIND ALL THE TIME should drive you a little bit mad. You get 100x, 1000x the information listening to a conversation between friends than anyone else. You know people in ways they don't even know themselves. Everyone is Highly Predictable because you are highly obsessed with paying enough attention to make sure they are predictable, and you do not experience relationships like anyone else on the planet. Trust is not a thing, because you have All The Information. Not knowing how someone will react is not a thing, because you have A Humanity's Worth of Predictive Data On How Other People Like This Person Have Reacted. You're not a person, you're God In A Person's Body, But If You Slip Up No One Will Love You, and it is just frankly hard to find people who relate.

So with all that in mind, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN REALLY FUCKING AWESOME to watch him, after discovering he can't read the new girl's thoughts, become first frustrated then manically, tortuously OBSESSED with Bella because she threatens absolutely everything he believes about himself. What if she's dangerous and I can't warn them? What if they realize I'm a fraud???

So he starts stalking her, talking to her, trying frantically to figure out what the physical and verbal cues are that signal all the mental patterns in people that he knows like the back of his hand, searching desperately for the warning signs he can't read in her mind, like someone who's gone unexpectedly blind. Complicated, of course, by the fact that HOLY SHIT SHE SMELLS DELICIOUS. And slowly, slowly, as he interacts with a human being like HE'S a human being for the first time, he starts to fall in love with her and how she makes him feel. He falls in love with her because she and she alone can make him human again.

The second most disappointing part of Midnight Sun was that Edward fell in love with Bella because "she's a good person" according to an equally boring, reductive, Mormon-culture-inspired view of feminine goodness. I mean, in the text, all she does is make a single comment about how comicon is Pretty Cool Actually™️. As though nerds who go to comicon are a particularly risky group of people to stand up for, as though there are not dozens of people at this school who wouldn't have said the same thing, who are not, at the very moment the interaction happens, also Being Nice™️.

No, no, no, no, fellow vampire fans. Edward should have fallen in love with Bella because, for the first time in his entire vampiric life, Edward is able to interact with another human the way people are meant to. Without knowing everything before it's said. Without knowing her so well from a clinical, objective point of view that he knows what she's going to think before she thinks it. He should have fallen in love with her because she IS normal in a way that's so rare for him that it's precious. Because she can change her mind and he won't see it coming. Because he can't break down every little flaw in her mental reasoning and just has to take her at her word. Bella represents Normalcy for a man who cannot have normal relationships, who is completely isolated and alienated from humanity by the voices in his head. Loving her because she was Nice™️ was just utter bullshit. He loves her because She Contributes Positively To His State Of Being.

In other news, this headcanon is also why I was absolutely devastated by the epilogue ending of Breaking Dawn, in which Bella learns to let Edward into her head. It felt like a punch to the gut for Edward. Like "no, wait, you don't understand how important it is to me that I DON'T see, that I am always able to feel human around you, without the clinical monster taking over. That I Have to trust you." That's what made the whole relationship for him, imo. Edward made her a vampire, and she made him human.

(Of course, I understand that this narrative would have broken the "hot guy is obsessed with normal girl and she has to make absolutely no effort and is under no pressure to be or do anything to continue to be deserving of that love" fantasy, but, well... That's why Midnight Sun should never have been written in the first place.)

#midnight sun #twilight #stephenie meyer #literary analysis #literary critique #literary criticism #edward cullen #bella swan #fight me

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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romeo and...cullen? | part 15.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The news was playing on the TV in your living room. Another missing person in Seattle.

“It’s getting worse, we need to do something,” Carlisle said watching the news story.

“It takes more than one of our kind to cause the damage they’re reporting,” Jasper said. “Quite a few more, they’re undisciplined, conspicuous—”

“Newborns,” Edward finished for him.

“Like new vampires?” Bella asked.

“The first few months after the change. That’s when we’re at our most uncontrollable, vicious, insane with thirst.”

“No one’s trained these newborns.” Jasper observed the television closer. “But this isn’t random, someone’s creating an army.”

“An army?” Emmett asked intrigued.

“Created to fight someone.”

“But we’re the only clan even close to Seattle,” Edward said.

Carlisle started pacing. “Regardless, if we don’t put a stop to this the Volturi will, I’m surprised they’ve let it go on this long.”

“Maybe, they’re purposely ignoring it. I read Aro’s mind, Carlisle, he wants Alice and I to join him and knows we never will with our family still alive.”

“An army would solve that for him.”

“We have to change me now then,” Bella said.

“No, Bella. You’d be a liability as a newborn, unable to control your instincts, an easy target,” Jasper said.

“We’ll come up with something, Bells,” you assured your friend. “But changing you right now isn’t it. Think about Charlie and Renee. You can’t just disappear on them.”

You were confused when you walked into your house after shopping in Port Angeles to see your father bandaging Bella’s hand.

“Jake found out about me wanting to become a vampire.”

“And?”

“And I punched him in the face.”

You just raised your eyebrows and sat down next to your friend.

“It’s just a sprain, should heal fairly quickly,” Carlisle said.

Emmett gave Bella’s good hand a high-five. “Punching a werewolf? You’re gonna be one tough little newborn.”

“Tough enough to take you on.”

Rosalie slammed down her newspaper and walked off angrily. You thought she wasn’t that mad until you heard her room door slam. Eventually she’d get over it. You did when you realized Bella was adamant about her choice.

Friday rolled around and you sat in the gym watching your siblings and practically all your friends graduate. Jess, Bella, and Angela piled into your car after taking graduation pictures. You sped off to your house to beat the rush of everyone else getting there since you still had to help set up.

“This is our best work yet,” Alice said high-fiving Rosalie as they looked at you, Jessica, Bella, and Angela all dressed up.

Jessica and Angela were excited at having been dressed by The Cullen Sisters but you and Bella just looked uncomfortable.

“Why do I have to dress up? It’s not my graduation.”

“You’re a Cullen aren’t you?” Rosalie asked. “We always show up and show out.”

You mingled and talked with random guests until you heard Bella at the front door.

“I thought my right hook was me uninviting you.”

“Just came to drop off an ‘I’m sorry’ present and see (Y/N).”

You heard Jacob’s voice. You quickly walked over to the front of your house where you saw Jacob, Quil, and Embry. Jacob handed Bella a small graduation present before giving you a kiss when you came up to him.

“Is your sister okay?” Quil asked, pointing to Alice on the steps. She was having a vision.

“Alice?” you raced over to her, Bella followed behind you. “What did you see?”

“The decision’s been made.”

“What’s going on?” Jacob asked.

You guys waited till all the party guests had left to hold a little meeting on the back porch.

“So we’re not going to Seattle?” you asked.

“No, they’re coming here, soon. We have two weeks, if we’re lucky.”

“This could turn into a bloodbath,” Carlisle said. “Alice, can you see who’s behind it?”

“I don’t think I recognize anyone… wait one, Riley Biers.”

“That’s the first boy that went missing in Seattle. Charlie’s been working that case for a while now,” Bella said.

“They must be playing with the blind spots in your vision,” Edward told Alice. “Either way the army is coming and there aren’t enough of us to protect the town.”

“Hold up. What damn army?” Jacob asked.

“Newborns, our kind,” Carlisle explained.

“What are they after?” Embry asked from beside Jacob.

“They were passing around Bella’s sweater,” Alice recounted her vision.

“And what does that mean for us?”

“An ugly fight. Lives lost,” Carlisle said.

Jacob turned to look at Quil and Embry; the three of them nodded. “Alright, we’re in.”

“What? No, you’ll get yourself killed, no way,” Bella protested.

“We weren’t exactly asking for your permission, Bells.”

“Edward? (Y/N)?” Bella asked the two of you.

“It means more protection for you, Bella,” Edward reasoned.

You looked up at the three pack members in front of you. “Are you guys sure?”

“It’s what we do, babe.”

“Jacob, do you believe Sam would agree to an understanding?” Carlisle asked him.

“Of course, (Y/N)’s practically family, the rest of you are extended.”

“And the others?”

“As long as we get to kill some vampires,” Jacob responded.

“Jasper?” Carlisle turned to his youngest son.

“They’ll give us the numbers, the newborns won’t know they even exist. It’ll give us an edge.”

You sipped on the blood bag while your family was up hunting early in the morning. Every sip was a struggle to gulp down but you could feel yourself getting stronger as you did it. Your whole family had decided that you should hunt every morning to keep yourselves at full strength in case the army arrived sooner than expected.

Jacob called as soon as he made it back to the reservation. The wolves were ready to start training as soon as possible. Everyone agreed to meet in the woods on your family’s side of the treaty line. Your family, along with Bella who was just watching, started training early while waiting for the pack. You heard the rustling of the forest as the wolves came down the hill.

“They don’t trust the rest of us enough to be in human form. Only (Y/N),” Edward said, reading Sam’s mind.

“They came. That’s what matters,” Carlisle said. “Edward, can you translate what they’re thinking?”

Edward nodded and Carlisle turned to face the pack.

“Welcome. Jasper has a good amount of experience with newborns. He’ll be able to teach us how to defeat them.”

“They want to know how the newborns are different from us,” Edward translated.

“They’re a great deal stronger than us because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first seven months of this life,” Carlisle said.

Jasper stepped up to explain more.

“Carlisle’s right. That’s why they’re created. A newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army, but no human army can stand against them. Now the two most important things to remember are first: never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. And second: never go for the obvious kill, they will be expecting that and you will lose… Emmett, you’re first.”

Everyone backed up to give Jasper and Emmett room to spar.

“Don’t hold back, Emmett.”

“Not in my nature.”

Emmett ran fast at Jasper. Jasper braced himself as Emmett threw him in the air and he hit the ground. Jasper sprung up quickly. Emmett attempted to throw a punch but he missed and fell to the floor as Jasper’s fist collided with his stomach. Jasper and Emmett sparred a bit more before Jasper called Carlisle and Edward to spar.

Your father and brother both ran and grabbed each other’s necks. Carlisle threw Edward but missed his next hit. Edward pushed Carlisle down to the ground. Edward stepped a little bit away, looking to Jasper to see if he did a good job.

“One more thing,” Jasper said, “Never turn your back on your enemy.”

Jasper rolled his eyes as Carlisle got up and pushed Edward to the floor. Jasper called you up.

“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? When James—”

“Are you getting soft, Major Whitlock?” you taunted. You didn’t want to be reminded and your family still didn’t know about the scratches.

You might not have been as fast or as strong as some members in your family but general fighting you excelled in. You knew how to use your size and limitations to your advantage. Everyone watched as you and Jasper sparred, your fight lasting the longest. Jasper managed to finally get a grip on you and he slammed you to the ground. You gave out a hard grunt as you hit the forest floor. Jacob gave a short bark.

“Jas, stop!” Edward said, reading the wolves’ mind. According to Jacob he could feel (Y/N)’s pain.

“Too hard?” Your brother helped you to your feet.

You rubbed your back in pain. “I’m losing my edge, really thought I had you. Were you using full strength?”

“Too much?”

“No, no. I should get used to it. Not like the newborns are gonna hold back.”

You lifted your shirt slightly making everyone gasp. The wolves growled slightly, not liking the sight of you hurt. There were some cracks around your back. You watched as the cracks closed up, bleeding slightly as they did, before bruising and then immediately fading.

“Damn, Jas. You could give Emmett a run for his money in strength.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jasper put his hand on shoulder.

“Yeah, Jas. I feel fine, great even. Just knocked the wind out of me briefly.”

“Okay, (Y/N). I think we’re done for the day.” Jasper turned to the wolves. “We’ll meet again at the same time tomorrow.”

Jacob walked over to you in wolf form. You patted his head, feeling the soft short fur. You never really saw Jacob’s wolf form. He almost always changed back before meeting up with you.

“He wants to know if you want to come over for dinner, Billy’s cooking dinner,” Edward translates, “And there’s dessert this time.”

You laughed and agreed to come over. You walked back with the wolves to Jacob’s house. Dinner went just as well as it did last time. You felt very comfortable at the Black’s house. Billy retired for the night after pulling the brownies from the oven.

You and Jacob sat on his bed eating brownies and ice cream. Jacob gave you one of his flannel shirts to wear as pajamas. Just like the bathing suit in Alaska, Jacob could do nothing but stare as you stripped out of your outer layer and put his shirt on over your underwear. You were vaguely aware of how he looked at you in those moments, relishing ever so slightly that you made him feel the way he did.

“What do you want to do when this is all over?” Jacob pulled you onto the bed. You snuggled into his arms welcoming the body heat. Jacob liked how the cold temperature of your skin cooled him down.

“It’ll be summer, I’m thinking Hawaii.”

“My sister Rebecca lives in Hawaii, think she’ll let us crash at her place?”

You laughed against his chest. “If not then I’ll take you to my hometown. I think you’d like San Francisco.”

“You wanna stay for one week or two?”

“Two,” you answered.

You and Jake continued to talk, your voices becoming a low whisper so as not to disturb Billy.

The back of your thigh felt a bit damp as if you were uncomfortably sweaty. You stood up from Jacob’s bed, waking him up in the process. You looked at the small red spot on his bedsheets.

“Shit did I accidentally scratch you?”

“It’s fine, Jake. I think… I’m just gonna go see if the wound healed, where even is it?”

You turned to enter Jacob’s bathroom so you could attempt to find the scratches. Jacob watched as you started to walk away, his flannel shirt had ridden up on you.

“(Y/N), it’s not a scratch.”

“Huh?”

Jacob pointed to the back of your underwear exposed by the ridden up flannel.

“Period spot.”

You attempted to look at you own butt. Vampires weren’t supposed to bleed at all and even though it was clear that some things caused you to bleed, you didn’t think periods were something you’d ever have again. You’d have to tell Carlisle about this at some point. Great, you never thought you’d have the period talk with your dad again. Only under much weirder circumstances.

“Must’ve started in your sleep. Rebecca used to complain about that all the time.”

“What did you say?” You asked alarmed.

“It’s just a period spot, I can wash the sheets. No harm, no foul.”

“No Jacob, did you just say sleep?”

“Yeah. You clocked out at like midnight. We were talking and you just kinda fell asleep on me… this is a problem isn’t it?”

“Jake, you have to take me home now.”

Edward was already outside when you reached the house. Jacob’s thoughts could be heard for miles sometimes when it came to you. “I called Carlisle, he’s on his way home already.”

(Part 16)...

#jacob black x reader #twilight fic

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kwop-kilawtley · 1 year

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TW!!!

Bella being turned is often seen as “character development” or a “glow up” & that’s what SMeyer wants it to be. Unfortunately, Meyer does not understand her own characters or character development. Bella did not develop, she totally could have but she did not. She is a 17 year old girl begging to be a vampire because she has zero self esteem. Not a chapter goes by where Bella is not comparing herself to a vampire or feeling completely inadequate with Edward. It’s so, so sad that she doesn’t even want to accept a present from him because she feels “they are already so unbalanced.” Prime example is her folding the photo in half in new moon because it was embarrassing how “godly” Edward was & how she was nothing. The way I see it, vampires symbolize the perfection that teenage girls have an unhealthy obsession with. Western beauty/ flawless celebs/models/ unrealistic beauty standards leading to eating disorders, SH, addiction. They’ll do anything to be that & that’s exactly what Bella does. She DIES for it. Everything that makes her unique does for it. She erases her identity, her quirks, her humanity for a taste of perfection. For a fix for her low self esteem.

Character development for Bella would have been if she rejected Edward when he came back from New Moon or in Eclipse & chose a Jacob that did not assault her or have severe anger issues. The New Moon Jacob is obviously her soulmate & it’s canon that if everyone was human, she would’ve been with him. He understands her & doesn’t try to change her. They have an overall better chemistry.

In her eyes, Edward could do no wrong. Edward stalked her when they barely knew each other & she was not mad at him for doing so, but was EMBARRASSED she said something stupid in her sleep. This reminds me SOOO much of teenage girls being grateful that the “cool, older dude” is talking to them & doesn’t realize that the dude is a predator. I mean.. also Edward is 100+ years older than her & I truly am sick of hearing “well he’s forever 17” ok but he’s still lived 100+ years so YEAH he’s older idgaf. he has a way with words, manipulation, gaslighting. He isolates her & is selfish but also beats himself up about it to her so he feels less guilt. Bella seeing him beat himself up also let’s him off the hook because she then pities him.

Edward left her completely unprotected from vampires after totally uprooting her life & changing its trajectory forever. He introduced her to the world & just took it all back, thinking she could move on from that trauma. They were TRAUMA bonded more than they were in love. “I’m the worlds most dangerous predator, everything about me invites you in” is enough to tell us that a lot of their love is because of that. She is drawn to him because of this. It was magical, it was a rush, like a drug. It’s also easy for her to brush off any of his wrongdoings because of his “dazzling” and “godlike beauty.” That’s why her depression was not like any other breakup. I also think many people forget like.. she would have been DEAD without Jacob & the wolves. Laurent would’ve killed her & if not him, then Victoria.

I do not understand how anyone could dislike the wolves. The Cullens are directly responsible for them changing. They’re literally colonizers lol. I wish Bella would’ve pointed this out and stopped idolizing the Cullens for ONE second. Bella blindly accepts all of them because of their perfection. Character development would have been if she questioned this and empathized with the wolves more and understand WHY Jacob fucking hated them so much. The wolves had every right to call them “bloodsucking leeches” whereas the Cullens do not have the right to call them “dogs, mutts, etc.” The Cullens are not the oppressed here. They are rich, white, immortal & “perfect.” I can totally empathize with them though because none of them chose to be a vampire & are stuck forever but they mope all fuckin day about that fact YET WERE THE CAUSE of the wolves. Selfish if you ask me. There are good traits of the Cullens, I do actually like them but Bella needed to push back more & I would have loved to see her take them off that fucking pedestal. Being TURNED was the only time she did that, because now she was one of them. This isn’t development.

Her being turned is a tragedy, really. She never learns to love herself, she never heals from her trauma & she is absolutely obsessed with vampirism despite knowing the downsides. She never grew. She just got turned. I wish she would’ve rejected it all & realized her love for Edward was incredibly toxic & clouded by him being a predator. Was Edward a horrible person? I don’t think so. I do think he loved her & wanted to protect her from outsider harm and DEATH but that should be the bare minimum of any relationship LOL. Edward always creeped me out like he sees Bella as his little possession, his little doll or something. They have good moments of course.. but so does every toxic relationship.

The Twilight saga are books that could have really taught us a lot & in turn actually taught us what not to do or be. Bella was not a fucking hero for being changed. She did not develop. I’d say maybe she developed a bit having to make her choice between human life and vampirism but in turn, she made the wrong one. She made the weak choice. It was a fucking COP out. Breaking dawn doesn’t fit for a reason, it makes literally makes no sense after New moon and Eclipse. Smeyer was just too lazy to change it and give her characters justice. I feel like this is all pretty obvious while reading it.. but I think a lot of people are “DAZZLED” just like Bella is. But if she chose a healthy Jacob or herself then it wouldn’t be Smeyers perfect little vampire love story.

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