#its the skin of a killer bella

[barbiesonice]

I do love the sparkly jerseys. sue me.

[cryptgrrrl]

[saintlioncourt]

had brunch with my mom and my grandma and apparently my grandma stayed up til 2am last night watching twilight AND new moon

[pnuk-r0ck]

CRYING she really said "I know what you are."

HES ALL LIKE “*heavy breathing* say it 👁️👁️”

[pl3as3hangup]

i need more friends that a) like movies and b) talk during movies bc what's the point of watching a movie with someone if not to commentate on it with them. if i wanted to watch it in silence i wouldn't have invited you over 😐

[cheriecelestial]

Jacob Black's Self Saving System Pt.1

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ crack.swearing.not proofread

synopsis *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Jason, a self-proclaimed no. 1 Stephenie Meyer hater, finds himself unexpectedly transmigrated into the very novel he disdained. Following this ironic twist of fate, he is now tasked with the challenge of creating a better version of the story himself.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Inspired from @duckysprouts ’s series. It’s so good ⁉️‼️. If you haven’t seen it already, PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT. Like finally svsss content that isn’t shizun sphinx cats or binghe skin creature abomination. Art and concept so fresh it made my heart cry with joy and pulled me out of my three-month long writing slump. So, I humbly present this as an offering to our lord and savior, Ducky. Comment, Reblog and Like (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Pt 2

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer was a modern classic in its renaissance era with a large cult that loved to hate it. Set in a place with relentless rain, mist shrouded forest and an ethereal light piercing the gloom — the light being the one of only Edward Cullen. Though the statement is subject to fan bias — he was a man, rather sparkly vampire, who somehow managed to be both irresistible and perpetually constipated. 

Nonetheless, his charms never overshadowed the stellar performance of our female lead, Isabella Marie Swan— better known as Bella — a teenager who gained worldwide fame for having a personality less vibrant than a wet cabbage. Together, they navigated the perilous world of teenage angst, vampire baseball, millenia old racist italian politicians and werewolves with a curious t-shirt allergy, all in an impressively monotone palette.

It was a heartwarming tale that began with awkward stares, cryptic yet nauseatingly clichéd conversations and Bella’s inexplicable attraction to danger, making the romance as thrilling as it was perplexing. Meanwhile, the supporting cast of her high school friends, each with their own irrelevant quirks and subplots, served as convenient plot devices — appearing and disappearing at the whim of the author.

And as if her love life wasn’t tumultuous enough, Bella befriended Jacob Black. A werewolf who, unsurprisingly, hated all things vampire and Edward Cullen in particular. Between Edward’s brooding, Jacob’s abs and Bella’s classic damsel-in-distress antics that made poor Elena Gilbert seem unremarkable by comparison — the story unfolded with the subtlety of a glitter bomb and reached unprecedented heights of melodrama. Something that helped the tale become a global phenomenon, demonstrating that improbable love stories can indeed shine in their own sparkly “skin-of-a-killer” fashion.

“This has to be the worst piece of literature I’ve ever read in my life.” Those were strong words from a man who spent years and at least six hundred dollars collecting softbacks and hardbacks in every special and limited edition the series offered. Jason Black was an anti-fan who lived to scoff at the literary mediocrities of authors who, after taking one look at their drafts, believed they deserved to be released into the world as actual literature. Such people, often inspired by similar works, spawned their own deranged narratives, subsequently contaminating the sanctity of literature. 

In layman’s terms, Jason was a fervent hater of the highest order. He had a long list of things he despised about the series, yet curiously, re-watching the movies and re-reading the books always found its way to the top of his to-do list every other weekend. But do not get him wrong, not once did he say anything in favour of the series. Jason simply considered it one of those brain-rotting pieces that needed to be experienced to truly appreciate the beauty of classics like Emily Brontë and Jane Austen.

_username_1 : Bruh stfu. You’re probably an unemployed loner with nothing better to do in life than to be a keyboard warrior.  

_username_2 : then idk buddy don’t read it ? It’s not that hard. 

Jason huffed at the screen crossily, his fingers dancing over the keyboard unsure of what to type next. With a sigh, he stretched his arms as if preparing for battle. And a battle it was — being an anti-fan required more dedication, practice and patience than being a regular fan. What he didn’t realize was that he had knocked a water bottle off the table onto the frayed cord of his PC.

He couldn't fathom why people defended it as if their lives depended on it. If he ever met Stephenie Meyer, Jason would have a long talk with her about the plot—or rather, the lack thereof. With the number of plot holes in the books, they could qualify as swiss cheese. The inconsistencies were glaring: if sunlight made them sparkle, wouldn't they still sparkle during the day, just less brilliantly ? How did Jasper and Alice not overhear the phone call despite having super-hearing ? Why did Jasper go ballistic over a papercut when he attended a school where students would get paper cuts and scrapes all the time ? Why were vampires and werewolves the only species to exist ? And why was Bella, or more specifically her blood, so exceptional ? Did she perhaps descend from a line of flavourful blood havers or was it due to her mother's partial albinism ?

Was she special because she was the female lead, or was she the female lead because she was special ? There were so many unanswered questions and half-assed excuses for the events in the story that most explanations came from clever fans trying to make sense of things the author clearly put no effort into planning or thinking through. These questions had plagued him since he first read the series, and the lack of satisfying answers only fueled his irritation. So much so that Jason was embarrassed for the author. Regardless, he didn’t like the direction this conversation was going so he did what any intelligent person would do, i.e., spew hate comments and log off. 

edward_my_bbg : Dumbfuck novel, Dumbfuck author 

And as if on cue, a new notification popped up, dragging him back into the fray. It was another comment, this time mocking his apparent obsession with the series he claimed to hate. Jason’s face flushed with irritation as he furiously typed a retort, but before he could hit send, his screen flickered and went black. 

He looked down and realized the water bottle he had knocked over had short-circuited his PC. With a groan, Jason leaned back in his chair, staring at the dark screen. It seemed the universe had decided to give him a break from his self-imposed battle. His hand fumbled in the dark for the plug only to feel water on the surface. The sharp pain and crackle of electricity were the last things he knew before he plunged headfirst into endless darkness.

[Activation Code:「Dumbfuck Author, Dumbfuck Novel」 ]

[System activated] 

[Pairing command successful]

“What system ?” Jason asked out loud into the void even though he knew that it was most likely a figment of his imagination. He hadn’t expected to receive a reply however he did receive one much to his surprise. 

[Welcome to the system. During the opening of the 「you can you up」system currently in its development phase, we wish to provide you with the best experience. It is our sincere hope that during the process, you will achieve what you have stated: to transform a piece of stupid writing in accordance with your wishes into a high-end, expansive, and classic work. We wish you happiness.]

Jason blinked, trying to make sense of the message. He glanced around the dim room, half-expecting to see some kind of holographic interface or futuristic display but there was nothing. Just the voice in his head and the darkness. “What the hell is this ?” he muttered, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.

[You have been selected to participate in the beta phase of the 「you can you up」 system. Your task is to improve the story you despise, turning it into a masterpiece. All resources and guidance will be provided to you. Do you accept this challenge ?]

Jason hesitated, the situation seemed absurd, yet a part of him was intrigued. As he sat in silence, a thought occurred to him—what if he could actually fix all the plot holes that drove him up a wall ? Maybe this was his chance to prove he could do better. But then, the possibility of all of this being real seemed too slim. How did he get here ? What happened to him after the electric shock? Was he dying, or was he already dead ? "And if I don't accept ?" he asked, uncertainty and fear bleeding into his voice despite his attempt at maintaining his composure. The system responded quickly in the same mechanical tone as before.

[Your connection between your former body and soul was severed before the initiation of the program. If you choose not to accept, you will be returned to your previous reality with no changes made. This opportunity is unique and will not be offered again.]

“Severed from my body ? Wait— doesn’t that mean I’ll die if I don’t accept ?” Jason's question hung in the air, met with nothing but silence from the system. The lack of response only confirmed his fear.

The system's silence was deafening, seemingly pressing him to make a decision. Realizing he had little choice, Jason took a deep breath. “Fine, I accept,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. How bad could it possibly be ? 

[Command acknowledged. Initializing story rewrite mode.]

The void around him began to shift and wrap. Till now he felt as though he was floating with no sensation except the system’s sound. His reality dissolved into swirling colours and Jason felt himself being pulled into a vortex. When the chaos settled, he heard a man’s voice call out to him. Unlike the clinical tone of system, this voice felt comforting and personal. He could feel tender warmth run through him however he couldn’t quite figure out what the voice was saying. 

“Son ? Can you hear me ?” 

“Dad ?” Jason murmured involuntarily, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up from a long sleep. The gravel in the voice reminded him of the joys of his childhood when his dad was still — wait a second. Who the hell is that ?

His eyes struggled to focus as his eyelids fluttered a few times. Eventually, he was able to make out his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the ceiling. Unlike the damp ceiling of his old apartment with its peeling plaster and harsh lighting, this one had old glow-in-the-dark moon and star stickers. It wasn’t familiar, but it seemed oddly comforting, like he had known it all his life. He slowly turned his head and saw a middle-aged man sitting on a wheelchair beside him with concern clouding his face. The man's russet complexion was lined with wrinkles yet his hair was long and lustrous.

“Where am I ?” 

“You’re at home. You’ve been asleep for so long, it’s alright if you’re confused. Take your time son.” The man he called ‘dad’ answered sincerely.

Jason’s mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. The familiarity of the room and the comforting presence of the man didn’t align with the reality he remembered. In that moment, everything came back to him—his death, the void, the system, everything. Jason went into what could only be described as psychological shock. His brain went on autopilot.

The man reached out to grab Jason’s hand, but Jason flinched and pulled away. Slivers of hurt flashed in the old man’s eyes as he slowly withdrew his hand. Jason hadn’t meant to react so harshly, but the information dump combined with the influx of sensory input, he was simply too overwhelmed to cope.

“I-I think i need some space. Do you mind ?” Jason spoke each word carefully, then added, “...dad,” feeling strangely guilty for hurting his feelings. The old man nodded slowly and wheeled himself out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Jason jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. "Who the FUCK is this?"

Staring back at him was a boy, fifteen or sixteen, with the same russet skin as the old man and glossy black hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. Recognizing the features, Jason knew this could only be one person.

 [System activation successful ! Binding your role as : Jacob Black]

[System : Booting Up]

Jason, now Jacob Black, stared at his reflection in disbelief. The reality of his situation hit him like a shit ton of bricks. He brought his fist to his mouth and sobbed into it, and here he thought college was devastating. “But I’m Team Edward,” he choked out between sobs. “That’s so fucked up.”

[Thank you for initiating the execution of the system. You are not bound with the account ‘Jacob Black’. All resources and guidance will be provided to you in due time. Initial B points : 100]

Jason—Jacob—felt a rush of confusion and frustration. “Now what the hell are B points ?!” he yelled, his voice reverberating off the walls of the unfamiliar room. The loudness of his own voice startled him, making him realize just how different everything felt in this new body.

[As the plot progresses, a number of opportunities to gain more points will be available. Please make sure your B points are not lower than 0. Otherwise, the system will automatically impose penalties.]

He stumbled back from the mirror, running a hand through his hair, which was definitely longer and thicker than he remembered. He could feel the strength in his limbs, the vitality of youth coursing through him. Yet, despite the physical vigor, his mind was in turmoil. He had transmigrated into the very novel he hated; the universe always seemed to have a field day when it came to ruining his life. Jacob looked around the room that was littered with the relics of a life he had to now live — a cozy bed with rumpled sheets, a desk cluttered with schoolbooks and posters of motorcycles, bands and scenic landscapes on the walls.

“Um, so is Bella here ?” Jacob asked, scarfing down the bacon his dad made for him. Despite stressing over the role he was supposed to play in the story, he quickly adapted to his new life. He had a family, a house to live in, no worries about finding employment, no bills or taxes, a social life—or at least he assumed he had one—and, most importantly, no backaches. In hindsight, this might not be all that bad.

“Oh, you remember that ? Charlie said she’s arriving in a couple of days,” his dad, Billy, replied. Jacob felt a strange mix of anticipation and relief. Unlike most unfortunate transmigratees, he had no death flags to worry about, so he could sit back and watch Bella and Edward fall in love without “Jacob” interrupting them. Maybe he could even make things easier for Bella by acting like the perfect wingman. Who cared about making a better story anyway ? And once he had seen his OTP together, he could take his ticket out of town after the wedding and never return so that he could avoid the whole Renesmee business because some fates are worse than death.

[WARNING: Your plan is extremely dangerous and constitutes a violation. Please do not attempt it, or the system will impose strict penalties.]

Jacob choked on his water as the sudden warning window popped up in front of him. For a moment, he was so immersed in the domestic comfort of his new life that he almost forgot about the cursed system. His father looked at him with concern.

“Water went down the wrong pipe, that’s all. Nothing to worry about,” Jacob said awkwardly, trying to reassure his father. So you can read minds now ? He internally taunted the system.

[It is a feature designed to ensure maximum support for the user.]

“That’s bullshit. Also, what do you mean by violation ?” Jacob asked. Does this system really have no respect for privacy ? If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was some kind of Zuckerberg’s meta gimmick.

[You are currently at the beginning stage. OOC function freeze is activated. You must complete the beginning stage before any functions can be unlocked. If you perform any actions against the original ‘Jacob Black’ role before the functions are unfrozen, a certain number of B points will be deducted.]

Given his extensive time spent on the internet, Jacob was well aware of what OOC meant, and he knew it wasn’t a good sign. OOC stood for Out Of Character, referring to actions taken by a role that deviated from how the character was originally written.

“FUCK OFF. I’m an adult. I already finished my degree and Bella is like, a baby. And you can forget the whole Renesmee shit too. Bella belongs with Edward and and I have no intention of pursuing either her or her future daughter. So back off, you creep of a system.”

[WARNING: The system is issuing another alert. If your B points fall below 0, you will incur a penalty, which involves being automatically transported back to your original world.]

“You know, threatening me with death is really getting old,” Jacob stared at the warning message with his anger mounting. It felt like the system was encroaching on every aspect of his new life, imposing rules and restrictions without offering any clarity or real support.

He took a deep breath, trying to push past his irritation. There was no point in arguing with an automated system, especially one that clearly had its own agenda. Jacob decided to focus on what he could control. He needed to immerse himself in his role as Jacob Black and complete the introductory stage without attracting undue attention. The system’s warnings might be annoying, but he couldn’t let them derail his efforts to adapt to his new life.

As he finished his breakfast, Jacob glanced around the house. It was warm and welcoming, albeit a little messy, which was understandable. He and his dad were the only ones living there and according to his dad, he had been inexplicably unconscious for almost a week. Keeping the house tidy wasn't exactly a priority for a man worried sick about his son.

“Thanks for breakfast… Dad,” Jacob said, still not used to the idea of having a father again. There was the whole issue of stealing the real “Jacob” ’s life, dealing with imposter syndrome, and the guilt of replacing the memory of his own father by calling this old man his dad. But that was an existential crisis he chose not to mull over at the moment, especially on the precipice of the story's start. Call him selfish, but he preferred to focus on his blessings.

“I’ll go take a walk. I’ve been asleep for a while, so I need to… uh, stretch my legs,” Jacob said awkwardly, hoping Billy wouldn’t notice anything strange about his behavior.

“Sure thing, son. Also grab some red meat from the store for dinner. A growing kid like you needs that protein. And buy yourself something nice with the leftover money,” Billy replied, taking out his wallet and handing him some cash.

Jacob stared at the man in awe. As a kid who had bounced around the foster system after his dad died, he was used to being scorned and neglected. This might be part of the reason why he had become a social recluse, spending his time bashing bad literature and authors online. To him, Billy Black was the closest thing he had ever seen to an angel.

Jacob took the money, still feeling a bit dazed. “Thanks, Dad,” he managed to say, pocketing the cash. The air filling his lungs was much fresher than the pollution-riddled air of the city he used to live in. Nature seemed a lot nicer than he remembered. So, here's a lesson for the kids—don’t wait until you die and get transmigrated into a novel you hate to understand the importance of getting outside and appreciating nature. In short, go touch some fucking grass before it’s too late.

Almost as if by instinct he found himself at La Push beach. He wandered through the familiar yet new surroundings, trying to piece together his plan. If he was going to be stuck in this world, he might as well make the best of it. He thought about the story and mentally reviewed his plan. He would stay under the radar, be friendly but unobtrusive and focus on blending in with the locals. If he played his cards right, he might just manage to navigate this strange new life without getting points deducted by the system’s restrictions.

After strolling along the shore for a while, Jacob found a rock to sit on and watch the ocean. It was a stark contrast to the urban jungle he was accustomed to, this place was serene and almost idyllic.

“Ayo, is that Jacob ? Hey, Jake !” he heard someone call out. A moment later, a boy close to his age ran up to him, followed by one more. “Um, hey guys. How’s it... going ?” Socializing wasn’t one of Jacob’s strong suits; in fact, it was the exact opposite of the skill he had meticulously avoided developing over the years.

“Man, the whole crew was freaking out about you. You were out cold for a week and for no reason !” One thing Jacob appreciated about the system was the introduction tags above each character’s head. The boy speaking was named Quil, his cousin from the Quileute tribe. He knew these interactions were unavoidable, given their significance to his new role in the plot.

“Well, I got better ?” Jacob attempted a witty quip but cringed at how poorly it landed. To his surprise, the two boys just laughed. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Stop by Sam’s sometime; he’s been asking about you,” Embry said, giving Jacob a friendly slap on the shoulder.

“Wait Sam ? Right of course. Duh. Sam’s place. Got it.” Jacob replied, blinking in confusion for a moment. Sam Uley was the Alpha—or at least the to-be Alpha—of the pack Jacob was supposed to join during New Moon.

[Mild OOC warning]

“Ay man, you feeling okay ?” Embry asked again, noticing Jacob’s hesitation. Jacob froze, Embry Call was the real Jacob’s best friend and if he figured out that Jason wasn’t really Jacob, it would spell massive trouble for him.

Jacob forced a smile. “Uh, yeah. I just—” He quickly tried to think of something. What would Jacob Black say in this situation ? What does he do to feel better ? He racked his brain for answers, knowing he needed to play the part convincingly, at least till he found a way to unfreeze the OOC function.

Go bother Bella ? a small voice suggested. Bella’s not here yet dumbass, another voice countered sharply. After years of social isolation, Jason’s inner dialogue had evolved to the point where he could have entire discussions with himself. No, he wasn’t schizophrenic.

“—I was just going to grab some red meat to chow on and uh y’know, work on my bike,” he finished, hoping his voice didn’t betray his nerves.

Embry and Quil exchanged a knowing look, which made Jacob's anxiety spike only to burst into laughter. “Classic Jake. At this rate, you might end up marrying your bike,” Quil teased and Jacob laughed along, though he desperately wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.

“Just take it easy, yeah ? We don’t want you passing out on us again. By the way, there's a sale at the store on the other side of town,” Embry squeezed Jacob’s shoulder reassuringly again. The familiarity they seemed to share with him was comforting, even if he felt like an imposter. He knew he had to get up to speed quickly if he wanted to maintain this facade. They soon parted ways and Jacob headed towards the store.

The store lady was overly enthusiastic upon seeing Jacob. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his face or the fact that he was a regular. As Jason, he had always been below average in looks and physique. Whereas, by the virtue of being the second male lead of a popular teenage romance novel, Jacob Black was undeniably attractive. With his deep-set dark eyes, prominent cheekbones, and beautiful long hair, he looked like someone Jason would have envied. Maybe he could try his hand at modeling once the story ended, because there was no way he was putting himself through college again.

And as unpredictable as the weather of Forks was, it began to rain. Normally, Jason would wait it out and then go but now that he as in Jacob’s body, he thought to test his body’s limits. Like c’mon a little drizzle isn’t going to hurt a big strong werewolf alpha-to-be. He stepped out into the rain, feeling the cool droplets on his skin. It was refreshing, almost invigorating. Jacob’s body seemed to handle the cold and wet far better than Jason’s ever did. As he made his way back the store, he noticed people giving him friendly nods and waves. It felt strange to be acknowledged so warmly, a stark contrast to the anonymity he was used to.

At the red light he stopped, waiting for it to turn green. Sure, there were no cars around and he could have just walked, but road rules were no joke. He liked this life too much to risk having it taken away by truck-kun. “Hey system, is double isekai a thing?” he asked. The system didn’t reply, so that was probably a no.

Jacob glanced to his side and saw a person standing under a large black umbrella. A strong sweet scent pricked his nose. How strong does this guy’s cologne have to be to reach me even with the rain ? There was a name tag hovering above the person’s head, but it was obscured by the umbrella, as was his face. One thing he had learned was that only people relevant to the story had name tags over their heads, which meant this person was a character in the story. He looked down at the stranger’s hand—it looked like porcelain.

Jacob felt a sense of foreboding, creeping up his veins. His instincts were on high alert, telling him that this stranger was no ordinary person. The rain began to pour harder, each drop bouncing off the asphalt with increasing intensity.

The person probably noticed Jacob staring and as he did, the umbrella tilted slightly, revealing a glimpse of a pale, almost ethereal face with piercing golden eyes. The moment their gazes met, Jacob was momentarily blinded by a brilliant golden aura radiating from the name tag above the person’s head.

[Edward Cullen]

Jacob’s heart skipped a beat. Of course, it had to be Edward. What were the odds of encountering your favorite character on the very first day of your new life ? He felt his knees weaken. Despite the dim lighting and gloomy setting, Edward was undeniably striking. The rain seemed to fall more slowly around him, as if even the weather was reluctant to mar his flawlessness . His tousled bronze hair framed his face perfectly and Jacob felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and touch it. Despite all his criticisms of the novel, Edward had always held a special place in his heart for reasons Jacob couldn’t quite explain.

Damn, this mf looks anemic as hell. Maybe I should feed him. It was a half-serious thought, borne from both concern and his internal struggle to reconcile his feelings towards the character with the reality of his situation.

[OOC WARNING! OOC WARNING!]

[Edward Cullen is your enemy.]

“Fuck off, he’s my babygirl,”Jacob shot a mental retort at the system in exasperation and a streak of protectiveness. The system’s declaration that Edward was an enemy wasn’t misplaced given Jacob’s role in the novel but that didn’t mean it wasn’t at odds with his feelings.

Edward had always been his favorite character, a source of fascination and admiration. This was supposed to be his chance to explore and perhaps even improve upon the narrative, not to be embroiled in conflict with a character he held dear.

Jacob didn't even notice when the light turned green and Edward started walking away, his steps soundless on the wet pavement. Acting on impulse or perhaps some hidden desire, Jacob found himself walking towards Edward and grabbing his elbow, accidentally knocking his umbrella aside. Edward stopped and turned to him as the rain continued to soak them both. His gaze was like a sharp, unyielding beam of light, cutting through the rain. His eyes, an unusual shade of golden amber, held a depth that seemed to pierce directly into Jacob's soul, scrutinizing every hidden corner of his being.

[OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC!]

[EDWARD CULLEN IS YOUR ENEMY]

I’m so stupid — I forgot completely. Jacob and Edward haven’t met yet. Maybe… maybe I can salvage this ? Be a dick and still be nice ? He definitely didn’t want to end up on Edward’s bad side, nor did he want to break the system’s rules. Annoying as it was, the system was what kept him alive. Though he’d never say it out loud, he was terrified at the thought of dying, again. The system’s constant reminders of their supposed enmity were starting to grate on him, but he couldn’t afford to make more mistakes. What was a man to do when every choice seemed fraught with peril ?

Ack — he’s staring. Can he hear my thoughts ? I hope not. He and Bella meet soon, if I remember correctly so— Jacob’s anxiety skyrocketed under the weight of that gaze. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat drumming in his ears. A tight knot of dread twisted in his stomach and whether it was the rain or not, he could feel cold sweat forming on his palms. He needed to say something—anything—that wouldn’t completely derail the plot but also wouldn’t make Edward hate him from the start, even if it was inevitable.

“Oh uh — my bad, dude. I just thought you looked kinda sick so I thought — I mean,” Jacob scrambled for an explanation, forcing a nonchalant tone as he released Edward’s elbow. He felt like a small animal trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car, desperately searching for a way to escape unscathed.

“—Uh, here.” He shoved the raw steak he had just bought into Edward’s arms. The system fell silent for a moment, as stunned by his actions as Jacob was. The sound of the rain was almost deafening as awkward silence stretched between them. Edward looked down at the raw steak in his hands, confusion and surprise painting his features.

Without waiting for a reply, Jacob quickly turned on his heel and hurried away, his footsteps splashing through the rain-soaked pavement. “Later ! Get that iron up and be the lady killer you were born to be !” he called over his shoulder. After walking a few metres, he paused briefly and added,“ And seriously lay off the sauvage man !”

As he put more distance between them, Jacob’s thoughts began to spiral. What had he just done ? Did Edward think he was completely nuts ? Or worse, could Edward have read his thoughts and seen through his facade ? Jacob shuddered at the possibility.

[Why did you do that ?]

“I don’t know okay !? I thought it’d help with looking y’know less dead when he meets Bella.” He shrugged. Explaining himself to the system felt pointless considering it was neither his parent nor his babysitter. The system remained silent, as if considering his response, Jacob rolled his eyes.

[OOC ! -20 B points ↓ ↓ ↓]

“Oh come on !”

“Still staring at that bag of steak, Ed ?” The pixie-haired woman leaned over her brother’s shoulder, teasing him.

“Go away, Alice,” Edward muttered, his gaze still locked on the steak as if it held some profound answers of the universe. His fingers occasionally running over the plastic, making the blood inside to squelch against the surface.

“Seriously what’s up with you ?” Alice frowned, dropping the banter. Ever since Edward had returned, he’d been fixated on this bag of steak that suspiciously smelled like wet dog. What was even more peculiar was the fact that she hadn’t had any visions of this event. Normally, Alice caught glimpses of all the interesting things happening with her family throughout the day but she had no clue how Edward had ended up with that steak. And from the look on his face, Edward didn’t look like he was divulging anything either.

“Nothing just… trying to figure someone out.” Edward sighed. Alice was his favorite family member, and he seldom told her off but this was something he couldn’t even make sense of himself. If he told Alice, she’d likely blow the whole thing out of proportion. But despite everything, one question kept lingering in his mind.

Who was that man ?

A.n - should I make this into a series ? If yes please lemme know if you want to be added to the taglist.

[tac-the-unseen]

What the Lost boys think about vampire related media

Fluff, x reader but just barely

•While making conversation with your four Vampire lovers you were suddenly plagued with a question.

“How do you guys feel about vampire related media?”

-That question was an immediate head turner. The cave goes dead quite before Dwayne speaks up, “Well…vampires are in hiding so…”

-This sparks a conversation about how media representation of vampires may not be accurate, but that's a good thing. “If a book or movie comes out and it is shockingly accurate to what being a vampire is really like, the creator isn't going to last long.” David explained

-That's because there's a set of rules vampires have to follow and one of those rules is to never publicly reveal your double life identity

-”If something like that comes out, that means a vampire has broken that rule OR somebody knows vampires very closely and is creating media they know shouldn't exist.”

-Turns out if a vampire breaks that rule it's basically open season to kill and destroy their creations.

•You turn the conversation and begin to ask how they, specifically, feel about certain vampire representation

•Bram Stoker's Dracula

-Dwayne is the first to buy in his opinion.

-Dwayne feels that while it is a cult classic and well written, The characters are exceedingly dumb.

-”Johnathan spends a ridiculous amount of time talking about other characters ‘Breasts’ and trying to figure out why his host climbs walls ‘like a lizard's.”

-David is the next one to speak up

-David thinks it's not really worth the read

-”Unless you're trying to brag to people there's no point in reading it.”

-”Also why was Mina talking to that old sailor so much?”

-Paul laughs as he remembers “how fucking crazy he wrote Dracula to be”

-”I'm pretty sure the real Dracula thinks it's a heinous crime against him”

-Paul hasn't read it but have heard enough about it to know even the more obscure references

-Marko comments on the graceful writing style and the beautiful descriptions

-”I've only read it because Dwayne thought I would like it"

-Marko also loves how oblivious Jonathan and most of the other characters are

-All of them think the movie adaptation is hilarious and love the shitty special effects

•Interview with a vampire

-Paul chimes in immediately

-”God it's so homo erotic it hurts…in a good way.”

-Paul thinks its a nice horror novel mixed with a weird cozy atmosphere

-Dwayne thinks it's another well written classic and He actually begins to rave about all the themes involved within Anne Rice’s work

-”It's a beautiful Gothic thriller with a deep, sadly comedic energy.”

-He even offers to read it too you sometime

-Marko chimes in quickly about “Claudia’s rebellious behavior and persona”

-”imagine watching your family choose somebody else over you. It's so deeply upsetting but to an understandable level.”

-”I would have hated to turn so young. I look like a teenager and other people can respect that to a certain point. But being five years old with the mind of an adult, No one would respect you.”

-Marko relates to Claudia on an internal level and loves unraveling her character. When you ask why he quickly responds "Some people call me a cherub... You think I enjoy that?"

-David says he doesn't have much to say other than it was a decent read (That's his version of a compliments)

•Twilight

-All of them agree that it's laughably horrendous

-Almost immediately at the same time they say “This is the skin of a killer Bella”

-This leads to banshee like laughter

David speaks up immediately

-”Why do you humans want us to sparkle so bad?”

-”I personally hate the idea of being a walking disco ball, but to each their own.”

-Marko chimes in quickly

-”Would you like it if we sparkled?” He asked while leans on you affectionately

-Marko thinks the only reason to read it is to have a nice laugh

-”Why did Edward have such a violent reaction of Bella standing by a fan? That makes no sense…like I have mates and I enjoy the smell of you guys but…I'm not nearly clawing off my face at your smell”

-”Yeah yeah, I get he's trying not to overreact but running out of class to get away is crazy.”

-Paul even adds that even thought it's very dumb even he can appreciate the message it's trying to said.

-”something something, coming over adversary, something something, love wins, something something..”

-”Also that Jacob imprinting on Bella's infant daughter is super fucking creepy.”

-when you asked Dwayne about his feels he scoffed and said It's insulting at best and borderline sexual harassment at worst.

-He refused to go into depth

•You thank them for humoring you and they tell you that it's no problem

-David kisses the side of your head in an uncharacteristically soft way “We don't ever mind answering your vampire related question.” He tells you

-Marko turns to you “But seriously do you want us to sparkle?”

-”I think I have some roll on body glitter somewhere..” Paul says while getting up to look for it

Thanks for reading <3

[midnightmoonytales]

𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕜𝕖 | ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕊𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/n: Pls bc writing for the Slytherin gang has itched a piece of my brain I didn't even know needed to be scratched. I'm addicted to it - headcanon and drabbles and all. (also omg another post - who am I)

No mentions of Gender :) Unedited

Summary: It's a hot day on Saturday in April; nowhere you go can you run from the heat. The only solution is a fun day at the lake with your friends.

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Almost everybody was inside today, minus a few stragglers who decided to either practice Quidditch or hang out by the lake. The heat made everything sticky, hot, and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, those who even resided inside were at the mercy of the April heat.

"It's bloody hot; why did we choose to come out here instead of the comfort of our freezing common room?" Pansy asked, fanning herself off with the Christmas fan her mother gifted her. The shade of the large willow tree provides you small bits of comfort from the blaring April sun.

Mattheo and Theodore could be found near the edge of the lake, rough-housing with each other, sweat glistening off their skin. A few feet to the right, Draco skips rocks across the lake in hopes of getting the Kraken to respond. Blaise was resting higher up in between the branches of the tree, enjoying a book he stole from the common room before you lot left. Taking your eyes off the boys and to a distraught Pansy.

"Would you rather be stuck elbow-to-elbow with some sleazy first-years?" You grumbled, grimacing at the thought of being stuck with a bunch of sweaty children in a compacted room. "Didn't think so!" You barked, the distraught look on Pansy's face as she imagined herself stuck in a horrid situation such as that, filling you with joy.

"Oi, Ferrett boy!" Mattheo shouted, taking everyone's attention away from what they were doin'. "Kraken ain't gonna waste its precious time skippin' some rocks." As if the Kraken heard him, a tentacle shot out of the water, catching a rock that Draco tossed, only to fling it straight at Mattheo's head, hitting him square smack in the middle of the forehead.

There was a moment of silence before everyone, except Mattheo, busted out laughing. Mattheo was leaning over, grabbing his forehead, which only made everyone else laugh harder. "That's what you get, you damn git; leave the boy alone," You hollered, holding your stomach as you leaned onto Pansy laughing.

"Why you!" Mattheo growled, running fast towards you, the look of a killer present on his face. (this is a skin of a killer Bella) A mediocre scream left your mouth as you bolted up, rushing away from Mattheo. You'd be damned if he caught you - Unfortunately for you, he did.

"Let me down, you oaf," You yelled, hitting his back as he rushed towards the lake. You had no intention of getting wet today. You were met with a rush of cold water, a yelp admitting from your lips as your body hit the water. Unluckily for Mattheo, you latched onto him, bringing him into the chilling water with you. "If I'm going down, you're going down with me," you said, tackling him as he trashed out of the water.

Maybe you all would have to come to the Lake more often.

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@ghostofscarley @devilishwitchfantasies

[wintfleur]

ᥫ᭡ EEPY ETHANS B-DAY! — Stella Hughes AU!

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!

°. — summary ( ITS ETHANS BIRTHDAYYYYYY 😽 )

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🎵 22 (Taylor’s version) - Taylor swift

stellahughes; happy birthday to my fav brother 🫶🏻 from almost killing me with a snowmobile, almost drowning me in the lake, to being by my side whenever I make a irresponsible decision, thank you eepy ethan for everything ily 🩷

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📍edwards.73 stells ur the sweetest sis ever love you 🩷

stellahughes pls stop before I sob 💔

edwards.73 STELLAAAA 😭

edwards.73 wait a minute…

edwards.73 I don’t know if I should feel offended or not from the caption 🤨

stellahughes shhh close your eyes and just enjoy the moment

jackhughes HES NOT EVEN YOUR REAL BROTHER ???

carmenbarlowe I think I still have water in my ears from that night

markestapa awee little eepy ethan is a big boy now 🫶🏻

edwards.73 only stells can call me that 😐

_quinnhughes each day i become more worried for you when your in the presence of Edwards

edwards.73 I’m offended, I’m a great influence.

lhughes_06 ethan has never done one thing wrong in his life.

stellahughes he’s almost killed me… MULTIPLE TIMES ‼️

lhughes_06 get better ig

rutgermcgroarty 69 ??? More like 73 😍

edwards.73 you want me so bad bro 🥰

stellahughes babe what🧍🏻‍♀️

ahndaesee his smile, oh my heart ❤️

stellahughes that’s the skin of a killer bella ✨

pshoon2002 he’s the worlds most dangerous predator ✨

ahndaesee LEAVE ME ALONE YOU TWILIGHT FREAKS

_alexturcotte are we just gonna ignore the part where you almost died from a snowmobile and almost drowned?

stellahughes yes 🩷

_alexturcotte okay.

edwards.73 added to their close friends !

[caption1: came over too early and ruined the bday cake surprise (she does the same thing every year)] [caption2: she made me a cake, who would have thought @/stellahughes 🥹]

markestapa replied to your story ‘someone give this man an Oscar with how surprised he acted’

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[screamfome]

"This is the skin of a killer bella" and ite just david from the lost boys who instead of shining bright like a diamond, turns into his vampiric form or at least we get a glimpse of it.

[moorishflower]

Really looking forward to your next work!

I'm gonna be really honest with you: I haven't written anything. Not since I finished Tower and Rose. I haven't felt the desire! It worried me at first. It was a huge source of anxiety, even while I was writing. What if I lose it again? What if it never comes back?

There's a lot going on in Sandman-land right now. Understandably. I don't have much interest in getting deeply into it. Every literature student understands that you can't fully separate art from artist, but equally you can't disregard the quality of a piece, or the good it can accomplish, just because it was created by an asshole. Just ask Caravaggio.

This is the skin of a killer, Bella.

There are other things, too. I'm spending more time with friends in meatspace. I've gotten a bunch of tattoos. I'm looking at buying a house. I'm reading a lot about environmental disasters. A lot going on. I don't know if writing will come back to me. I hope it does; I'd rather it didn't take 8 more years to show its face again. But also, it's a hobby! I keep telling myself that. I don't owe it to anyone. I like to share it, the same way I would like to share a cookie I baked. Eventually, the cookie is gone, and I might bake more.

We'll just have to see!

[pursued-by-the-squid]

a chapter two days in a row WE’RE BEING FED SO WELL

we interacted with hyunju for like 30 seconds and i’m ready to ditch the boys and elope with herrrrrr

inho you evil little ratman i thought we were all about equality!!! choice!!! opportunity!!! it’s so fun to see him abandon his philosophy in 5 seconds flat when he sees his crush kiss someone else (🤝)

i have to be honest i was not expecting the 457 reveal and it just reinforces that inho is a little liar and is willing to change the rules to get back at gihun + prove he’s in control

I’M SO MAD AT THE CONSENT FORM THING HGRJSHSJ !!! i mean inho has done some awful things but this???? i need to see him lose.

picking gihun’s voice out of a crowd of 450 people we’re currently witnessing unprecedented levels of simping back with more at 7 as the situation progresses

✋ gihun let us speak ‼️ i promise manhandling and shouting at us will not change the situation we are in

the juxtaposition between reader and jungbae got me a lil bit like jungbae knows gihun but he doesn’t know him while reader knows gihun but doesn’t really know him (let’s all pretend this makes as much sense written down as it does in my head 😌)

that bit about “he’ll do anything he can to keep you safe. you just hope that fate agrees with him.” fate sitting in his fancy leather chair sipping whiskey and giggling to himself while people are massacred on a tv screen in front of him LMAO

need to reiterate i HATE inho for the consent form thing mf i will find u faster than junho did in season 1

on the one hand inho saving reader by not having them shot for moving during RLGL (i’m assuming this is what he meant?) is him breaking the rules again but i can’t help thinking it’s almost like reader isn’t even a real player to him because they didn’t go through the same process to get there as everyone else + didn’t sign the form so the rules don’t apply to them?? and therefore him “saving” them is just keeping it fair (as in reader shouldn’t be killed for violating the rules bc they didn’t agree to them??) idk just a little thought i had but literally who knows what goes on inside that man’s head

he’s so jealouuuuussssss he wants to be gihun so bad and he hates him and what he represents at the same time i’m eating it up. ‘oh this man has a living (ex-)wife and a child and he had a mother who took care of him and now he has the person i like and he doesn’t appreciate any of it the way i would? if i were in his shoes i could do his life so much better than he did it. 🚨that’s why he deserves to suffer🚨’

gihun and inho are so alike why are they both watching reader sleep (they should just get over their differences and team up it’s embarrassing at this point)

inho before he realised he was definitely freaky like that:

need reader to meet frontman and for him to be like ‘this is the skin (mask) of a killer bella’

ITS GONNA HIT SO HARD WHEN WE FIND OUT WHO PLAYER 001 ACTUALLY IS GANSBDJABAJSB I’M BUZZING THINKING ABOUT IT

THANK YOU THANK TOU THANK YOU FOR ACTUALLY SACRIFICING SLEEP TO WRITE THIS FOR US I HOPE U KNOW HOW TALENTED YOU ARE !!!!!😩💖🩷💞🎀💥💖💕💖

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OURBONESMCCOY MY BELOVED YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD EVERY TIME

⬆️ this is literally you, me, and a.a passing around our thoughts about in-ho/reader/gi-hun & i love it

anywhomst, your messages are always a delight and so exciting to read thru bc you always pick up on the little details i throw in!! possibly my FAVORITE part of this chapter was exploring in-ho's choices. like, he literally haunts the narrative. even when he's not around, he's there watching or his actions have shaped what's currently going on, and i just 😫 i LOVE exploring that!!

and what makes that even more fun is the fact that he doesn't even realize he's got a crush. he may know that you are a weakness for him, but he's determined to put up emotional distance between you and claim that this is all professional interest & a way of self-protection even tho seeing you kiss gi-hun made him SO CRAZY JEALOUS 📢📢📢 he's an idiot, your honor, and i adore him

also yeah, he made some uh questionable choices here (the consent form was fucking dirty and i acknowledge that, but it was a fun little twist right??). ALSO YEAH YOUR MEME 🤣🤣🤣 I'M FUCKING DYING DUDE, THAT'S EXACTLY IT. WHAT DO U MEAN YOU'RE WILLING TO SHOOT SOMEONE POINT BLANK IN THE HEAD BUT WATCHING A YOUNG COLLEGE STUDENT UNDRESS IN THEIR ROOM IS WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE (he still has his morals okay)

btw i loveeeeeeeeeeee your thoughts on how he's excusing all this, i honestly hadn't even thought of it that way!! but i like that take on his justification, it's so very yummy 🦗🦗 i was thinking he's gotten to the point where he's so sick of gi-hun & so desperate for control now that his affections for you have unmoored him, that he's like "no fuck this guy i'm breaking my own rules bc who's gonna stop me, at least i can finally end this once and for all"

OH ALSO ALSO YOUR LITTLE BIT ABOUT READER AND JUNG-BAE, RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHYEAHYEAH THAT'S SO EXACTLY IT, YOU EXPLAIN IT SO SUCCINCTLY !!!!!! READER KNOWS THE MAN GI-HUN HAS BECOME TO THE POINT OF ALMOST INSTANT UNDERSTANDING AND RECOGNITION, BUT HAS NO IDEA THE SWEETPEA HE USED TO BE. WHILE JUNG-BAE KNOWS THE GOOFY GAMBLER OF SSANMUN-DONG AND HAS NO CLUE WHAT IT IS THAT GI-HUN HAS BECOME 😭😭😭😭😭 AGONY (also being able to recognize his voice in a crowd, tell me ur obsessed without telling me)

aahhhhhhh bestie thank you so much for the lovely message, it always brightens my day and i love getting to essentially talk shop about my thoughts and scream along with you !!!! ❣️💌❣️

[0averysillygoose0]

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

Prologue is posted and in my master list♡

Summary:

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

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

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

A family who's wearing her patience thin.

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

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Chapter one Family feud

Forks was a rainy footnote of a town where the perpetually swollen gray clouds outnumbered the residents. 

It was dotted with rickety, water stained houses, not yet old enough to be considered historical but not new enough to be considered modern and the sidewalks had a permanent shine to them despite being cracked and worn from the many paths taken. 

The smell of the sea, heavy with salt, hung in the air. It mingled with drifts of damp foliage and soil from the forest. Green lay everywhere, in the moss laiden trunks, the canopy of leaves and the fern littered ground. 

Angelica Cullen was growing tired of the long and winding roads that snaked around the trees. The pavement was always slick, reflecting passing headlights in the persistent puddles. She knew where each curve led, how much a section of the highway veered off to the side and how many scratches there were in the solid yellow line that separated the two lanes.

She was sitting slouched over in the passenger seat of a silver Volvo, her arms crossed over her chest. A blush pink backpack lay by her water stained uggs, with several papers on the brink of spilling out. Angelica couldn’t have been bothered to shut the bag. 

Her biology homework was undoubtedly ruined, the ink already bleeding through the paper. She mourned the delicate little doodles of flowers that had been smudged away more than the lost 20 minutes it had taken her to complete the worksheet. Another assignment marked late. In the rearview mirror, the large wooden slats and warm glowing windows that made up their latest home were beginning to grow blurrier. She watched as small droplets raced themselves down the pane of glass, their trickles eventually colliding into each other. The constant downpour left everything cold in its wake. The warm lights of homes were dulled through the blur of unrelenting droplets. In the back seat of every car sat a spare jacket, with mittens and hats joining the fray when the rain turned to harsh winter snow. 

The people of Forks had a habit of complaining unrelentingly about the weather, despite it being a defining feature of the place. The teenagers (especially the girls), mourned the missed opportunities of dawning proper spring and summer attire and the unkindness of the icy beaches that lay just outside of the town. The adults lamented about the expenses of heating and water damage. They shared their idyllic speculations of moving away in small coffee shops, although they never carried through with the idea.

Silence hung heavy in the stale air of the car, made muggy by the dampness outside. Angelica let out a heavy sigh. Her eyes darted over to the glove box that housed the collection of CDs.

“I’m not listening to Taylor Swift.” Came the quick and sulky reply.

Angelica couldn’t help but roll her eyes. 

“ABBA then.” She tried, offering her attempt at an olive branch.

“I don’t want to listen to any meaningless pop songs, I don’t care who wrote them.” 

Her lips pursed irritably. She had a stomach ache, one of her own making, but a stomach ache nonetheless. Her eyes hung heavily, but sleep evaded her.

I want a nap. 

It was one of her step mother’s many attempts to make the pair of them get along better. Somehow she thought being confined to Edward’s car on the drive to and from school would force Angelica to enjoy her brother’s company. If anything it was sending her firmly away. Truthfully, Angelica wondered why Esme had thought it was even necessary. She didn’t hate Edward, and she had no problem being around him for the most part. It was only when he opened his mouth and his typical dreary and pessimistic attitude slipped out of it that she grew irritable. 

“ I’m Edward, I’m quirky. I have to pretend to hate nice things because I hate myself.”  Angelica twittered in a high pitched voice.  She turned to glare at the boy. “That’s you, that’s what you sound like.”

Her brother glowered, his heavy brows sliding down his face. The frown seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face. Angelica couldn’t remember the last time his lips had parted into that crooked grin of his, or he’d so much as scoffed at a joke.

Had she been driving her own car she’d be able to play all the music she wanted. Unfortunately, she still had several months to go until she’d be awarded that privilege once more. Only after she gathered around a cake no one could eat, littered with unlit candles, would she be able to use her beloved license. 

“I don’t know why you’re allowed to have a license in the first place.” Edward muttered. “You’re a shitty driver.” Angelica scoffed. “Three weeks ago  you hit a bunny.” She pointed out in an accusatory tone. 

“It was my attempt at going to a drive through.” He said dryly. 

Angelica turned to face the window again. “That’s not funny.”

“You’re too sensitive.” “No, I mean it's an objectively poorly construed and constructed joke.” She muttered, before she focused her gaze back on the familiar, long stretch of highway in front of them. 

The rest of the drive was silent, spare for the sound of rain and wind pelting against the car’s windshield. It seemed to stretch on the closer they grew to their destination. 

Edward’s Volvo had only just cleared the thin yellow lines that defined a parking space when Angelica was flinging herself out the door, a hurried “goodbye” on her lips. 

Emmett’s jeep was already sitting in its normal space, only a few meters away. The four of them, Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie were still lounging in their seats. She didn’t stop to say hi. Unlike the rest of them, she had conversations to look forward to, outside of the stilted attempts teachers made to drag out answers from her siblings. 

In Angelica’s  opinion, it was a miracle no one had suspected anything of the family in the first place. Emmett and Rose looked more like actors in a tv show trying to portray high schoolers than actual seniors in highschool. 

Not for the first time, Angelica wondered why they didn’t just send those two to university. She knew that if it were up to her, that’s where she would be. Studying English or maybe Mythology. Of course her father would say that it was difficult for the family to stay together outside of the highschool routine, but Angelica was finding it easier and easier with each passing year to look over that downside. 

“Angie!” 

A mousy brunette exclaimed excitedly, practically launching herself at her friend. Her arms had already been open as she rushed down the hall. 

Angelica let out a small laugh, letting her muscles go slack so the girl wouldn’t hurt herself as she crashed against her rib cage. Her friend held her as though they’d been separated for years instead of four days. 

“Girl,where were you this weekend?” Lilian asked after she’d pulled away. She didn’t wait for an answer before grabbing Angelica’s hand and leading her down the hallway towards their lockers. 

“Alaska. I told you, remember?” Angelica chided lightly, following the girl as she cleared a path for them. “We went to visit my cousins.”

“Wait, like your bio cousins?” Lilian frowned. Her navy blue backpack was strung over one shoulder. Her water bottle teetered dangerously from the side pocket. 

“The adoptive ones.” 

“Have you ever met them before?”

“Mhmm, the first time was when I was like thirteen.”  She said, trying to keep track of the backstory Carlisle had forced her to memorize. “They’re chill, we mostly played board games and stuff.” 

She felt the familiar tug of guilt in the pit of her stomach that arose whenever the subject of her family arose at school. Angelica knew it wasn’t a malicious lie, but the words itched as they passed from her lips. Maybe it was how earnestly the mortal girl listened, trusting her wholeheartedly. 

 They’d stopped in front of a dented blue locker, number 420 . Angelica had smiled when she’d first been assigned it. 

“How was Anna’s beach campfire thing?” She asked quickly, forcing energy into her voice. 

“It was good. But you shoulda been there. Everyone missed you.” Lilian added. 

Angelica nodded, a sad smile pulling at her lips. Her absence hadn’t been for lack of effort. She had begged Carlisle to let her go, promising she’d be careful. But the weekend had been too bright for them to stay, and even with her assurance that the event was taking place at night and would be totally fine, he’d still deemed it much too risky. Angelica wondered if it was because Edward had told him the beach would be littered with drinks and boys. Drinks Angelica couldn’t get drunk off of, and boys who didn’t hold her interest outside of passing conversations. 

“Yeah.” She sighed finally. “My parents were kind of on my ass to go with them though. I couldn’t get out of it.” 

Lilian nodded sympathetically. “Sucks.” She mumbled.

“Yeah.” Angelica shrugged, wrestling a textbook out of the overstuffed locker shelf. It was littered with an array of posters, cosmetics. A small pink bag was tucked in the back, containing pads and tampons. Obviously they hadn’t been for her own use (the one upside of organ failure), but she kept them for others.

“Did you get that math homework done, Lil?” She asked, reaching for a tube of mascara from her small stock of cosmetics and tucking it into her tote bag for later. 

Lilian paled, her eyes going wide. “Shit, shit, shit.” She whispered under her breath, dropping to her knees. The girl began rifling through her backpack desperately. She eventually tugged out five sheets of paper, wrinkled and just barely stapled together. 

“Bathroom trip?” Angelica suggested. An amused grin tugged at the corner of her lips. She pulled the completed worksheet they’d been assigned for the weekend out of her tote. 

Lilian nodded quickly, stuffing the homework back into her bag. Angelica threw her free arm around the girl’s shoulder, then clicked her lock shut. 

“Do you want to do something tonight? I rented Mama Mia.” 

“Oooh.” Angelica smiled.  “Can you drive me home after?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” 

She fished her papers from the bag. “Should Anna come?”

“I’ll ask her at lunch, but she might have Volleyball practice.” She took them from Angelica’s hands.

“She’d probably skip for us though.” “Yeah, probably.”

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“I’m going to Lilly’s today, I won’t need a ride home.” She told Edward passively, her eyes still trained on the prep worksheet in front of her. There was a dull hum in their biology class as everyone bothered themselves with answering the questions. 

Anna was sat up front, blonde ringlets pulled back into a ponytail. They’d been lab partners until last week when Mr Banner had decided they spent too much time gossiping and not enough time taking notes. Angelica had reluctantly joined her brother’s side. 

“You can’t.” Edward finished the worksheet with ease. “Carlisle’s taking us out for dinner tonight,” He paused briefly, catching an intrigued look from the girl who sat at the table across the aisle, “In Port Angeles.” He added. 

“Bring me a box back then.” She muttered, doodling a small whale on the side of her paper. Angelica hatch marked in the fin and the underbelly, her best attempt at shading with her lilac pen. The felt tip was too large for any delicacy. She couldn’t be bothered to answer the actual questions. 

Dad can cope. 

Angelica shrugged off her brother.

Some of us have lives outside of the family.  

Edward eyed her up with contempt. “Mr Banner.” His arm was raised unnaturally straight, looking stiff as a rock. Angelica turned to stare at him.

Whatever you’re doing, stop it.  

The teacher seemed startled that he’d spoken for once. The man blinked in surprise.

“Yes, Edward?” Mr Banner’s voice was hesitant. 

“Angelica can’t do the dissection, the formaldehyde gives her migraines” He announced.

Her hand curled into a fist.

“I can do it.” Angelica said quickly, spewing mental curses in her brother’s direction. “I’ll be fine.”

From across the room,  Anna had fixed her with a confused stare, and she could feel the eyes of others on her as well.

“You passed out during the eyeball dissection in freshman year back in Alaska.” Edward continued. He gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. A hot jolt of anger darted through her.  She wanted to rip his wrist off of his body and put one of the bunsen burners to good use. “Carlisle said you have to avoid that stuff.”

The teacher shook his head. “Angelica, I can’t allow you to participate if there’s a risk of you fainting.” 

“Mr Banner, really, I’ll be fine.” She insisted. 

Edward had the nerve to flash a lopsided grin at her. Of course now, his humor returned. She’d have to remember that the key to pulling him out from his sullen attitude was her own suffering. “You just told me you felt dizzy.”

Angelica’s hand shook, leaving a small felt tip pockmark on her paper. Her lower lip drew upwards, pressing into a thin line.

“If you’re feeling unwell, I suggest you go to the nurse’s office.”

I hope you eat a sepsis ridden mountain lion tonight, you bloody twat. 

Edward watched in satisfaction as she pulled her bag up from the chair below her, papers on the brink of spilling out as she dragged herself out the door.

Angelica scrawled out a quick note and slipped it inside Lilly’s locker as she made her way down the dreary, empty hallway. She could hear the buzz of conversation from inside the shut classroom doors. 

I felt sick, and had to go home. We’ll hang out later this weekend.

-A 

The office was painted a garish shade of faded teal that clashed poorly with the sickly yellow furniture. Angelica mumbled a quick hello to Ms. Cope who was sat boredly at the front desk. She nodded toward the nurse’s station, where a plump woman with wavy blonde hair was sitting in her cramped office. 

“Mrs. Cooper?” Angelica asked in a bleary voice. She let her eyelids droop ever so slightly. 

The nurse’s head snapped up and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. 

“Nice to see you again.” The woman said warmly, gesturing for her to enter the tiny room. It consisted of a cramped desk and a plastic cot that was covered in a variety of elusive stains. “What’s going on?” 

“I think I have a migraine.” Angelica mumbled, slurring her words together.  She moved further into the room, lowering herself onto the stained cot. She made a mental note to do a deep wash of the yoga pants she was wearing. Ms. Cooper’s face contorted in sympathy. “Could you call my mom?” 

“What are your symptoms, sweetheart?” She inquired, rifling through a stack of papers until she retrieved the medical report sheet. 

“I felt all dizzy in bio but now I have like a pain in my temple, and when I was trying to read all the letters were turning green and moving around.” The girl supplied in a pitiful voice. “I wanna puke.” She added for good measure. 

“Migraine.” Ms. Cooper confirmed with a click of her pen. “Temple pain, aura and nausea.” There was a brief scratching noise as she scribbled every detail onto the paper. “I’ll just step out and give home a ring, hon.” Angelica dipped her head. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She smiled. “Let me just get the lights for you, the fluorescents can’t be helping.”   

“Oh yeah, the fluorescents.” Angelica nodded. 

The nurse flipped the switch, and a diluted darkness filled the small room. She heard the small flick of a cell phone being opened. “Hi, this is Ms. Cooper calling from the school,” There was a brief pause, followed by some nodding, ���Oh, everything’s fine, but I’m afraid poor Angelica has another migraine.” She shook her head. “ Tsk.” The nurse flicked the sound out from between her teeth before darting to look over at the girl through the window in the bleak office. Angelica pretended not to notice.  “Yeah, she looks pretty pale. Says she has an aura and nausea… Mhm- Oh! Perfect…. So ten minutes? Okay- yes that’s perfect… thank you, mhm... Oh, you too.” “Your Mom will be here soon, sweetheart.” She said finally, sticking her head into the dark room.

“Thanks.” She grimaced. ***

“Alice told you?” Angelica inquired drearily, slamming the passenger door behind her. She shook out her hair that had become downtrodden by the rain.  Her carefully curled coils had become messy clumps that would undoubtedly frizz up throughout the car ride home.

Esme nodded, slipping the key into the ignition. The warm purr of the engine pulsed through the car’s small body.

“Edward can do that worksheet for you.” She offered, clicking her seatbelt into place. Esme glanced over her shoulder quickly.  “You’re clearly too sick for that.”  The woman chuckled good naturedly, quickly shifted into reverse, effortlessly gliding out of the parking spot. 

Angelica nodded, curling up in her seat. “I should be fine by tomorrow, it’s just a migraine.” 

Esme made a clicking sound with her tongue, shaking her head sympathetically.  “I called your father, he thinks you might have that flu that's been going around.” 

Rain pounded against the windshield as they pulled out onto the main road that ran straight through the town. The clouds above were swollen and dark, promising that the weather wouldn’t be quick to yield. Angelica pulled the strings of her sweater tighter, tying them into a knot.  The familiar rumble of the road below them was lulling her. 

The toes of her uggs touched the bottom of the glove compartment as she stretched out, leaving a mud stain. Through the side mirror, she could see the block of worn red bricks that made up Forks High School as it faded into the distance. Had it not been for the cars that littered the parking lot, the building would have looked deserted. 

“You need to rest.” Her stepmother hummed, brows creasing as she studied the dark circles that lined the girl’s eyes. “Your father said he could barely get you to crawl out of bed this morning.”

Angelica’s head lolled over towards Esme, her hair covered up in the gray hood. “I’m just tired from classes. High school starts to get draining after the 100th time.” 

“You’re tired because you haven’t eaten in a while.” Esme fixed her with a worried golden glance. 

Angelica’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she managed to bite her tongue.

“Carlisle’s been worried about you, sweetheart." Angelica nodded, her eyes still trained on the blurred outside. Her fingertips tapped against the arm rest. “He’s always worried about me.” She muttered.

“It’s natural, you’re still so young.”  Esme tutted, shaking her head. She’d said ‘still’ as though Angelica possessed the potential to change.

“I was a day away from seventeen, I’m practically the same age as Edward.” She said, fighting the edge of annoyance from seeping into her voice. She didn’t want to lash out on her step mother merely because Edward had ruined her day and left her with a seething frustration. Esme hadn’t done anything to her, Angelica knew that. But the burning irritation within her had yet to get the memo.

“It’s different with you.” Esme hummed, switching lanes. The turn signal ticked  monotonously. The difference itself went unsaid as it always did with Esme. She didn’t like to acknowledge Angelica’s unique connection to Carlisle, but whenever she did, it was always to explain away her husband’s behaviors.

“I guess.” She sank further into her seat. “Can I play some music?”

♡ ♡ ♡

A/N

I ♡ family drama.

[systastic]

ty for this blog! can we request three lvl3 werewolf alters who go together?

meow :( dogs… but oki!! the more friends the merrier <3 -🍥

i know you said werewolf, buuuut werewolf pictures are damn hard to find. so i went with three shifters instead :] -🌳

name :: vellatrix, trixie, bellatrix, xenia, hendrix, lux, maddox

age :: 21 to 24

pronouns :: they/them, xe/xer, shx/hxr, it/its, nim/nims, fang/fangs

roles :: verbal protector, janusian,

species :: werewolf / vampire hybrid

gender identity :: panea, soluperic, transmascthing

orientation :: sapphic / skoliosexual (may be controversial, use w caution!)

source :: brainmade

aesthetic :: goth punk, grunge

appearance description :: being an albino bat/wolf hybrid, xenia has pure-white skin, white fur, and red eyes. xe often has to stay in a semi-transformed state specifically to avoid sunburn and wears sunglasses outside to prevent eye irritation, but plays this off as though it’s a faulty gene or something. it’s only at night that it can transform fully into a bat, wolf, or human — though it sometimes likes to mix and match xer attributes for the “aesthetic”. hendrix’s choice of fashion is mostly strapped clothes, flannel, ripped jeans, platform shoes due to their measly height of five foot zero, and huge dangly earrings that glimmer in the moonlight. vellatrix doesn’t want to cover up fangs albinism; to fang, it’s a mark of pride that makes them stand out from the others.

personality description :: bellatrix is what the kids would call a “little shit”. a troublemaker. an absolute gremlin. a full-blown creacher. it lives up to the name with its eccentric personality and chaotic way of composing itself, as well as its commitment to breaking several laws over and barely even batting an eye. xenia wouldn’t murder someone, granted — but a little bit of arson? jaywalking? owning several raccoons and referring to them as trash puppies? oh, yeah. they’d do that. it is genuinely hard to tell if xena even knows that these are crimes or if theyre doing it on accident. the open tab of ���weirdest crimes in america” in their browser might suggest otherwise...

likes :: albino rats, spooky dudes, funky little guys, collecting bones and scraps of old letters, raccoons (trash pandas), snakes, any weird or commonly disliked animal, other hybrid species, people who upset the status quo (reasonably so, not like literal serial killers), anarchy, attending riots, cherry-flavored anything, chapell roan, and sucking the red color out of things to feed on (vegan moment!)

dislikes :: straight-laced people, goody-two-shoes (brad and chelsea are exceptions!), snitches, serial killers, people with main character syndrome, being compared to the manic pixie dream girl stereotype (it is NOT a pixie, it’s a werewolf vampire obviously), ableism, twitter, drama forums, taking shit from other people, unwritten rules (if they didn’t want people to break them, they should write it down!)

front triggers :: lists of rules it has to follow, tired gender norms, debates or arguments, anything chappell roan

signoff :: 🦴, 🐁, or 🩻

image credit here

name :: bell/bella, britney, kiara, madeline (mads), hailey, caitlyn, audrey, chelsea

age :: 23 to 27

pronouns :: she/her, occasionally they/them

roles :: protector, coach, athlete, physical protector, coltenoir, anger holder

species :: werewolf

gender identity :: girldiun, ludovigirl // wolf emsoul, knightsensus (not genders but part of her identity)

orientation :: heterosexual

source :: brainmade

aesthetic :: vsco preppy, basic girl, bubblegum dance

appearance description :: kiara has blond-dyed brown hair that’s slowly growing out back to its natural color. hailey is extremely toned and has abs hard as rock. like — literally. people who try to punch her in the stomach might end up breaking their fist or worse if they go toe to toe with audrey. she stands at an imposing six feet and two inches tall, towering over most of her friends and relatives. mads has been blessed (or cursed, depending on how you look at it) with a severe case of resting bitch face that could curdle milk with a single glance. she isn’t trying to be mean all of the time — it’s just the way her face looks! fortunately, the people who are close to her know this and don’t take her looks to heart.

personality description :: blunt, sarcastic, rude, and gruff: those are the four perfect words to describe caitlyn. she doesn’t beat around the bush and tells people how it is straight up, no bullshitting. why lie? lying only makes shit worse. their overly dry and snarky sense of humor can get audrey into hot water — not that they really care. they shrug it off like nothing ever happened. her bluntness can come off as being rude to others, as does her generally gruff way of speaking. cora tries to hold it back for her friends and family, but it still slips through on occasion. god help you if you insult their friends; you’ll be pounded into a pancake faster than you can say ‘sorry’.

likes :: sports (especially basketball), getting fit, maintaining her figure, savory foods like steak, cooking on the grill, weightlifting, hitting the gym with her friends, showing off her muscles, proving her strength, defending her friends and family from assholes, starting arguments, infighting among her six (yes, six!) siblings, wrestling matches, family dinners, and spending time with her loved ones

dislikes :: sugar-heavy foods like cakes or donuts, anything that’s overly rich in carbs unless she needs to carbo-load, vegetarian meals aka “rabbit food”, karens (eugh), entitled people, those who have no sense of respect or patience, bastards, her brothers (sometimes), being called a “sweet girl” or “adorable” unless you’re a grandma (cus damn you, she’s a woman! put some respect on her name!), criminals, people with no sense of justice, chaos for chaos’ sake

front triggers :: physical activity and working out, mealtimes (especially if the body is super hungry), and bouts of exhaustion (she supplements the energy to keep going)

signoff :: 🏀, 💪, or 🏋️

image credit here

name :: kai, kyle, kodiak (kodi/kody), danny, drew, dave, aiden, cole, brad, chad, billy

age :: 16 to 18

pronouns :: he/him, rarely bark/barks

roles :: happiness holder, mood booster, advocate, caesian, confidence holder

species :: human-dog shifter

gender identity :: demiboy

orientation :: bisexual!!

source :: brainmade

aesthetic :: athlete, himbocore

appearance description :: brad has fluffy black and white hair, bright brown eyes and a face with an eternal smile on it. he’s really muscular and has tanned skin due to constantly being outside and running around. chad has a stupidly floofy tail right above his hindquarters and floppy ears that hang down on either side of his head. these ears and tail are an actual part of his body — so pulling, pinching, yanking, cutting, or even just touching it will definitely get a reaction. he is almost always in sportswear and ready to rumble with whatever the activity of the day is. frisbee? heck yeah! rafting? bring it on! it’s more of a challenge to find anything he doesn’t want to or is willing to do. with the right group of friends, chad is down for literally anything.

personality description :: it may or may not be obvious by now, but billy is a himbo. as in, very much a himbo. he is not very bright when it comes to passive perception, academics, the arts, or basically anything that doesn’t involve physical activity. he is the kind of guy who peaked in high school but genuinely has not realized it yet (and you really don’t want to tell him because damn it, he’s so darn cute and you wouldn’t wanna break his heart!) he loves his friends and family so very much to the point of sacrificing his own life for them. in his mind, it’s better to have his companions be safe instead of himself. if he has to fight a bear to do that - which everyone but him knows that he is no match for - then so be it! heck, danny still isn’t aware of the fact his friends are werewolves and not other dog shifters. he just assumes they’re all the same because big dog = the good friendly sniff smell.

likes :: head pats, scratches between his ears, playing with his pals, frisbee, chasing things down, dog parks, walks, exercise, playing in the backyard, sniffing weird shit (yes, this includes other people’s butts), yapping about his current interests and hobbies, making new friends, meeting up with old friends, fun activities, action and adventure, and hanging out with vellatrix and britney!!

dislikes :: people yelling at him over small mistakes, thunder and lightning, being told to shut up, betrayal, getting kicked out of his bed, taking naps, losing his stuff, people stealing things from his giant hoard of toys, fireworks (they are very “unpoggers” as he puts it), being misled (when someone says they threw the ball but they didn’t actually throw it…), and being blamed for stuff he didn’t do.

front triggers :: being called a “good boy”, ultimate frisbee, interesting smells, and being left alone with large quantities of food (yes, he will try to eat it all)

signoff :: 🐕, 🐾, or 🍗

image credit here

[fablesuntold]

@musingmemories sent: a spacious ,  light-filled meadow — For Bella Swan and Edward Cullen ✨

‘I’ve killed people before.’

‘It doesn’t matter.’

In all of Edward’s one hundred and four years roaming through each time period, never before had he ever met anyone as obstinate or headstrong as Isabella Swan. Whereas anyone else would have stumbled over themselves to run straight for the hills screaming in terror upon uncovering his unnerving secret.. she’d once again put a firm foot down and stayed despite his several attempts to scare her off. To make her leave him alone for her own sake. Either really brave or really stupid, — Edward knew which one he’d place his bets on — Bella was infatuated with something that wasn’t real just like everybody else, a pretty illusion of the perfect guy; handsome with a chiselled jawline and killer eyes. The mysterious aura that surrounded the brooding loner, leaving the town of Forks and all of its occupants wanting to know more. Underneath the mask, though.. Edward was anything but the Prince Charming the world constantly romanticised about and sought after.

Underneath the mask, he was a monster. A murderer. Something that would be described as a perilous evil in the eyes of religion that had crawled its way straight from the depths of hell. Vampires weren’t the good guys, as accurately portrayed in movies and books. They were demons who hunted and killed without a second thought just to satisfy their hunger. Undead, immortal beings.. the embodiment of all things bad.

Of course, none of that was enough to deter Bella away from him— in fact, it only seemed to pique her curiosity in him even more. Didn’t she know that she was toying with death every second she was around him? There wasn’t a world that existed where a romantic or even platonic relationship could ever bloom between them.. and yet, Edward couldn’t shake the gravitational pull he felt toward her no matter how hard he tried. She was like a magnet. As much as he loathed to admit it, he was just as mesmerised by her as she was him, often catching himself staring longingly after her or following her whenever she didn’t know he was there. He’d waited a lifetime to meet her. Spent decades daydreaming about the moment leading up to now.. it didn’t make sense to push her away anymore.

Edward wasn’t even sure if he could will himself to, Bella some form of Kryptonite.

Lying amongst the budding spring flowers that flourished in all of their glory against the grassy terrain of the meadow, Edward once again found himself staring only at her. Even surrounded by one of the most picturesque places in Forks, Bella was the only thing appealing to his eye.

He didn’t need to be able to read her mind although he desperately wanted to in order to know what she was thinking. She was gawking at him right back, probably admiring the way his skin sparkled against the soft beams of sunlight. Ethereal, some would call it. Disgusting, he would argue. “..Don’t look at me like that. Like you’re awestruck and think I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You’d be a fool to think so.” How could she lie so close to him knowing what she knew now? Like he couldn’t just roll over onto his side anytime he wanted and sink his teeth right into her neck, sucking until he was satisfied with his fill. It’s not like she could fight him off.

A part of him still wanted to. Her blood.. it was unlike any other. Sweet and almost impossible to resist. Edward hadn’t known true self restraint until she’d unexpectedly appeared in his life sooner than he’d anticipated. “As I told you before, if you were smart.. you’d stay away from me.” With that said, Edward finally ripped his gaze away from her to stare pensively up at the cloudless sky above. “I could kill you right now and nobody would ever find out.” One last attempt to make her see sense.. would she finally heed his warnings?

[bellysoupset]

Halloween Saga - Part 4 - Bella

"Wagner, Atwood," the police officer shouted, causing them to jump to their feet, "get out of here."

"Told you they wouldn't hold us overnight," Leo whispered to Bella and she nodded in agreement, but felt completely disconnected from her body as doing so. There was a blooming bruise on Leo's chin, that would be black in the morning. He had lost his beret and his hair was strikingly white tonight, bouncing off the super bright overhead lights. Bella squinted at it, averting her eyes.

"I need you two to sign some paperwork and not get out of town," the officer at front desk said, sliding two different sheets of paper, one for each of them. Bella struggled with the pen, writing Isabella and then hesitating at the surname.

"Bell?"

"Uhm- Sorry," she blinked, quickly turning the M she had started to write and finishing it off with Atwood. It didn't look right. Was this the signature she had settled on when changing it?

Leo frowned at her, but didn't say anything. He had a killer headache, but mostly he was just worried. Wide awake and worried about his friends and his boyfriend. The haunted look on Jonah's face kept dancing before his eyes.

They grabbed their items and then walked outside the station, Leo letting out a heavy sigh and picking up his phone, "Bell, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she mumbled, rubbing her face and cringing when her palms came back grey. She had forgotten about the make up, "who are you calling?"

"Jon," Leo said, biting the skin around his thumb and waiting until the call connected. It took a minute, but then Jonah's voice rang through.

"Leo? Are you alright? Are you in trouble? Where are-"

"We're fine," Leo said quickly, "I'm fine, they didn't even hold us for all that long. There were a lot of witnesses. How's Wendy?"

"Unconscious, but she's gonna be fine. Just going to have a bad day tomorrow..." Jonah sounded completely defeated. Leo leaned his head as he noticed Bella sliding closer, a puzzled frown on her face.

"Wen's okay?"

"She's fine," he whispered back, raising his thumbs, "Vince is with her?"

"Yeah, he just got here, thirty minutes ago," Jonah's voice turned into a yawn, "is Bella still with you? She's okay?"

"I'm fine," Bella answered, since she had all but glued her temple to Leo's, in order to overhear, "is Luke with Vince?"

"Nope," Jonah answered, "but he did say he left with Lucas, hold on a minute..."

Leo heard some rustling around and whispers, then Jonah's voice came back, "Vince said he left Luke back at your place, a while ago. Asleep."

"Oh," Bella frowned, but didn't say anything else, pulling away from Leo. He noticed she was shivering, so Leo held the phone between his cheek and shoulder, striping down his white jacket and handing it to her, while saying "does Vin need anything? Wendy?"

"A change of clothes," Jonah yawned again, "I'll go get it in her apartment, I think Vince's also got clothes there-"

"I can help," Leo argued, observing Bella from the corner of his eye. She was looking off into the distance, not even attempting to call Luke, which was concerning in its own, "I'm gonna go over to the hospital, okay?"

"You really don't have to, Wendy's fine-"

"I'm going over, Jon. You sound exhausted, I'm wide awake and there's all the party mess to be dealt with too."

"Ah shit," Bella groaned, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes as she was reminded of it, "shit."

"Are you sure?" Jonah sounded relieved, despite the questioning and Leo rolled his eyes. He couldn't sleep even if someone paid him, not after all that wrestling around.

"I am, I'll see you in a bit. Love you," as soon as he hung up, Leo turned to Bella, putting a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, "no offense, Bells, but you look dead."

"Haha," she scoffed, rubbing at her cheek, "it's the fucking paint-"

"No, I meant really," Leo offered her a kind smile, "go home."

"No," she shook her head, stumbling a little on her feet, "there's the fucking band to be dealt with. I hired them, I need to at least-"

"Bell, you're crazy if you think anyone stuck around after the police showed up. There's just a fucking mess in there, no one else. Go home, I'll go help Jonah and then tomorrow we can switch up and you deal with the drama."

She bit down her lip, but Leo could read right through her. In fact, so could anyone, Bella looked downright sick. He racked his brain, trying to recall if she had been drunk or had something else happened, but his memory was pretty much a blur since so much had happened in quick succession.

"Fuck... Yeah, alright," Bella nodded, "thank you, you're the best."

Leo blushed, then glanced down at the ziploc bag she was still holding, with her phone, "uhm... Are you gonna call Luke? I'm gonna get an Uber to the hospital, if you wanna share."

"I don't..." once again Bella seemed completely lost, more than a little dazed, "I don't know if I should call him... He's asleep-"

So?

Leo frowned, not liking this one bit, but he had no context for how Bell was acting and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel like a burden, "we can share the Uber then... Unless you don't wanna go home?"

A flick of something passed over her face, but then she shook her head, "no, I wanna go home."

Bell knew she was worrying Leo, judging by his concerned expression, but she didn't know how to reassure him that everything was fine. Sure, she was a little off her game, but it had been a very long night.

She rested her cheek against the window of the backseat of the car, watching Leo on the passenger seat. He was texting Vince, she could tell by the picture on the corner.

"Wen's gonna be alright, right?" Bella whispered, watching the street lights all blur into one mess and looking away. Her head was throbbing, to the point she could genuinely feel it under her fingertips when she touched her temple.

"Jon said she'll be fine. As soon as I get any news, I'll shoot you a text, alright?" Leo said, just as they turned the corner of Bell's street. She mumbled something in agreement and the car came to a stop, but Bella didn't get out.

"Bell? We're here..."

"Yeah, uhm-" her fingers were barely cooperating. It took her a second, but then she unlocked the backseat door and squeezed Leo's arm in a friendly manner, "thanks, we'll talk in a few hours, alright? And call if anything changes with Wendy, please?"

"Absolutely," Leo squeezed her hand back and she forced herself out of the car, climbing the three steps that separated her front door from the street.

Bella waved goodbye as she noticed Leo still sitting there, "go on, I just have to find my keys-" she couldn't remember where the fuck-

The front door opened and Bella jumped, startled. Luke looked furious, as he moved away from the door to let her in and waved to Leo.

"Bye Leo, thanks for bringing her home-"

"Bye...?" Leo frowned, but no sooner he said that, Bella entered the house and Luke closed the door without any more talking.

She flinched at the noise, since it reverbed through her skull. Lucas let out a sigh, leaning against the door.

"It's... Almost 3 AM," he said slowly, "I was starting to doubt you were gonna come home at all."

Bella frowned, struggling to understand why exactly he was pissed. Her mind was slowly putting together Luke wasn't happy, but the reason why was lost on her.

"Why wouldn't I...?" she stumbled back and Lucas' hand darted out, grabbing her wrist before she could fall on her ass. He frowned even more.

"And you're wasted."

"I'm not," she unhooked her wrist from his grasp easily, sitting on the couch and removing her heels, "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"You didn't wake me up," Lucas sighed, dropping the act and moving with her, as if he was tied to her hip by some invisible line. He sat on the coffee table, "...I'm being a jerk, I'm sorry," he rubbed at his eyes, "I was just worried and in pain and you weren't home, so I... I'm sorry."

Bella frowned, confused and annoyed at the apology, but she couldn't quite formulate it into words, so all that came out was, "it's fine."

Lucas made a face, "it's not fine... Was the party fun?"

"Why were you in pain?" Bella answered instead, removing the stockings and leaning back on the couch. It felt like it was swaying with her and there was a constant ringing in her ear.

"I told you..." Luke said, sounding annoyed, before his face cleared up, "Ah, you didn't hear me... It was a migraine, but it's better now... I thought Vince would've told you, he left while I was-"

"Vince is in the hospital with Wendy," Bella answered, "I didn't see him all ni-"

"What!?" Luke exclaimed, "hospital!? What- Why!? What happened?!"

Bell flinched at his tone, sitting up straight once again, so she could see Lucas' worried face. She rolled her shoulders, forcing the annoyance away, but they continued to be stiff.

"Some idiot in the band drugged Wendy. Jon took her to the hospital."

"What the fuck, Bella?" Lucas said quietly, "is she conscious? Did something-"

"No one touched her. Leo saw the guy trying to drag her out..." Bella frowned, uneasily. She hadn't said it out loud, but she knew it. The cup that had drugged Wendy, had been meant for Bell. It made her feel all sorts of humiliated and violated.

"Fuck," Luke said quietly, getting up from the coffee table to he could retrieve his phone in the bedroom. Their house was so tiny that she could still hear him perfectly as he said, "I have... I have to call Vince. That explains why he left without saying anything, I thought he had gone back to the party while I slept-"

"Vince drove you home?" Bella guessed, grabbing on the couch's back and forcing herself up. Her legs felt like they were made of jell-o. She slowly made her way back to their room.

"Yeah, I was pretty useless," Luke said, pressing the phone to his ear. Vince didn't pick up, neither did Bella expect him to. She turned around, grabbing on their dresser.

"Can you unzip me?"

"He's not answering me," Lucas pouted, unzipping her dress and Bella shrugged, peeling it off. It fell to a puddle on the floor and she couldn't bring herself to pick it up, instead just staring at it.

"Jon and Leo are there with him, he's fine..." she mumbled, lips numb. Her body was on the auto pilot as she moved to their bathroom and tied her hair up, finally washing the horrible grey face paint and makeup. It had all melted together in one big mess a while ago.

"Was it that fucking asshole who did that to Wendy?" Lucas asked, leaning on the bathroom door, arms crossed. Bella glanced at his reflection, the cotton pad soaked in makeup remover pressed to her left eye.

"Who?"

"The idiot who was hitting on you? Lucian? Julian?"

"No," Bella frowned, then wiped away all the mascara, "no, it was some other idiot. Never seen them in my life..." Her stomach churned as she once again thought the roofie had been meant for her. That her friend was unconscious in a hospital bed because she had put the drink in her hand.

"Bell?" Luke called after a minute too long of heavy silence, "are you mad at me?"

Yes. No. Maybe.

Bella shrugged, "I don't know," she said after a moment, "I don't know, Luke. I just... I just wanna go to bed."

"Okay..." he said, sounding and looking every bit like a kicked puppy, "I'm sorry I was such a dick about that guy... And the party. I'm sorry, I just-"

"I don't care, Lucas," Bella interrupted him with a tired sigh, "really, whatever- I really just wanna go to bed."

"Alright..." he said, then moved away from the door. She sat down on the mattress, finally noticing that Luke was wearing just boxers and an oversized shirt, his hair a tousled mess. He looked very spooky, all pale and with dark circles so deep they looked like bruises, "I'm really sorry, baby."

"U-hum," Bella nodded, trying and failing to unclasp her strapless bra. Her hands felt useless, "help me."

Happy to be given something to do, Lucas jumped into action, removing her bra and then maneuvering her inside one of his shirts. Then he didn't pull back, hand cupping her face, thumb stroking her cheek.

"Don't be mad at me, please," he said in a small voice, "I know I was a dick, I'm sorry, just... Don't go to sleep mad at me."

Bella let out a groan, pulling back from his hold. It wasn't fair that he was melting her that easily, when she was having a hard time even thinking. She wanted to be mad at him.

The bathroom light was still on, so was the hallway's. Despite that, she could see a big black splotch covering half of Luke's face. Bella frowned, reaching in to touch it and her fingers met his cheek.

He completely misread her touch, turning his head and pressing a kiss to her fingertips, "I'm so sorry, Bella," Lucas sighed and Bella continued to vaguely glare at one side of his face.

"You look really weird right now," she said, causing Luke to frown.

"What?"

"Your face... There's a hole in it," she tried to explain, words slow and Lucas' frown deepened even more.

"Baby, I don't understand you."

"Here," she poked his cheek again, "there's a hole."

"Why are you- Bella, I don't understand you. You're not speaking in English," he said, sitting up straight, suddenly a lot more alarmed, "Bell, did you drink anything-"

"I'm not roofied," Bella said and Lucas' hands were suddenly on her face, fingers touching her all over. It was annoying, to put it mildly, downright violating after such a night. Bella whined, attempting to pull back, but he didn't allow her, his fingers touching her neck, then the back of her head, combing through her hair-

"Ah fuck," he said softly and then pulled back his hand. Although the hole was still very present in the middle of his face, she could clearly see horror start to form behind his eyes.

"Luke-"

"Baby, you hit your head. Why didn't you say you hit your head...?" he said softly, "did anyone see-" he cut himself short as the pressure in her head escalated another notch and suddenly there was running down her face, Luke's giant hand coming to hold her nose.

"What are you doing- lemme go-" she attempted to fight him off, tasting the blood that was gushing out of her nose, "Lucas!"

The light of the bathroom turned off. Or rather, vanished, as yet another inky blotch appeared before her eyes. Bella swallowed in, starting to get terrified.

"Luke..." she grabbed at his shirt, squeezing it, "Luke, something's wrong-"

"You're alright, you're alright, you're gonna be alright," Lucas was chanting, as if he wasn't hearing her at all, which Bella guessed he wasn't. She was speaking in gibberish.

He stretched on the bed, grabbing his phone and holding it to his ear. His next words got drowned out by the ringing in her ears and Bella let out a sob, scared out of her mind.

More black blotches appeared as she hyperventilated and suddenly Luke's face all but vanished and she felt her body go limp, metallic liquid coating her mouth...

And then darkness.

TBC