Anyways, I never see anything on here or anywhere about The Night Clerk and instead of settling for non-existent fics, Iâve decided just to write one.
Now, for those of you who have no idea what this movie is or who Bart is, lemme give a brief explanation:
The Night Clerk is a movie about a hotel night clerk, Bart, who is on the spectrum and is diagnosed with Aspergerâs. He secretly installs cameras into various rooms of the hotel to study the behaviors and speech patterns of the more neurotypical guests. One night while watching his cameras, he unwittingly witnesses a murder of a female guest. Deciding to conceal the footage, he is transferred to another hotel and meets a woman who he begins to fall for. Unfortunately for him she is involved in a love affair with the a man whom Bart recognizes as the killer.
My fic will take place sometime after this. My OC will be a âlong-term guestâ or more specifically, a permanent residence of the hotel where she works as a means to pay for her room. She is involved in theatre and begins working in the hotel as a cook, later becoming an extra front desk clerk on occasion. Her and Bart slowly form a bond and eventually a mutual attraction to one another.
My original concept for this was an extended one-shot but will probably evolve into a multi-part fic. If so, itâll be a trilogy showcasing the stages of their relationship as it develops.
(Iâm so sorry for those of my followers who were hoping Iâd be adding another chapter to my Jasper Hale x Bella Swan fic! Iâve been in a bit of a slump bc of life - had to go into a mental hospital for a while - and I havenât completed my draft of chapter 2 yet. If anyone is still interested in my Twilight: Reimagined story, please leave a comment or reblog this update.)
I hope yall enjoy this fic and I do intend to be more frequent in my writing
truly the saddest thing about malia is that they had the opportunity to make a significantly more "weird" girl like they should have showed her being a total freak!!! and they didn't!!! she could have shown up to beacon hills high school with 0 fashion sense and unshaved legs and 0 makeup and they could have shown this ON TV and shown that its OKAY to have all of those things and instead she's a pretty teenage girl who's just quirky and failing math
My headcanons for her are that she collects creepy baby dolls (in any condition, new or used) bc of her sister, if she senses deer nearby she will completely dissociate no matter whatâs going on to track its movements until it is out of her radar, and she can always tell when someone is anxious and will tell them something (this applies to strangers, children, the elderly, and the occasional dog)
One of my favorite Cullen family dynamics to see in fic is âoh with Bella joining us the boy:girl ratio is evened out. Sheâll bring some ~feminine sensibilities~ into the fold andââ [cut to Bella and Emmett lighting stuff on fire in the backyard]
If/when Bella found out that the Cullens had a meeting discussing whether to murder her, she wouldnât give two flying fucks about the murder part. Sheâd be mortified that she was the subject of a meeting, period
Summary: High school is dull, especially for a vampire. A pretty face with a ugly past rolls into town
(Cover photo taken from Pinterest and edited, itâs not mine)
Rain drizzled down in streams down the slightly frosted windows of the Forks High School cafeteria. At first, Emmett Cullen raced them in his mind, desperate to cull the boredom of the day. Then he remembered that he did this most days and sighed dramatically. The monotony of eternity was particularly draining today.
Edward Cullen quirked a brow towards his burly brother, silently encouraging him to speak his mind. Just because Edward could read minds, doesnât mean he didnât know how relieving it could be to just vent your frustrations.
âEmmett?â Rosalie paused in perfecting her act of pretending to eat. âWhatâs wrong, babe?â
Emmett rolled his neck dismissively and gave his siblings a half-hearted smile. âJust bored, nothing new for any of us.â
No one said anything. It was simply a fact of their existence. It was as though he was commenting on breathing or blinking. It wasnât something any of them had to think about doing, not that they had to. A perk of vampirism is not needing oxygen, though it was occasionally pleasant.
Emmett scanned the filled cafeteria, chuckling humorlessly at the sea of faces reflecting the same boredom he wore. As an eternal young adult, it was nice to see that some things didnât change in newer generations. High school sucked no matter what decade you were in it.
Another, more light-hearted giggle came from Alice as she too watched the milling of their classmates as they socialized and ate. The glassiness of her gem-colored eyes indicated that she wasnât actually watching them in current time, but in one that hasnât occurred quite yet. Edwardâs eyes took on a similar look as he read along to what she was seeing. Even Jasper showed slight interest, looking up from a spot of discoloration on their usual table.
Rosalie huffed, not loving that she wasnât in the loop. It was her least favorite trait about her siblings; despite the convenience of their gifts, it could sometimes be like a conversation that she could never keep up with. Emmett felt the same but wasnât nearly as bothered about it as his wife.
âWell, what is it?â She flipped her blonde hair carelessly, though theyâd all known her long enough to know it was just a front.
âSadly, the most interesting thing coming up is that Chief Swanâs daughter is moving into town,â Edward explained, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.
Alice swatted at his shoulder, chastising him lightly. âSheâs pretty. Smart, according to her classes. Sheâs in all honors, even some senior classes. Sheâll have English with Emmett, World History and Spanish with Jasper, Biology with Edward, electives with Rosalie. And our lunch period. Ugh! Why do you guys all get classes with her but I donât?â
âItâs not like we chose her schedule, Allie,â Jasper muttered softly.
âWho cares?â Rosalie scoffed. They could all detect her slight jealousy at all the attention the new girl would unwittingly be getting. She was used to receiving all the admiration, even if it was from intimidated teenage boys.
âBellaâŠher nameâs Isabella, right?â They all turned to look at Jasper, who almost never spoke at school unprovoked. Alice nodded robotically, seemingly shocked by his sudden speech. âChief Swan mentioned it to Dad while I was training.â
Jasperâs âtrainingâ was him doing a student volunteer program at the hospital for his community service hours. Its true purpose was helping him become more desensitized to human blood. His last slip is what prompted them all to move back to Forks in the first place and Jasper was determined to make real progress on interacting with humans, rather than avoiding them for their own safety.
âBella. Means pretty or something,â Emmett added, sensing that Jasper was suddenly overwhelmed at the attention being on him. Jasper had always been a fun brother, certainly a lot less of a drag then Edward-
Kick! âShit!â
âItâs just a phase. Once the newness appeal wears off, sheâll just be another face in the crowd,â Edward dismissed, drawing his foot away from Emmettâs shin, the conversation about the Swan girl falling silent just as the fourth period bell rang.
Emmett pulled out Rosalieâs chair and began walking her to class. Pondering Edwardâs words, he contemplated the fickle musings and distractions of his human counterparts. Sometimes if he thought really hard about it, he could almost remember that sensation. The ebb and flow of life experiences. How fleeting the human attention span could be. It was a small ripple in what felt like an endless river of thoughts and feelings. Emmett had lived a long life, and a vampireâs attention span was vastly different than a humanâs. He wished he could be human again, if only to experience the feeling of being dragged into a mass hysteria of curiosity towards a new person to analyze.
If onlyâŠ
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I watched droplets of rain streak against the passenger window of Charlieâs cruiser as we drove home from the airport. The rain blurred the overabundance of green in my vision, making me feel even more out of place in my new environment then ever before. The sleepiness of a small town weighed on me like a thick quilt, making my eyes heavy. It wasnât just Forks though. This entire day has been both physically and mentally draining, and exhaustion clouded my senses.
I could still feel Charlieâs eyes on me, despite the fact that he was constantly preaching about driver vigilance. Heâd had that same outwardly happy but guarded look about him since I got off the plane. Renee mustâve gone into more detail about my supposed âtroublesâ than I thought. Iâd initially assumed she be too embarrassed to disclose the events that led up to this, though she mightâve exaggerated some details to make herself look better.
He sighed in that deep and cautious way and I prepared for him to âlay down the lawâ about my stay.
âBells,â he began haltingly and I wanted to curl up and die. âIf I had known anything about what had been going on down there, I wouldâve taken your mother to court a long time ago.â
My eyes flashed open in shock and I stopped pretending to be asleep, even though I knew heâd known I was awake all along. I couldnât hide from Charlie as well as I could from others.
âWhat did she tell you? About what I did,â I added.
Charlie tilted his head, his usual tell for when heâs trying to choose his words carefully while also understanding how Renee was. âI knew better than to take what she said at face value. I talked to the local P.D.â
âAnd?â
âAnd,â he continued, âwe agreed that the best solution for both your actions and your momâs behavior was for you to come with me.â Charlie paused and his eyes glazed over in a way I didnât like as we turned the corner to his house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Our home.
âBaby, why didnât you say anything? I get that with your past, and living with someone like your mother, it can be hard to feel like you can trust people,â he nodded, like heâd rehearsed this part. My throat ached at seeing my stoic and simple father struggle to voice his thoughts, struggle to find the right thing to say to his wayward, troublemaking daughter that he rarely saw.
Not for a lack of effort on his part. I hadnât made it easy on him, hadnât made anything easy on anyone for a while now, to have a relationship with me. It was easier for me, and safer for everyone else.
Now, however, I had to make some deep reevaluations for his sake.
âI didnât want to be a burden,â I half-lie, it wasnât safe for him to know what I knew. Renee never managed to figure it out fully and it blew up in my face. Literally. Thanks to Charlie, I narrowly avoided being put on a watchlist.
âYouâre a kid, Bella, youâre never a burden. Especially not to me,â Charlie stated firmly, and I could see the anger towards Renee curling his weathered features. He parked the car, but I knew he had more to say before we got out the car.
âSo, there needs to be a conversation, some rules and boundaries to establish if youâre going to be living here long-term.â Whelp, here we go.
âYou have your own privacy, despite what happened, and youâre nearly an adult and I trust you to be responsible,â he began, much to my surprise. âJust keep up with your mess and your grades, and keep me in the loop.â
He stressed the last part and I knew it was a compromise heâd made with himself. He wonât helicopter-parent me as long as I donât need him too. The ache in my throat intensified and my vision blurred for a different reason that had nothing to do with the rain.
Charlie was trying. Really trying. For me. Even though I resisted, even though I made everything difficult for everyone. Even though I was trouble. Guilt flooded my chest. I never thought about the consequences when everything went down, I was too focused on making sure nobody died. I had no foresight and now my quiet and sweet dad was dealing with the fallout.
I made my decision then. No more trouble, no destruction, no more arrests. He wouldnât get any light night calls - at least, not about me. Charlie is a chief of police so I imagined he got late night calls often. I would keep my head down and focus on school. No fights, no skipping, no sleeping in class. I could do this for my dad. I could be the daughter he deserved instead of the one he got saddled with.
âYou donât want to talk about what happened?â I whispered, casting my eyes down to stare at my beat up shoes. I had spent the last couple of weeks before the move retelling my version of events over and over again for the cops, Renee, the school board (before I was expelled) and juvenile courts. It had been a chore then, I was simply trying to get out of trouble without incriminating myself further. But with Charlie, my dad, I wanted him to see me for who I was, and understand what I was trying to do, at least partially. No one could ever know the whole truth, and no one would ever know just how bad it wouldâve been if I hadnât intervened.
I felt a worn, warm hand cup the back of my head, fingers stroking my hair carefully, as if unsure. I looked up to see a tear slip down Charlieâs cheek.
âThis is a new start, Bells. Iâm going to make sure it never happens again.â
What if Bella met and befriended a different Cullen when she moved to Forks? What if she fell for a different brother? And what if⊠she already knew about the supernatural world that coexists with her human world?
Emmett Cullen did not have many friends. Despite the fact that he was enthusiastic and sunny-dispositioned, with undeniable southern charm, getting along with his peers was an uphill battle. He didnât blame his human classmates, he was a vampire - and a very large one, at that - not that they knew that. It was in their nature to avoid his kind, but it didnât make it any easier to only have his wife and pseudo-siblings to hang out with.
Bella Swan also did not have many friends. Or any. A natural consequence of an inconsistent upbringing and having adult responsibilities at only seven. Added trauma and a long streak of unexplainable destruction that follows her around, sheâs virtually a social pariah, not that anyone knows the full story, or ever will. Sheâs hoping that starting anew in sleepy little Forks will be the added quiet in her life that everyone seems to think sheâll benefit from.
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Slice of life!Twilight retelling with (Platonic)Bella x Emmett and eventual (Romantic)Bella x Jasper (DONâT LIKE, DONâT READ)
Minors DNI, there will be mentions and themes involving the following:
Sex
Death
Gore
Child abuse
Gore
Depictions/fantasies of violence
Mental illness
I hope those who are interested enjoy, and those who arenât give it a small chance, even if itâs just a crack fic to you.
*Bella and Edward sitting in their meadow, just coexisting and enjoying the rare sunny weather*
Edward (thinking): Ugh, her lovely face is so pensive. What I would give to know what novel thoughts she must be musing. Perhaps she is finally considering ending our courtship due to the monstrosity that resides in my being in place of a soul.
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