three twilight centi_50 entries

[bebitched]

title: caution: contents hot
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): edward/bella
rating: pg
word count: 100
prompt:  unmellow yellow for centi_50  
spoilers: none.

summary: bella entrusts edward with the task of making popcorn. it does not end well.

“This reads like an instruction manual for a weapons-range missile. Are you sure it’s safe?”

I eyed his concerned expression, then the bag of popcorn.

“Are you serious?”

He jabbed the bold writing accusingly. PLACE THIS SIDE UP. The …or your kitchen will catch on fire was implicit in that statement, but I wasn’t telling.

“Just…” I patted him reassuringly, “…use the microwave preset.” I patted his shoulder. “I believe in you.” I jogged upstairs before he could protest.

I shouldn’t have joked.

We examined smoldering bag in the sink, blackened and smoking.

“You said to just press the button.”

title: team whatshisname 
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): jessica/jacob
rating: pg
word count: 100
prompt:  leather jacket for centi_50  
spoilers: takes place during eclipse

summary: jessica has always had a thing for bad boys.

You couldn’t tell from her dating record, but Jessica has a thing for bad boys. There’s just something about a boy who can properly smirk that makes her knees positively weak.

So when the drama of Bella’s latest romancapades begins to unfold in the parking lot, it’s no wonder she can’t keep her eyes off the contender on the motorcycle.

With his hair slicked back he could almost be an ethnic James Dean, missing only a cigarette dangling from his lips. He gives her a hard look when he catches her staring before he quirks an eyebrow and-

Edward who?

title: just rearranging hell 
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): bella/victoria
rating: pg13 (femslash, violence)
word count: 100
prompt:  cinnamon satin for centi_50  
spoilers: none
author's note: title from cake's "cool blue reason"

summary: au. victoria decides bella is more useful alive.

Bella’s eyes redden until they’re the color of cinnamon, spice drops appraising her victims as their own widened eyes fill with milk and then no longer blink. Her gaze now matches her lover’s hair and gets tangled in her cork-screw curls, an endless grape vine caught fire.

Victoria nips at her neck, her ankles, her last mate’s scar left imprinted on Bella’s wrist. Most often it’s playful, teasing, but sometimes her bites turn vicious, punishing. The redhead still blames her; she just decided Bella would be more suited filling a vacancy, instead of her blood’s revenge painted across Edward’s wall.