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Meeting and Dating Edward Dalton
(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)
(human s/o)
- There’s a stretch of land outside of town that hasn’t been touched in ages. It's the discarded remains of a once busy urban neighborhood. A place that's been torn apart and left in shambles after a series of events that you weren’t around to witness. There’s a layer of dust on everything you haven’t bothered moving, like a poorly kept museum of all things mundane. It's the evidence of hundreds of peoples lives that you really don’t have the heart to rifle through; not unless absolutely necessary.
- You don’t know its story, but you’ve come to call it home. It’s the safest place you’ve found in a considerably long time: a lot of sun and not a lot of shade. You have a running hypothesis that someone, somewhere decided that turning the area into something more sustainable; particularly for the new world order of night-dwelling monsters, simply wasn't worth the effort. It's a decision that's left even it's darkest spaces uninhabited; the only signs of life being the occasional passing car.
- Though you're not as jumpy as you used to be; lured into a false sense of security by the continual absence of dangerous company, you still find yourself feeling like a deer in the middle of an empty forest. You freeze at every little sound, watch for any hint of danger, bolt at any suspicion of company.
- You wonder if Edward makes the same connection when the two of you meet for the first time. You wonder if he feels like the opposite: feels like a prowling wolf when he stands in the shadows, watching the sun glint off of your hair from his place in the absence of it. You wonder how many deer's have seen the same glowing pin pricks in the middle of the darkness surrounding them. You wonder how many of them knew that the flickering lights meant death.
- A part of you doesn’t believe it when you see the amber shine of his eyes, maybe because you really don’t want to believe it: don’t want to believe that you’re going to have to leave, to find another home after all of this time. Your stomach drops and you hope that there’s some explainable reason as to why you’re seeing those two little lights: like when you envision a body out of random clothes and furniture in the darkness of your bedroom.
- But there’s no explanation, none besides the obvious, and you’re forced to stand frozen in place as you wait for them to make a move, knowing that the two of you are equally trapped, one in the sunlight and the other in the shade.
“You’re human.” He says in surprise, glowing eyes moving as he tilts his head in the darkness, trying to look at you closer without risking a potential burn from the sun which separates you. You stagger further away, further into the heat of the light behind you, and he assures you that it’s okay, that he’s not going to hurt you. You don’t believe him.
“What are you doing here?” You question, eyes flickering around the room for a potential weapon. You’re safe for the time being, but that won’t last forever.
“I used to work around here when I was younger. The grocery store down the road, I stocked the shelves in high school,” He starts to explain, pausing to look for a sign of recognition in your eyes. You keep your expression guarded and he continues. “I remembered it the other day. I wanted to see what happened to it, that’s all.”
“In the daytime?”
“The only time I have off.” He replies lightheartedly. You don’t offer a smile.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to come here and scare you. I didn’t think I was gonna find anyone. Everyone thinks this place is abandoned.” He tries reassuring you.
“That’s kind of the point.” You reply curtly.
“Yeah, but….” His words trails off.
“But?” You prod warily.
“Well, they’re tearing it down,” He answers. “Everyone’s been talking about it, it’s part of why I came down here. They’re gonna salvage what they can and build around it. Block out the sun.”
“You’re not, you’re not gonna be safe here for very much longer. I’m actually surprised that no one’s found you yet. With all of the planning that’s been going on, there’s had to have been dozens of people coming down here and scoping everything out. How long have you been here?” He questions, though you can't bring yourself to answer him, still trying to process what he's just revealed to you.
- You'd seen it coming of course, anyone with half a brain would have seen it coming. But that was when you'd first discovered the area: when you were still hiding away from every shadow and tensing at every sudden noise. If it was going to happen, then it would have happened already: you'd told yourself. And over time, you'd actually begun to believe it. You'd convinced yourself that the rest of the world had forgotten about the deserted town, the same way they'd forgotten about you....
- The thought of dozens of vampires stumbling through the place you'd begun to call your home made you sick. The thought of them crawling through the streets and the corridors of different buildings, of their fingerprints dusting over your own on all of the same railings and door handles, of them just barely missing you....
"You should come with me." The man interrupts your inner breakdown. The idea is almost enough to make you laugh but instead, you simply look at him like he's crazy.
"I-I know you have no reason to trust me, but there's gonna be a lot more vampires coming down here. I mean, maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon. And there's nothing left around here, everything's been torn down, it's ...taken over. ...I have a spare bedroom at my place-" He rambles, urging you to listen to him, to agree to come home with him.
"Do you really expect me to take you up on that offer?" You interrupt, asking the question incredulously. He flounders for something to say, very obviously knowing that you wouldn't agree yet still hoping that you would.
"No," He finally comes up with. "But you should."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not like them."
- His efforts in convincing you to leave with him are about as successful as one could imagine. You adamantly refuse, blatantly dodging his questions and attempts to wrangle information out of you: information about what you'll do and where you'll go once the rest of his kind start to invade. He ultimately leaves you alone, though not before giving you his home address. And in the days that follow, you're forced to admit that Edward was telling the truth.
- Vampires do start to invade, and though none of them ever come as close as he did, you know that you're running out of time. You have to make your escape and you have to make it fast, make it before anyone else can discover that you're there. So with little other choice, you find yourself sneaking into your supposed allies quiet little suburb....
- He answers the door with a hint of confusion, probably because there's no one on the other side of it, at least no one that he can see. You're hiding a little ways away, your mind telling you not to reveal yourself until you're sure that he's alone; not to mention whether or not you're sure that you've arrived at the right house. He looks awestruck when you finally emerge, stilling at the sight of you before he quickly ushers you inside, looking around to ensure that no ones watching as you hesitantly step past him and through his front door.
- You're sure that your discomfort is obvious, and though he tries to hide it, Edward seems equally as uncomfortable in your presence as you are in his. It feels as though he didn't think he'd get this far, and now that he has, he's unsure of what to do next. He settles for showing you around, jumping from thing to thing as you slowly trail after him, watching as he demonstrates how to turn on the shower, and the coffee maker, and the security system, and so on.
"I uh, I drink pigs blood." He explains when the two of you reach his kitchen. He awkwardly glances from you to the bottles stacked in his fridge, seemingly hemming and hawing over how much of the shelves he should show you, worrying that he'll make you even more wary of your newfound predicament. "All animal product ...so you uh, you don't have to worry."
- He tells you to let him know if there's anything you need or will be needing in the future while he shows you to your room. He flicks the lights on and continues his tour. The room is neater than the rest of the house, lacking the stacked books and boxes of documents that seem to reside along the molding of every other wall in the house. It's simple and barren, almost sterile looking; especially in comparison to the very lived-in apartments that you'd grown used to residing in ever since humans went into hiding.
- It's surprisingly easy to get used to living with Edward. When you'd first arrived, you'd spent a week or so walking on eggshells; feeling like a nervous cat being taken home from the shelter. But it's hard to be afraid of a man who seems equally as afraid of you. It's also hard to be afraid of a man who rambles awkwardly about period products, and whether or not it's okay that he got chunky peanut butter instead of smooth because that's "all they had at the store". Not to mention, a man who's hit his head; and limbs, multiple times after being startled by your sudden arrival.
- Edward grows on you. And, judging from his recently longstanding lack of injuries, you've seemed to grow on him as well.
- You grow on him so much, in fact, that it starts to make him nervous. There’s a feeling that bubbles in his chest whenever you smile at him. It surfaces when you let him touch you, let him feel your pulse lingering beneath his fingers when he puts a hand on your shoulder or clasps your necklace. It claws at him when you stop to fix his hair in the evening before he leaves for work, or when you hand him the papers he forgot at the table. He realizes, with a feeling akin to realizing that you're at the edge of a cliff, that he's begun to fall in love with you. And thus, his inner conflict begins....
- Edward finds it far too easy to forget you're not together. His mind wanders when he's away from you, when his skin still tingles from the feeling of your touch. When you leave the room and the warmth of your body still lingers on whatever you'd been laying on. When you borrow his coat and give it back to him heated and laced with perfume. When he returns home and finds you waiting for him, his unpleasant thoughts interrupted by the sight of your face. For a few blissful moments, he allows himself to pretend that you're his: that you love him back and that you never plan on leaving, that you're not by his side purely out of personal convenience.
- He finds himself wanting to indulge you because in doing so, he indulges himself. He takes pleasure in making you happy, in knowing that he's, in some way, responsible for making you feel that way. It feels so ...domestic being able to take care of you, a bit like he's your husband. It's a fantasy that's broken when you happen to come across another human during one of your carefully planned outings.
- He watches you stare at each other from his place in the shadows. Watches you hurriedly introduce yourselves, shock, excitement, and relief flooding across both of your features. It's a sobering sight, a quick and harsh reminder that he has no “power over you”. That, no matter how much effort he puts into making you happy or how desperately he wants you to care about him, there's still nothing tying you to him. He wonders if he’d even be a thought in your head if that stranger asked you to go with them.
- He weighs his options before he slowly steps out into the open. The sound of his footsteps drawing the attention away from you and onto him. He watches the panic rise, watches the stranger make a move to run, grabbing your arm and attempting to pull you with them; to pull you away from him. The sight makes his stomach churn, a feeling that's only partially relieved when you plant your feet and refuse to move.
- There's a hint of betrayal that crosses their features when you try to explain the situation. When the realization dawns on them; when it becomes obvious that the two of you are together, they drop your arm as though they've been burned. They don't listen as you try to reason with them, they merely back away and hurriedly leave.
"Lets go." You tell him when they're finally gone, your voice and expression giving him nothing to work with when trying to gauge how you're feeling. He apologizes for scaring them away while the two of you drive home in silence. 'It's probably for the best': you tell him and he swallows at the sound of it, wondering what you mean.
- Edward is selfless when it comes to you, but he finds himself wanting to be selfish. He wants to beg you to consider him: to consider how perfect things could be if you just gave him a chance. He knows he could make you happy: could make you want to stay forever.
- But he can't bring himself to pressure you. So instead, he settles for something smaller. Settles for biting his tongue when he finds himself thinking you'd be better off somewhere else. Settles or hesitating to respond when you mention other humans. Settles for halfheartedly advising against it whenever you ask to go searching for something or someone or somewhere. To deny you is one thing, to procrastinate and refuse to instigate is another. Isn't it?
"Maybe we should start looking for more people downtown," You suggest one night. The words make his throat feel tight and though he has a million questions racing through his mind, he remains silent and waits for you to speak again. When you do, it's with a joking tone. "I'm sure you'd like to get me out of your hair at ...some point."
"I like having you here." He says after a heavy swallow. It sucks all of the lightheartedness out of the room: far too earnest and full of restrained emotion. The moment of silence which follows feels tense, almost suffocating. He interrupts it with an almost melancholic goodnight, leaving you to overthink things all on your own for the rest of the "night".
- The house feels different after that, different in a way you can't quite place. It reminds you of when you first arrived at Edwards home, when he was always either too quiet or too talkative: watching you silently or rambling nervously in an attempt to fill the silence.
- The night he cooks you dinner is a night where he's chosen to be silent. He seems hyper focused on the meal he's preparing: deep in thought as though there's something on his mind other than the task at hand. When he cracks open an expensive bottle of wine, you teasingly ask if you're celebrating something, trying to lighten the tense mood that's seemed to permeate the air as soon as he'd gotten home from work. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and an unconvincing chuckle in response, pouring you a glass with a hand that trembles ever so slightly.
"The time I've spent with you these past few months has meant a lot to me," You've finished half of your plate by the time he's gathered the nerve to finally reveal what's been eating away at him. "And that day when we met the other human, it proved to me how much you have come to mean to me. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want us to stay together. I don't care where: whether it's here or somewhere else. I just want to be with you."
- Your throat feels tight by the time he's finished, choked with emotion as your heart hammers in your chest. His eyes meet yours over the table, shining like candlelight while you give him a shaky smile, trying to collect yourself and all of the nerves that are going haywire at his makeshift confession.
"I don't want to pressure you-" He starts when you struggle to respond.
"-You're not." You hurriedly insist, watching the way he slowly begins to smile after reading the expression on your face.
- You share your first kiss not long after. You hear him come into the room before you see him, feel his hands on your body before you can turn to look. His touch is featherlight as it glides across your skin, lingering gently on your shoulders before he slowly turns you around, stepping just that bit closer before he softly connects your lips. The feel of them is icy, a sharp contrast to the warmth of your own. He exhales harshly as he takes it in, his body shuddering pleasantly at the unfamiliar sensation. His kisses grow needier when you don't pull away, pulling every thought out of your head and making you forget what you'd been doing just moments before.
- You think you'd be okay with forgetting everything as long as he kept kissing you like that....
- Public displays of affection are sort of nonapplicable in your relationship. Since you're human and humans are considered enemies of the state, no one can know that you exist, and even if they did, they cannot know that the two of you are together. Even if you're in front of other humans, it's not wise for you to let them know that the two of you are dating: not knowing how much they'll trust you if they knew, or what kind of danger you could get into it because of it. You are; or the two of you are, for all intents and purposes, a secret.
- Edward marvels at your humanity: the feel of your heartbeat, the heat of your skin. It's been ten years since he was human and he's nearly forgotten the feeling of it, making it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. Oftentimes, his affection is innocent: caressing you and trailing his fingers down your arms and spine, watching your body shiver and react. Even before the two of you were together, he'd struggle to contain himself: wanting so badly to touch you yet knowing it wasn't his place; his hands shaking with needy anticipation every time you were close to him.
- Him pressing his lips to your forehead before connecting his own forehead to the exact same spot, holding you close to him as he savors the moment and the feel of you locked in his arms.
- You probably have a scar from when the two of you first met, and he sometimes likes to press kisses to it or smooth his fingers across the harsh line; absentmindedly trailing a soft caress against the marred skin and reminiscing about your relationship.
- His kisses have a tendency to be chaste yet they still manage to linger. There's a lasting neediness behind his affection, even when the action itself is nothing of the sort. Although, sometimes he loses himself in the moment before having to force himself to pull away, struggling to stay in control as his desires and his impulses take hold of him. You're an addiction he has to grow used to; for your sake and for his own.
- Cuddling up on the couch together.
- He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch so you usually have to poke him awake and urge him into bed with you. You also have to keep a somewhat nocturnal schedule yourself if you want to be able to cuddle with him. He's a busy man so most of the time you spend with each other is spent in bed, having him wrap himself around you from behind and murmur quietly in your ear.
- He usually just calls you by your given name or a casual nickname. He's not a sappy person; especially when it comes to terms of endearment, so the farthest he'll go is calling you sweetheart or affectionately referring to you as his heating pad or something of the sort. That being said: he has shocked you by earnestly calling you "his sun", making you want to cry with how sweet and genuine it sounded falling from his lips.
- Earnest little compliments spoken out of nowhere. You'll be doing nothing special and he'll just randomly interrupt you with a "you're so beautiful"; sometimes before you even realize he was there and/or watching you. The way he says it makes it seem as though it was something he just had to tell you, the level of sincerity in it making your heart skip a beat.
- He can honestly stare at you for ages. You've sort of become like an exotic beauty: the normal colored eyes, squared teeth, skin with more pigment than ashy paleness, etc.
- You also find yourself staring: safely indulging in the foreign beauty of something you're meant to fear. He gets a bit shy under your gaze which only ever seems to make him even more handsome.
- He's the perfect sketching partner to have if you happen to be an artist because he generally stays pretty still regardless of what he's doing; making it relatively easy to doodle away while he's lost in thought or busy with his own work.
- Parallel play. He likes being able to do his work and/or read while you occupy yourself in the same space as him.
- Having him read to you. Your boyfriend has the voice of an angel, and he kind of loves it whenever you curl up next to him and ask him to read aloud, brushing off his attempts to tell you that it's boring science stuff and that you wouldn't be interested in it. You tell him that it's "even better" and that he can bore you to sleep as you nuzzle into him, smiling to yourself as he readjusts himself and starts to speak.
- Him giving you massages. They're kind of just excuses for him to touch you for prolonged periods of time, but that's neither here nor there.
- Dancing around to the radio with him.
- Having dinner together. I feel like he'd enjoy cooking for you and though he's initially embarrassed by the idea of eating in front of you, he slowly starts to get used to it.
- Since normal food is kind of hard to come by, he probably sets up a home garden for vegetables and other edible things; not telling you about the specifics until things start actually growing so that he doesn't get your hopes up. The smile on your face when you realize what he's been doing all [this] time makes all of the trouble and the hard work worth while.
- Getting little lectures on all of his plants. Sitting patiently and listening to him explain all of the different conditions and strains of orchids that there are, and how if they get too much water they get root rot and this and that. He probably gets you potted pants more than flowers because it looks less suspicious for a single man in his "30s" to bring home a succulent rather than an entire bouquet.
- Getting brough home little treats: pastries, chocolates, etc. He always double checks to make sure they don't contain any blood, yet there has been a few incidents that you're forced to laugh off in an attempt to make him feel better and end his mortification.
- Edward is the chief hematologist of a major corporation: the man has mad money and he likes to spoil you however he can. He takes note of all of the things you like and talk about so that he can go out and get them for you.; since you're sort of incapable of leaving the house and buying them for yourself.
- He undoubtedly gets you new clothes to wear once the two of you start living together; or goes on a run with you to help you grab your old belongings, but nothing compares to when you first joined him at his home and had to wear his clothes because you didn't have any of your own. It's seared into his memory and it's very erotic for him. Like, he might have to jump you if you wear his clothes after the fact because now you're his and he can finally act on those impulses; instead of repressing them like he was forced to do before then.
- Personalized jewelry.
- Getting asked by him if he looks okay since he cant see himself in any mirrors or other reflection's. He always stays still and cherishes your little touches as you adjust things for him: smiling at you softly as you brush his hair back or do his tie for him.
- Remembering to lock up his house for him. He's notorious for forgetting to do so and getting his place consistently broken into, but he tries to be better about it now that he has you: not being able to afford the risk of someone walking in and finding you.
- You may or may not have a habit of biting him and he may or may not find it really amusing. I mean it's obviously pretty ironic given the situation, but he also likes how not scared of him you are and the teasing playfulness behind the action. It also might turn him on a little but he's not prepared to delve into those confusing feelings right now so lets not talk about it.
- He thinks it's kind of cute when you try to celebrate his birthday with him: smiling at you fondly as you peck him on the cheek and make jokes about him "looking great for his age". He probably calls you his gift whenever you make comments about not really being able to get him one, pulling you in and kissing you on the temple after blowing out his candles.
- He tries to dissuade you from smoking and drinking, wanting you to be as healthy as possible for as long as possible. He'd probably try to cut back on his own smoking as well, muttering shyly about secondhand smoke whenever you ask him about it.
- There's something so ...human about the way you tell jokes: so much so that he can't help but smile and laugh along with you; even though he's a little rusty when it comes to indulging in comedy. You have to grow used to his sense of humor as well: learn to love the dry delivery of his somewhat stunted attempts at being funny. You might not always realize he's trying to joke with you, but you get better with it over time.
- Edward genuinely can't remember what it's like to be human so he occasionally asks you little open ended questions in your more quieter moments together: questioning how your mind or body works, asking about your fears and emotions, etc. In return, you ask him to tell you about vampirism: listening intently to his words, noticing how they always seem to take a sour turn....
- Edward really yearns to be human so he'd probably try to avoid changing you for as long as possible, perhaps even outright refusing to let you go through with it if you expressed interest. It's an emotional thing for him, something he holds back and represses, yet something you can still see affecting him all of the time: the want to be you even when he's so successful and safe being him. It hurts to see, to feel it in his touches and hear it in his voice: the remorse and the envy and the agony that he tries so hard to conceal. There's a lingering melancholy that resides in some of the moments between the two of you: in the way that he comments on little things or tells you that you should do something; noticing right away that it's a sort of attempt to live vicariously through you.
- Speaking of, he enjoys watching you do things that he can't: basking in the sun, eating real food, drinking plain water, etc. There's a hint of sadness there, but you still indulge him, smiling at and kissing him before going through with it.
- Bringing things out of the sunlight to show to him.
- Secret meeting places and hideouts.
- The two of you mostly go out during the day, cruising in his car and making stops in shaded areas. It keeps the two of you safe from everyone's prying eyes and it's nice to get some fresh air after being stuck in the house all night.
- He always tries to refuse your blood: even when you insist that he drinks it because it's safer than the alternative of him going around without getting his fill; and because he's literally risking his own life when fighting to keep you safe. He still hesitates; even as you make jokes about it being humanely sourced, only following through when you tell him that it'll make you more comfortable. He gets used to it but he never gets entitled, and the puppy dog lovey eyes that he gives you whenever you give him a drink makes any pain that might come from it worthwhile. Frankie bitingly calls you his "bloodbag" when he first notices what must be going on, and it truly enrages Edward every time.
- Comforting him after his fights with Frankie.
- You probably have a couple tense moments with his brother; if he even knows you exist at all. There'd be times where he'd show up at the house unannounced and you'd sit in silence, his eyes trained on you in a somewhat predatory fashion. You'd stay stock still until Edward returned home and sorted things out, feeling the tension between the two of you boil and your stomach tie up in knots, not knowing if he'll turn you just because. He tries to be nice but regardless of his temperament and how much you may or may not arguably like him, you still struggle to fully trust him; especially since Edward doesn't seem to as well.
- Honestly though, there's probably even more tension between the two of them now because Frankie would want Edward to finally understand why he did what he did, viewing your predicament as similar to his own. Someone you love is capable of dying and leaving you all alone, don't you get it Edward? It would piss Frankie off to see him still be so conflicted: to see that he still couldn't understand, that he refused to understand. He hates to hear him say that he's not going to change you: that he didn't want to be turned so why would he force it on you? It's like pouring salt in the wound.
- Hiding away when company comes or somebody threatens to stumble across you, sometimes pressed against one another so tightly that he can hear/feel your heart beating a mile a minute. He sets up a certain place in his house where you're meant to go whenever you think someone's coming over, ensuring that no one finds you and keeping you out of harms way.
- Doing your best to protect him from the sun.
- Reassuring him and trying to help him let go of some of his guilt after he comes home from work. He goes into the office everyday and sees the tortured faces of his test subjects right before coming home and seeing your bright and cheery loveliness. It just makes his work even harder: to think that they were once like you and that you could, at some point, be just like them....
- He probably keeps your picture or a note you've written him in his wallet/on his person at all times. Yet the feeling of it seems to burn against his skin whenever he's feeling guilty: a reminder of what he's involved in; a question of how he can love you yet do that to them....
- Considering the fact that you can't really leave his house, there's not a lot of instances where Edward has the chance to be jealous over you. There might be a few fleeting moments of him getting a little annoyed with his younger brother for asking to touch you or things of the like, but it's anyone's guess as to whether that has to do with actual jealousy or just plain protectiveness. That being said: most of Edwards jealousy is retroactive. You'll mention, or maybe even introduce him to, one of your ex's and though he'll try to be normal about it, he'll find himself gritting his teeth and acting a bit passive aggressive. It's those "oh really" and "I bet he is" sort of statements that give him away.
- Edward protects you with his mind rather than his fists. He protects you by putting himself on the line for you, by keeping you out of harms way, by convincing his brother that he's going to change you when you're closer in age, etc. He's incredibly protective but due to his intelligence and careful planning, you don't get to witness the effects of it all too often.
- The two of you don't argue often, but sometimes you manage to tick him off the same way his younger brother does. He wants to be seen as the man of the house: to be respected and thought of as being in charge. When you don't listen to him or undermine him in some way, you hit a bit of a nerve. He might raise his voice if he gets really annoyed, but most of the time, he just acts a bit mockingly: smirking, and scoffing, and looking away/rolling his eyes. Occasionally, he acts impulsively and regrets it after the fact: immediately feeling bad whenever you get upset and walk away, wanting to say something to you but not knowing what.
- Silent treatments and tense houses are commonplace after arguments. Edward stews in silence when he's angry, he keeps his words short and he grits his teeth. You're dating a man with sass so expect to encounter it. If he misses you enough, he'll cut the standoff short. And, even though he's still annoyed, he'll push past it and try to talk things out.
"Sit down," He'll borderline command, wincing slightly at the way it comes out. " ...please? Lets talk."
- Edward tells you that he loves you a lot; especially during difficult times when he wants to reiterate how much you mean to him. He wants you to know that, even though he's going through some stressful things that might have him acting out of character, he still cares for you very deeply.
- Edward wants to find a way to become human for you. He views vampirism as unsustainable, unfulfilling, sometimes even dangerous. He's not happy being what he is and he wont be happy turning you into one either. Not to mention the fact that he wants a family with you....
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Hello lovely. I saw your post, hope your asks are still open. Thank you so much for your kind offer 😊
I feel very horrid, just been back from hospital. Long covid. Looking for an uplift. My pronouns are she/her.
I love art, writing, being creative. I love cooking and snuggling up on the sofa with warm cosy clothes, blankets, drinking cocoa and chatting. I love gardens and growing things.
Thank you 🥰
WAHHH I am so sorry you were sick! I'm double sorry this took me forever; it's nice to do something for you too. You interact with a lot of my work! ❤️
That being said I assign you...
Edward Dalton.
Edward Dalton x Reader
Warnings: Some NSFW, biting/blood drinking (the guy is a vampire, lmao), established relationship, comfort, and general fluff vibes with some angst on his end.
(This is unedited!)
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When his lips touched your throat, the world fell quiet. All you could hear was the frantic thrum of your pulse and the quiet drone of news on a distant television. Edward stills like he's reconsidering, and the breath that huffs through his nostrils tells you he's at war.
"I-it's okay."
He tenses and withdraws completely. Dismayed, you watch as the heavy eyed vampire settles back against the couch and looks away from you. His brows vex while his lips press to a thin line of a frown. You soften and crawl to him on the couch, reaching to encompass one of his cold hands inside your warm ones. This happened frequently enough to become routine. Edward was complex and the only vampire you knew who refused to drink human blood.
"I can't."
"I know."
Fingers twitch inside your palms, and you watch as his body stiffens. Edward isn't looking at you now, and your experience tells you that he's blaming himself. Patiently, you draw a blanket around the two of you and shift to lean your weight into his side. Edward is unmoving, but you hear his breath catch as your head drops to his shoulder. Neither of you say anything for what seems like an hour.
"You really want me to?"
His voice tugs you out of your dozing state, and you take a moment to process what he's asking. Edward finally turned his head, his face inches from your own while those haunted citrine eyes burn into yours. He looks sunken more than usual. The grooves under his cheek bones were deeper, and his eyes held bags beneath them.
He needed to eat.
"What are you asking me, Edward? If I want you to bite me or I want you to feed?" He winces at your tone and drops his gaze ashamedly. "You know the answer," You soften your words and cup his chin to look at you. "I'm okay with it, really I am. I'm not just saying that because, first of all, I know that shit is gonna hurt. And secondly, maybe I really trust you."
That tugs something in the man as he smiles faintly and turns his head to kiss into your palm. He can hear your pulse and the strong beat of your heart against your ribs. Your scent, healthy and young, appealing to him even more now that he was nearly starving. Mouth watering, Edward swallowed and brought you closer. There is a moment he looks at you, disbelieving he ever deserved you to begin with.
"If it starts to hurt too much, i-if you feel like you're gonna pass out, anything, I need you to try stop me." There is gravity to his words. If he lost control drinking from you, he could quite easily rip your throat and kill you on this couch. There would not be a single thing you could do to stop him. He was afraid of himself and afraid of hurting you.
You smile and nod as your thumb brushes his bottom lip. It was enough, and Edward kisses you. It's breathtaking, and your eyes fly closed as he envelopes you in his arms. His tongue flicks between your lips, and you greet him with your own. He groans softly, straining to keep his composure as he tastes you. Withdrawing and leaving you gasping, he kisses along your jaw and towards your neck. Goosebumps prickle on your skin as you dip your head back, exposing the arch of your throat.
Mouthing your flesh, Edward kitten licks over your pulse once again. You can feel his body tense and his chest swell as he braces himself. Your eyes are closed, holding perfectly still and trying not to tense - Edward mentioned something about tensing and making it difficult to bite through the skin. The pause this time is shorter, and you feel the scrape of his teeth as his jaws begin to open.
The breaking of flesh was a pain you'd never experienced before. You gasp as your hands fly to grasp his sides and curl into his shirt. An ache spread up your neck and down into your arm. Edward gasps above you as his jaws lock, and his grip becomes bruising. The warmth was leaving you steadily now as you spilled into his lips, your heart hammering so hard you thought it might pop. He groans into your skin, his tongue lashing against you as he sucks, he was losing himself in it, unable to think clearly while the primal desire to feed overwhelms his frontal lobe.
When your head began to swim and numbness prickled in your arms, you knew you were close to passing out. "Edward," your voice sounded far away. "I'm not feeling so well." It was difficult to speak. You were exhausted in a way you had never felt before. "Please." You whimper, unsure of how long it'd been and if you had lost enough for your heart to stop. In the moment, you can briefly recall hearing about humans only being able to lose about half a gallon of blood before dying.
There's a noise that escapes Edward that startles you. He dug his fingers tighter into your back before he wrenches his mouth off of you with a strangled gasp. Black spots burst in your eyes as you look up at him, hardly recognizing the blown pupils and bloody mouth of your lover. You're trying to talk, but your tongue is heavy and throat dry. As you lose consciousness, you hear a pained whimper; "I'm sorry,"
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You awoke to a cool cloth against your forehead. All your senses needed time to reboot; you could hear the distant tv, smell something fragrant beside you, and feel the damp compress on your face. As your eyes open, you realize you are in the bedroom, and you sigh in relief. You hadn't died, which meant Edward kept himself under control.
"You're up!"
Edward steps into the room, holding a glass of water. He looks healthier, his face thickened, and his eyes sparkling. You smile to yourself and admire him for a moment as he draws closer and sits in the chair beside you. When he offers the water, you take it and drink eagerly while he watches. "You scared me, I thought I'd taken too much." He admits while he lays a hand against your leg.
"Nah, I'm just a wuss." You smile at him, and he smiles back.
"You weren't scared, were you?" He says suddenly, his eyes round as he searches your expression. Edward was always relentlessly concerned about you. You knew that this was a loaded question that would undoubtedly make him nervous.
"Not for a single second," you say, laying your hand over his. "I trust you, always and forever." There is something that moves in him, and you watch while he struggles with it. Edward felt undeserving of love due to what he was, and often times fought himself about having you around. You hoped in time you could heal that, and show him that - dead or undead - he was owed the world.
A smile tugs his lips, and he presses them to your temple. "I'll bring you something to eat, what would you like?" You watch as he stands and heads for the door, loving him for every single thing about him, including the droplets of your blood that still stained his white collar.
"Anything with red meat. Preferably bloody."
#ethan hawke#edward dalton headcannons#edward dalton headcannon#edward dalton x you#edward dalton x reader#edward dalton headcanon#edward dalton#edward dalton headcanons
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#4 with Goodnight,Jolly,and Edward
(From this list!)
4. write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book
Write a book with - Goodnight
I just know he has so many stories to tell and would not doubt read some parts out loud for your opinion do that's a plus. Would enjoy the quality time doing something so....domestic. Would also sneak in to write some more when he can't sleep.
Read a book to - Edward
My man needs to relax so throw on a heated blanket, let him cuddle up close or lay directly on top of you, and read to him. He would definitely start purring if you scratch at his scalp while reading.
Hit with a book - Jolly
He would probably pout and complain that it's boring, not a bodice-ripping steamy romance, and would therefore bug the ever-loving shit out of you the entire time you're reading. A book flying at his head is probably a normal occurrence tbh.
#this was fun!#Goodnight Robicheaux#Edward Dalton#jolly the pimp#goodnight robicheaux headcanon#Edward Dalton headcanons#jolly the space pimp headcanons#the maagnificent seven#daybreakers#valerian and the city of a thousand planets headcanons#Ethan Hawke#Ethan Hawke headcanons#Ethan Hawke x Reader#persephone answers
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Ich fühle mich so schlecht. Ich habe keine Lust zu Leben. Ich will niech mehr Leben. Danke.
#charlie dalton#dead poets headcanons#meeks x charlie#dead poets society#edward norton#neil perry#fight club#steven meeks#gerard pitts#dead poets
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Okay but this looks so fun! 💙
put three names & a number in my ask
some fmk alternatives
stab, shoot or drown
fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with
fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with
write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book
go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey
go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with
go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with
share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with
watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with
netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against
#send me stuff!#Ethan Hawke#Arthur Harrow#Goodnight Robicheaux#Edward Dalton#James Sandin#Albert Shaw#Moon Knight#The Black Phone#the Purge#Ernst Roller#First Reformed#David Harbour#alexei shostakov/red guardian#marvel cinematic universe#chief jim hopper#Stranger things#Russell Millings#adopt a highway#Ethan Hawke x Reader#Ethan Hawke headcanons#persephone speaks
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For reference (since i mentioned it in my latest poll)~
Completed October Requests:
Meeting and Courting Dracula
Meeting and Dating Jerry Dandridge (2011)
Meeting and Dating Kevin Wendell Crumb
Poly Earl and Valentine (Tremors)
Meeting David Allen Griffin (too long for one post/working on dating headcanons too)
Lestat wooing you
The second version of "Meeting Jerry Dandridge" (though I might release that outside of October)
Meeting and dating Bert (Cabin Fever)
Meeting and Dating Roman Bridger
Meeting and Dating Edward Dalton
Spending Halloween with Chad Corey Dylan
Poly Sydney and Tatum
October requests I'm working on/close to completing:
TBD….
Completed September Requests/normal requests:
Meeting and Dating Chozen Toguchi
Meeting and Dating Alex Law
Meeting and Dating Zorg
Being friends with Martha and Veronica
#amongst other old drafts that ill hopefully be able to finally finish#and other requests im planning on completing in time
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Danny Darling headcanons;
His full name is Daniel Cooper Stuart-Darling of Darling Coast, but he prefers to go by Danny.
He was born and raised in Darling Coast by his parents—Wendy Darling and Edward Stuart.
He is 19 years old by the time the events of the Pocket Watch/Rise of Red take place.
He has two older siblings—Jane (34) and William (26).
Danny also has 7 first cousins (Jeremiah, Wilma, Diana, Moria, Jamie, Wallace, and Dalton) and 5 second cousins (Millie, Conrad, Chains, Shelly, and Warpaint).
He is quite close to Tinkerbell's youngest son, Tinzen, and Hard-to-Hit's son, Hototo.
Danny is still close to Peter Pan but has lost his hero worship for him.
Danny is also a little shit who loves teasing his cousins, siblings, and friends about their crushes/partners (including Tiger Peony's relationship with Bobby Hood).
He has a vial of fairy dust on a necklace that was gifted to him by Peter when he was younger.
Danny likes climbing trees, fishing, sword-fighting, shooting things (usually with his slingshot), parkour, cartography, and various sports.
He also loves his dog, Nana ||, very much.
He still has his Peter Pan doll hidden somewhere in his room—not that he'll admit it.
Danny is a fun loving, playful, optimistic, somewhat snarky young man who loves messing with people. Though he rarely takes it too far.
Danny considers Red, Maddox, Chloe, and Hadie his bestfriends, even if Hadie drives him nuts sometimes.
He rough houses with Hadie the most out of his friends because of how different they are from one another.
His favorite colors are green and red.
He writes letters to people often, even if most people consider it old fashioned.
Danny can almost always be found wearing his letterman jacket or his jersey.
He can also be found wearing a beanie a good 40% of the time.
He spent a good portion of his childhood vacations in Neverland.
Danny once got in an argument with Peter over him thinking pirates were cool, which resulted in him getting banished for a week. This is part of the reason why he lost his hero worship for him.
Danny, like his brother before him, went to school in Auradon Prep.
His best subjects are P.E, Art, and History of Woodsmen and Pirates.
His worst subjects are cooking, Smiling, and Chemistry.
Danny does not have good impulse control.
He also does not take Hadie's claims of being evil seriously.
He is quite handy with a sword and a slingshot.
Out of the girls, Danny is the closest to Red because of their similar tastes in humor.
Out of the boys, he gets along best with Maddox because he finds him easier to get along with.
Danny is good at flying with pixie dust.
#descendants#disney descendants#melissa de la cruz#danny darling son of wendy darling#danny return to neverland#danny darling#daniel darling#daniel cooper stuart-darling#danny stuart-darling#peter pan headcanons#peter pan: return to neverland#peter pan au#peter pan alternative universes#disney descendants au#descendants au#rise of red au#the pocketwatch au#the pocketwatch#etc
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Dead Poets Middle Name Headcanons!!!
Neil Walter Perry
Todd Edward Anderson
Charlie James Dalton
Richard Seamus Cameron
Stephen Kingsley Collins Meeks Jr.
Gerard Joseph Pittagorus
Knox Theodore Overstreet
#did I imagine the fandom site saying Pitts’ last name was Pittagorus???#bc I love it#dead poets society#dps#stephen meeks#steven meeks#gerard pitts#charlie dalton#neil perry#todd anderson#richard cameron#knox overstreet
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Please Read Over My Rules Page Before You Request!!
A foreword; I write in accordance to my free time, and I’m currently both a student at uni and working a job, which means I don’t have much free time on my hands. I truly appreciate all the patience you’ve given me, and continue to give me, for my past, present, and future works. Thank you for being with me along the way! With this being said, I might take only a handful of requests at a time, whether that’s frequently or infrequently, and it’s important to note: I reserve the right to turn down a request I’m uncomfortable with, or feel I will not enjoy writing, even if it follows my rules and request guidelines. I’ve lived a life of pleasing others, in both my writing and in my skillsets, and I think it’s about time that I use my hobbies for my own enjoyment as well. I will do my best to fulfill every request I receive, but I can’t do that unless I set boundaries and limitations. Thank you for your understanding!
My Rules:
Please limit your requests to two (2) characters or less for a scenario request, and five (5) characters or less for a headcanon request. These numbers may be subject to change in the future.
Be as specific as you’d like, but just keep in mind that a detailed scenario request might be difficult to write if I don’t see where to go with it, so it might be better just to give me the character(s), and the topic/kink you’d like.
.N/SFW may be requested on anon, but DO NOT interact with mature content if it is not meant for you. It WILL result in an immediate block. Avoiding interaction with them will protect both me and yourself.
I’m most comfortable with writing for female and gender neutral readers. I will try my hand at trans!reader and other LGBTQIA+ materials, but please be patient with me if it comes across as incorrect, ignorant, or that I feel I must turn it down for lack of knowledge; I am still learning. Though I will fulfill requests that specify characteristics or traits of the reader to the best of my ability, including (but not limited to), body type, hair type, skin tone, disability, or non-human/hybrid!reader. Feel free to make these kinds of requests!
Know Which Characters I Write!!
As I’ve mentioned, I will do my best to fulfill every request I can, however, there are just certain characters I find difficult to write for, or I just can’t see myself creating content of them that I will enjoy writing. There are characters with a hard no, but there are also dubious feelings for other characters that just depend on the context of the request that may be turned down upon review. Just because a character is in my “Will Write For” list, does not mean it guarantees the request will be accepted. Thank you for understanding and respecting my boundaries and limits!
This list is subject to change in the future!
WILL WRITE: Bartolomeo || Basil Hawkins || Ben Beckman || Bellamy || Boa Hancock || Borsalino (Kizaru) || Brook || Cavendish || Charlotte Cracker || Charlotte Katakuri || Charlotte Pudding || Crocodile || Dalton || Denjiro (Kyoshiro) || Donquixote Doflamingo || Donquixote Rosinante || Dracule Mihawk || Edward Newgate (Whitebeard) || Eustass Kid || Franky || Fukaboshi || Gol D. Roger & Roger Pirates || Inuarashi || Isshou (Fujitora) || Izou || Jinbei || Kaido || Kaku || Kalgara || Killer || Kin’emon || King || Koala || Kozuki Oden || Kuzan (Aokiji) || Marco the Phoenix || Monkey D. Dragon || Monkey D. Garp || Monkey D. Luffy || Nefertari Vivi || Nico Robin || Page One || Pedro || Perona || Portgas D. Ace || Rob Lucci || Roronoa Zoro || Sabo || Sasaki || Sengoku || Shanks || Smoker || Thatch || Trafalgar Law || Ulti || Vinsmoke Ichiji || Vinsmoke Niji || Vinsmoke Reiju || Vinsmoke Sanji || Vinsmoke Yonji || Who’s-Who || Wyper || X Drake || Yamato
WILL CONSIDER UNDER REVIEW: Bon Clay || Buggy & Buggy Pirates || Caesar Clown || Capone “Gang” Bege || Eneru (Enel) || Iceberg || Jabra || Jack || Jewelry Bonney || Kamakiri || Koby || Mont Blanc Noland || Nami || Nekomamushi || Paulie || Tony Tony Chopper || Usopp
WILL NOT WRITE: Alvida || Arlong & Arlong Pirates || Baroque Works (with the exception of Crocodile and Robin) || Charlotte Linlin (Big Mom) || Django || Donquixote Pirates (with the exception of Doflamingo) || Foxy & Foxy Pirates || Gecko Moria || Helmeppo || Hody Jones & New Fishman Pirates || Kuja Pirates (with the exception of Hancock) || Kuro (Klahadore) || Marshall D. Teach (Blackbeard) & Blackbeard Pirates || Queen || Sakazuki (Akainu) || Spandam || Vinsmoke Judge || Wapol & Bliking Pirates
Know Which Kinks I Write!!
Self-explanatory; this is the list of kinks I am comfortable and uncomfortable writing.
WILL WRITE: Aphrodisiacs (Consensual) || Begging || Biting || Blindfolded || Body Worship || Bondage || Breeding || Clothed Sex/Dry Humping || Cockwarming || Creampie || Dirty Talking || Double Penetration || Drunk Sex (Consensual) || Exhibitionism || Facefucking/Facesitting || FemDom || Fingering || First Time || Hair Pulling || Handjob || Hickeys || Lingerie || Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation || Mirror Sex || Omegaverse (A/B/O Dynamics) || Oral (M/F) || Orgasm Control/Denial (Edging) || Overstimulation || Polyamory || Praise Kink || Sex Pollen || Sex Toys || Shibari || Sixty-Nine || Size Kink || Somnophilia (Consensual) || Temperature Play || Thigh Riding || Tit Job || Vanilla || Voyeurism || Yandere
WILL CONSIDER UNDER REVIEW: Anal || BDSM || BroCon/SisCon || Daddy Kink || DubCon || Groping (Consensual) || Gagging || Friends With Benefits || Gagging || Lactation || Master/Sir || Nipple Play || Pegging || Pet Play || Possessiveness || Phone Sex || Public/Semi-Public || Roleplay || Rough || Sensory Deprivation || Spanking || Squirting || Strip Tease || Student/Teacher || Tentacles || Wax Play
WILL NOT WRITE: Blood Play || Hate Sex || Incest || Knife Play || Necrophilia || NonCon (Of ANY Kind) || Rimming || Scat || Underage || Vore || Watersports
Know Which AUs I Write!!
I LOVE a good AU, so of course I’ll accept a variety of AUs for One Piece! Here’s a list of some that I have a history of writing, but know that I’ll more than likely add to it the more I find ones I enjoy.
Actor AU || Alien AU || Amnesia AU || Angel/Demon AU || Arranged Marriage AU || Assassin AU || Bakery AU || Bartender AU || BioShock AU || Book Store AU || Borderlands AU || Bounty Hunter AU || Brothel AU || CEO/Boss AU || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Cyberpunk 2077 AU || Cyborg/Android AU || Dancer AU || Demon Hunter AU || Doctor/Hospital AU || Domestic AU || Fake Dating/Engagement/Marriage AU || Fallout AU || Forbidden Love AU || Gamer AU || Haunted House AU || Hunger Games AU || Mafia AU || Maid AU || Marriage AU || Mechanic/Street Racing AU || Mermaid AU || Modern AU || Monster/Monster Hunter/Monster Tamer AU || Murder Mystery AU || ABO (Omegaverse) AU || Parallel Universe AU || Pokemon AU || Porn Star/Cam Star/OnlyFans/Prostitute/Stripper AU || Scientist AU || Soulmate AU || Space AU || Spy AU || Survival AU || Tattoo Shop AU || Thief AU || Undead/Zombie AU || Vampire/Vampire Hunter AU || Witch/Magic AU || Yandere AU || YouTuber AU
Thank you to @heyitsdoe for letting me borrow her layout for my rules page!♡
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HI NEW FRIENDS 👀
As No Time To Die opens in the UK and we await the release in the US, I just wanted to say HOWDY 👋 to all the new fans and shippers who will be joining the fray.
All pairings are welcome and we appreciate ALL the Bonds and all the movies. We also drag them for their problematic-ness, knowing they were products of their time. We do it all! This is a healthy and inclusive space, and we hope to keep making it more progressive and diverse and informed and FUN! Fun and respect are everything.
There’s a Slack and there’s a Discord and they’re great places to make friends and join watch parties. Ask us for links!
My story:
I personally came to the fandom in 2015 via the release of the BBC Miniseries London Spy, with Ben Whishaw and Edward Holcroft. Highly recommended viewing! Spectre came out not long afterwards, and the Tumblr fandom helped me catch up by hosting a viewing of Skyfall as a refresher. Since then I’ve seen the 23 preceding films multiple times (with the exception of Die Another Day! Not sure why yet🤔😂) and I’ve determined my fav James Bond is Timothy Dalton and my fav film is Dr. No. I’ll tell you this: watching the Craig!Bond films is a great way to better appreciate the older ones. I would not have enjoyed Dr. No otherwise I think. I see all the links now and it’s very cool! My main ship is 00Q but I also LOVE MoneyTanner and... honestly I’m down for all the pairings. A good headcanon post or piece of art can convince me of anything 😆 I also ship 00QAD which combines 00Q with my gateway drug, the London Spy ship Danny x Alex.
Happy to answer any of your questions! ✌️
#james bond#no time to die#00q#daniel craig#ben whishaw#bondfandom#welcomenewfans!#howdy#mybondstory
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Raven's Daybreakers Master List
Edward Dalton Relationship Headcanons
Edward Dalton NSFT Headcanons
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Edward Dalton soft moments Headcannons.
These are SFW!
- Edward is by far the most soft spoken man you have ever met. This guy would rather be silent than voice any sort of discomfort, he's additionally extremely non-confrontational.
- He is additionally the type of partner you can sit with in silence. He is comfortable with resting on a couch, one hand on your leg and the other on his book or paperwork he is working on. Edward isn't the type to feel awkward in long silences, in fact he finds comfort in being with someone who enjoys quiet moments like him.
- When you two are waiting for the subway, or a bus, he stands close to you.
- Not smothering of course but close enough your hands or shoulders brush. You'd feel a nudge against your fingers, and if you look down you'd realize he's silently entwined your pinky fingers together.
- When you get upset, either at work or him, he waits for you to let it out. He's respectful if you need space, he wouldn't push the issue until you had finally calmed.
- If you got so upset that you shut down and laid on the bed, after awhile you'd hear the door. Then feel the mattress caving slightly as he moves his cold body in behind yours. His arm would slip around you, and he'd gently press his chest to your back and his face into the back of your neck.
- "I'm so sorry, Y/N. How can I make this better?"
- He would pepper your skin in soft kisses, mumbling how much he loves you and how sorry he is that he hadn't been able to help you.
- Speaking of "I love you", he is definitely the one who said it first.
- You would've been blindsided too. It was another day of enjoying eachothers presence, and out of the silence he'd look at you longingly and mumble an 'I think I love you.' It'd be so soft at first you'd have to ask him to repeat himself.
- If he could, he'd be blushing. Instead you catch him avert his eyes, press his lips together and tense his hands. Then he'd look at you, soften his mouth and say; "I love you, Y/N"
- He is an extremely attentive partner.
- As in, he picks up on the things you like, you don't like, your mannerisms and expressions. He would have you figured out so fast it'd be startling at first.
- His memory is sharp, he remembers things you say, even in passing.
- Edward's love language is definitely affirmations, and touch.
- His reciprocal love language is touch.
- Like seriously, he's so touch starved its heart breaking.
- You put your hands on him in any way, and he's a melting, purring mess in your palms. The easiest way to help him relax is shower him in affection, he craves it.
#edward dalton headcannons#edward dalton x reader#edward dalton headcannon#edward dalton#ethan hawke headcannons#ethan hawke#vampire#daybreakers#x reader#edward dalton x you#soft headcanons#ethan hawke headcanon#edward dalton headcanon#edward dalton headcanons#ethan hawke headcanons#headcanons
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NSFW Alphabet List
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
#wolverine#wolverine x reader#James Logan Howlett#sabertooth#victor creed#Hugh Jackman#Tyler Mane#x men franchise#x men 2003#x men 2000#ethan hawke#ethan hawke headcanons#ethan hawke x reader#the black phone#the grabber#albert shaw#russell millings#arthur harrow#adopt a highway#moon knight#Gabriel Van Helsing#van helsing 2004#goodnight robicheaux#the maagnificent seven#Edward Dalton#daybreakers#James sandin#the purge#Troy dyer#reality bites
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This is golden...I never thought I'd see the day anyone would write for him...it's enough to make a grown man cry
Meeting and Dating Edward Dalton
(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)
(human s/o)
- There’s a stretch of land outside of town that hasn’t been touched in ages. It's the discarded remains of a once busy urban neighborhood. A place that's been torn apart and left in shambles after a series of events that you weren’t around to witness. There’s a layer of dust on everything you haven’t bothered moving, like a poorly kept museum of all things mundane. It's the evidence of hundreds of peoples lives that you really don’t have the heart to rifle through; not unless absolutely necessary.
- You don’t know its story, but you’ve come to call it home. It’s the safest place you’ve found in a considerably long time: a lot of sun and not a lot of shade. You have a running hypothesis that someone, somewhere decided that turning the area into something more sustainable; particularly for the new world order of night-dwelling monsters, simply wasn't worth the effort. It's a decision that's left even it's darkest spaces uninhabited; the only signs of life being the occasional passing car.
- Though you're not as jumpy as you used to be; lured into a false sense of security by the continual absence of dangerous company, you still find yourself feeling like a deer in the middle of an empty forest. You freeze at every little sound, watch for any hint of danger, bolt at any suspicion of company.
- You wonder if Edward makes the same connection when the two of you meet for the first time. You wonder if he feels like the opposite: feels like a prowling wolf when he stands in the shadows, watching the sun glint off of your hair from his place in the absence of it. You wonder how many deer's have seen the same glowing pin pricks in the middle of the darkness surrounding them. You wonder how many of them knew that the flickering lights meant death.
- A part of you doesn’t believe it when you see the amber shine of his eyes, maybe because you really don’t want to believe it: don’t want to believe that you’re going to have to leave, to find another home after all of this time. Your stomach drops and you hope that there’s some explainable reason as to why you’re seeing those two little lights: like when you envision a body out of random clothes and furniture in the darkness of your bedroom.
- But there’s no explanation, none besides the obvious, and you’re forced to stand frozen in place as you wait for them to make a move, knowing that the two of you are equally trapped, one in the sunlight and the other in the shade.
“You’re human.” He says in surprise, glowing eyes moving as he tilts his head in the darkness, trying to look at you closer without risking a potential burn from the sun which separates you. You stagger further away, further into the heat of the light behind you, and he assures you that it’s okay, that he’s not going to hurt you. You don’t believe him.
“What are you doing here?” You question, eyes flickering around the room for a potential weapon. You’re safe for the time being, but that won’t last forever.
“I used to work around here when I was younger. The grocery store down the road, I stocked the shelves in high school,” He starts to explain, pausing to look for a sign of recognition in your eyes. You keep your expression guarded and he continues. “I remembered it the other day. I wanted to see what happened to it, that’s all.”
“In the daytime?”
“The only time I have off.” He replies lightheartedly. You don’t offer a smile.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to come here and scare you. I didn’t think I was gonna find anyone. Everyone thinks this place is abandoned.” He tries reassuring you.
“That’s kind of the point.” You reply curtly.
“Yeah, but….” His words trails off.
“But?” You prod warily.
“Well, they’re tearing it down,” He answers. “Everyone’s been talking about it, it’s part of why I came down here. They’re gonna salvage what they can and build around it. Block out the sun.”
“You’re not, you’re not gonna be safe here for very much longer. I’m actually surprised that no one’s found you yet. With all of the planning that’s been going on, there’s had to have been dozens of people coming down here and scoping everything out. How long have you been here?” He questions, though you can't bring yourself to answer him, still trying to process what he's just revealed to you.
- You'd seen it coming of course, anyone with half a brain would have seen it coming. But that was when you'd first discovered the area: when you were still hiding away from every shadow and tensing at every sudden noise. If it was going to happen, then it would have happened already: you'd told yourself. And over time, you'd actually begun to believe it. You'd convinced yourself that the rest of the world had forgotten about the deserted town, the same way they'd forgotten about you....
- The thought of dozens of vampires stumbling through the place you'd begun to call your home made you sick. The thought of them crawling through the streets and the corridors of different buildings, of their fingerprints dusting over your own on all of the same railings and door handles, of them just barely missing you....
"You should come with me." The man interrupts your inner breakdown. The idea is almost enough to make you laugh but instead, you simply look at him like he's crazy.
"I-I know you have no reason to trust me, but there's gonna be a lot more vampires coming down here. I mean, maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon. And there's nothing left around here, everything's been torn down, it's ...taken over. ...I have a spare bedroom at my place-" He rambles, urging you to listen to him, to agree to come home with him.
"Do you really expect me to take you up on that offer?" You interrupt, asking the question incredulously. He flounders for something to say, very obviously knowing that you wouldn't agree yet still hoping that you would.
"No," He finally comes up with. "But you should."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not like them."
- His efforts in convincing you to leave with him are about as successful as one could imagine. You adamantly refuse, blatantly dodging his questions and attempts to wrangle information out of you: information about what you'll do and where you'll go once the rest of his kind start to invade. He ultimately leaves you alone, though not before giving you his home address. And in the days that follow, you're forced to admit that Edward was telling the truth.
- Vampires do start to invade, and though none of them ever come as close as he did, you know that you're running out of time. You have to make your escape and you have to make it fast, make it before anyone else can discover that you're there. So with little other choice, you find yourself sneaking into your supposed allies quiet little suburb....
- He answers the door with a hint of confusion, probably because there's no one on the other side of it, at least no one that he can see. You're hiding a little ways away, your mind telling you not to reveal yourself until you're sure that he's alone; not to mention whether or not you're sure that you've arrived at the right house. He looks awestruck when you finally emerge, stilling at the sight of you before he quickly ushers you inside, looking around to ensure that no ones watching as you hesitantly step past him and through his front door.
- You're sure that your discomfort is obvious, and though he tries to hide it, Edward seems equally as uncomfortable in your presence as you are in his. It feels as though he didn't think he'd get this far, and now that he has, he's unsure of what to do next. He settles for showing you around, jumping from thing to thing as you slowly trail after him, watching as he demonstrates how to turn on the shower, and the coffee maker, and the security system, and so on.
"I uh, I drink pigs blood." He explains when the two of you reach his kitchen. He awkwardly glances from you to the bottles stacked in his fridge, seemingly hemming and hawing over how much of the shelves he should show you, worrying that he'll make you even more wary of your newfound predicament. "All animal product ...so you uh, you don't have to worry."
- He tells you to let him know if there's anything you need or will be needing in the future while he shows you to your room. He flicks the lights on and continues his tour. The room is neater than the rest of the house, lacking the stacked books and boxes of documents that seem to reside along the molding of every other wall in the house. It's simple and barren, almost sterile looking; especially in comparison to the very lived-in apartments that you'd grown used to residing in ever since humans went into hiding.
- It's surprisingly easy to get used to living with Edward. When you'd first arrived, you'd spent a week or so walking on eggshells; feeling like a nervous cat being taken home from the shelter. But it's hard to be afraid of a man who seems equally as afraid of you. It's also hard to be afraid of a man who rambles awkwardly about period products, and whether or not it's okay that he got chunky peanut butter instead of smooth because that's "all they had at the store". Not to mention, a man who's hit his head; and limbs, multiple times after being startled by your sudden arrival.
- Edward grows on you. And, judging from his recently longstanding lack of injuries, you've seemed to grow on him as well.
- You grow on him so much, in fact, that it starts to make him nervous. There’s a feeling that bubbles in his chest whenever you smile at him. It surfaces when you let him touch you, let him feel your pulse lingering beneath his fingers when he puts a hand on your shoulder or clasps your necklace. It claws at him when you stop to fix his hair in the evening before he leaves for work, or when you hand him the papers he forgot at the table. He realizes, with a feeling akin to realizing that you're at the edge of a cliff, that he's begun to fall in love with you. And thus, his inner conflict begins....
- Edward finds it far too easy to forget you're not together. His mind wanders when he's away from you, when his skin still tingles from the feeling of your touch. When you leave the room and the warmth of your body still lingers on whatever you'd been laying on. When you borrow his coat and give it back to him heated and laced with perfume. When he returns home and finds you waiting for him, his unpleasant thoughts interrupted by the sight of your face. For a few blissful moments, he allows himself to pretend that you're his: that you love him back and that you never plan on leaving, that you're not by his side purely out of personal convenience.
- He finds himself wanting to indulge you because in doing so, he indulges himself. He takes pleasure in making you happy, in knowing that he's, in some way, responsible for making you feel that way. It feels so ...domestic being able to take care of you, a bit like he's your husband. It's a fantasy that's broken when you happen to come across another human during one of your carefully planned outings.
- He watches you stare at each other from his place in the shadows. Watches you hurriedly introduce yourselves, shock, excitement, and relief flooding across both of your features. It's a sobering sight, a quick and harsh reminder that he has no “power over you”. That, no matter how much effort he puts into making you happy or how desperately he wants you to care about him, there's still nothing tying you to him. He wonders if he’d even be a thought in your head if that stranger asked you to go with them.
- He weighs his options before he slowly steps out into the open. The sound of his footsteps drawing the attention away from you and onto him. He watches the panic rise, watches the stranger make a move to run, grabbing your arm and attempting to pull you with them; to pull you away from him. The sight makes his stomach churn, a feeling that's only partially relieved when you plant your feet and refuse to move.
- There's a hint of betrayal that crosses their features when you try to explain the situation. When the realization dawns on them; when it becomes obvious that the two of you are together, they drop your arm as though they've been burned. They don't listen as you try to reason with them, they merely back away and hurriedly leave.
"Lets go." You tell him when they're finally gone, your voice and expression giving him nothing to work with when trying to gauge how you're feeling. He apologizes for scaring them away while the two of you drive home in silence. 'It's probably for the best': you tell him and he swallows at the sound of it, wondering what you mean.
- Edward is selfless when it comes to you, but he finds himself wanting to be selfish. He wants to beg you to consider him: to consider how perfect things could be if you just gave him a chance. He knows he could make you happy: could make you want to stay forever.
- But he can't bring himself to pressure you. So instead, he settles for something smaller. Settles for biting his tongue when he finds himself thinking you'd be better off somewhere else. Settles or hesitating to respond when you mention other humans. Settles for halfheartedly advising against it whenever you ask to go searching for something or someone or somewhere. To deny you is one thing, to procrastinate and refuse to instigate is another. Isn't it?
"Maybe we should start looking for more people downtown," You suggest one night. The words make his throat feel tight and though he has a million questions racing through his mind, he remains silent and waits for you to speak again. When you do, it's with a joking tone. "I'm sure you'd like to get me out of your hair at ...some point."
"I like having you here." He says after a heavy swallow. It sucks all of the lightheartedness out of the room: far too earnest and full of restrained emotion. The moment of silence which follows feels tense, almost suffocating. He interrupts it with an almost melancholic goodnight, leaving you to overthink things all on your own for the rest of the "night".
- The house feels different after that, different in a way you can't quite place. It reminds you of when you first arrived at Edwards home, when he was always either too quiet or too talkative: watching you silently or rambling nervously in an attempt to fill the silence.
- The night he cooks you dinner is a night where he's chosen to be silent. He seems hyper focused on the meal he's preparing: deep in thought as though there's something on his mind other than the task at hand. When he cracks open an expensive bottle of wine, you teasingly ask if you're celebrating something, trying to lighten the tense mood that's seemed to permeate the air as soon as he'd gotten home from work. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and an unconvincing chuckle in response, pouring you a glass with a hand that trembles ever so slightly.
"The time I've spent with you these past few months has meant a lot to me," You've finished half of your plate by the time he's gathered the nerve to finally reveal what's been eating away at him. "And that day when we met the other human, it proved to me how much you have come to mean to me. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want us to stay together. I don't care where: whether it's here or somewhere else. I just want to be with you."
- Your throat feels tight by the time he's finished, choked with emotion as your heart hammers in your chest. His eyes meet yours over the table, shining like candlelight while you give him a shaky smile, trying to collect yourself and all of the nerves that are going haywire at his makeshift confession.
"I don't want to pressure you-" He starts when you struggle to respond.
"-You're not." You hurriedly insist, watching the way he slowly begins to smile after reading the expression on your face.
- You share your first kiss not long after. You hear him come into the room before you see him, feel his hands on your body before you can turn to look. His touch is featherlight as it glides across your skin, lingering gently on your shoulders before he slowly turns you around, stepping just that bit closer before he softly connects your lips. The feel of them is icy, a sharp contrast to the warmth of your own. He exhales harshly as he takes it in, his body shuddering pleasantly at the unfamiliar sensation. His kisses grow needier when you don't pull away, pulling every thought out of your head and making you forget what you'd been doing just moments before.
- You think you'd be okay with forgetting everything as long as he kept kissing you like that....
- Public displays of affection are sort of nonapplicable in your relationship. Since you're human and humans are considered enemies of the state, no one can know that you exist, and even if they did, they cannot know that the two of you are together. Even if you're in front of other humans, it's not wise for you to let them know that the two of you are dating: not knowing how much they'll trust you if they knew, or what kind of danger you could get into it because of it. You are; or the two of you are, for all intents and purposes, a secret.
- Edward marvels at your humanity: the feel of your heartbeat, the heat of your skin. It's been ten years since he was human and he's nearly forgotten the feeling of it, making it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. Oftentimes, his affection is innocent: caressing you and trailing his fingers down your arms and spine, watching your body shiver and react. Even before the two of you were together, he'd struggle to contain himself: wanting so badly to touch you yet knowing it wasn't his place; his hands shaking with needy anticipation every time you were close to him.
- Him pressing his lips to your forehead before connecting his own forehead to the exact same spot, holding you close to him as he savors the moment and the feel of you locked in his arms.
- You probably have a scar from when the two of you first met, and he sometimes likes to press kisses to it or smooth his fingers across the harsh line; absentmindedly trailing a soft caress against the marred skin and reminiscing about your relationship.
- His kisses have a tendency to be chaste yet they still manage to linger. There's a lasting neediness behind his affection, even when the action itself is nothing of the sort. Although, sometimes he loses himself in the moment before having to force himself to pull away, struggling to stay in control as his desires and his impulses take hold of him. You're an addiction he has to grow used to; for your sake and for his own.
- Cuddling up on the couch together.
- He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch so you usually have to poke him awake and urge him into bed with you. You also have to keep a somewhat nocturnal schedule yourself if you want to be able to cuddle with him. He's a busy man so most of the time you spend with each other is spent in bed, having him wrap himself around you from behind and murmur quietly in your ear.
- He usually just calls you by your given name or a casual nickname. He's not a sappy person; especially when it comes to terms of endearment, so the farthest he'll go is calling you sweetheart or affectionately referring to you as his heating pad or something of the sort. That being said: he has shocked you by earnestly calling you "his sun", making you want to cry with how sweet and genuine it sounded falling from his lips.
- Earnest little compliments spoken out of nowhere. You'll be doing nothing special and he'll just randomly interrupt you with a "you're so beautiful"; sometimes before you even realize he was there and/or watching you. The way he says it makes it seem as though it was something he just had to tell you, the level of sincerity in it making your heart skip a beat.
- He can honestly stare at you for ages. You've sort of become like an exotic beauty: the normal colored eyes, squared teeth, skin with more pigment than ashy paleness, etc.
- You also find yourself staring: safely indulging in the foreign beauty of something you're meant to fear. He gets a bit shy under your gaze which only ever seems to make him even more handsome.
- He's the perfect sketching partner to have if you happen to be an artist because he generally stays pretty still regardless of what he's doing; making it relatively easy to doodle away while he's lost in thought or busy with his own work.
- Parallel play. He likes being able to do his work and/or read while you occupy yourself in the same space as him.
- Having him read to you. Your boyfriend has the voice of an angel, and he kind of loves it whenever you curl up next to him and ask him to read aloud, brushing off his attempts to tell you that it's boring science stuff and that you wouldn't be interested in it. You tell him that it's "even better" and that he can bore you to sleep as you nuzzle into him, smiling to yourself as he readjusts himself and starts to speak.
- Him giving you massages. They're kind of just excuses for him to touch you for prolonged periods of time, but that's neither here nor there.
- Dancing around to the radio with him.
- Having dinner together. I feel like he'd enjoy cooking for you and though he's initially embarrassed by the idea of eating in front of you, he slowly starts to get used to it.
- Since normal food is kind of hard to come by, he probably sets up a home garden for vegetables and other edible things; not telling you about the specifics until things start actually growing so that he doesn't get your hopes up. The smile on your face when you realize what he's been doing all [this] time makes all of the trouble and the hard work worth while.
- Getting little lectures on all of his plants. Sitting patiently and listening to him explain all of the different conditions and strains of orchids that there are, and how if they get too much water they get root rot and this and that. He probably gets you potted pants more than flowers because it looks less suspicious for a single man in his "30s" to bring home a succulent rather than an entire bouquet.
- Getting brough home little treats: pastries, chocolates, etc. He always double checks to make sure they don't contain any blood, yet there has been a few incidents that you're forced to laugh off in an attempt to make him feel better and end his mortification.
- Edward is the chief hematologist of a major corporation: the man has mad money and he likes to spoil you however he can. He takes note of all of the things you like and talk about so that he can go out and get them for you.; since you're sort of incapable of leaving the house and buying them for yourself.
- He undoubtedly gets you new clothes to wear once the two of you start living together; or goes on a run with you to help you grab your old belongings, but nothing compares to when you first joined him at his home and had to wear his clothes because you didn't have any of your own. It's seared into his memory and it's very erotic for him. Like, he might have to jump you if you wear his clothes after the fact because now you're his and he can finally act on those impulses; instead of repressing them like he was forced to do before then.
- Personalized jewelry.
- Getting asked by him if he looks okay since he cant see himself in any mirrors or other reflection's. He always stays still and cherishes your little touches as you adjust things for him: smiling at you softly as you brush his hair back or do his tie for him.
- Remembering to lock up his house for him. He's notorious for forgetting to do so and getting his place consistently broken into, but he tries to be better about it now that he has you: not being able to afford the risk of someone walking in and finding you.
- You may or may not have a habit of biting him and he may or may not find it really amusing. I mean it's obviously pretty ironic given the situation, but he also likes how not scared of him you are and the teasing playfulness behind the action. It also might turn him on a little but he's not prepared to delve into those confusing feelings right now so lets not talk about it.
- He thinks it's kind of cute when you try to celebrate his birthday with him: smiling at you fondly as you peck him on the cheek and make jokes about him "looking great for his age". He probably calls you his gift whenever you make comments about not really being able to get him one, pulling you in and kissing you on the temple after blowing out his candles.
- He tries to dissuade you from smoking and drinking, wanting you to be as healthy as possible for as long as possible. He'd probably try to cut back on his own smoking as well, muttering shyly about secondhand smoke whenever you ask him about it.
- There's something so ...human about the way you tell jokes: so much so that he can't help but smile and laugh along with you; even though he's a little rusty when it comes to indulging in comedy. You have to grow used to his sense of humor as well: learn to love the dry delivery of his somewhat stunted attempts at being funny. You might not always realize he's trying to joke with you, but you get better with it over time.
- Edward genuinely can't remember what it's like to be human so he occasionally asks you little open ended questions in your more quieter moments together: questioning how your mind or body works, asking about your fears and emotions, etc. In return, you ask him to tell you about vampirism: listening intently to his words, noticing how they always seem to take a sour turn....
- Edward really yearns to be human so he'd probably try to avoid changing you for as long as possible, perhaps even outright refusing to let you go through with it if you expressed interest. It's an emotional thing for him, something he holds back and represses, yet something you can still see affecting him all of the time: the want to be you even when he's so successful and safe being him. It hurts to see, to feel it in his touches and hear it in his voice: the remorse and the envy and the agony that he tries so hard to conceal. There's a lingering melancholy that resides in some of the moments between the two of you: in the way that he comments on little things or tells you that you should do something; noticing right away that it's a sort of attempt to live vicariously through you.
- Speaking of, he enjoys watching you do things that he can't: basking in the sun, eating real food, drinking plain water, etc. There's a hint of sadness there, but you still indulge him, smiling at and kissing him before going through with it.
- Bringing things out of the sunlight to show to him.
- Secret meeting places and hideouts.
- The two of you mostly go out during the day, cruising in his car and making stops in shaded areas. It keeps the two of you safe from everyone's prying eyes and it's nice to get some fresh air after being stuck in the house all night.
- He always tries to refuse your blood: even when you insist that he drinks it because it's safer than the alternative of him going around without getting his fill; and because he's literally risking his own life when fighting to keep you safe. He still hesitates; even as you make jokes about it being humanely sourced, only following through when you tell him that it'll make you more comfortable. He gets used to it but he never gets entitled, and the puppy dog lovey eyes that he gives you whenever you give him a drink makes any pain that might come from it worthwhile. Frankie bitingly calls you his "bloodbag" when he first notices what must be going on, and it truly enrages Edward every time.
- Comforting him after his fights with Frankie.
- You probably have a couple tense moments with his brother; if he even knows you exist at all. There'd be times where he'd show up at the house unannounced and you'd sit in silence, his eyes trained on you in a somewhat predatory fashion. You'd stay stock still until Edward returned home and sorted things out, feeling the tension between the two of you boil and your stomach tie up in knots, not knowing if he'll turn you just because. He tries to be nice but regardless of his temperament and how much you may or may not arguably like him, you still struggle to fully trust him; especially since Edward doesn't seem to as well.
- Honestly though, there's probably even more tension between the two of them now because Frankie would want Edward to finally understand why he did what he did, viewing your predicament as similar to his own. Someone you love is capable of dying and leaving you all alone, don't you get it Edward? It would piss Frankie off to see him still be so conflicted: to see that he still couldn't understand, that he refused to understand. He hates to hear him say that he's not going to change you: that he didn't want to be turned so why would he force it on you? It's like pouring salt in the wound.
- Hiding away when company comes or somebody threatens to stumble across you, sometimes pressed against one another so tightly that he can hear/feel your heart beating a mile a minute. He sets up a certain place in his house where you're meant to go whenever you think someone's coming over, ensuring that no one finds you and keeping you out of harms way.
- Doing your best to protect him from the sun.
- Reassuring him and trying to help him let go of some of his guilt after he comes home from work. He goes into the office everyday and sees the tortured faces of his test subjects right before coming home and seeing your bright and cheery loveliness. It just makes his work even harder: to think that they were once like you and that you could, at some point, be just like them....
- He probably keeps your picture or a note you've written him in his wallet/on his person at all times. Yet the feeling of it seems to burn against his skin whenever he's feeling guilty: a reminder of what he's involved in; a question of how he can love you yet do that to them....
- Considering the fact that you can't really leave his house, there's not a lot of instances where Edward has the chance to be jealous over you. There might be a few fleeting moments of him getting a little annoyed with his younger brother for asking to touch you or things of the like, but it's anyone's guess as to whether that has to do with actual jealousy or just plain protectiveness. That being said: most of Edwards jealousy is retroactive. You'll mention, or maybe even introduce him to, one of your ex's and though he'll try to be normal about it, he'll find himself gritting his teeth and acting a bit passive aggressive. It's those "oh really" and "I bet he is" sort of statements that give him away.
- Edward protects you with his mind rather than his fists. He protects you by putting himself on the line for you, by keeping you out of harms way, by convincing his brother that he's going to change you when you're closer in age, etc. He's incredibly protective but due to his intelligence and careful planning, you don't get to witness the effects of it all too often.
- The two of you don't argue often, but sometimes you manage to tick him off the same way his younger brother does. He wants to be seen as the man of the house: to be respected and thought of as being in charge. When you don't listen to him or undermine him in some way, you hit a bit of a nerve. He might raise his voice if he gets really annoyed, but most of the time, he just acts a bit mockingly: smirking, and scoffing, and looking away/rolling his eyes. Occasionally, he acts impulsively and regrets it after the fact: immediately feeling bad whenever you get upset and walk away, wanting to say something to you but not knowing what.
- Silent treatments and tense houses are commonplace after arguments. Edward stews in silence when he's angry, he keeps his words short and he grits his teeth. You're dating a man with sass so expect to encounter it. If he misses you enough, he'll cut the standoff short. And, even though he's still annoyed, he'll push past it and try to talk things out.
"Sit down," He'll borderline command, wincing slightly at the way it comes out. " ...please? Lets talk."
- Edward tells you that he loves you a lot; especially during difficult times when he wants to reiterate how much you mean to him. He wants you to know that, even though he's going through some stressful things that might have him acting out of character, he still cares for you very deeply.
- Edward wants to find a way to become human for you. He views vampirism as unsustainable, unfulfilling, sometimes even dangerous. He's not happy being what he is and he wont be happy turning you into one either. Not to mention the fact that he wants a family with you....
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Fright Night
Jerry Dandridge
Candyman
Daniel Robitaille
The Evil Dead
Ash Williams
Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Harvey Kinkle
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Spike
Full Metal Jacket
Sgt. Hartman
Joker
Animal Mother
Pyle
Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them
Grease
Kenickie
Labyrinth
Jareth
Total Recall
Douglas Quaid
Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~
Darry falling for Johnny’s sister
Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl
Starting a family with Cameron Frye
Making out with Cameron Frye
Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset
Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew
Gary Wallace dating a tall girl
George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o
Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting
Will Hunting having a crush on you
Being apart of the good will hunting gang
Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)
Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies
Making out with Duckie Dale
Duckie Dale cheering you up
Cliff having a crush on you
Making out with Cliff
Making out with Bryce
Bryce having a crush on you
The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression
The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o
The Lost Boys with a curvy mate
The Lost Boys fighting with their mates
The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl
The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt
Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include
David x Laddies older sister
Making out with Edgar Frog
Being Married to Archie Costello
Going to the beach with Archie Costello
Making out with Archie Costello
Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer
Making out with Kenneth Wurman
Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush
Harold Sherbico having a crush
Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite
Neil Perry dating an artist
Making out with Charlie Dalton
Jealous Charlie Dalton
Jealous Knox Overstreet
A study date with Steven Meeks
Spending the winter season with Neil Perry
Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled
The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend
Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend
Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend
Spike having a crush on you
Steff McKee having a crush on you
Marko having a crush on you
David having a crush on you
Paul having a crush on you
Dwayne having a crush on you
Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks
Making out with Keith Nelson
Meat having a crush on Peewees sister
Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other
Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie
Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you
Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)
Being pregnant with Ted Logans child
Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan
Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine
Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee
Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks
Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson
Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce
Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)
If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)
Going on the Ferris adventure
Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye
Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd
Travelling back in time with Marty McFly
Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist
Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)
Sonny Corleone dating his opposite
Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale
Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman
Comforting Todd when he’s upset
Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire
Being married to Ted Logan
Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet
Making out with Knox
A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle
Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands
Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o
Private Joker dating an artist
Jareth falling in love with you
Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity
The way you make me feel~ John Bender
Being in a long term relationship with JD
J.D. with a chronically ill s/o
Archie with a chronically ill s/o
Making out with Ted Logan
Archibald Craven falling in love
Andy Dufresne falling in love
Nsfw Headcanons~
Group sex with the lost boys
Sam Emerson
Threesome with Obie and Archie
Armand
Archie Costello
(sub) Archie Costello
Obie
Johnny Cade
Cameron Frye
Duckie Dale
Blane
John Bender
Randy (Intruder)
Joey Donner
Kenneth Wurman
Keith Nelson
The Dead Poets Kinks
Knox Overstreet
Charlie Dalton
Steven Meeks
Todd Anderson
Neil Perry
Gerard Pitts
John Bender taking your virginity
Louis de Pointe du Lac
Dinger Holfield
The Lost Boys
JD
Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd
Benny O’donnell
Fred O’Bannion
Cliff
Bryce
Johnny Walker
George Mcfly
Brian Moreland
(sub) Perry Barnett
Bill S. Preston Esquire
Ted Logan
Randy Meeks
Michael Emerson
Nancy Downs
Ray Stantz
Egon Spengler
Spike
Angel Guzman
Sgt. Hartman
Brad Hamilton
Douglas Quaid
Chris (night of the creeps)
Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o
George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant
Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)
Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)
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*** works with a ♥︎ next to it are nsfw. please don’t interact if you’re under 18!
bloodbound
☆ ADRIAN RAINES
promise ring - (set in bb3 ch. 11) adrian and mc take a bubble bath together while discussing what’s to come...
distant shores
☆ EDWARD MORTEMER
stay with me - mc is set on sticking by edward’s side through it all.
dangerous waters - (set after ch. 9) mc puts her relationship with oliver at risk when she rescues edward and henry.
borrowed time - mc returns to edward’s side.
the elementalists
☆ BECKETT HARRINGTON
pink cheeks - a late night library research session turns into something that makes beckett’s cheeks flush.
blueberry pies - the pend pals celebrate their first day back at pendherghast by watching a meteor shower.
♥︎ clandestine affairs - academic rivals with benefits!au | tired of the incessant gloating from mc, beckett shuts her up the only way he knows how.
— oneshots
♥︎ indulgence - mc indulges beckett in his wishes.
♥︎ moonlight tryst - while vacationing on a beautiful island, their alone time is interrupted by none other than the pend pals.
— others
♥︎ kissing prompts - a collection of kisses shared by beckett and mc.
♥︎ beckett x f!MC headcanons - random HCs, sfw and nsfw
hot couture
☆ HAZEL NGUYEN
serendipity - months after the events of paris fashion week, a chance encounter reignites mc’s feelings for her former boss.
♥︎ serendipity pt.2 - hazel makes it up to mc for not flying her out to majorca.
open heart
☆ AURORA EMERY
counting down the minutes - (set in oph2 ch. 11) aurora stays behind.
sweeter than sugar - just two girlfriends taking a break from studying to bake.
the royal masquerade
☆ KAYDEN VESCOVI
♥︎ daybreak - kayden shows his love for his queen when she comes down with a case of restlessness.
ride or die
☆ MONA
cassiopeia and cepheus - mc visits mona in prison to find her girlfriend much softer than she remembered.
various
heartbreakers - why things didn’t work out with gabe ricci, edward mortemer, tyril starfury, mona, raleigh carrera, and jax matsuo.
heartbreakers pt. 2 - why things didn’t work out with colt kaneko, hazel nguyen, mal volari, nia ellarious, adrian raines, and sam dalton.
treacherous hearts - rivals to lovers excerpts ft. oliver cochrane, estela montoya, tyril starfury, and mona.
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