#it's giving 21 jump street

[jonathanbyersphd]

Ok but imagine if the reason Argyle doesn't have a last name is because he's actually a government agent who's supposed to be keeping tabs on the Byers

[domesticangel]

these are soooo lilija. actually they’re really not she’d think they’re mad gaudy but she’s such a snob that she’d wear them anyway bc they’re expensive. Anyway I just wanted to draw her in them. smile

[soupy-sez]

It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, S11E4

[noveauskull]

Bounty Hunting The Wrong Guy [NSFW]

characters: sylus x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is 21 here), bounty hunter mc, it takes a while to get to the smut part, nipple teasing, punishment, swearing, fingering, clit teasing, piv (penetration), wrists bound (by evol), no protection, bratty reader (sort of)

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You let out a satisfied sigh when you plopped your body onto the wooden chair placed conveniently next to a table full of different weapons and devices you probably will have no need on using at the moment, staring at the unconcious white haired man in front of you that was tied down onto the other wooden chair in the room.

Without wasting a second, you stretched your right leg out to get a better grip onto the phone that was in your pocket, giving it a few taps to call a certain someone about your lucky find.

A few rings passed by and the person on the other end finally answers, you didn't waste a second to let them know that your end of the job was done and that you were ready to receive your pay, and next order.

"Hello?"

"Heyyy!! If it isn't my favorite-"

"Cut to the chase. You got the man or not?"

You let out another sigh, this time annoyed. No matter how good your mood is it'll always get ruined by something, or in this case, someone.

"Yeah yeah, your man's right here with me" You rolled your eyes, checking your nails to see if you had made any damage on them while trying to capture your target from earlier.

"Send proof"

You immediately brought the phone away from your hand to switch it into camera mode while the call was still on, taking a quick picture of the tall, muscular man with white hair and black clothes on, before clicking open an app to send the picture to the person on the other side.

"There. Jerk off to it." You muttered before putting the phone back to your ear, hearing only silence for a little bit.

The silence followed up with a few mumbles, it seems like there were other people other than the person who paid you to catch this person, and it looks like they had an issue with the image you sent them.

"...That's not him"

The other end spoke, and your eyebrows furrowed immediately. Not realizing you had uncrossed your legs as you leaned forward in disbelief.

"What do you mean? He perfectly fits the description you said. Tall, white hair, and can fight. He put up a great fight and he has white hair. With a vague description like that I have to earn something in return for being able to catch something like this!"

You raised your voice, but the person wasn't buying it. How were you even supposed to find a man when he wears a mask all the time?

"We asked you to find Lumiere, not the Leader of- Ah forget it. This never happened"

Your mouth dropped in disbelief. Instinctively your legs forced your body to jump right up, now you were pacing around the room with your hand to your head, you seriously fucked up this time.

And to add the fact that they mentioned, what? A leader? A leader of what exactly? Well it probably doesn't even matter since you were currently at N109 Zone. Everything here is dangerous and oh boy...

If you had caught the Leader of Onychinus that lives here at N109 Zone... No. There's no way you'd have easily caught him.

"Wait, wait! I'll do it again, I'll toss this guy on the streets and get you the guy you want okay! If you could just find more intel on him-" You desperately tried to reason with them, but it didn't matter, their mind was set.

"The deal is off, girl. Whatever you do with the guy you have there is not our business. Goodbye"

Before you could talk them out of it any further, they hung up on you. However you were stubborn and you sent them a few texts, but it seemed like they had already blocked you.

"Fuck!" You cussed. Throwing your phone onto the worn out couch that was on the other end of the room. Usually you were very good at what you do, but it seems like making a few mistakes could happen as well.

The entire time you were freaking out and pacing around your room thinking of what to do next, you didn't realize that the man you had handcuffed onto the chair had been awake the moment you called your client.

He was kind enough to listen to what your true intentions were before he made a move on you, so when it was clear that you got the wrong man, he let you have your moment of distress before he decided to do anything else.

You didn't have the energy to drag the heavy man all the way out at the moment. Right now you needed a drink, a strong one at that. You'll deal with this man on another day, but not today.

Just when you were about to open the doors leading to another room, you found yourself struggling to create a gap on the two gigantic thick pieces of wood. A frown stronger than before engulfs your face as you tsked.

"What the-"

You were cut off when you heard a click behind you. Without wasting a second you turned your head to face the white haired man that was supposed to be unconcious on the chair, but instead you found him standing right in front of you.

Before you could lift your hand to attack him, he had your hands pinned onto the door with a dark red mist, almost resembling the color of blood, you were going to use your legs next, but they were also useless as they remained stuck.

"Shit!" You cussed under your breath, things were starting to get really dangerous. But you tried to remain calm, since you always knew how to get yourself out of situations like these.

"Wrong guy, huh?" The white haired man raised his eyebrow at you. His hands shoved into his pockets as he looked down to meet his eyes with yours, you felt mocked. But you weren't gonna give in.

"Heh yeah... Bummer"

You awkwardly laughed, trying to find a way to escape. Eyes darting around the room to find something that would help. But your search was futile when his hand grabbed your face and turned it to face him, your wide eyes locked in with his crimson ones.

"There's no use finding an escape, kitten. You're stuck here with me until I decide to let you go" His deep yet dominating voice calmly said, the sudden nickname he gave you made you furrow your eyebrows.

"Until you decide to let me go? Oh hell nah"

You shook your head to release the grip on your face, you were planning on acting like a small fry and crawl your way out, but something about being looked down on bothered you, and you just had to say something about it.

"Listen man, I don't know who you are, but I admit this whole thing was my fault, okay? If you need something to compensate for whatever loss you had I'll give it, just name your price"

In a strong yet calm manner, you bribed the man in front of you in an attempt to free yourself, but once again, like deja vu, he wasn't buying it.

"I don't think so"

You heard him answer before your entire vision is covered in red and black, few feathers can be seen swishing around before the dirty and worn out room you were at was replaced with an extravagant one with a dark aesthetic. A bedroom to be exact.

Your eyes widened in shock, frantically letting your head move left and right in disbelief. Did you just teleport?

"What the hell..." You whispered, not releasing that your hands were bound behind you now.

You had no idea that evols could teleport, or maybe that was this guy's whole shtick, either way, right now wasn't the time to be impressed.

Before you could ask why you were brought into a bedroom, a large hand wrapped itself around your left arm and pulled you toward the bed, gently yet strong enough to toss you onto the bed, the sudden gesture made you immediately go to defense mode.

"Hey man what gives-" You yelled, but the moment you turned your head you were an inch away from the white haired man's face.

You didn't realize this before because of how stressed out you were but, he was very attractive.

"A little kitten decided to pull me out from a very important meeting, I would just give that kitten a little flick on the forehead and be on my way, but to know that I wasn't even the kitten's main target is a bit annoying"

He said, each word he spoke made you feel his hot breath on your lips, but you had to stay focused and get out.

"W-Why's that?" You slightly furrowed your eyebrows once more, trying to mask your awareness with an innocent confused look.

"Because I can't kill it without a reason" He concluded. The red gleam in his eyes made you shudder, the bloodlust was there alright.

You still didn't know who this man was, however. So as if the threat didn't happen, you audaciously decided to open your mouth to ask.

"By the way, who even are you?"

You had no idea your tone was so mocking as to how curious you were, you watched as the man had a lost expression on his face, it didn't show shock, but he was definitely taken back by your question.

"...How old are you?" He answered back with a question completely irrelevant to yours, but you answered him anways.

"21, why?" You watched him scoff.

"The way you behave is like a child" You weren't exactly phased by his words, cause you were too busy figuring out how to release yourself from the evol that was holding you in place.

Your silence hinted the man that your focus was on something else, and that bothered him. So to grab your attention he sat himself of the bed and lifted you up, now you were suddenly sitting on his lap, back facing him.

"Woah!" You exclaimed, out of everything you thought of you weren't expecting him to lift you up like nothing and have you sat on his lap.

Oh, it kinda feels comfy...

You thought, snapping yourself out of it when you remembered the situation you were in.

No wait! I gotta lock in!

"H-Hey what are you doing, man!?" You yelled, turning your head to eye the intimidating man who smirked at you.

"You don't think you can just leave after putting me in such a sorry state without compensation, do you?"

Your eyes widened at his words, suddenly a shiver ran down your spine. It seemed like the fear hasn't kicked in until now. In response to his question that wasn't particularly seeking a response, you gulped.

"I-I told you I'll do something as an apology earlier..." You said in a quiet tone, almost mumbling, but still audible.

"I rather not wait. I'm not a patient man"

You felt his large hands wrap itself around your torso, holding you still as you felt something hard poke your ass. You stared into the distance with wide eyes, almost like you were in daze before unconciously muttering the words-

"What the fuck"

"It looks like compensation won't be the only thing I need to gain tonight, but also a lesson for that mouth of yours" He whispered into your ear, you felt your face heating up from the sudden intimacy.

You didn't want to admit it, but you were excited.

You remained silent, waiting to see what his next move was. You were too busy suppressing how you felt to notice his hands moving under your clothes to feel your bare skin, until you felt his cold fingertips. Making you flinch and your breath hitch.

"Sylus..." He whispered.

"...What?"

"I'm Sylus"

You felt your face crumble in shock. Suddenly freezing before struggling to look back at the man slowly. You heard about him so many times before ever since you came to N109 Zone. There's even posters about him throwing in high prices if he was captured.

It was stupid that your client didn't accepted Sylus, because he was probably worth more than Lumiere. But even if they did wanted Sylus, you'd probably still end up in the same situation as you are now.

"...Fuck" Like a machine that reacts through cuss words, you swore under your breath. Watching the man himself, Sylus tilt his head at you with a raised eyebrow.

"...Fine, make it quick" You concluded. You decided to get over with whatever he wanted. Knowing that running away was futile now that you knew who he was. Totally not because you wanted to spend some time with the attractive older male.

"...I like your confidence" He smirked, his hands now actively trailing upward to lift your bra upwards under your clothes, his fingers brushing against your nipples, the unexpected gesture made you close your eyes on instinct, biting your lower lip.

You felt his fingers circle around your areolas, you could tell he was playing with you, and with the pride you had that bothered you. But you can't help but stay quiet and let him touch you the way he pleased, something about his touch was making you lose all reason.

Not realizing that you were squirming the entire time, you heard him groan behind you as you unconciously wanted to feel his clothed dick on your swollen clit, being the one in control, he noticed your needs.

"Don't move, or else I'll be getting more than a compensation from you" He warned.

"Tsk! Then hurry up, old man!" You groaned impatiently, face red from having your nipples touched bare by someone else other than you.

You didn't realize that your words would cost you when his right hand suddenly went from your breast to slipping down your pants in one swift move, making you attempt to move away from his hand like an idiot.

"W-What are you-?!"

"You want me to hurry up right? Then I will do just that" He said calmly, rubbing your clothed cunt to feel your juices soak your underwear. It felt uncomfortable and dirty, yet you can't help but shiver in excitement.

Sylus used his fingers to rub around your clit too. Letting the wetness rub against it so that teasing you would affect you more than it should, also to rile up my reactions from you.

You huffed when you felt him playing with your nipple with one hand, and the other rubbing on your clothed pussy. It felt good, but it wasn't enough, you were starting to wonder what kind of compensation Onychinus' Leader was even looking for at this point.

"S-Shit" You groaned, feeling impatient of having your body played around with no sight of release soon.

"Swearing again? You really are looking for some sort of punishment" It seemed like Sylus didn't like your sharp mouth, so he decided to give you something to learn to not do it again.

You had to hold back a whine when he suddenly removed his hand from your throbbing cunt, only to put it back in again, this time directly without having your underwear act as a barrier.

The bare feeling of his fingers on your wet clit made you roll your eyes back in satisfaction, finally getting the stimulation you've been eagerly wanting the entire time.

"Mmph! A-Ah there!"

You shamelessly moaned, thrusting your hips against his fingers to feel them rub against your small and swollen clit, just a few strokes and you'll finally get the release you've been wanting.

"So naughty" Sylus whispered into your ear, connecting his lips onto your neck and giving it a suck, letting his teeth add onto the friction to distract you from the pleasure you were getting from your cunt and nipple.

"I wanna cum!! H-Hurry up!!" You demanded, although Sylus found your tough personality endearing, he won't stand for being ordered around by someone as small as you.

"And what makes you think you deserve release so early? You need to learn your place, sweetie" His voice deepened as he warned, your eyes widened when his finger suddenly dragged itself down to your hole.

Before you could react, he already pushed one finger in, like he knew you already, his finger found it's way onto your sweet spot. You had to let out a gasp before moaning nonstop, feeling his finger continuously poke onto the same spot until your orgasm neared.

"N-No- Wait! P-Pleas- A-Ah!"

You threw your head back when he added another finger, tears forming in your eyes that you never thought would be from the pleasure you were getting, the orgasm you were going to have was being forced out of you without a second thought, you almost lost yourself in what the main goal was.

Right when you felt like you were inching towards cumming, Sylus removed his fingers from your hole that was now clenching around the air, hoping for something to substitute the painful arousal that was pooling out of it.

"Ah ah ah, bad kittens don't get their fill yet" He teased, you felt your vision turning foggy from the desperation creeping onto you. You almost forgot your hands were rendered useless at the moment because you still weren't free.

"C-Come on..." You whispered, almost in defeat. Your voice hinting a strong sense of desperation, almost making you sound cute.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet"

Sylus reassured you, using his evol to pull your pants down along with your underwear, the action didn't make you notice he had lowered his own pants as well, releasing his hard veiny cock that was almost as large as a shampoo bottle.

"If you take this, then I'll accept your compensation and let you go" He rubbed his cock against your entrance, you couldn't see his length properly, but a few rubs and a very visible vein was enough to give you a shock.

"W-Wait that's way too big, I-I can't-"

"You can and you will. Or do you want to compensate me with your life?" He said, he wasn't serious. But how would you know? You're too drunk off your mind to think.

"..." You pressed your lips into a thin line, shutting yourself up from protesting any further.

"Good girl"

Sylus gently laid you down on the bed, your hands that were bound behind you now in front, as well as you having a better look of his cock. It was big enough to reach his belly button, and that intimidated you greatly, yet you couldn't wait to find out what it was like to have your gushing hole get plugged by it.

"Don't struggle" Was all the white haired man said before he started teasing his tip onto your hole, slowly pushing himself in as he watched your juices gush out of your hole to make room for his cock.

"A-AH! T-Too much!!" You whined, but Sylus believed you were stronger than that.

"I'm not even halfway in. But if it's too much for you i'll stop. Though I expected a bounty hunter to be more tougher than this" He mocked, watching your face glare at him.

"B-Bring it on, old man!! I'm no pussy!" You retorted, to which he chuckled at you.

"Good to hear"

He gave another push into your hole, you were sure with this one he was definitely more than halfway in. The feeling of his cock stretching into you while pushing onto your cervix made you cry in a manner you would have never thought you could do.

"O-Oh fuck!!" You exclaimed, having tears well up in your eyes again.

"Tsk, that mouth needs more than a lesson" Sylus tsked, before grabbing your face to kiss him, with no warning he had his tongue distracting you from the mix of pain and pleasure you were receiving.

His kiss was rough, yet so comforting. He made sure not an inch of your mouth was neglected before he started thrusting in and out of you.

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth with your eyes rolled back, right away with a few thrusts you could feel your orgasm that was denied earlier finding it's way back, and it was dangerously close too.

"M-Mmphh!!" You started becoming more aware of the smooching noises and squelches your mouth and hole was making, but everytime you tried to listen you'd be distracted by the loud slaps of Sylus' cock onto your pussy continuously.

Each time he hits the right spots you can't help but keep your eyes hung at the roof of your head, crying into the hungry kisses Sylus gave you to make your hole clamp down his dick.

Before you could even realize it, your orgasm finally arrived. Leaving you a moaning mess crying from stimulation. Also letting Sylus finally break the kiss between you two to relieve himself.

"A-Almost there" Sylus muttered in gritted teeth, not stopping for a second to chase his own ejaculation into your cunt while you helplessly laid on the bed, taking in his length continuously with every broken moan that left your mouth.

In a groan, Sylus let himself cum into your gushing wet hole that soaked the bedsheets, giving your forehead a small kiss before finally releasing your wrists and pulling out if you to let his cum spill out your twitching hole.

You could leave right now, but after having your hole destroyed and throbbing, you couldn't even sit up if you wanted to. The white haired man that was now lying beside you knew it all too well.

"Am I... *huff* ...free from... *pant*... compensating... ah.... you now...?" You said in between pants, your voice cracking from how hard you cried, your little attempt to speak made Sylus smile at you, hand on his head as he stared at you like he adored you.

"Hmm... No"

Your mouth dropped in disbelief, snapping your neck to look at the smirking white haired man.

"Perhaps I need to be compensated a few more times, only once isn't enough"

He wrapped his arms to hold you close to him, now your eyes were locked onto his chest, as he rested his chin onto your head while you remained speechless.

It looks like you got yourself in real big trouble with the one man you tried to avoid the entire time bounty hunting...

Onychinus' Leader Sylus.

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A/N: GUESS WHO CAME BACK W A NEW SMUT ONESHOT? thats right, i know i usually only do WUWA smut but i did mention I play LADS and oml... SYLUS...

PLEASE PUT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD SIR I AM YOURSSSS

ZAYNE PLEASE DON'T MISUNDERSTAND I LOVE YOU OKAY 😭😭😭

anyways enjoy your meals ✨️✨️✨️😋

[zoropookie]

HOW HATERS DIE (HHD)

YOU WERE under scrutiny of the one and only justsofamous for years and years before finding out who he is. constantly having to question your self-worth was a bigger downhill slope than the time you were begging your friends, crying and pleading, for them to go to a concert with you of an artist they all hated except you. but now that you're pretty much going through the motions of retracing your self esteem and your (extremely ironic) relationship with this guy who harassed you and then picked enough apples to win your heart, you started to consider moving in with him after he offered it enough times. only that, once you actually did...things started falling apart again for the two of you.

former streamer!scaramouche x gn streamer!reader

This is PART TWO of the smau HOW HATERS ARE BORN. If you haven't finished that one, it's recommended you do before reading this.

genre: smau, lovers being lovers, twitch streamer reader, farmer scara, i made reader like a feral rat, comedy, crackfic, romance, some drama, many apples

warnings: lots of swearing, crude and unnecessary jokes, kys/kms jokes, death threats, a lot of things that are spelled wrong, alcohol, excessive partying, irl photos to visualize scenarios but there's none of reader

status: starting soon!

a/n: i never actually thought i'd make a part two to this, and i don't really know what brought me to this point where i needed to pull a 22 jump street. did 21 jump street ever need a sequel itself? anyway, it’s something to give you guys as a thanks, and even if it’s kinda hidden in obscurity, at least it’s out there in the world. :) enjoy!!

♡ prologue || "stop, you are literally ruining my life right now."

chapter one — spork 🍎 ♡ chapter two — 1985

chapter three — the cursed corn maze ♡ chapter four — thug gangster shit

chapter five — the amoeba sisters ♡ chapter six — love is like taxes

chapter seven — it's getting old ♡ chapter eight — the moment of truth

chapter nine — 7 bullets ♡ chapter ten — gg, chat

taglist is open!

[mandatory-ftmbreeder]

Some people have been asking so here’s the story of how i had a threesome with myself (trans guy), my boyfriend (cis guy), and our new fwb who is a divorced single father of 3 (cis guy) tldr; i understand why this guy has 3 kids cuz i would also let him put a baby in me again and again.

FOR REFERENCE: Single father = D, my bf = P.

I was traveling all day on the 28th (had TWO flights to get back to where i live) and i didn’t get home till 1 am. But thankfully D was still up to meeting up with us despite the late hour and we got to his house at 2 am.

We walk up to his front door and I can see this man is watching freaking heroes of the storm gameplay on his tv, he opens the door and is wearing a onesie lmfao. We walk in, its a small but very cozy house with a large couch. I sit on the couch in the middle with D to my left and P to my right. We talk about random video game shit for a bit, glance thru his tv and put on a random anime episode. During this my bf is cuddled up to my side and I’m moving my leg closer to D till its pressed against his.

D gets up to get water and my bf whispers to me that I should put my hand on D’s lap when i get back. D returns, it takes me awhile, but I eventually do put my hand on D’s thigh. It doesn’t take long before he’s doing the same to me. We talk a bit more like this, starting to rub each other’s thighs, we change the tv to 21 jump street, laugh at the stupid shit in the beginning, and then my bf starts encouraging me to put my hand on his dick. Slowly, I start to rub where I think D’s dick is and eventually I find it and shit. He’s already fully hard.

I’m also rubbing my bf’s dick with my other hand while I do this. Both of them are rubbing higher and higher on my thighs and D is rubbing my cunt through my shorts. I tug at D’s onesie and he opens it up for me and this man is FULLY naked underneath it. I grab his dick and start jerking him off. Bf tells me to return the favor and yanks off my shorts and boxers.

D gets down between my legs and starts eating me out with a passion. Clit sucking, lapping at my hole, going crazy. My bf takes off his bottoms as well and we end up in this triangle where D is eating me out, I’m jerking off my bf, and my bf is sucking D’s cock.

We move to the bed and I lick/suck D’s dick for a bit (but i have a small mouth and my jaw gets tired very easily unfortunately). Thankfully my bf LOVES sucking cock so my bf tells me to ride D’s face while he sucks D’s dick. We do this for a bit before I move down and start to ride D.

and holy fuck. Hooooly. Fuck. The moment this older man’s dick is in me I can tell I am in for a good fucking time. It fills me up so fucking good, stretches me and goes in me deep without hurting me (I’ve taken a dick way too big before that DID hit too deep and hurt me.) and even though I’m riding D, he’s also very actively participating and fucking right back up into me. Shit. It felt so good. I end up also slobbering all over my bf’s dick while D fucks my brains out and I bounce on it like a mindless slut. From this point onwards my brain is a mess because that dick renders me incapable of proper thought.

We fuck like that for awhile before my legs get tired so I lay on my back, legs spread open wide by D. And then D gets out this amazing huge powerful wand vibrator and thats when I know I am REALLY, REALLY in for a good time. Getting fucked by this man while a vibrator on my clit is so FUCKING GOOD. While this is happening sometimes I’m jerking off my bf or sucking his dick, or D is sucking his dick.

D decides to give my bf a turn fucking me. Bf mating presses me while I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out and let D rub his cock all over my tongue and lips. I also suck on the tip and lick up and down it too. Moaning like a fucking bitch in heat. Doing this until my bf cums inside me.

Then we change positions again so I’m on my back, ass hanging off the side of the bed, while D stands up and fucks me. Back to using the vibrator again and this shit is fucking magical. And let me tell you all… D knows how to fuck. This man knows. how. to. fuck. He doesn’t hesitate to move me around however he wants, spreading my legs wide, folding me practically in half, yanking me closer to him so he can fuck me better. He puts his hand on my lower pubic area and pushes upwards so it pulls back the foreskin on my clit so i can feel the vibrator against it better AND HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO ASK IF I WANTED IT. HE JUST KNEW IT WOULD FEEL GOOD FOR ME. (Probably because I clench really hard when something feels really good but yknow lol)

At this point we have to take a short 5 min water break (neither D nor I have cum yet, bf did cum and is just chilling) and my hair is literally WET and matted with sweat.

D and I go back to fucking in the same position. I end up taking control of the vibrator while he keeps fucking me. Bf is whispering naughty shit to me, telling me how much of a slut I am, how much I very obviously enjoy this, while D says how fucking tight and good my hole feels. D ends up cumming inside me and a few seconds later I’m able to make myself cum with D’s cock still in my cunt and holy. fucking. shit.

I screamed so loud my bf thought I was giving BIRTH. Listen, when I cum, I’m usually a quiet guy. I rarely make any noise and if I do its usually a few quiet whimpers. But this time… I genuinely could not fucking control myself and I was screaming LOUD. I wasn’t playing it up, I wasn’t faking it, that shit was from the SOUL. My orgasm is so fucking overwhelming it lasts a solid 45 seconds and i’m nearly screaming the entire time and my legs are shaking so hard D has to hold me up. Towards the end of my orgasm D pulls out of me and I can feel a thick string of cum leak out and go right down my entire ass.

My bf and I were literally laughing at each other after I finished orgasming like “um holy shit what the HELL was that???” girl idfk either.

And afterwards I felt very at peace with myself and so deeply satisfied all I could do was laugh and be sleepy till we got home and fell asleep.

Thanks for reading my sexcapade. Hopefully I’ll have more in the future with D to tell about later.

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 9

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

The house was clean but it bothered you it wasn't cleaner. It had been almost a week since the murders. You didn't remember most of your time at the hospital. The doctors told you that you went into cardiac arrest due to trauma. Even your heart was over dramatic. You died for a few seconds but something somewhere decided you needed to be here. At least that's the way you liked to think of it. Friday was Sydney and Tatum's funeral. It was a hard thing to sit through especially seeing Dewy cry the way he did. There was a reason he lived through the murders, maybe it was the same one that kept you breathing.

Staying at home alone was slowly killing you and your dad saw it. In all honesty you couldn't believe he had agreed to letting Stu move in for a bit. Your dad barley let you leave the bed, scared you wouldn't heal properly. He had been taking care of you the best he could. Changing your bandages and whatnot. He had to go back to work soon and he didn't want you to be by yourself.

Stu had called you every night once he heard you left the hospital. He told you all about how his parents were back in town just to see the damage to the house. He didn't seem upset by the heartless fact but you knew it had to hurt worse than his stab wounds. Billy moved back in with his dad, that's what Stu had told you. Billy kept calling but for reasons unknown to him you never answered. Even if you did pick up the moment you heard his voice the phone would hit the receiver.

You heard a car pull in the driveway making your heart sink. Trying to convince your father to let you ride with him to pick up Stu was an impossible task. "You are not going outside with it being cold as hell. You better be glad I'm letting him come over here at all. End of discussion." It was aggravating sure but you couldn't argue with him.

"Boy who raised you?" Your dad snapped as he opened the front door. "Um no one really Sir." You dad dropped Stu's bags by the couch letting the boy walk inside. "That would explain it." Your eyes were wide hearing the hateful conversation. "What are you guys talking about?" Your dad hung his keys up on the hook leaving his coat on the rack beside the keys. "Your friend here thinks 21 Jump Street is better than Miami Vice." Stu shrugged while you bit your lip holding back a laugh and tears. The last time you saw him was at the funeral and you did get to speak to him then. "Is it alright if I give her a hug?" Stu looked at your dad then back at you.

"She's a grown woman ask her." Your dad may not act like it but he appreciated the boy's polite nature. "Can I hug you?" He held out his arms, his baggy sweater covering the wounds you knew littered his skin. "Get over here doofus." Your voice was shaky. A small wince left your lips as Stu squeezed you a little too tight. You weren't about to complain though. You were just happy he was here. Stu pulled away once your dad started talking. "I cleaned out the guest bedroom so you'll have a place to stay. Now I don't care if you two hang out in the same room but the doors in this house stay open." Stu nodded terrified of your dad.

"Understood Mr. L/n." Stu saluted and your dad just sighed. "Have you eaten yet kid?" Your friend barley remembered his middle name let alone the last time he ate. "No Sir." Mumbling under his breath your dad grabbed his coat and keys again. "I'm going to get pizza. Is he allergic to anything?" He asked pointing at Stu. "Soap maybe but that's about it." Stu poked your arm with a smile, happy you still act like your old self. Things were different no doubt but if you made it through death he was sure you two could fix whatever was broken. Your dad took off leaving the house to you two.

"21 jump street really? Man you've got a type." You joked but Stu stayed serious. "Have you talked to him?" By him he meant Billy. The last person you wanted to talk to or about. "No. We have nothing to talk about." The biggest understatement in the history of understatements. "You have plenty to talk about. You could say "Hey Billy does this look infected?" Ooh or "Billy did you ever think that haircut made you look like a ken doll?" You laughed so hard your side started to shoot pain throughout your abdomen.

Stu didn't know his own strength when it came to jokes. "Um here sit down." He grabbed your arm as his other hand rested on your lower back supporting you as you sat on the couch. "I'm fine. It does that sometimes." He looked down at you noticing the bags under your eyes and the sort of death warmed over look you were absolutely rocking. "Can I see it?" He said wanting to compare the damage. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." You winked at him but he just stared at you with concern. Slowly you peeled up your shirt showing off the gauze. "Jesus Christ it's so bruised." He curiously touched the tip of his finger to the discolored skin.

"Ah!" You screamed scaring him. He jerked his hand away as you held your side and laughed. He felt hurt for a second before pursing his lips, finally having a laugh. "I'm glad you're lightening up." You patted the seat next to you wanting him settle down for a bit. "I've just been really worried about you. You literally died." You could hear the sadness start to crack in his voice. "Hey, only for a few seconds. I'm a drama queen at heart." Stu smiled looking at the wall rather than you.

You grabbed his hand from his lap weaving your fingers with his. "It's going to be hard but we'll make it work. We'll start all over. Just us against the world." He wanted to imagine Billy here. He'd be on the other side of you just sitting, listening to you and Stu talk. The Billy you knew wasn't the Billy Stu had lived with for the past year. Sure he could be a self righteous asshole but behind closed doors he was caring in his own way.

"How is he?" You asked breaking the silence in the room. "He's good. He's going back to school tomorrow." The school had closed for a week out of respect for the people who lost their lives. Everyone had told you to take your time to heal and grieve before going back. It was a surprise to hear Billy would want to go back immediately. "Why?" Stu thought back to the long conversations he's had with his friend every night since he left the hospital. "He said he just wants to get back into a routine. At this point we're just trying to graduate."

It was a valid point. "What are you doing after graduation?" Before, Stu would've said party. But now he truly didn't know. "I guess go to college like everybody else." You didn't know it but your little speech really did a number on him. Not to mention the brush of death he experienced. "That's no fun." You pouted. The boy just shrugged. "Helps me blend in you know? Like you said when we first met." If Stu wanted his sequel he was going to have to work for it.

Lifting up your arms you cup his face turning him to face you. "Don't think you need to change Stu Macher." Now you were just confusing him. "You changed yourself for Billy and it worked. Why can't I be who you need me to be?" His voice was once again wobbly. "Because Stu I fell in love with the real you. The one that hits on anything with a pulse with no intention of following through. The real you that secretly loves girly shit but won't admit it in fear of your friends hating you for it." His lip quivered as tears built up on his waterline.

"If it wasn't for you this whole story line would've been much different. You gave me hope that this whole thing might just work out. You're my best friend, and before you get upset thinking I've friend zoned you. Just know that I love you with all my shitty heart." It was a little soon to be saying the word "love" but after helping murder people it was probably the least dramatic thing you could say. Stu lunged forward with the intention of kissing you. Instead his forehead collided with yours. You grabbed your head falling back from the force quickly holding your side which also started to pulse with pain. "I am so sorry." Stu said trying to check your forehead. "It's okay just give me a second everything is hurting."

If Billy was here Stu knew he'd take initiative. He'd grab your face making sure you weren't hurt and would somehow magically make the pain go away. But Stu wasn't Billy so he had to think of the next best thing. "What can I do to help?" He asked as you waited for the headache to stop. "Can you get the ice pack out of the freezer?" Now that he could do. He pulled open the fridge going straight for the ice box at the bottom. He grabbed the cute little plaid ice bag from the box and shut the door. "Here you go."

"Thanks." You held the bag on top of your head for a second as the cold helped alleviate the beginning of a migraine. Stu sat back down next to you watching you close your eyes. You really were one of the most beautiful girls he's ever seen. "Okay now if you promise not to beat me up you can have that kiss now." He carefully placed his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. Stu pulled away wanting it just to be a cute little moment. "You didn't have to stop." You said giving him a weird look for the grin on his face. "I know. It's just... you actually smell terrible and I just couldn't go on much longer." You scrunched up your nose playfully smacking his good arm. Stu was back and you were glad to have him.

Your dad finally brought home the pizza noticing someone had already set the table. "Y/n I told you not to be-" He looked at you sitting on the couch with a magazine while Stu was fixing drinks. "What do you want to drink?" Stu asked grabbing the last empty glass. "I didn't know you hired a maid Y/n." That boy was whipped and your dad knew it the moment Stu got in his car. "I didn't, he offered to help." You defended yourself and Stu backed you up.

"It's true. I just wanted to help is all." He wasn't lying but there was more to it. You weren't able to do the few things you loved to do. Having the table set and everyone's food ready was like a love language of yours. Stu was just happy to see you smile because of something he did. "I'll have tea." Your dad sat the pizza on the table as you walked over to Stu. "What do you want to drink?" Stu asked you once he sat down your dad's glass of tea. "I am perfectly capable of making my own drink." You protested but Stu was determined. "I know but I'm already up and making glasses so what would you like?"

You mumbled an answer as he filled your glass. "Thank you." He just smiled at you telling you to sit down. Once Stu sat down everyone started grabbing pieces. "What kind of music do you listen to?" Your dad asked Stu before taking a bite of his pizza. Stu swallowed the food in his mouth before he spoke. "I listen to what most people my age do. A bit of the Beastie Boys mixed with some Nirvana. Nine Inch Nails is pretty cool." Stu saw the unamused look on your dad's face. "That new Elvis record sure is groovy." Your friend's impersonation made you nearly choke on your food. Your dad even laughed which was a hard thing to get him to do.

"He sounds just like you." Your dad pointed towards you. "I do not sound like that." He raised his eyebrow as your mouth hung open. "You definitely sound like that." Stu said choosing to side with your dad rather than you. You shrugged taking a drink from your glass. Once the box was empty your dad folded it throwing it in the trash. "Thanks for dinner Mr. L/n." Stu said making your dad shake his head. "You're welcome kid." Finishing the rest of your drink you stood up not with a wince in pain. "Woah you need help?" Stu asked as he quickly stood up ignoring his own pain. "No I'm fine. I think I'm going to take a shower."

The room got quiet. Stu didn't know what all that entailed and your dad was simply waiting for Stu to make a wrong move. "Dad I'm going to need you to show him how to cover this so he can help when you go to work tomorrow." The boy next to you looked at you like you were crazy. The thought of you being half naked with him and your dad in the same room gave him the heebiejeebies. "Don't he know how to cover his own wounds?" Your dad asked thinking the whole demonstration thing seemed awkward. He didn't do awkward.

"Oh I've just been letting the stitches breath." Stu said nonchalantly. You gasped at the admission in shock. "Good God. Both of you get up stairs to her bathroom I can't believe I've gotta do this." Your dad cursed under his breath. You and Stu started up the stairs before you had a chance to scold him. "Let me see them." You went ahead and started pulling at his shirt. "Unhand me woman!" He yelled embarrassing you. He laughed as he made his way into your bathroom.

Your dad made his way into the bathroom bemused by you and Stu's thumb wrestling match. "Y/n come here." You stood with your arms up as far as you could bring them. He grabbed the hem of the shirt trying to pull it off without hurting you. By this point he had the technique down. Stu cringed just thinking about what was under the bandage. Billy had told him what you did and how you did it. When you hit that wall the blade had curved going diagonally into your skin. They said it was a wonder it didn't go out the other side.

Stu had cuts on his arm and different sized cuts all over his abdomen. Some of which broke the skin on his back. You crossed your arms over your bra concealing what was already covered. "Can you get your shirt off by yourself?" Your dad asked his parental mode on. "Um yeah." Stu said getting up off the edge of the tub and slowly peeling off his shirt. "Jesus Christ boy." You covered your mouth seeing his blood stained tank top. "What?"

"That crazy son of a bitch sure did a number on you." He said looking Stu up and down. "I don't go down easy." He laughed not truly understanding how depressing the sight was to see. "You don't have to tell me that. Do you need help taking of the wife beater?" You mentally face palmed at his words. Stu started to peel the shirt off but his skin was stuck to it. "Ow fuck!" Stu cursed forgetting about your dad in the room. "I'm so sorry."

"How long have you had that shirt on?" Stu thought about it for a second. "Since last night." He really was helpless. "Get in the tub." Your dad sighed but he couldn't be mad at Stu. You told him about his family or rather the lack there of. Stu taught himself everything he knows so he's simply doing all he knows how to do. "Excuse me?" Stu asked not sure if he heard him right. "Y/n get me a warm wet rag." Your dad practically pushed Stu into the bathtub. What Stu failed to realize was that the fabric of the tight tank top had bonded to the fresh scab each stab wound had. If he just torn it off it would rip the scabs off leaving him bleeding again with the risk of infection. If he didn't already have one by now.

"Here hold the rag on each of your cuts to soften up the scabs." Stu did as told trusting that your dad knew what he was doing. "Now let's get this done really quickly. You watching?" Stu looked over at you as you smiled down at him all scrunched up in the bathtub. Even with your dad present it was an oddly intimate moment. "Take off all the tape and gauze. Throw it away, any time we take off the bandage it goes in the trash. Even if it looks clean." Stu nodded along mentally taking notes. He looked at your stitches noticing they didn't look near as bad as his. The bruising was absolutely horrendous but the wound itself looked great.

"Clean it with warm water only. Don't use alcohol or anything like that." Stu starred blankly regretting his previous actions. "If you did don't worry, I'm surprised you tried to clean it at all." You wanted to tell your dad to be nicer but you honestly agreed with him. He took a different wet rag wiping your side gently. "That doesn't hurt?" Stu asked worried about you. "Actually it's not that bad after awhile. It's mainly when I raise my arm to take of my shirt that it pulls the skin and hurts."

"After it's clean put some Neosporin on it and you cover it back up. Since she is taking a shower though I'll have to tape a piece of plastic over the bandages. Make sense?" It made sense but Stu knew he'd forget most of it. "How will I take a shower?" He asked your dad. The boy had been living without bandages since the hospital. He didn't know you needed to do all this extra work and his parents sure didn't ask if he needed help. "Honestly I think you'll just have to get a wash cloth and wash off for the next couple of days."

You saw the discouraged look on Stu's face. He was almost too cute to be a murderer. "Don't worry. We got each other's backs right?" You asked him dragging him from thought. "Of course." You and your dad slowly started peeling Stu's tank top off. You apologized every time he winced or cursed in pain. "Well now you'll learn not to do that again." Your dad said as he threw the ruined shirt in the garbage. The wounds on his pale skin were an angry red meaning he was probably starting to get an infection. Your dad helped clean each wound and after awhile everyone was making jokes.

He placed the last piece of medical tape down making sure he got all of the wounds. "That's the last of them I think. Now let's go get you a shirt on and let her take a shower." Stu slowly got out of the bathtub taking his sweater out of the bathroom with him. Your dad was just about to walk out before you hugged him. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me." He was starting to understand why you needed that boy over. "You'd be surprised." Your dad said as he left the room.

The shower was quick and careful. Making sure to avoid the new bandages at all cost. Once you got out and dried off you peeled the plastic layer off of your side, throwing it in the trashcan. You opened up your closet deciding to put on a robe because you struggled with shirts. You walked down stairs to tell everyone good night when you saw both Stu and your dad passed out on the couch. Your friend was curled up with his head on the chair arm, using it as a makeshift pillow. While your dad sat with his arms crossed and head back. You walked towards the TV set turning it off with a click.

"I was listening to that." Your dad mumbled. "Yeah I bet. Go to bed you've got work tomorrow and Stu. Stu?" You called his name slowly shaking him awake. His eyes were wide with confusion. That nap must have been deep. "Hey hun I'm going to bed. Your bed is already made up and everything." Stu barley understood a word you said. "I'll make sure he gets to bed and stays in it. Goodnight sweetheart." Your dad said as he kissed your forehead. You just smiled. "Night dad, love you." You said as he returned it. "Love you too."

Part 10

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Totally random but could you write like an alternate ending one shot with Edward and y/n from the the story please lowkey wanna see that play out

ooo sure okay 💜 hope you enjoy :)

out of your league - paul edward x reader (alternate version)

AN: for the paul lovers, all i have to say is, i’m sorry 😭 ! don’t read if you are a paul lover !

read out of your league part 21 for context :)

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The solemn was great but you were sure that your decision was the right one. Your mind was like a tornado by the way thoughts kept coming through.

At the jet landing, Larry and his girlfriend gave you a quick but tight hug before getting into their own car that had someone holding the car door open for them.

A car was waiting for you as well, with Edward holding the door open. You get in the passenger seat and Edward swiftly puts your luggage in the trunk, making sure to keep his quickness at a human level.

The trip was silent but the sound that beat around the car from the busy city life was heard. Reality had set in. You made your choice. Your choice to stay.

The traffic was bad, your eyes were glued to the window. The sky was starting to darken even more than it was, cold rain started to patter softly. A flick of the windshield wipers was heard.

“How was LA?” he asks you softly, dying to make conversation as he noticed your reserved presence but, you jumped at the voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” you ask him in a small voice.

“How was LA?” he asks again.

“Horrible.” you say, not changing the volume as you speak in a small voice.

“Really?” he asks in slight astonishment. You huff out a small sigh as you watch the rain roll down your window, it looked really close to tears. You just silently nod.

After some time, he looks over to you, “Do you want to listen to some music?”

“If you want to, you can turn some on. I’m not stopping you.” you say in a whisper.

It was low like a hum, the music starts to play from his stereo. The classical song that you told him you liked. You give a slight incredulous look, “Really?” you ask.

His lip lifts up into a smile only just a little, as he looked to you. In a way, it did soothe you a bit. It helped clear the thoughts in your mind. Your sadness started to slowly turn into a tad of anger.

If Paul was going to make an ultimatum like that, you thought, “Fuck it.”

It simply wasn’t fair. If the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn’t make him choose like that.

“Are you hungry?” he asks and you notice that the song had ended, what’s now playing is something he seemed to enjoy as you didn’t know the song.

You shrug.

“Y/N, we can’t start this again.” he says softly.

“At least let me…get settled in first. I just want to decompress for a second.” you say. He complies.

The route to your apartment was in your eyes as you looked through the windshield at the street. You get out and your luggage is already in his hand as you move inside of the building.

“I will be quick.” you tell him and he nods as he walks to the sofa that he knew for sure that Alice had picked out.

You sit alone in your bedroom on your bed with your jacket still on. You checked your phone. It was evening now. No calls, no texts, just nothing. You toss it to the side on the soft surface and look to the floor for a moment with a frown with slump shoulders.

Your eyesight begins to blur as tears splat on your lap. You don’t make any noise but a deep breath as your face feels hot. This was something that you wanted so badly.

A soft knock makes you collect the tears from your eyes with a soft sniff.

“Yeah?” you call out after clearing your throat.

“Everything alright?” you hear through the door and you’re already up and walking towards it. You open it and Edward’s face is painted with slight worry.

“Yes….Let’s go.” you say to him as you now have yourself together.

You stared at the bubbles that floated about in your untouched drink. You forgot what you ordered.

“You’re upset…Why?” he rings out softly.

“I made a sacrifice.” you say lowly.

He stared at you even though your eyes were glued to the cup in front of you.

“Do you want to talk about what it was?” he asks.

You don’t say anything at first, but the words were at the tip of your tongue. You raise your eyes to his intense but amber eyes as you began to speak. You had his attention.

“Being here. Coming back here means I lose….him.” you say and you look down. He watched you.

The waiter comes before he could speak, he sets your plate down and you give him a quiet thank you after he says that the plate is hot.

“I’m sure you didn’t lose him.” he says to you as he slightly shakes his head.

“I did.” you say with such finality. You then take your eyes off of him before unwrapping the silverware. You stab your fork into your plate and you eat in silence without looking back up at him.

That night, you called and called Paul. There was no answer. No text back. Acceptance seeped into your body.

The next morning, Alice made you get out of bed. She wouldn’t stop calling to the point that it was your alarm. After getting dressed from your shower, you pull on your jacket and feel in your pockets. The sharp edge of the thin paper poked your fingers and you pull it out. You stared at the amount of 0’s that would change your life. This solidified that you are able to now be the artist without the starving part.

Alice sat with you in the office of a financial adviser at the private bank. You were quiet and let her do most of the talking.

“Do you want to draw later?” she asked softly when they had to answer a quick phone call. You look to her and she looked hopeful. She did nothing wrong and sketching usually made you pour out feelings that were deep within. You nod. She smiles excitedly.

“Okay and you’re good to go.” The fiduciary financial adviser says with a smile and you and Alice rise up.

“He didn’t answer at all?” she asks in disbelief. You told her that you haven’t spoken to Paul.

“No.” you say looking down at the sidewalk with your hands stuffed in your jacket pocket.

“Don’t jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe he’s in his wolf form and can’t answer.”

You sighed, “Alice, it’s the afternoon. He would’ve called me by now if not sooner…..” you say in defeat as you both walked.

Alice bells out a happy hello to her brother who is at his piano. The face on his was shocked that you had came in through the door right behind her. He gets up and walks over to you both.

“Where’s Jasper?” you ask to no one in particular.

“He went to visit Emmett.” Edward replies.

“You didn’t go?” you ask him as you took off your jacket. Edward almost immediately reaches out and you place it in his outreaching arms. He shakes his head.

“Come on!” she says excitedly.

She takes your hand and Edward watched as you disappeared with his sister.

The mannequin this time had nothing on it. A soft grin forms on your lips. You turn to Alice who is setting down plain white sheets on the large workspace.

“You didn’t make anything?” you ask surprised.

She just gracefully twirls as you stare at what she has on.

“Wow.” you just say and she just smiles.

As the sounds of pencils started to scratch into the room, she asks you, “So..Have an idea on what you would want to do for your birthday?”

You shrug, “Probably just treat myself out..Or something.” you say with uncertainty. That’s when her face stretched into a bright smile.

“What?” you ask her with a knowing grin.

“Nothing.” she says as she starts to color in the design she’s making.

“Yeah, right.” you say shaking your head with a chuckle and go back to finishing your own work. You didn’t care too much about drawing the clothes in a technical manner.

“So..What did you and Edward do for the two days I was gone?” you ask.

“We just did what we normally do. It was a bit boring to be honest.” she says.

“Really? I mean…You can guys can basically do anything.” you point out. This makes her laugh a little.

“But, I didn’t have anyone to do this with.” she says.

“Mm.” you say with a nod as you finish up with what’s on your paper.

It seemed as soon as you both got done, Edward appeared in the doorway.

“Look at what we made.” Alice says to him and waves him over. He enters and his eyes flicker to yours first. You put a hand over it. Alice nudges your hand, “Y/N.”

“It’s not as good as yours.” you say with a slight frown.

“Who cares.” she says with a smile. You let your hand up and Edward is now beside you.

“It’s good Y/N.” he says to you as he inspects it. You thank him even though you don’t fully believe him.

“Alright, you two. I have to hunt and by the time I get back, Jasper will be here.” she says to you both and you follow her out of the room.

“You’re not going?” you ask Edward after Alice had made her departure.

“I went when you and Alice were away.” he says. You nod. You cross your arms and your eyes go to his abandoned piano.

“What were you playing?” you ask. He doesn’t say anything immediately as he walks to the bench but doesn’t sit down.

“How about I teach you instead.” he says with a warm smile. You put your head slightly up and he chuckled at this.

“Come on, it’s easy.” he says as he gestures for you to come.

You flop down and stare at the keys. They were like a foreign language.

“I’m not going off of anything you say is easy.” you say as you turn your head to look up at him. He stared down with liquid gold eyes with amusement.

“A child can learn what I’m about to teach you.” he says as you turn back around as he stepped closer behind you.

“Place your fingers here.” he says and demonstrates with his own as he leaned his arms over your shoulder. You follow and you hold back your flinch from his fingers brushing briefly against yours. You sit up straighter with square shoulders.

His fingers press yours down and have you repeat the first sequence. You do so before he teaches you the next sequence and you do that before you start from the top.

“See?” he says as you play on your own. You never thought you would be able to play a song on the piano but, to be fair, it was easy. The notes weren’t complicated and the melody was simple.

After you play with ease, he suggest another set of notes to make it sound a bit better.

As you play around with it, you couldn’t help but softly ahh out at the fact that you were getting the hang of the instrument. He slowly reached back over and adds onto the melody that you were already playing. You both were now playing the piano together.

He retracted his arms and it makes you stop. You turn around and the prolonged eye contact that he gives you makes you nervous. You look down. He senses this and holds out his hand. You stare at it for a moment before taking it.

You shivered slightly as he held onto your hand and leads you to a room. His hand felt like a stone that you had picked up in cold weather.

Your body froze as you stared at the piece he had bought from you. It was nicely placed and it seemed to go really well with the room. You let your eyes travel about.

“This is your room?” you ask quietly and look to him. He nods. You hum a response.

“I can’t believe you bought it.” you say with a sly grin as you continued to look at. You had to admit, you were glad that your hard work didn’t go to waste.

“I just couldn’t resist.” he says. The room seemed like something was missing. You look around with furrowed eyebrows and he watched you.

He watched your face return back to neutral. He wanted to know what was on your mind as you were clearly thinking hard.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Oh..Nothing..” you say with a soft chuckle. It seemed embarrassing.

He brings out an encouraging grin, even subtly swinging the hand that was still attached to his, “Tell me.” You felt his thumb brush against the back of your hand. You look down and back up at him and his gaze back at you with a fond look.

“You don’t have a bed.” you say and he chuckles out and you continue, “But I forgot. You don’t sleep.” you say with a soft smile that came on your face without permission.

“You’re right.” he says to you.

“So like…Do you miss it?” you ask. You genuinely wanted to know. He leads you to a large plush chair that was in his room. He sits down and your hand is still attached to his as you look down at him. He tugs it slightly and you hesitate as you look at his lap.

You decide to sit on the arm of the chair, letting your legs and sock covered feet rest between his leg. You two are now close. You focus on breathing as you realize he never let go of your hand.

“I do now.” he tells you. You look at him in astonishment. You didn’t expect that answer.

“You do? I would figure that’s the part that didn’t really matter.” you say.

“Well.. I didn’t care too much for it..But…” he says but trails off. Silence fell in your ears and you look away from your piece that you were glancing at and look at his face.

“But what?”

“I wish I could dream.” he reveals in a voice that’s dripping in velvet.

“Hm…Fair…What would you dream about?” you asked him.

He then looks down a bit and you match his lax grin.

“Don’t leave me on a cliffhanger.” you say humorously.

“I don’t want to scare you away. That’s all.” he tells you softly.

“A little too late for that. I’m literally hanging with Dracula right now.”

He laughs out, even tilting his head back and you can see the glisten of his white teeth from the light.

“What do you dream about?” he asks. You shake your head and sigh a little, “Don’t change the subject.”

“If you tell me, I’ll tell you.” he says. You roll your eyes a bit, “You’re so unfair.”

“An eye for an eye.” he says with a grin.

You huff out a bit before you just shrug, “Random stuff really. I go on adventures in my dreams. If I were to make a movie about my dreams it would be a mind trip.”

He unclasps his hand from yours before reattaching it. You watch this.

“Come on.” you trail out encouragingly but softly as you see that he’s hesitating still. He swallows just a bit before speaking out, “This. Us. The things that we do.”

Your breath hitched. For some reason, you didn’t expect that to be his answer. You blink at him to see if he would joke or saying, “Just kidding.” but he doesn’t. He just waits for your reaction with his intense eyes.

“Wasn’t expecting that.” you replied with pursed lips as you were in thought. You get up, making sure to not let yourself stumble and wiggle your hand free from his.

You walk to a record collection of his and choose to look at that with your hands on your hips.

“I scared you away.” he states as he speaks over your shoulder.

You bark out a laugh, “That didn’t scare me.”

He picks up a record and you watch him as he shows it to you. He slides it out and placed it in the record player. You continue to watch him.

He turns back around to face you once the needle hits the track and the record spins. The melodic rhythm fills the room. He’s standing close in front of you and reaches down slowly to grab your hand again. This time you’re not shocked by the difference of the body temperature.

What you’re shocked about is the fact that he pulls you fluidly to him, he carefully placed your hands on his shoulders and he placed his on your waist. Feet started to move and you follow his. No words were said as the slow song played. It reminded you of a vintage romance movie. So much, that you swallowed from nervousness.

You see a mirror and you catch the reflection. It looked like a romantic painting. You didn’t know how to feel about that, as you didn’t know if you were overreacting.

You lightly huff out a tiny laugh and look down.

“What?” he asks as a small grin danced on his lips. You shake your head a bit, “I never thought I would…I don’t know…Slow dancing?”

“You haven’t done this with anyone else before?” he asks and you catch the slight surprise. You shake your head. Before you knew it, he lifts you a small twirl happens as you clutch onto him. You laugh a bit. He sets you back down on your feet with a warm smile, his finger slightly brushed the exposed skin from your shirt lifting a bit. Goosebumps appear and he takes one of your hands and hold it. He lifted you up as easily as one could lift a doll, placing you on your tippy toes on top of his feet.

He looks down at you and you look up at him. He looks content. As if he could look at you all day. Thoughts are empty as you watch him lean closer and closer slowly. You were almost to his height this way, so he didn’t have to move too far. He placed a kiss on your cheek. You jerk from surprise but luckily he holds you up in a firm hold.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers out, his eyebrows are knitted together.

“I…” you just say but you couldn’t think of anything to say. You were ashamed that a spark was felt on your cheek. You felt guilty.

He sets your feet to the floor and steps back. An apologetic look is on his face.

“I’m gonna use the restroom.” you quietly say with your head down.

In the mirror, the reflection reached and the fingertips touched the touched cheek. You let your eyes fall with your hand.

You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone. There was nothing. Still no texts, no calls, or even an attempt to reach out. You shove it back into your pocket.

You walk out and you catch Edward brooding in his chair. His eyes lift up to you standing in his room. Your hands rest on your arms as you watch him.

“I’m sorry.” he says again and looked like he wanted to kick himself.

You shrug, “It wasn’t on the lips.” He doesn’t say anything but doesn’t take his eyes away from yours.

You sit back onto the arm of the chair, just like how you previously were.

You place both arms on your knees as you both stare at each other. You watch as he graced his fingers on your hand.

“You don’t know how good it feels to do this without my throat severely burning.” he says softly. You nod in understanding.

“I have to confess something.” he then says.

You take his hand fully. Hoping it was enough for him to spit it out. It was.

“I did have a breakup with Bella…”

You snort, “Why did you lie?”

“I felt foolish…That meant that I had to come to terms that I agreed to a relationship with the greatest prey a predator could ever come across. Her blood sang to me.” he says.

“What does that mean?” you ask.

“Her blood was like a siren to vampires. It smelled sweeter than most. More mouthwatering than most.” he says and sucks in a breath he didn’t have to take, “I couldn’t be with someone like that….It’s not like that with you.”

“My blood sucks.” you joke quietly. Edward forms a slight grin.

“I don’t even think of your blood. I just think of you and what you do.”

“Yeah, right. You’re only just saying that because I’m immune to your power.”

“Not completely immune. I can see the colors that try to merge with each other. I love your mind….With Bella I just read nothing. Pure nothing.” he reveals.

“Answer me this.” you say and he says to you, “Anything.”

“What did Alice see? Remember I asked you what else did she see? I know you lied, Edward.” you say.

“This will scare you away definitely.” he says with a nervous smile.

You throw your arms slightly up to gesture to your surroundings. You give him a humorous look.

“A kiss on the cheek scared you.” he teases. You then playfully nudge his chest.

“Stop being chicken.” you say as you wait for him to continue.

“She saw….Y/N can we please talk about something else?”

“Noooooo.” you say.

He huffs a bit but you patiently wait.

“She saw our future together. That’s all I will say.” he says and rises up. You follow him.

“Was it good or bad?” you ask him.

“Neither.” he answers and you both are back in the living room, “It was great.”

“W…What about…” you start but shake your head and sit on the large sofa.

“What about what?”

“Paul. Does that mean I broke up….With him?” you ask.

“With the way we were acting, I hope so.” he says with a bit of hesitance as he sits next to you.

“We….were doing something dirty?!” you ask nervously.

He chuckled, “Get your mind out of the gutter.” he taps your temple a bit in a playful way, You roll your eyes a bit.

Alice comes in right in tow with Jasper. Jasper smiles and says hello to you. You greet him back.

“Congratulations, Y/N. Your piece really was amazing.” he says to you. You smile and thank him.

Alice tugs his arm, tugging him away with a smile you knew all too well. Edward rises and you look up at him.

“They’re about to go at it.” he says with a slight grimace and jerks his head to the front door. This actually made you chuckle.

You get up quickly and he hands you your jacket. You both agree on walking.

Side by side, the pace match each other’s.

“I didn’t know how much I was impacted by your presence until you were only gone for two days.” he told you.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I was going mad…Who told you to wrap me around your finger?” he says as the arm of his jacket brushed against yours. You didn’t mind. You weren’t focused on that, you were focused on with what he was saying.

“You’re annoying.” you say with a soft smile.

“I’m serious.” he says to you, displaying his own smile.

“Was I…Happy? In the vision.” you wonder.

“I’m guessing so. Do you smile when you’re not happy?”

You shake your head.

You both look at books. You both talk about what you both find is interesting. He takes you to get something to eat.

He steadily holds the spoon as you lean forward and capture it in your mouth.

“Is it possible for someone like you to overeat?” you wonder after you sit back in your seat. You didn’t want to say it out too loud in public.

“Yeah. It’s like a weird liquidy feeling inside.” he says with a crooked grin.

You raise your hand to get the spoon back. He didn’t want to give it back.

“I can feed myself.” you say with a grin.

“I..Like this.” he says with a content grin and waits for your reaction. When you don’t give him one, he scoops a bit of your food onto the utensil again and holds it out for you to take a bite. You only have to lean forward just slightly since you both were already in close proximity.

“What did you do while I was away?” you ask.

“The usual.” he shrugs. He continued to stare for a moment before saying, “It definitely felt like something….Or someone was missing.”

“You’re saying that to make me feel important.” you say with a grin.

His face is serious, “I’m serious.” he says. The spoon softly clatters back onto your dish. He takes your hands that are resting close to him on the table. Both thumbs scrape against the back on your hands. The butterflies that came scared you.

You retract your hands and look down.

“What is it?” he asked feeling confused. You don’t say anything but the waitress comes back over with a smile asking how the everything was, you let Edward answer as you take small bites of the rest of your food.

“Everything is fine. We can get the check.” he says to her but he doesn’t look at her. He just watched you.

She leaves and he calls your name, even going as far as covering the hand that’s still on the table.

“We have to stay friends. Nothing more.” you say with a shaky voice.

“So we’re friends. I thought you hated me.” he teases and as much as you didn’t want to, you laugh a little at his statement.

“I hate no one.” you say.

“If we’re friends, does that mean I can still see you?” he asks you.

You push your empty plate away from you slightly and just give him a glance. You lift a shoulder up slightly as you felt nervous.

“Am I that boring?” he asks plainly. You lean forward a bit, “No.” you say with a chuckle.

“I want to be honest. I know I lied to you about Bella and I’m sorry. You’ll get nothing but the truth from me.” he says.

“It’s okay. At least you told me before I found out in a different way. I want to be honest too. I don’t know where I am with Paul and I don’t want to complicate things.” you admit.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you enjoy the time that we do spend together?” He asks as he holds your eyes in his.

You held it in. You didn’t admit nor deny. You both stared intensely at each other. The waitress then comes and gives Edward the bill back.

“Ride or walk?” he asks you.

You shrug as you look at him.

You ended up going home. The ride home had a tense cloud but it was expected. You call Paul again and again. You call one more time and he picks up the phone.

“Yes, Y/N.” The voice is annoyed.

“Hey.” you say into the line.

“What do you want.” he said flatly. It had no energy. You knew that you were the cause of that.

“I just wanted to check up on you.” you say in a small voice.

“I’m fine.” he just says and you wait to see if he would speak again. He doesn’t.

You finally say something, “I know you’re mad at me.”

“I’m not doing this over the phone.” he says impatiently.

“What you’re doing is being an ass right now. I just want to talk.” you say feeling frustrated.

“Talk? Talk for what? You’re going to always do your own thing anyway.” he says.

“You’re so cold and for what?” you ask him in disbelief as a pang hits your chest.

“Now, I’m cold.” he says sarcastically and huffs out a laugh, “I can’t do this.”

You stand up and grit out, “Can’t do what?” Your anger rise. You refused to believe that he was serious. “Can’t do what?!” you ask louder.

“What’s the point in trying to be with someone who always goes against you? Who doesn’t love you back? Who doesn’t seem to care about the connection that’s shared? I’ve tried Y/N. I’m tired Y/N. You want to talk about cold, it’s you. You know and I both know that you’re not even coming back.” he spits out.

“Unfair. You don’t love me. You don’t talk to someone you love like that, threatening breakup-“

“Save the bullshit. I did! I wouldn’t say shit like that to someone I don’t love. You don’t love me. It’s all one sided. You’re so fucking blind to see it. Wake up!”

“Did? So, the times that I went against everyone just to be with you, didn’t matter huh?”

“You know what I mean and you wouldn’t have to give a fuck about everyone if you knew what you wanted in the first place. One minute, you make it seem like I’m your priority and the next, you make it seem like I’m not. You don’t even know what you want.”

“I do. I do.” you say as the silent tears fall onto the wooden floor.

“You don’t.”

“I know what I want. I want someone who’s not going to control me. It’s like you’re ruining this for me on purpose. It’s always your way or ‘we’re done’ well guess what? Let me give you your way. I’m tired of you always threatening me. If you want us to be done, fine. We’re done.” you choke out and press the end call. You throw your phone down on the ground in an angry grunt.

The phone vibrates and you pick it up. You slide your finger on to the screen and he immediately starts talking, “First of all, no one is controlling you and second, just remember that it’s you who wants to end things shitty. Then, you’re gonna fucking hang up on me? Talking about how we’re done?”

“Oh, now you care!” you say as you pace, “I haven’t even heard from you! You can’t do this remember!” you say angrily in the phone, taking it away from your ear to speak directly into the speaker.

“I’m not fucking doing this. This is toxic. I fucking can’t.” he says.

“You’re toxic. You’re cancer. I cared about you and you didn’t care back unless you need your dick wet. That’s the reason why you want me home. This imprint is just an excuse for you and your wolf to dominate me.” you hiss out.

“Look at how you’re fucking talking…Cared?…..” he grits out.

“I’m not being stuck in La Push just to make you happy. You know what? Just because you can’t leave doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me! Us living together isn’t working. I don’t even want to come back….To your house. I want a boyfriend not a father!”

He hears your angry breathing as you pace.

“My house….You’re talking crazy. I bet you don’t have an answer on when you’re coming home. You’re doing this shit on purpose. You know that Larry said you can come home but you’re going off of some psychic leech who doesn’t give a fuck about you except for your blood.” After a beat, he speaks again, “You cashed that leech’s money, didn’t you?” he says menacingly. You didn’t recognize this person on the phone. He didn’t recognize the person on his line.

You not saying anything told him the answer.

“Bye, Y/N.” he says.

Click.

You stare at the screen. It cracked. You groan and throw it down again. But, harder. You slowly say on the bed, staring at the wall, your adrenalin comes down. Reality sets in. You realized your fuck up. Your face crumbled.

Face down, you angrily cry into your mattress. Your body and your shoulders shake. You never been this mad before. You cry about the cruel things that you said. You couldn’t take them back. You think about the cruel things that he said. He couldn’t take them back.

He told you he loved you, but you felt that there was no way he could never love you after tonight.

With a pounding headache, the morning light flashed you. Your phone didn’t work anymore. The screen was discolored and cracked, you couldn’t see anything on it. You just cried. You slept when you felt sad. You couldn’t explain the heaviness that you felt.

A knock scared you, making you jerk out of your sleep. You ignored it. They kept knocking.

Swinging the door open, you don’t say anything but stare at the person in front of you. They saw that you had on the same clothes from yesterday but they were wrinkled on your body.

They step closer and you step back and close the door. Their foot wouldn’t let you.

“I’m worried.”

“Don’t be.” you hiss out.

“Me and Alice tried calling you.” Edward says.

“My phone is broken.”

“Just please tell me what’s wrong. I won’t say anything and will let you talk.”

“I. don’t. want. to. talk.”

“Can I at least get your phone fixed?”

“I don’t want it anymore.” you say and leave the door and go to grab it from your bedroom floor from where you discarded it.

You walk back to his body and put it in his hand roughly.

“Keep it.” you say.

“You said we can be friends. Why won’t you let me help you as a friend?” he asks you as he peered down at you.

“There’s nothing you can do.” you say in defeat and looked down. He slides the no good phone into his pocket.

He places two hands on your shoulders and pull you to him. You frown a bit until your head is now on his chest. He just holds you to him without saying anything.

“How did this happen?” the worker asks you. You take in a small breath as you start to feel embarrassed, Edward places a hand on your back.

“I threw it down. I was angry.” you just say.

“The screen is absolutely no good. It needs a replacement.” the worker says as they inspect it some more.

“No need to fix it. I’ll just get a new one.” you mutter. You then follow them to pick it out. He gives you your old sim card and gives you the bag that contained your new device. Before you could pull your card fully out of your wallet, Edward’s chip is already stuck in the machine.

You both are in no rush. He carried your box after discarding the bag.

“You’ve done enough.” you say as you face him before going inside of your own place.

He placed a hand on your arm and it halts you. He searched your face for a moment.

“What really happened? Why were you upset?” he asks you softly.

You look up at the sky.

“I ruined everything.” you say flatly.

“Do you want to talk about it? I do have forever.” he says, trying his best to bring humor into it.

“No.” you say as you then look down. “I need to be by myself.”

You walk away.

You stared at the glowing phone in your hand. It’s the most you’ve been called from the pack. The most was from Sam, your stomach dropped at the fact. You turn your phone off. You didn’t want those emotions to spill out again.

The only that open in your art room was the window. You just let it out in there. You had no direction as you worked. It was all impulse.

A stretched canvas was covered by the time sky was dark. You didn’t care that your hands and your back was hurting. The theme was self hatred. The theme was self sabotage. The theme was loss.

You sit down and put your head to your knees, starting to cry some more.

When you woke up, you winced as you rose up from the hard floor. Your hands and fingers were stained by you didn’t care. The same clothes from a day prior were once again on your body.

You felt too ashamed to look into the mirror. Under the water, the same thought floated through your mind.

“What am I going to do?”

You sat on the bench, finishing a hot sandwich. Eating it on autopilot, you stared at the same spot in front of you.

You feel your phone in your pocket buzz and pull it out half heartedly.

“Yeah.” you say, lacking any emotion.

“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” the voice coated in authority.

“A lot. I don’t want to talk right now.”

“If not now, then when? We have to talk. Paul fucking snapped.”

“It’s what he always does. As soon as he doesn’t get his way. The one time I’m doing something for me it’s a problem. I’m here for work and I need to focus.”

A pause soon took place before Sam talked again, “There’s still a chance to resolve both of you guys’ issues. Now, you do have to come home so you both can talk and work it out. You’re his imprint.”

“His. It’s all about him, I guess.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that. This isn’t like you. It feels like I’m talking to a completely different person. What’s really going on?”

“Nothing! Oh, I know. Everyone’s trying to parent me instead of letting me live my life. My dream was to always do this. With or without Paul. I thought the imprint was about him making sure I am happy too?”

“It is. No one’s trying to parent you. However, Paul is in bad shape. I want you both to really get through this and not fall apart. Especially not right now.”

“Too late. We said too much that we both can’t even come back from. I’ll talk to you later.” you say. Sam calls your name but you hang up. You put your phone back into your pocket.

The next few days, seemed like a daze. You only remember bits and pieces. Like Emily calling you. That’s how you knew, it was definitely over.

As you got dressed for a dinner meeting with Larry, a knock hits your door. You open it and it’s Alice.

You both talk as she zipped you up from the back.

“It’s really over.”

“I’m sure it’s not.” she says, throwing your idea away.

“He got Emily to help him move my stuff out.” you say flatly.

Alice pauses and looks at you from behind before standing in front of you.

“Are…You okay?”

“Life keeps on going.” you say with a soft shrug. She then wraps her arms around you.

You watched as Larry talked loud with a man that he knew for years. He owned his own high profile gallery and wanted to know if Larry stumbled across any talent.

Larry brought you.

You didn’t drink leisurely. But you did tonight.

“I know she has something done. Y/N.” Larry calls to you. You look at him. He’s wearing a humorous smile, he was tipsy.

“You got something done?” he asks you and you nod and he laughs nudging the client who’s very pleased.

“Bring what you got into my office tomorrow.” he says. You nod.

What you brought, he liked. He actually vocally loved it. You forced a soft smile to be polite. He shook your hand and offered to buy it off of you.

“How much do you want for it?” he asks as Larry sits on the edge of his office desk, hands in his pockets. The man had an elbow resting on his hand as he looked at the work you did.

“Um…” you say as you look at it, “Whatever you can give me.”

He was generous. Too generous. Your eyes bulge out of your sockets at the amount of 0’s. Larry and the person who paid you, shook each other’s hand with a smile. They promised each other to catch up with each other soon.

Coming out of the office, you stopped past your apartment to get your book. You didn’t want to be stuck in the boxed home. The wind wasn’t blowing too bad.

You were entrapped into the storyline of your book. You hear faint movement from the small table you were sitting at. You look up to see liquid gold staring back at you. You look back down to the words.

“Congratulations on your piece being sold.” he says.

“Thanks.” you mutter.

Some time slowly went past as you tried to concentrate back onto your book but you just couldn’t. You get up and Edward thought you were leaving. You instead went to a table that had a puzzle laid out. You focused on that.

He slides the piece that you were looking for in your direction. You stare at it. You sigh. He doesn’t say anything.

“What do you do when you want to crawl into a hole and die?” you ask him quietly as you snapped the piece into place.

“I just go away for a while.” he answers.

“Maybe, that’s what I need to do.” you mused.

“Maybe.” he says back.

He speaks again, “I’m going to Ithaca again. Would you come?”

You look at him. He’s waiting for your answer.

“I have nothing else better to do.”

A night of sleep later, you watch the road in front of you as he drives on it.

You were surrounded by hugs and talks of how happy they were to see you.

“Surprised that Alice isn’t here.” Esme says.

“Her and Jasper decided to stay back.” Edward answers.

“How long will you be with us?” Carlisle asks with a smile as he looked down at the bag that Edward was carrying.

“It’s just for a breather.” Edward says.

“It’s not much, but thank goodness there’s a bed for you to sleep in.” Esme says as she guides you up the grand stairs, into a spare bedroom. It was very spacious.

“I appreciate this. Thank you.” you say.

“Just let me know if I can help you with anything.” she says. You nod and she starts to leave but you say, “Wait.” She stops in the doorway, eager to hear what you have to say.

You hesitate but her eyes were warm enough for you to feel comfortable enough to continue, “How….How do you get over feeling heart broken? This is the real reason for the getaway.” you say in a small voice. She steps in and has a sympathetic look on her face.

She extends her arms out and you step in them. She rubs your back as you hug her back.

“Just feel it and then let it go.” she says. You both step back and look at each other. You nod in understanding. She touches your arm in a gentle manner.

You sketch in your book with your knees up as you sat on the bed. It was causal. You let your mind feel and run through the memories of you and Paul. You let yourself feel the emotions and the feelings that wanted to overflow.

You hear your name being called and you jerk from being startled.

“Scared me.” You say to Edward’s figure in the doorway.

“You scared me. I’ve been calling your name.” he says.

You pause as you look at him.

“You have?” you ask. He nods. You watch as he moves closer into the room. He sits on the edge of your bed.

“You can talk to me if something’s wrong.” he says.

You set your book aside and you watch as his eyes couldn’t help but flicker to the open page.

“It’s not finished yet.” you say to him.

“I wouldn’t have been able to tell.” he says bringing out a soft grin. Nothing is said for a moment.

“See anything? Read anything?” you ask and point to your temple. He nods a bit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he says sympathetically. The way he says it made it seem like he was the one who hurt you.

“What doesn’t kill us really makes us stronger.” you say, chuckling a bit at the cliché.

“You are strong.” he comments quietly.

In the kitchen, you stood next to Edward as you watch him stand at the island as he pours piping hot water over a tea bag that’s resting in a tea cup.

He slides you the cup and the small bowl of sugar cubes.

It was only you and Edward in the living room after you had drunken your tea. It soothed your throat. The television wasn’t on. You both talked.

“So…He just moved your stuff out?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah. A friend of mine helped him and…Everything’s back at my family’s home.”

“How come you never really talk about your family?”

You shrug.

“I don’t know. Plus, they’re always so busy.” you answer. The times that they were there, they would be so tired from working that you felt bad to bother them. You knew it was so you could live comfortably. But, you missed that family orientation. The pack gave you that, but you didn’t know if that was even on the table still.

“Is that what made you like doing art so much?” he asks. You nod.

“I was a lonely kid. Art was always my friend.” you say.

“When you moved out, was it a relief to them?” he asks.

“Not a relief but, they were just glad that I found someone who made me happy.” you say. You look to him.

“You don’t have to answer, but since changing, do you miss your real parents?” you ask.

Edward mused, he spoke out, “Yes. But, I know that my mother was on her last breath begging Carlisle to save me.”

“She knew?” you ask surprised.

“I’m not sure if I’m quite honest.” he answered.

“Were you the only child?” you ask. He nods.

“This might be random but since you’re who you are…Are you able to have children with someone?” you ask.

“No.” he answers. You’re confused.

“I have nothing but venom through my body. Excluding the blood from when I feed.”

“Wow.” you say.

“Would you want children in the future?” he asks.

You shrug, “They’re a lot of responsibility. So, I’m not sure.”

“And expensive.”

You give him a look, “I think that’s the last thing you have to worry about.”

He makes smiles a bit, “Still, we can’t leave that part out.”

“What about you? Would you want children if you could have them?” you ask and he looks at you while you ask this question.

“With the right person.” he answers.

Rosalie enters the room, she takes a glance at you. “What are you doing still up?”

“It’s early.” you say.

“It’s the middle of the night.” she says.

“What? I can’t be apart of the party?” you ask. She grinned at this.

“I heard talks about children we can’t have.” she says as she sits down in a chair facing the both of you.

“You wanted a family?” you ask. She nods. You then find out that she’s a New York native.

“What part?” you ask.

“Rochester.” she says. You nod in acknowledgment. You all fall into casual talk and you see the sibling dynamic between Rosalie and Edward. The bantering between them were tossed back and forth.

You started to yawn. You rise up. Edward followed you with his eyes.

“Goodnight, Rosalie.”

“Goodnight. Or should I say good morning.” You both smile at each other.

You turn to Edward who’s watching you in a relaxed state. You lightly smother your hand on his that was resting on the arm of the sofa. You peer down at him as he looks up to you.

“Goodnight, Edward.”

“Goodnight.” he says with a warm smile.

You slept until you hear a knock on your door. You sit up and rub your eyes with the soft, warm blanket.

“Come in.” you say in your morning voice and yawn. You open your eyes from your yawn to Edward holding a breakfast platter.

“You didn’t have to do this.” you say as he placed the platter over your legs.

“It was nothing.” he says. As you ate, he asked, “Are you feeling better?”

You slowly chewed, “It will take time.”

Edward took your empty dishes and told you, “We should be back soon. Me and the others are going out to hunt.” You nod.

You get ready for the day, shaking your head at the fact that Alice snuck in some clothes. You then lounge while reading a book.

Your mind started to trail off and you started thinking of Paul again.

“Just let it go.” you say in your head as you closed your eyes.

But you couldn’t. You still felt the connection there.

You call Jared.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” he says as he picks up the phone. The voice wasn’t happy. He was disappointed.

You sigh a bit, “Hey.”

“You know you fucked uo right?”

“I know….Wheres Paul?” with deep shames

“He hasn’t been here in days. He won’t shift back.”

You sit up straighter, “Have him call me. I know I said things I didn’t mean and I really want to apologize to him.”

“I think…That’s not going to work.” he says.

“Why not?”

“He played back everything and I saw everything. Y/N, you really broke his heart. You’re all that he had. You of all people should know that. I really can’t believe you.”

“Yes.”

“Hold up.” he says and it’s silent. However, he’s still on the line. Your heart pounds in your ears.

“Yeah.” It was blunt. No feelings.

You open your mouth to say sorry, but you felt like it wasn’t enough. You close it back. You let out a breath that he hears. He then speaks again.

“Y/N. We have to be apart.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed.

“I know that you know that you know that your stuff is back with your family.” There was no ill intent in his voice.

“Yes.” you say.

“I’m going to let you do your career. I won’t hold you back. You do you and I’ll do me. Whether you hate me or not, I’m still your protector. You won’t have to worry about me stepping on your toes, Y/N.”

“I don’t hate you.” you whisper as you hold your head.

“But, I’m gonna go ahead and go.” he says and before you could finish saying okay, Jared was back on the line.

You don’t know how you stayed with your head down with your forearms on your knees, but you sit up when the room light turns on.

You blink. Rosalie stares at you.

“Everything alright?” she asks from the doorway.

“Time will tell, then I would know.” you say.

She furrows her eyebrows in thought. She took in the statement.

Edward watched as you followed Rosalie. You walked down the steepness of the wooden stairs into the garage.

You just look around as the shiny cars and she stops in between two cars.

“Which one is yours.”

“Both of them.”

“Nice.” you say.

You sat on a stood as you watched swiftly clean the car. Still slow enough to have something to do in order to talk to you.

“So it was Edward, then you, then Emmett, Alice, and then Jasper.” you say after she tells you about her. She told her truth. She liked being human.

“Yeah.” she says lightly as she treated the task with such diligence. However, it looked like an editorial photo shoot for a magazine.

“You learn any of this stuff in college?”

“From high schools and universities that I have graduated from of course. Electrical engineering, astrophysics, and business, degrees in all of them.” She says with a soft smirk, “Also, I help keep Carlisle up to date on the latest advancements since so I also studied medicine.” She’s proud of herself. She looks to you.

“Busy and brilliant.” you comment. You were impressed. She softly flips her hair without any hands, only a little at that statement.

“When my future car gets messed up, I know right who to come to.” you day and she laughs lightly.

“Or buy another one.” she says with a grin.

“Nah, I would just hold onto it. It has to be on its last leg in order for me to just buy another one.”

“I heard your birthday was coming up. Have any ideas of what you’re going to do?” she asks.

“No idea. Most likely spend the day by myself and treat myself.”

Her chuckle kind of caught you off guard as she looks at you.

“What?” you ask.

“I doubt you will be by yourself.” she points out with a soft grin.

“Well….Definitely can’t go home for my birthday.” you say sadly.

“There’s more to do here than….There.”

“Im supposed to listen to the native who won’t show me around her city?” you tease and you saw her white teeth flash.

“I will show you around. But, me and Emmett are getting married again soon.”

“How sweet.” you comment with a sappy smile as you slowly spin while sitting on the stool.

As you move through the home, you hear Emmett’s loud booming voice.

“Come on!”

He was intently watching the television as people in hard helmets were tackling one another on the field with a brown football. There was a significance in the scores, you were guessing the team Emmett was rooting for was losing. You watched this until the announcer transitions into a commercial break.

He starts to vent to Carlisle about how it’s a shame that his team was losing to “horrible players.” Carlisle lip turns up only a little at his son’s frustration with the sport. He then turns and sees that you’re watching the scene.

“You seen that right?” Emmett asks you. You nod.

Carlisle chuckles as Emmett starts talking to you about interceptions and you just stare at him as you were never really into football. But, you still nod and hum out responses as he talks with his hands. The sound of the game resuming from break makes him then turn back around and watch the screen.

You feel something in your hand and you look down. Then back up to Edward’s soft expression.

“Esme wants to check up on you.”

He leads you through the home and into Esme’s workspace. Blueprints of architectural drawings were spread out on her desk. She looks up with warmth as she sees your face.

You move in closer as her maternal nature made you feel at ease.

“Are you okay?” she asks in concern. You nod.

“Did you think about what we talked about?” she asks.

“Yes.”

Edward looks between you two and he doesn’t hide his quizzical expression. Esme softly laughs at this as she takes a look at his face.

“This is girl talk, Edward.” she states to him. You didn’t notice that his hand was holding yours until he had to remove himself.

With him gone, you reveal your phone call to Jared. You kept it discreet as possible due to his super hearing, but you were thankful that she was able to read between the lines.

“I was all that he had. The guilt feels worse than the words that were being said.” you say.

For him to be their mortal enemy, she doesn’t show it as she genuinely says, “I’m sorry.”

Then subject smoothly changes as you point out her home renovation plans. You find out that’s what she likes to do.

“I have degrees in art and photography as well.” she says.

“I’m mad, you never told me you had a degree in art.” you tease and she chuckles.

“Yup. I’m so impressed with you though. You’ve never been to college but yet here you are knocking things out of the park like a pro. You really have a gift.” she says.

“Thanks.” you say.

“Edward has to bring you around more often so that we can have our own little art session. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.” she says and you shake your head, “Me teach you?”

She smiles, “You’re doing something that I’m definitely missing.”

“An art session would be nice.” you say and she’s pleased with this statement. You look down at the blueprints of interior and exterior designs that were at her fingertips.

“I designed this home.” she says and you’re impressed as you really look around. You make note to take a closer look of the home when you leave her workspace.

“Did you design the home in Washington?” you ask. She nods.

“When I saw the house for the first time, I just kept thinking about how good the build was. It was impressive.” you say.

“I appreciate that. I actually would like to design a home for you.”

“No, no, no need.” you say but she overpowered your statement with, “Yes. And I want to.” with a smile.

“Why are you guys so…Welcome? Especially to me…A human.”

“I can’t speak for anyone else but, me and also Carlisle see how happy you make our dear Edward.”

Your stomach drops and you stutter out, “Oh, um…Me and Edward are just friends that’s all.” You say fidgeting with the small magnetic balls that rested on her desk.

“Well, you’re a good friend to him. He’s more lively around us instead of usual brooding self. Oh, you should see the look on his face when we ask about you.”

You nervously chuckle as the small ball clacked softly with the other one, her actions reminded you of a mother who was embarrassing you.

You ate a bowl of soup as you listened to Emmett get mad at the television that contained the players who tiredly walked with their hands on their hips.

“A loser team beat them. A team that doesn’t come close to their record at that!”

You softly chuckle as you know how that feels. You didn’t expect Edward to enter in. You nod your head in acknowledgment at his presence.

“And Esme wants me to bring you around more often.” he says as the bickering continues.

With a soft grin, “That doesn’t bother me.” You then look at him watching you and you continue with narrowed eyes, “You weren’t supposed to be listening in our girl talk.”

He taps to his ear, “You know I can’t help it.”

“You could’ve…I don’t know. Ran off somewhere.” You shrug as the spoon touch your lips.

“Run where?” he asks.

“Like I would know. You know this place better than me.”

“I want to show you something tomorrow.” he says.

“If it’s bad, I’ll pass.” you say.

A melodic chuckle rings out that makes you look at him, “It’s nothing bad. Why do you always think of the worst?”

“To brace myself for impact.”

“I impact you?”

“Not too much.” you say at his smile.

He takes your empty bowl away as soon as your spoon sets down. He comes back when you move off of the chair.

“Are you up for another match?” he asks you as you move into the living room.

“Another match of what?”

He puts an arm around you and steers you to the small table with the chess pieces sitting tall. You give him a look. He looks back.

“I’m not going to do you like that. I whooped you so bad last time.” you say and you couldn’t help but grin when you heard Emmett’s abrupt laugh.

“You were scared during the entire first part of the game. Don’t get cocky now.” Edward teases.

He sits down and you flop down at the small table in the corner.

He was in charge of the black pieces and you were the white.

“Ready when you are.” he says as you were supposed to make the first move.

You do so. He was relaxed. You stare as he move his piece without hesitation.

You move again and he moves after you.

You stare at the board in disbelief. Your jaw was dropped, he beat you in the matter of four moves. You didn’t know how it was possible.

He takes a finger to move your mouth up to close it.

“Keep the flies out, shall we?”

You nudge his hand which makes him laugh. You rise up and he calls for you to sit back down. You shake your head slightly and move to walk past him to the staircase but he lightly grabs your hand with both of his.

You halt your steps but you don’t look at him.

“I didn’t know you had a sore loser attitude.” he says and humor is coating his tone.

“Whatever. It’s still 1-1.” you say.

“I’ll go easy this time.” he says and this makes you look at him. He’s enjoying this. You playfully roll your eyes. You let him lead you to him as he softly tugs you. You peer down at him.

“It’s just a game Y/N.” he speaks out.

“You think I don’t know that?” you say to him. You feel his fingertips caress your hand as you say this to him. He doesn’t say anything as a warm smile dance on his features.

“Maybe we should end it here. I won so you got me back.” you suggest. You tried to keep your voice even as best as you could.

“You know you’re the only person I can play against fairly.”

He laughs at your loathing expression at the thought of another game.

“Please?” he bells out. You sigh as you look at his face.

“Will it get you to leave me alone?” you ask without any weight as you then take a seat across from him. Your legs brushed his and he didn’t mind. He instead set the pieces back on the right place on the board without rushing.

“I’m not sure about all of that.” he says with a crooked grin.

You both didn’t finish the game. He savored it out to the point where you resigned from the match. The amount of pieces you both had were equal to each other and you know that he did it on purpose.

“This doesn’t mean you win.” you say.

“It’s a tie anyways.” he says with a grin.

“I’m going to bed.” you say. You noticed that the others weren’t in the living room with you and Edward.

“It’s still early.” he says as you rise up and he rises too. He takes your hand again, “Watch something with me.” he persuades.

“Another vintage movie?” you ask as you let him lead you to the spacious couch.

“It doesn’t have to be.” he says.

“I was just teasing.” you say. He relaxes as you sit down next to him.

He was impatient as you ate breakfast the next morning. You raise your eyebrow at him as softly drummed his fingers on the table as you took your last bites.

“Ready to go?” he asks as soon as you put your dish in the sink.

“I just got done.” you say with your hands up defensively.

You didn’t expect him to lean forward and zip your coat up for you when you were finished putting your arms through the jacket.

You watch him as he then takes your hand, leading you outside of the home. Before you knew it, you were on his back as he ran with such blurred speed.

The wind wasn’t blowing as bad as you thought it would be. The landscape looked as if it were untouched. You greedily took it all in as you were sliding off of him.

You take steps forward as it was spacious. It looked as if it could go on forever and ever. The blooming plants made you forget that it was ever chilly outside.

You look to Edward, “How do you even-” you start but look ahead again as you answered your own question.

He interlaced his hand with yours and brought you down with him. You sat close next to him as you look at the joined hands.

Not taking your eyes away, “Do you remember what I said?”

“I could’ve ran off somewhere?” he asks you and you look at him as he grins. You lift the joined hands that never detached and nudge them against him and you say, “No. Not that.”

“Then what?” he says.

“That…You know….That we’re friends.” you say as you look down. You didn’t say it out loud loudly. A loud volume of words seemed to be out of place for a scenery like the one you were at.

“I know. My Dracula mind didn’t forget.” he says and you both breath out a soft chuckle.

He watched you however, stare at the hand that he was still holding. Your face was blank but he knew that you were thinking.

“Does this inspire you?” he asks you carefully.

“Anything does.” you say.

“So does that mean….I inspire you?” he asks. He meant it as a joke but his ears heard your heart thump an extra beat.

You instead stare at the distance. You didn’t see the happiness that danced on his face.

You look back down when you felt his hand let go of yours. He is sitting back with his elbows resting beside him.

You copy him. He turns his head to look at your face. It was pleased.

“Does this feel good? On your skin I mean.” you ask.

“The weather?” he asks in confirmation. You nod.

“So so.”

“Is that your version of my ‘it’s alright’ ?” you ask and you watch as his face is full of amusement.

“Nothing beats your ‘it’s alright’. You make it so obvious.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically.

“Answer this then. What do you think about the time that we spend together?” he quizzes.

“Its……” you instinctively replied but you roll your eyes as his eyebrows raise with a smile. He was ready to laugh at you.

“It’s horrible. You’re the worst person to hang out with.” you say but his melodic laugh is being heard in your ears already.

“The worst person shows you the best places.” he comments as he stared at you.

“It’s not all that great.” you mutter but his amusement never faded.

He takes your hand again and lays down on his back. He placed your hand is placed on his hard chest. The chill of his skin made little goosebumps rise on your arm. You furrow your eyebrows as you stare at the soft material of his shirt.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks you as he watched you.

“I don’t know why it never occurred to me that you don’t have to breathe. Your chest doesn’t rise up and down like mine does.” you observe.

“We don’t have to. But, it’s uncomfortable for me.” he says.

“Uncomfortable, how?”

“It’s how I sense my surroundings. Plus, it’s a familiar action.”

You nod.

“You’re so warm.” he comments.

“You’re so cold.” you comment back as he then slides your hand up to his cheek. It felt like you were touching a statue.

You couldn’t help but to feel with your hand. He lets you. Your fingers trace the smoothness of his cheek before you slide them slowly down to his jawline. His blinking starts to slow.

You had to admit, the longer your hand was on his skin, the surface of it didn’t feel freezing. Your body temperature adjust to the touch. You peer down as your hand was now rising on his forehead. Slightly hooded eyes stared back at you with such intensity, in the pit of your stomach a wave of sensational energy violently fluttered about. Your hand slides up and disappears into his hair and you pull your hand away like it was fire. You didn’t expect it to feel like rich silk. Sitting up fast but nervously, you try to keep your breath even.

“Something wrong?” he asks as your eyes wildly look everywhere but him.

“Are you sure you weren’t dazzling me?” you softly ask with your eyes closed. You sit with your knees up to your chest. He sits up as well, he’s forearms rest against his knees. He’s very close and tilts his head to have a better look at your face.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You don’t look at him.

“Is that why you’re scared to look at me?” he asks quietly but it sends a chill in your ear.

You slowly turn your head to his direction but your eyes are still down. Your eyes watched as he didn’t have to wear a jacket, traveling up his shoulder, that’s when seen a glint hit his exposed neck. It reminded you like a gem. You let your eyes travel up more, you mentally kick yourself for them to land at his lips, because when you look up into his set of eyes, his gaze is on yours as well. It’s very in tune. A look of yearning that almost scared you.

You were afraid to react, not out of fear, but you didn’t know how to react. Your breath changed its pattern when his hand slowly reached out. You eyes fluttered closed as you felt the soft but firm brush of the hook of his index finger traveling down your cheek. It was like he knew right where touch.

Without missing a beat, his finger hooked under your chin. A thumb follows, brushing across the bottom of your lip, which causes it to crack open just slightly. He hears the quiet but shaky that flowed out. You close the crack of your mouth and you blink. His hand now cradled the side of your face. You place a hand over his, matching your fingers up with his. It was as if he was trying to figure you out with the way he was looking.

His hand traveled down to the side of your neck. You keep looking ahead at him as he now holds the nape of your neck. Before you know it, he’s on his back from sitting up and your head is close to his chest. He holds you close this way. You place a hand on his chest, lifting your head lightly to look at him and he had a look of contentment. Your hand slides up his chest, all the way up to his cheek.

He turns his head and you close your eyes as you felt his lips brush the front of your throat. Your head moves down slowly as your forehead and now against his. Both of your eyes are closed, both of his eyes are closed. Noses touched.

You then open your eyes and sit up slowly. His hand falls majestically from the nape of your neck, now around your waist and you are on your side. You watch as his face looks and faces up to the sky. He breathes in and his eyes fall to a close.

You both take your time walking. You both brush against one another with the steps that were being taken.

He pushed open the door to the home that contained his family. Your arm is stretched from him tugging on your hand, the same hand he made sure to keep a hold of.

Your fingers are holding the white sheet on paper. The crease lines were still evident but you continue to stare at the drawing.

“You still have this.” you state as you continue to look at the photorealistic image in your hands.

“I keep it on me when you’re not around.” he states.

You’re eyes look up and a lax smile stretched on your features, “Like you miss me that bad.”

As you stand in front of him, paper in your hands, he’s sitting on the couch that’s in his room. His hands are on your leg as he looked up at you, “I even miss you when you’re asleep.”

His hand is smothered over your hand as it rests on the table. You ate the dinner that Esme learned to make. Her smile was big when you complimented it.

You sat against the headboard, knees up with your sketchbook resting in your lap. Your hand worked the page as you drew in colors. Putting your own twist to the field you saw today. The scenery being drawn gave you a sense of utopia.

You yawned as you felt your eyes droop. You turn off the lamp and drift off to sleep.

You felt something ticklish in your hand. You tossed and turned your head as you thought it was in your dream but your body gained consciousness. You blink open your eyes to see Edward’s fingers lightly touch yours.

You turn over and groan a little, “My mouth was open and everything.”

A light chuckle comes from him, “You’re fine.”

You sit up straighter on the headboard and he has a seat on the edge of your bed. He picks up the book that was resting beside you. You rub your eyes as he takes a long look.

“Is this the place we went yesterday?” he softly asks.

You pull the book from his hands as you felt a touch of embarrassment, you stuffed the feeling down as he looked at the new spot your set it at.

“It’s really good. You made it better than it actually is.” he says to you.

“No, that sight was amazing.” you disagree.

“That picture was amazing.” he says and you give him an amused look. You get out of bed.

In the sunroom, you lounged as you were focused in your sketchbook. You had received an email and Larry wanted to see if you could make another piece for his gallery to start the new month coming up, off to a great start.

You sketched of ideas but nothing seemed to stick.

You grunt as your brain ran out of ideas. It started to travel elsewhere. Your hands were craving something but you didn’t know what.

The others came back from hunting but Edward didn’t. You tried your best to not ask where he was, you felt like it would give something away if you did. You just didn’t know what.

That night, you helped Esme build minutare models of her interior designs that reflected her blueprint sketches.

You thought about making a minutare home like how you were helping Esme with but, you didn’t know how to amplify it. You wanted to make something so good that it shocked you.

“How was you and Edward’s outing yesterday?” Esme softly asks as she paints a mini chair in her hands.

“It was good, he showed me the most amazing field of nature where flowers bloomed. I drew what I saw. I have to show you.” you say.

“I would love to see it.” she comments as she sets the chair down to dry.

You silently paint a chair of your own until the question wouldn’t stop eating at your brain, “Where is he?”

“He told us he was making a quick trip. He told me to tell you that he will be back before you know it.”

You nod as you set down the chair to dry.

It was still early when you were woken up out of your sleep. You decide to use the bathroom and brush your teeth. You lay back down. You don’t want to head downstairs just yet.

You close your eyes. You hear the door creak open. You slowly open your eyes and see Edward smiling softly down at you. He’s sitting close to where you’re laying.

You sit your body up and before you could hesitate, you wrap your arms around him in a hug. He’s been gone for three days.

“Are…Are you alright?” you ask him as your chin rests on his shoulder.

His hand brushed your back, creating a chill down your spine.

“I am now.” he says.

You pull back and he watched you with a warm expression. His hand comes up to brush your cheek and your eyes immediately close with a flutter at the fact. You tried to calm your breathing from starting to shake.

You learned another song. This time you didn’t care about the trial and error. Your fingers flexed in the keys as you tried to play the full variation that he taught you. Edward sat next to you, his arm wrapped around your lower back with his hand resting on the outer part of your thigh.

Rosalie walks past, “You’re lucky Y/N. He acts funny when I ask to play his piano.”

“You play?” you ask impressed.

“She plays sometimes.” Edward brushed off.

“I’m the next musically inclined after you, Edward. Don’t start.” she seethed. A smile cracks your lips.

Esme allowed you to work in an art studio that she had. In under the condition of, “Please show me what you make.”

You forgot to close the door all of the way. As you paint the base colors on your canvas, you catch Edward walking in, in the corner of your eye.

You slow your movements, your mind focused on how you were being perceived.

His hands were in his pockets he watched you work without confidence.

“What about people watching you work make you nervous?” he asks.

You grip your wooden brush tighter in your hand as you blink at the material.

“I don’t know…It just happens to be that I do best when I’m alone.”

“When did you realize this?”

You turn your head at where he’s standing and grin, “I don’t know. Are you trying to distract me or something?”

“No. If I wanted to distract you, I would’ve done it by now.” he says. You roll your eyes playfully.

You kept smudging the colors, having to continue to redo sections over. You shook your head as you mumbled out disapproval statements. What seemed stressful to you, seemed like inspiration to him.

He sat in the room as he felt like it was a sight too see.

“Do you want to take a break?” he asks as he watched you wipe your forehead with the back of the long sleeve shirt you wore.

You shrug and turn the canvas around and stomp out. He follows you out. You stomp up the stairs. You try to close the bedroom door without looking but he kept it from shutting as he followed you.

You flopped across the bed on your stomach. Your head rest on your folded arms.

“Stop being so hard on yourself.” he speaks out.

“Edward, let me sulk.”

“Sulking isn’t going to make you finish.” he says with a hand resting on your back.

“It’s so bad, it would be a sin to approve of that.” you say in defeat.

“The only sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

He watched you sit up and look square at him.

“I know where you got that from.” you say.

He brings on a grin.

“Who?” he quizzed.

“Dostoyevsky. Now, this is a serious matter. I don’t want to work on my birthday.” you groan and lay back on your stomach.

”Pace yourself. Allow yourself to embrace your human flaws.”

“That’s not helping.” you say muffled as your face was down with defeat. There was silence. But your mind wasn’t.

He watched as you slowly rise and head back into the art studio as you left in. You cut up cardboard. You plug in a glue gun. You get to work.

Edward comes in right when you paint over the last bit of your newly designed piece. You feel him over your shoulder and is glad that the weight is off of yours.

“That looks like us.” he says.

“That’s because you want it to be.” you say to him but to be fair, you just did what you felt.

Esme stared at it in awe. The smile on her face looked proud in a way. It was so good, she gave you a hug.

You left the piece in there to dry and you tiredly rub your hands together underneath the running water. It was late into the night. You were able to head off upstairs for bed until you feel a hand tug your hand to guide you to the kitchen.

“I’m tired.” you softly whine.

“You haven’t eaten since early this morning.” he says. You ate fast so you can lay down.

However, your bedroom was feeling a bit hot due to the heat that blew from the vents.

“Do….” you shake your head and say, “Goodnight.”

Before you bury yourself fully under the covers, he steps away from the doorway.

“What were you going to say?”

“It’s a bit…Hot.” you say. Edward then steps forward.

“You need to cool down?” he asks carefully and you nod.

You didn’t know what you were expecting but he lay close to you. A much needed chill ran through your body as you lie on your stomach and his hand is flat on your back.

You woke up to a whisper. You couldn’t figure out what it said but your body shifts into consciousness. A hand runs down the back of your shoulder and you open your eyes.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.” you say with a tired grin.

You sit up and stretch. You get his attention.

“See? Imagine if I didn’t get done yesterday.” you point out.

He grins and nods in agreement.

Before you could process anything else, Alice bursts through your bedroom and you smile as she wrapped her arms around you. The hug was firmer than usual as she was excited.

“Happy birthday!” she squeals.

“Thank you, thank you.”

She pulls your hands up and you’re up and out of bed.

“I have your birthday outfit. I’m going to go get it. Edward out.” she shoos off.

“Wait, Y/N. Just come with me I have to show you something.” he says.

“Let her get herself together first.” Alice says as her eyes roll.

You hold up a hand to Edward with a smile, “It will be quick. I’m just getting dressed.”

You stood in the mirror and you immediately got nervous. The outfit was good. Too good. It looked as if you could be in fashion week with the matching set. She tugged your hand to go downstairs but you resist.

She watched you as you sit down in a chair. You keep your legs together as you were wearing a skirt.

“You…Don’t like it?” she asks as you looked down. Your face didn’t show enjoyment.

You look up at her and you reassured her crushed face, “Alice stop it, I love it. It’s just…” you stop and she sits on your bed as she peered ahead at you.

“What is it?”

“I’m nervous.” you reveal.

“Don’t be. You’re about to be surrounded by people who can’t wait to celebrate your special day.” she says. You nod. A phone call makes your phone buzz beside you and you pick it up.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” you hear and you smiled.

“Thanks, Emily.”

“Any plans? What are you doing?”

“I don’t know. I’m going with the flow of today.” you say.

“Well, I won’t hold you but, I miss you so much! I know you’re out there doing great things and I just wanted to say how proud I am of you but I know that you will get through anything.” she says. You knew what she was implying, you tell her you miss her too. You really did. You followed Alice down the stairs, the small clack was heard from the footwear Alice brought to go along perfect with what you had on.

Edward was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.

“Okay. I’m all yours.” you say. Without missing a beat, Edward says, “Look outside.”

You open the grand front door and outside sits a luxurious car with a present bow sitting prettily on top.

You turn and sees Edward’s smile directed towards you.

“Happy birthday.” he says again. You gasp and bend your knees slightly in disbelief, “Edward.” you say. He chuckles at your reaction.

“Edward, are you….Fucking kidding me?” you say with shock and he pulls out the keys, dangling them and you were in total disbelief as your hand closed around them.

You grab the keys and his hands, “Edward. This isn’t real.” you say. You don’t know if you’re trying to convince him or yourself. Alice had a camera at hand, smiling at the moment.

He peers down at you as he takes your hand and opens the driver door with his other hand.

You were overwhelmed. He watched from the passenger seat as you touched the steering wheel with such care. It was almost as if you were afraid to touch it.

He starts the car for you and the engine purred to life. It rode really smooth as you test drove it. You couldn’t stop smiling.

He soaked in the hug that you gave him as you kept telling him thank you. His arms were snug around your waist.

You received hugs and received “Happy birthday”s from the rest of the family.

Esme made you breakfast and held out your plate.

You slowly chewed and looked at Edward who smothered your hand that was on the table you say at.

“I can’t eat. I’m too excited.”

A crooked smile hit your way, “No, no. Eat.”

Your head was on his shoulder as you sat next to him on the piano bench. He played a happy birthday song with his fingers. It was just the two of you.

He held your hand as you both took slow steps in the museum you both were in. By the time you two were in an art gallery, his arm was snug around your shoulders.

He held you close as you entered the home and the Cullen family screamed, “Happy birthday.”

You let out a thank you as the room was filled with balloons and on the wall was balloons that spelled out, “Happy Birthday.”

Alice shoved her present in your hands.

“Sheesh, already?” you ask.

“Yes! Now open it!” she says. You rip it open and it was a black box. You crack it open and it was a Van Cleef bracelet.

“Oh my god.” you say in shock. You dangle it with your fingers as you take a look at it.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

“Yes.” you breathed out, “Alice, I can’t accept this-”

“It’s my gift to you! Happy birthday.” she says with a bright smile. You give her a hug and as Rose steps forward, Edward clasped the bracelet around your wrist.

“Here’s mine.” she says and you take it.

“I’m scared. We already started off strong.” you say and soft chuckles fill the room.

You crack open Rose’s gift and it was a necklace from the same brand.

“I got you the necklace to match with the bracelet.” she says. You thank her immensely and give her a hug. She carefully placed the necklace around your neck.

Emmett excitedly gives you your gift. You tear it open and you start laughing. A handheld game box was now in your hands.

“Thank you.” you say and give him a hug and he says, “I already added myself as a friend.”

“Of course you did.” you say with a smile.

Jasper hands you your gift and it was games to go with the game. You hug him.

Esme and Carlisle hand you a gift with smiles on their faces.

Tearing it open, you gasp and you almost started to tear up.

“You guys can’t be serious.” you say and they’re smiling.

“We feel like you should have something from one of the greats.” Carlisle says.

“One day, you will be up there with one of the greats.” Esme says and you shake your head.

“No.” you say and they disagree.

You have Edward hold the painting, you hug them both.

“Thank you so much.”

Rose, Alice, and Esme disappeared in the kitchen. Emmett didn’t waste any time to tell you to get on your new gadget.

Edward haves a seat in a chair. You feel him touch your hand. You look up to him and he tugs your hand to pull you to where he was sitting.

You slowly sit down and your shoulder leans against his chest as you and Emmett play together on your handheld game. His hand rests on your knee. You laughed at Emmett’s competitive nature.

Alice bounced out, her camera was in hand. You set the game to the side as Rose and Esme brought out homemade ice cream and cake.

“Smile!” Alice says with a smile. You give a polite smile and Edward wraps his arms tight around your waist and he slumps you to him. You both face the camera. The camera flashes and you rise up meet them as they walk to you with a lit up cake.

Happy birthday was being sung and Alice snapped pictures while singing in high octave that was above everyone else.

You close your eyes with a smile and then blew out the candles.

As you cut your own slice of cake, Edward taps you. You turn around a very large bouquet of flowers that bloomed strong.

Your hands go to your mouth as you gasp. He places them in your arms with a content smile. You set them down on a table and your arms wrap around him. He sways you side to side for a bit.

You both sit across from each other as he held the spoon out. He fed you the homemade ice cream.

“It was really great. Thank you.” you tell Rosalie and Esme and they both are pleased that you liked it.

Edward holds out a wrapped gift and you look at him. You both were sitting on the couch in his bedroom.

“You already got me something.” you say.

“I know but, you will like this.” he says with a hand on your back.

You pulled out a cd player that operated on both being bluetooth and wired. He watched as your smile grew.

“There’s already a cd in there.” he says.

You go to pop it open but he places a hand on your hand to halt you. You look at him.

“Just play it.” he says. You nod and you say, “Be right back.”

You grab your headphones and sit down back next to him. After connecting your headphones, you extend a headphone for him to stick on his own ear. He gladly sticks it in his ear and you click the play button.

You softly chuckle as the song was familiar. You were in shock.

You take the headphone out as the song ended. You look at him.

“How did you do this?” you ask.

He brings on a soft grin, “I pulled some strings.”

You pop open the cd player and lift up the cd, reading it out loud.

“Y/N and Edward piano duet.”

He sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you.

“Now, what is this?” you ask him.

“Something I made.” he says softly.

“Before I read this, answer me something?” you ask him.

“Anything.”

“What’s your motive?” you ask as you look down.

“My motive is to always be around you. To get to know all of you.”

You breathe in as you unfold the paper and read the note in your mind.

Can feelings shared , be set to unfold?

Offering my heart for you to hold.

The sweetest music I have found

The ring of your laughter, such a joyous sound.

Wanting to learn your thoughts, dreams and fears

And to whisper secrets in your ears.

Breathing life into me with such ease

Drawing me to you compellingly.

Here I stand with a hopeful plea

To conquer this world, just you and me.

Your eyes travel to the bottom of the page, it showcased a drawing that he did by hand, it was with pen. Permanent.

Two figures were together, holding each other close, depicting such devotion.

You slowly look from the page, your heart rate was higher than normal. He was waiting for your reaction and you swallowed and refolded the paper.

“But, I’m a human.” you say sadly. You felt it couldn’t work.

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

When you don’t say anything a hand holds yours as he continues, “You showed me there’s more to my soulless life. You’re my angel.”

You were overwhelmed with emotion.

You tried to cloud your brain with activities to make yourself not think about what happened. You didn’t have a definite answer.

So you joined Alice as she danced. You would’ve thought it was her birthday as she had so much fun. Jasper couldn’t help but join his wife with a smile.

You blinked awake as you tossed and turned that night.

Edward was gone in the morning. You wondered if it was because of the day prior.

He came back right when it was time to leave, you had to drop your piece off to Larry.

“You can drive…If you want.” you say as Edward put your bags in the trunk. To be fair you didn’t trust yourself to be on the road.

He drove as you looked out of the window. You glanced at him as he was in his own head.

“Say something, please.” you say softly. The silence weighed heavy in the atmosphere.

He stared ahead and he seemed conflicted.

“I said everything I needed to say.” he says quietly.

You look down.

Larry chuckles richly as you unveiled the piece. Larry greedily looked as he walked around it. He claps his hands together before turning to you with a big smile.

He then gives you a present.

You look down in surprise.

“Open it up.” he says with a grin.

You rip it open and pull out a subtle but diamond studded watch. It dazzled brightly and you look at him.

“Happy belated birthday.” he says and you give him a big hug.

You come out, Edward hold the door open for you. You slide in the car and he catches the flashy watch.

“Larry gave that to you?” he asks. You nod.

“Did he not like it? You look a little down.” he says.

“He loved it actually.” you say softly chuckling. He hums a response. It’s silent again. When he slows to a stop in front of your apartment building, you turn to him.

“You can….Come up if you want.” you sheepishly say.

He thinks for a moment, before saying, “I didn’t eat today. I’m going to hunt.”

You nod.

“I’ll bring your stuff up.” he tells you and gets out.

Before he leaves out of the door, you hug him. Your head was in the middle of his chest. He looks down as he holds you back.

“Are you sure it doesn’t matter?” you choke out.

He takes a hold on your shoulders and looks you in the eye, “It doesn’t matter. I only want you.”

Your body feels hot at his words.

“Will…Will you come back?” you ask.

“If you want me to….Do you want me to?” he asks.

“Yes.” you say.

He leans forward slowly, you feel his cool lips touch your forehead. You close your eyes as he lingers on your forehead.

You hung your painting up in your living room, you step back and fix the crookedness of it.

The flowers sprouted out of the clear vase that Alice had set on the table.

You sat by the window in your bedroom as you sketched idly. You paused as you couldn’t help but flip back to the page of when you two were in Ithaca, the big field.

You stare at it. The buzz of your doorbell jumps you out of your thoughts. You rise up and walk slowly towards the door and unlock it.

You lie on your back, your head is turned in his direction. He watches you as he lies next to you.

His hand cradles your cheek and you both blink at each other. You slide your hand up to his, to hold onto your cheek. It was as if marble was touching you, but the hand cooled down your burning cheek.

Faces were close together as you both flutter your eyes to a close. Softly his lips brushed yours in a gentle way.

He pulled away but you chased for more. You both meet each other again, you hold him close so he doesn’t pull back fast.

His eyes squeezed shut as your fingers made him feel something that felt foreign to him. It was a rush. He knew that if he was human, his body would be filled with butterflies.

Next to you on your nightstand, a printed out picture of you and Edward from your birthday was faced up.

You both silently look at each other as you both lie close. You didn’t want to feel nothing else but the feeling that you were feeling right now. A wave of serenity. With that, the sappy smile was on his face was contagious, as you matched it.

It took some getting used to, but you found out that Edward was scared to open mouth kiss.

He didn’t know what would happen if you were to accidentally swallow his saliva, his venom. Alternatives had to be made. He didn’t mind the fact that you liked to kiss him on his face, not always on his lips.

Your contract ended, you sat in Larry’s office as he looked right at you. Edward sat next to you in a pair of sunglasses.

“So when’s the wedding?” Larry asks. The ring sat strong on your finger. It was Edward’s mother’s. You wore it with pride.

You look to Edward and he replies, “Next month.”

Larry looked at the two of you.

“So, what are you going to do Y/N? Are you extending it with me?”

You suck in a breath as you shake your head.

“We’re- I’m going to relocate.” you tell him.

“Okay, where? I even have a gallery in London. We made great business together.”

You nod, “Yes, I know. But, I need to branch out more. I don’t want to be stagnant.”

“You weren’t stagnant with me.” he pleads.

“It was nice doing business with you, but I got a better opportunity in France.” you say.

“Who’s representing you?” he presses.

“Nobody. I’m going independent.” you say. He accepts this but, he was sad to see you go.

You hold Edward’s hand as Alice shows you everyone she invited.

“Don’t you think we should elope instead?” you ask.

“No, silly! This is a celebration! Everyone has to come.” she says.

Edward turns to you, “If you want to elope we can.”

Alice’s face falls and you quickly say, “It’s alright. We can elope first and then have the wedding to the public.”

She brightens up and claps with excitement.

The climate was warm. Edward’s eyes came alive as you stood in front of him. The ceremony was small and in an intimate setting.

Carlisle married you both on your elopement. Edward carefully kissed you as he cupped your cheek and his family were the only ones who were in attendance. You didn’t mind since you weren't nervous around them.

The island that Esme gifted you both was where you both sat and looked at each other with anticipation.

He was the one who wanted to wait.

“The first time I want to make love, it will be with my wife.” he told you one night as you tried to feel him up. You understood.

Now, it was you who was nervous. He was the one who had to reassure you. You didn’t expect his cool skin to feel good against yours, but to be fair, the air in the bedroom had raised in temperature.

You suck in a breath as your legs were over his shoulders, he kept whispering how beautiful you were.

Your fingers twist in the sheets at the sensation. As he kept pumping, your body got used to it. Gasps of pleasure breathed out of your mouth. He was firm and it hit the right spots that has you trembling with ease. You then knew that he was perfect all the way around.

He didn’t last long but you didn’t care, he was a virgin after all.

He couldn’t get enough. The next morning, he held you close he rocked into you. The bed under you both gave out, you panicked only for a second but, he gave you a kiss as he told you, “Don’t worry about it.”

Kim whispered as Jared listened closely. He was sad.

Paul walked in. He changed, his presence was on edge, if people feared him then, they definitely feared him now.

“What’s going on?” he asks as they both went quiet as soon as he entered.

Kim worriedly looked at Jared.

“I’ll tell him.” he tells her. She nods and leaves out of the kitchen of the home her and Jared had gotten together.

“You might want to sit down for this.” Jared tells his friend.

“Who died?” he asks.

“Nobody… Kim ran into Y/N’s parents.” Jared says and Paul responds to your name. He still felt the feelings, your name still affected him. He felt one day you were going to change your mind.

“She okay?”

“I don’t know. She’s getting married and they asked her if she was going to the ceremony.”

Paul snorts, “Who’s the square?”

Jared watched as Paul contorts into a fit of rage, even that he’s never seen before. A mixture of hurt and betrayal was deep in his features.

When Sam went to look for him, the thoughts in his wolf mind was dark. He knew then that he went rogue. Paul had successfully detached himself from the pack.

[thirtysomethingloser92]

I’m really struggling with what multi chapter thing I wanna write next.

Do I wanna write a FakeDatingAU! Where Reader works at a strip club Remy performs at regularly and they have to pretend to date?

Do I wanna do an EscortAU! Where Reader works as an escort and needs Remys help for a job?

Do I wanna do a SingleDadAU!?

Do I wanna do something that’s more cannon to the MCU?

Do I wanna jump into a whole new fandom and do a Greg Jenko/Reader story? (21/22 jump street)

Or hell do I even want to expand into crossing universes and write a Charmed x MarvelAU! Where reader has to go back in time to save Remy but in doing so he doesn’t remember who they are so reader has to try and get him to fall in love with her again all while keeping him safe from the thing that ultimately kills him.

Like god give me a sign.

[spideysbruh]

Distance

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[carolmunson]

baby, as if (part 1)

recommended listening: as if - blaque (2000) summary: your on and off again situationship just so happens to be the tri-state area's friendly neighborhood drug dealer. the robinhood of the the neighborhood. and you couldn't be any more toxic with each other. does the playboy know how to play nice when you start seeing someone new? dark!modern!drugdealer!fboy!eddie (but when i say modern i mean anywhere between the 2010s and 2020s. everyone is in their late twenties in this fic tho. except reefer rick.)

WARNING: 21+, minors DNI. this is a DARK piece of fanfiction. if you are sensitive to topics regarding threats of violence, references to abuse, active fighting between a couple, severely toxic relationships, manipulation, coercion, depictions of violence, drug use, alcohol use, potential gun violence, controlling behavior, blatant endangerment, threats of financial abuse, harsh name calling, and anything regarding genuine bad relationship content i would not recommend reading this work. this is not like my sadist!eddie fictions -- reader and eddie are NOT in a healthy relationship -- he is NOT A GOOD GUY in this. this fic does NOT contain non-con or dub-con. DEAD DOVE. DO NOT EAT on all warnings tho.

Two Months Ago

The screaming had both of your throats hoarse. Yelling from inside the club to the walk to the Camaro. The bouncers were so used to it by now that they just rolled their eyes. Not that they'd bother concerning themselves with the man whose always slipping them fifties so they'll let his friends in.

The screaming had both of your throats hoarse. Yelling from inside the club to the walk to the Camaro. The bouncers were so used to it by now that they just rolled their eyes. Not that they'd bother concerning themselves with the man whose always slipping them fifties so they'll let his friends in.

"You think I give A FUCK about you?! You think I -- HEY! HEY! GET IN THE FUCKIN' CAR. I'm talkin' to you!" "FUCK OFF! 'Get in the fuckin' car' -- fuck you, don't tell me what the fuck to do," you half yell while you click through the parking lot passed the car that's just roared to life.

He barrels around the hood, grill blowing smoke in the cold air from the heat. The parking lot is wet and your heels aren’t doing you any favors while you stumble over to the asphalt to call a cab. He growls when he gets to you with a grip so tight on your bicep that you yelp.

“Always out here fuckin’ embarrassing me,” he grumbles while he drags you toward the passengers seat of of the open car, “You drunk bitch.”

“You’re drunk,” you mumble, crossing your arms while he slams the door behind you. He takes his keys out while he walks around the front, falling into the deep bucket driver's seat. When he puts the key in and the engine revs loud, you groan. He revs it again just to fuck with you.

"Can you just fucking drive?" you shrill, "God, who're you trying to fucking impress out here?"

He pulls out of his spot and squeals out of the lot onto the street, immediately seething, "Who am I try'na impress? Me?"

"Alright, heeeere we go," you roll your eyes, street lights catching in your vision -- there and gone and there and gone. It's like they go all the way back to your brain. The lights spin with you.

He presses on the gas when you make it on the highway, speeding dangerously when he gets his hand on the clutch. He swerves between cars, one hand gripping the wheel, the other sits on his thigh. His brows are knitted together in a scowl.

"Don't you pull that 'here we go' shit, you always gotta fucking START somethin'," his free hand slaps down on the center console and the sound makes you jump, "Can't you ever shut the fuck up? Huh?"

You grin, it's the tequila -- it always made you a little excited for a fight, "Ooh, look how mad you are. You don't give a fuck about me right? RIGHT?! So what're you mad for?! What're you mad for?"

"Ooh-hoo-hoo, you piss me the fuck off. See what fuckin' happens if you keep runnin' your mouth," he grumbles, eyes getting dark. He reaches into his leather jacket pocket at a red light, pouring a bump of coke out on the back of his thumb. He snorts it loud because he knows you hate the sound of it.

"If you don't give a fuck then why are you so mad I danced with that guy? You were pretty busy with Jess and Shauna in the back room so why'd you make me leave the club?" you ask, taking the baggie out of his hand. He snatches it back roughly.

"Cause you looked stupid," he says like it's obvious, pressing on the gas again, "Like some dumb easy slut, all fucking over him. And when you look stupid, you make me look stupid. I don't fucking like that, I don't need people to think I keep bitches like that around me. You're so fuckin' sloppy."

"Oh, so lines off a stripper's tits doesn't make you look stupid?" you jeer, "Throwin' ones doesn't make you look stupid?"

He turns to look at you, "You're so dumb. How's throwing ones gonna make me look stupid?"

"You know what? You're right. It doesn't make you look stupid."

He huffs out of his nose, eyes rolling, an angry smirk flashing his teeth in the streetlights. You take a second, smiling at your reflection in the windsheild.

"It makes you look broke."

“Oh, I’m broke? I’m fuckin’ — " he speeds so fast your head hits the headrest, “I’m fucking broke? Who bought the heels you got on? I’m fucking broke?”

“I don’t ask for shit from you, you’re a fucking bum!” you yell back, “You’re such a fucking bum.”

“You want me to get your fuckin’ phone shut off? I’m a bum but I’m paying for your fuckin’ phone?” he yells back, swerving as he peels down the back roads towards Hawkins.

“Oh shut the fuck up, you f—”

“How’re you gonna pay for it, huh? Tips at the fuckin' diner aren't cuttin' it — should I start sellin' those videos you send me?”

Possessed, your hand comes out to smack him hard upside the head while he turns down the street, coming to a stop at a light, “Why do you always gotta say some dumb shit?”

You shove him, hands coming at him to to it again but he grabs your wrist in a bruising grip, "You think that's smart? What happened the last time you put your hands on me, huh?"

He shakes you by the wrist, eyes flashing erratically, "Huh?!"

"Want me to break your wrist again?" he challenges, fingers wrapping tighter, cutting off the circulation to your hand.

You get quiet, still fuming, but his hold on your wrist is starting to throb. You shake your head 'no'.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he huffs, shoving your arm back at you while the light turns, "So shut the fuck up."

You both stay silent after the threat, he slows down when he gets into Hawkins, leaning back in his seat and chewing at a hang nail on his thumb. The steady thrum of the music in his car and the liquor in your body take over and before you know it, the liquor wins. Eye drifting closed with every streetlight you pass.

Your eyes open with a start, stomach lurching while you fumble for the door handle in the car. You heave out of the crack in the door, murky hot liquid pouring out of you with each wretch. You take a deep breath through your nose when you're done and rub your eyes. It was still dark out, the lights in Eddie's trailer were on.

You reach for your phone in your purse by your feet, eyes bleary when you click it on to see your lock screen.

4:37 AM

You groan -- you were dragged out of left the club at 2, there's no way it took almost three hours to get home. It was only 45 minutes away.

So he just fucking left me in here?

You get out of the car, slamming the door so hard that you were disappointed it didn't shatter the window. You take off your heels on the stairs to the door of his trailer, feet hitting the wet grass -- it centers you for a moment. The chill in the air hits you and you shiver -- you're dehydrated and tired, but puking knocks your hangover right out of you. Maybe you could get him to just drive you home so you could get some sleep before your shift at 3.

The door is unlocked which is unusual but what you walk into isn't. He's making out with the neck of some girl who lives a few trailers down, her hips grinding against the kitchen counter she's propped up on, his ringed hand gripping her bare tits with her tank top pulled under them. He's changed into a pair of black sweatpants, tattoos dark against his pale chest and arms, his other hand teasing her over her pajama shorts. Her breathy moans ring in your ears and you let out a sigh. Of course.

You put your phone, purse, and heels on the kitchen table -- clearing your throat to get their attention. The girls face snaps to attention, red as a tomato when she sees you there with your arms crossed.

"What the--" Eddie starts when she pushes him away from her, hastily covering her chest and pulling up her tank.

"What the fuck? Who is this?!" she shrills, hopping off the counter and reaching for her white puffer coat on the table.

"I don't fucking know Trista, can you calm the fuck down?" he lies through his teeth like he was born to do it.

"You're such a fucking asshole, Ed," she barks, "See if I come here at 4 in the morning anymore. You fucking dick." Trista slips on her knock off Uggs and wrenches open the trailer door, slamming it behind her. You stifle a giggle as he turns to you, eyes angry.

"Look what you did," he huffs, "Always gotta ruin shit for everybody."

"Are you fucking with me right now?" you ask, eyes wide, "You just left me in the fucking car?! Was I supposed to just walk at 4 in the morning?"

"Your phone works, you could've called an Uber and gone the fuck home," he snaps, grabbing a half empty Fiji water bottle from the fridge, "I told Trista she could come over and now you fucked up her whole night."

"Her whole night, or are you mad you didn't get your dick wet?" you tease, "Looks like you're just pissed you didn't get to hit."

He reaches into his sweatpants pocket, opening his phone up to a text, looking at the screen while he speaks to you, "Why did Rick tell me you gave that guy your number?"

"Again," you start, "And I'll speak slowly, since I know how hard it was for you to graduate high school -- Why. The fuck. Do you care?"

"Because he knows you fuck around with me and my friends," he steps to you like you're his prey, "You don't know him, he might be working for someone else."

You step backwards, used to this kind of waltz, doing anything you can to not get trapped between him and a wall. It always ends badly for the wall. Sometimes it ends badly for you.

"He might be trying to get to me or Rick, or anyone else. And since you're always on Instragram posting where the fuck you're at, it'll be pretty easy for him to find us," he warns. Sometimes every sentence he said to you felt like an insult, but that's how you learned to be just as bad.

"Trying to find you? Who are you?" you laugh, dodging when his hand reaches out to grab you, "You swear you're special. You deal drugs in Indiana. You're barely moving big shit here."

"You love to fucking lie, don't you?" he asks, finally catching you roughly by the jaw, "You love just saying shit. You're always tryin' to piss me off."

"Don't fucking touch me," you hiss, smacking his hand away from you. He catches you again by the wrist and in the light you can see the bruises starting to surface from when he grabbed you in the car. You yelp again when he closes his tattooed fingers around you, re-awakening the pain.

"What did I say in the car? About you putting your hands on me?" he pulls you towards him so you're chest to chest, peering down at you with bloodshot eyes.

You're able to pull out of this grip, shoving past him to get your stuff off the table, clicking your phone on again, "Well he didn't even text me so, I don't know what you're so mad about."

"I know he didn't 'cause Rick and the guys made him delete all your shit from his phone," he says, leaning against the counter.

"Seriously?" you huff, turning back around, heels in hand, "What's fucking wrong with you? You're always doing this shit. I can't fuck around with any of the guys I know, I can't fuck around with guys I meet anywhere else -- you don't want me, so why don't I get to do anything?"

"What was his name?" Ed asks, crossing his arms, "The guy you gave your number to. What was his name? If you can tell me, we'll go find him and I'll let you put your number back in his phone. Fuck it, I'll put your number back in his phone." You click your tongue, crossing your arms with an eye roll, "Fuck off, Ed."

"Exactly," he responds, "You just wanted to act like a slut at the club. Don't even care who it is as long as you're gettin' some attention."

"Okay?" you shrug, "And how're you better? You were about to be balls deep in Trista for what?"

"Cause I wanted to fuck. Are you serious?" he laughs.

"You don't even know her last name."

"Oh I don't? Trista Katradowski? 24 years old in her last year of nursing school? Moved here in 2011 with her mama and little brother Trey? Daddy's in jail in Jacksonville?" he takes a careful step closer to you with every word until he's caging you in against the table, leaning in close enough that you can smell the liquor on his breath, his skin mixed with his cologne, "What is it? You jealous?"

His lips linger over yours for a moment, noses brushing, his bangs graze your eyebrows, "Wouldn't've let her come over if you didn't pass out."

"You shouldn't of just left me in the car," you mumble, avoiding eye contact with him. If you look at him you'll let him fuck you, and you're stronger than that now, "Someone coulda--"

"Coulda what? Broken into the Camaro?" he asks, letting his hand find your waist, "I think everyone over here knows better than to mess around with my stuff, right?"

He waits a moment to continue, voice softening into something gentle. He nuzzles against your cheek, "C'mon, did you really think I'd let someone hurt you? Have I ever?"

"Stop," you whine. It's hard when he starts to talk sweet to you. He's like a magnet. He smiles so pretty, he has such a way of making it feel like you're the only person he's like this with. You duck out under his hold and walk to the bathroom, rinsing your mouth out with whatever mouthwash he had left over in the medicine cabinet.

"C'mon," he whispers softly, lips dragging over your shoulder. He presses his hips against you, pinning you between him and the sink, "Stop acting like you don't want it. Lemme make you feel good." "I'm about to take a shower," you mumble, shaking him off -- like you weren't both just screaming at eachother. He looks at you in the mirror, brows knitting together, his jaw clenches.

"I need to shower, too," he murmurs, kissing your ear, "Don't make me waste all that extra hot water."

"You're not showering with me," your voice raises slightly, trying to ignore how good his lips feel when they ghost over the back of your neck. His hands find the hem of your dress, the stretchy fabric smoothing over your hips while he starts to take it off. "Don't be like that. Not after you made Trista leave. S'not fair," he says. His fingertips trail over the front of your thighs, the outsides of your hips before his big hands smooth over your waist and tummy. He pushes the dress further up over the swell of your breasts, bra tight over them. You let him take your dress off for you, sighing when he does.

The soft glow of the early morning starts to peak through the window, that dark blue to light blue to orange. His lips are pillowy, pressing against your shoulder again while his hands roam your chest over the cup of your bra. He bought it for you.

"C'mon, bend over," he urges again, you can feel how hard he is against your thigh. And fuck, you want to. You want him to make you feel good, he's the only one who knows how -- he made sure of that. You want to but you shouldn't, you don't need to. He's so bad for you. You're bad for each other. It always goes like this. He'll fuck you and treat you sweet after you fight for a few days or weeks, and then he'll forget you exist for however long until he wants it again. Not you. Whatever 'it' is you have with each other. This give and take, push and pull. Never close enough but definitely close enough. It hurts worse every time.

"I'm not doing this with you again," you shove him off and he sighs an angry sigh before pulling off his sweatpants and opening the glass door behind him. You hear the water turn on and groan.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you ask, "I just told you I was--"

"Don't you got a shower at home?" he asks, "Bye."

"You're fucking annoying," you growl, slamming on the frosted glass.

"You can get in with me, or you can leave," he says, "I don't give a fuck what you do."

You know he really doesn't.

You slip off your bra and underwear, angry at the throbbing between your legs winning over your brain for the millionth time. You open the door, spice scented steam hitting your face and seeing his with a soft smile on it.

"C'mere," he mumbles, pulling you forward against his soapy skin. Why did he have to smell so good? Look so good?

"We're not fucking," you declare, standing in the spray of the water. He nods still covered in lather, finger reaching out to brush over the fingertip shaped bruises on your bicep from when he pulled you over to the car earlier. He tuts to himself, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says softly, letting his hand fall back to your waist. Your heart hammers at the word, even more so when he pulls you in close against him. He hums low in his chest when you lean your cheek on his tattooed chest, hand coming up to smooth your hair off your face.

"You only call me that when you want something," you murmur, eyes closing while his fingers trail down your back with the water. You're the only person he calls 'baby' like that, and even then it's far and few between. It's his secret weapon, his silver tongued magic spell -- you get so pliant, so dizzy. So wanted. So claimed.

"You're already givin' me what I want," he says softly, "Look how sweet you get f'me. You get so nice."

His fingers slide between the two of you, you're half expecting him to take care of his hard on but instead he slips his first and second finger between your legs. You sigh into the feeling, reaching for his shoulder. He looks down at you with a merciless grin.

"Such a dirty girl, aren't you?" he teases, voice sliding down from soft to salaicious.

"Yeah," you breathe out, face melting while he keeps a perfect pace on your clit.

He mocklingly matches your expression, voice lilting, "Yeah? That feel good?"

"Yeah, it feels good," you whine back through gritted teeth, already close from how he teases you. Your thighs shake around his wrist when the pleasure starts to build in waves in your lower belly. "You want me to use my tongue? Taste you?" he asks, a little hitch in your breath answers for him. He likes asking you so plainly 'cause that little blush you get drives him insane. He smiles dipping down to your neck, tongue striping up to catch the water dripping down it onto your collar bone, "Yeah? You want me to lick it?"

"Please," you beg, eyes rolling when his other hand slides between your legs from behind, massaging over your entrance. So fucking wet, he mumbles to himself. He takes his hands away, kissing slowly down your front while turning you over. He doesn't have to ask you to bend forward, your body does it on instinct -- pressing your face up against the tile wall, holding onto the inlet soap dish for some support. He bites the back of your thigh when he gets to his knees, hard enough for you to hiss. He groans when you do, taking a wet hand and smacking your ass hard before gripping both cheeks in his hands. You feel him push them apart, thumbs separating your lips with a slick click, tongue laving over your exposed pussy.

"Ohmigod," you gasp, "Oh that's--Oh fuck." "Mmm, yeah?" he moans into you, eyes closing when he pushes himself deeper against you, forehead pressed against your ass. You can hear the flick of his tongue against your folds, gliding through wetness. Your eyes close, legs starting to quake as he creeps further forward.

"Open up, princess," he murmurs against your thigh, "Gonna cum on my tongue, huh?"

You open your legs but he doesn't go to your clit like you expected, he stays slipping over your folds and back down to your opening, wet muscles fighting each other before easing in one finger. You let out a shaky breath as he breaches your walls, hips bouncing back against the digit. You don't see it, but he smirks at how easy it was to get you like this. He tongue ventures further back, letting his other hand spread one of your ass cheeks where he stripes over your tight hole. He grins at the sound you make, he knows how dirty it makes you feel to like when he does that. But you get so wet when he works his tongue there, getting you nice and relaxed while your cunt pulses around his finger.

"You like that?" he asks, teeth grazing the fat there. Your hips pushing back against his mouth answers enough, your hand reaching back to rake against his wet curls. He obliges happily, a second finger slipping between your legs while your moans mix with the thrum of the water hitting the shower floor.

"Turn around," he suggests, guiding your hips so your back is against the wall. He puts a leg over his shoulder to get better access to you, mouth latching to your clit the moment he can reach it. He looks up at you, brown eyes eager for you to come undone -- but he's not looking at you lovingly. He's challenging you, and himself, to see how fast he can get you to do it. You start to shake when his tongue flutters at the same time his fingers curl to press against your g-spot.

"Fuck, fuck, Ed -- m'comingm'comingm'coming --" you moan out, little squeals coming out of you while he eats you through it, taking his fingers out and collecting your cum in his mouth. He stands up quickly, pressing you up against the wall with his body, his big ringed hand reaching down to wrap one of your legs around his waist. Eddie eases in slow, watching your eyes roll back when he presses in to the hilt, holding in there for a moment so you really feel him. He takes a shaky breath when he starts to thrust into you, a barely audible ah shit, so tight coming out from the back of his throat.

He presses his forehead against yours, deep breaths puffing against your closed eyes while he pumps slowly into you, "You like feeling me like this? Nice and slow?"

You nod against him, unable to talk with how deep he's hitting. His hand cups your jaw, guiding you to look up at him. Your noses brush but you know he won't kiss you, he never does, he hasn't in a long time.

His thumb traces over your lower lip, pulling it down and then letting it go. His thrusts pick up when you make eye contact, his eyes are dark, locked on yours. Eddie's hand hoists your thigh up against his hip a little higher, using that leverage to get deeper inside you.

"Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good," he huffs, face dropping to your neck. You cry out when he pulls your skin between his teeth, sucking and biting at you, leaving marks that everyone will see at work later. Everyone will know who left them. He makes them impossible to cover up, "Thought about this pretty pussy all night."

The head waitress, Sandra, will ask why you 'keep seein' that boy', Phil in the kitchen will shake his head at you -- asking why you won't go on a date with his son. 'Atleast he's got a respectable job!'

But if it wasn't for Eddie, the diner would still have broken windows from when it was robbed last year. If it wasn't for Eddie -- the diner would probably would have closed entirely.

"Ed, I'm gonna -- oh, like that -- M'gonna cum," you gasp, gripping his shoulder. He doesn’t speed up, he knows better, he keeps the same solid steady pace — a touch rougher than before.

“Look at me when you cum,” he mutters, “Wanna watch you.”

“Eddie please,” you whine, eyes shining when they meet his. He holds your head in place by your jaw, leering over you while you babble, “OhmyfuckingGod, ohmygod Eddie — Ed, oh —“

“That’s it, say my name,” he grunts, breaking into a smile, "Gettin' me close, talkin' like that." He feels you pulse and gush hard around him, thumb getting back to your lips where you take it into your mouth obediently -- leaving him to chase his own orgasm. Every whimper out of your mouth makes his cock twitch 'cause he knows he's got you feeling good. Every clench around him is another orgasm won -- he wanted to wear you out, watch you need to hold on to him to get out of the shower. Make you immediately text your friends about how you let him fuck you again but it was 'sooo good' so it's fine.

White heat hits his belly and he pulls out, pumping himself a few times before spurts of cum paint your tummy and thighs.

"Shit, shit -- fuck, baby, that -- shiiit that's so good," he breathes out. He leans against the wall opposite down while he comes down, reaching for his shampoo, continuing to shower like he didn't just blow your mind.

You shake a little while you open the shower door to get a fresh wash cloth from under the sink, sighing when the hot water hits you again. You lather up with his soap, you'll smell like him all day now -- it's like he plans it. Like he does it on purpose.

You don't speak for the rest of the shower, just in bodies. You both stood there in the water for a little after you were both done washing your hair. Hands traveling, lips gliding, but never against eachother's. You know better than to ask if you can just sleep here.

He grabs you a towel and watches you dry off, remnants of him scattered on your skin in shades of lilac and magenta, faded yellows and taupes. You wince when you run your fingers over the hickeys he left you, examining them in the mirror. He leaves you to get dressed alone, walking into his room to tug on a pair of jeans, slipping on an old t-shirt and a black hoodie to slip his leather jacket over.

You both appear in the hallway at the same time, back in your dress from the club with your heels in your hand.

"Don't wear those heels out anymore," he says, eyes lingering on the stilletto point of the heel.

"You bought them for me," you say, looking at the ground.

"Okay, and?" he responds, grabbing his keys when you both walk into the kitchen. You grab your purse and your phone, seeing a couple of notifications but he puts his hand to your cheek before you can read them.

"Hey," he says, "Look'it me."

You look up at him, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he speaks.

"You gonna wear them out again?" he asks softly.

"No," you respond, still spacey from your orgasms, "I can throw them out."

"Don't do that, baby," he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek near your ear, "They can be just for me."

Everything always is anyway.

He yawns at a red light on the ride back to your apartment, driving much slower and level headed now. The sun was starting to rise over Hawkins, pink and soft -- cotton candy skies after a bitter pill night. You ached between your legs, your wrist throbbed, but your heart was swollen with the sound of him saying 'Baby, baby, baby,' over and over again.

"You want a coffee?" he asks softly, pulling into a drive thru.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you answer.

"Whad'dyou want?"

"Just a small hot coffee with milk," you mumble.

"You gotta speak up," he says, tapping his head back on the head rest while he rolls up to the speaker.

"Just a small hot coffee with milk and sugar," you say a little louder. He leans forward to order, getting himself a black coffee. He pulls around and his free hand finds your thigh while you wait. The touch makes you hold your breath, he squeezes and then soothes, the rings feeling colder from the lack of heat in the car. He passes you your coffee and then puts his in the cup holder.

"Just Venmo me three bucks," he says, pulling out from the window and back onto the road.

"Pfft," you huff. Three fucking dollars? You reach into your purse and take out a folded up five and put it on the center console.

"Keep the change," you spit out.

"You wanna get out and walk?" he asks, shoulders tensing.

"You couldn't cover a three dollar coffee?" you ask back, eyes narrowing. His head turns to you, knowing the streets so well he barely has to look at them.

"Thought I was broke? Isn't that what you said?" he smirks when your jaw clenches. He grabs the fiver and tucks it into his pocket, turning up the stereo -- part way through Metallica's 'For Whom The Bell Tolls'. You put your phone in the cup holder while you drink your coffee, a fatigue headache building behind your eyes with every tree you pass.

"Tired?" he asks. You just nod, forehead pressing against the cool window.

"Me too," he mutters, followed by another big yawn. The Camaro turns down your street, stopping in front of the two-family home you live on the second floor of. A small one bedroom, but by the grace of God you made enough at the diner to pay for it. Your mom still lived in your childhood home on the other side of town with your little brother. A small one family with dirt cheap rent that she still couldn’t afford since your dad died three years ago. Eddie paid your mama’s rent, too.

Your daddy was the manager at the auto shop and your mama cut hair out of your kitchen -- still does. Eddie started working with your dad when he got out of high school and treated him like a son. He’d always talk about how it was great practice for when your brother got older since he was such a handful. Outside of Eddie’s uncle, your parents were some of the few adults to really care for him. They were able to see him for his talents instead of his setbacks. They never even judged him for selling drugs (‘You gotta do what you gotta do,’ they’d say, ‘He was dealt a rough hand, he’s just making the most of what he does best.'). He’d spend a lot of time at your house, come to family game nights when Wayne was at the plant. Your dad would do all the older father and son stuff he couldn’t do with your brother yet. They’d invite his uncle, too.

But when your daddy died of a heart attack, your family didn't really know what to do. Things had always been 'almost comfortable' with finances, some months going better than others. Money went from almost comfortable to 'What're we gonna do?' very quickly. Eddie had taken care of the funeral costs, now at a level with Rick that he was moving bricks out of state. He was bordering on being a main supplier for parts of Michigan and Ohio, every cop on the way paid off with women and pills. Every cop paid off with money and a threat.

Once he was able to get Wayne set up with his own place and Eddie took over the trailer, he started paying for your mom. At first he did it anonymously, he didn't want your mom to feel like he didn't think she could do it on her own -- it's just that she shouldn't have to. Eddie felt like he owed it to your family, especially your little brother, to take care of the people who took care of him. In fact, sometimes it seemed like Eddie was a bigger pillar in your family than you were. In the whole town really. He'd sort of become the Robin Hood of Hawkins in his own way, always showing up for people who needed it more -- whether it was legal or not. Down to helping the owner at the corner store after it got robbed and he was beat up.

The cops never found the guy who did it, but Eddie had. The new cross tattoo on his knuckles three days later was an easy tell. A new cross for every body he'd caught.

Eddie turned the car off when he pulled up in front of the house and you tossed him a look, "You coming up?"

"I'm tired," he repeated, "Lemme come lay with you."

"Ed..." you started, but he was already getting out of the car. He was doing it again, building you up, up, up, just to toss you when he was bored. A pattern he loved to sew, the one you could never break -- because when he picked you it felt so good. He finally fucking chose you. You were important for at least a day, a few hours, thirty minutes. But when he was done...that's what you were trying to avoid. The ache. The wondering what you did wrong. The arguments later. You follow him out and he opens your door with the spare keys he has to your apartment. Sometimes a little terrifying to know you might not always be totally alone.

"You coming?" he asks while you answer a text at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, one sec," you whisper, waving him off. You hear him open your front door and kick off his combat boots, the slink of his leather jacket coming off and being tossed on your small kitchen table. He walks heavy through the place like he owns it and you wince, hoping it doesn't wake up your downstairs neighbors.

You meet him up there with a scowl, "There's people sleeping downstairs, you know."

He rolls his eyes at you, walking to your bedroom and pulling off his hoodie, curls in a puffed mess when the fabric slide over them. He takes off his torn up Corroded Coffin shirt (though they haven't played a gig in months) and tosses it on your dresser. His jeans follow and you come in while the denim is pooling by his knees. He ignores you, climbing into your bed in his boxers while you close the blinds in your bedroom to block out the creeping morning sun. Your phone buzzes and it reminds you of the time when a text notification pops up. 6:15 AM. You set an alarm for 1 PM, at least you'd have a little time for yourself before your closing shift. You change into a big t-shirt and slide into bed next to Eddie, putting your phone on your makeshift side table face down.

He can't keep his hands off you, it feels like heaven. Nothing compared to this, not the shoes or the phone bill, not when he'd get your mom a new hair dryer or your brother a new gaming console. Not when he'd get you gifts -- because the gifts always came with a price. You always had to work hard for them. The bruises always had to fade first. They always came with your apology.

But when he touches you like this, soft and deliberate -- it's because he wants to. He wants you. You think it makes him feel safe.

"When're you waking up?" he asks, nuzzling into your neck, pulling your hips over his.

"One," you reply. He nods, a soft 'okay' coming out of his mouth when you feel his teeth and tongue graze your jugular.

"Ed," you huff, "I gotta sleep."

"You sure?" he grins, hand coming up to hold your cheek, "I can put you to bed baby, I promise."

You look at him with rounded eyes, pleading for him to just let you rest but you know you'll give in and so does he.

"I'll be quick," he mumbles, face getting closer to yours. Your noses brush, eyes bursting open and fluttering closed again when you feel his soft full lips press against yours. This is how he always wins. Giving you just enough to skate by, but taking all you have to give him.

His tongue takes no time to push past your lips, kissing you deep and slow while he climbs on top of you. If you didn't know him, you'd swear he was in love by the way he carefully presses your thighs up against your chest, the way his fingers wrap in your hair, the grunt he lets out when he pushes into you. Quiet and confident, he slams into you, covering your mouth as to not wake the neighbors. And it did put you to bed -- you were both completely worn out when he was done, so much so that he didn't move out of your sleepy hold over his chest.

He heard you click off your alarm when you woke up, going back to sleep when you started the shower. Eleven minutes later it went off again and the fuse in his chest was lit. He lifted his head up with half asleep eyes, brows furrowed and angry. Why didn't you know how to turn off a fucking alarm?

"Fucking Christ," he mumbles, flipping your phone over and hitting 'stop' instead of 'snooze', his eyes linger on your home screen for a moment. He puts the phone down and crawls out of bed, the shower in the bathroom coming to a stop. He gets dressed again: jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, socks. He checks his own phone, still hanging out in his pants pocket. Three of the girls he met last night left multiple texts earlier this morning. He couldn't remember their names if he tried. Jess and Shauna sent 'thank yous' for the tips, telling him that two of the new girls want to meet him so they can buy -- followed by multiple snowflake emojis. A missed call from Rick, but no follow up message which meant the call wasn't important.

You pad into the room, hair wet and back in your pajamas, while he scrolls through his notifications.

"I gotta go," he says, not looking at you, "Heading to Rick's for something."

"Okay," you nod, pulling your dress and apron out for the diner -- they liked the old school style there. The owner never really got out of the 60s. He steps out and pulls on his jacket in the kitchen, following him to pass him his watch. He puts it back on without saying thank you.

You reach out to hug him goodbye and he placates you with a one armed squeeze, texting someone back when he does. When you lean in to kiss him goodbye, he leans back -- looking at you quizically.

"Hey, no," he says, shaking his head with a little laugh, "C'mon, you knew what this was."

"Oh," you whisper, heart shattering, the familiar sting of his rejection sweeping over you in icy waves, "Yeah, sorry."

"I'll talk to you later," he says, shimmying out of your hug. You hear him leave, the Camaro revving loud before he pulled onto the street, the hum of his music muffled from behind the windows. You swallow the tears building in your chest and nose. How could you have been so stupid? Of course it didn't mean anything.

Eddie pulls into a McDonald's drive-thru to get lunch, cigarette held loosely between his lips while he lights it. He rubs his eyes in the parking lot, the icy white of the sky was blinding. He leans back in his seat, scrolling through his recent calls to call Gareth.

"You better be fucking awake, man," he mutters to himself.

"'Sup," Gareth's voice flows through the speakers of the Camaro, "You good?"

"Where's your roommate been the last couple weeks? Who's he been hangin' out with?" Eddie asks with edge.

"I don't know, man. His friends? We don't talk," Gare responds, "Why?"

"Find out and get back to me," he says, "Before I gotta find out myself."

"Yeah, that's fine. You sure you're good? You sound pissed."

"I'm not pissed," Eddie says, he was pissed, "Just find out where he's been and who he's talking to."

He hangs up, seeing a message from you -- something along the lines of: sorry for thinking too far into it again, have a good day. He takes a deep breath, igorning your message, and puts his music back on, eating in silence while he watches a show on his phone. He didn't really have to go to Rick's, there was a bigger reason he had to leave your apartment.

He had to find out why the fuck Steve Harrington been texting you since five o'clock this morning.

[rory-multifandom-mess]

Can you please do something with NUzi for the writing prompt thing? I don't care which one, my only request is some good fluff!

Oh, my turn to decide! Okay! Uuuh, let’s go wiiith…

18. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” and 21. “I’m better when I’m with you.”

Genre: Fluff

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It had been at least a year since the end of everything. Uzi was learning how to deal with Solver basically being the voice in her head, and N was learning how to fit into the drone colony.

But right now, none of that mattered. N got to hang out with his girlfriend. That’s all he cared about.

The two were walking about outside the bunker, walking up and down the streets of the abandoned city. Ever since the planet had been taken apart and then put back together, it was like all of the radiation dispersed into space, causing their usual eternal winter to come to an end, and giving them seasons back.

A while ago, many worker drones had gone out of their way to plant some trees, though it was mostly the adult worker drones, having missed the look of them before the core collapsed. Even Miss Dorman helped, despite never seeing them either.

The radiation still stuck in the soil had enhanced how quickly the trees grew somehow — though N nor Uzi were going to question it.

Now, it was fall. The ground was covered in dried leaves, and the trees were beautiful shades of orange and red and brown. N loved it. It reminded him of his time at the mansion.

When he’d seen all of the crunchy leaves on the ground, he rushed inside the bunker as fast as he could, flying down the corridors excitedly and dodging around Worker Drones, probably scaring them out of their casings.

His wings disappeared in front of her hab, causing him to crash inches away, though he quickly scrambled to his feet and ran back to it, opening the door.

“Uzi!” He yelled excitedly into the room.

Khan, who had been sitting at the dinner table with Nori on his head, jumped, nearly falling out of his chair.

“Oh my robo-god!” He exclaimed.

“Oops! Sorry, Mister and Misses Doorman!”

“N? What’re you doing here?” Uzi asked, exiting her room.

N grinned seeing her, rushing forward and grabbing her by the wrist, rushing back out of the hab.

“I’m gonna borrow Uzi for a bit! Okaybyeee!” He called into the hab as Uzi yelped behind him.

“N!-“ Uzi exclaimed, “What are you so excited about?”

“Outside! The leaves! It’s autumn, Uzi! It’s autumn!” He exclaimed.

“Oh! In that case— Race ya!” Uzi said as her purple and yellow wings sprouted from her back, forcing her forward and in front of N.

N laughed. “Oh you’re so on!” He said competitively, using the boosts in his wings to send him forward. He heard Uzi exclaim some kind of profanity behind him.

Eventually he made it to the front bunker doors again, accidentally slamming into it.

Uzi landed behind him as he peeled off of it, landing on his back on the floor.

She crossed her arms and leaned forward, above his face.

“You won, but at what cost?”

“The cost of my schnose….” N whined.

Uzi giggled and walked over to the controls to press the button which opened the door.

A gust of wind blasted through the doors as N stood up, autumn leaves being blown in from the outside.

Uzi’s eyebrows raised, amazed by the beauty of the leaves. She slowly stepped out, looking around at all of the colors.

N grinned and followed her out, standing beside her with his hands on his hip.

“Amazing, right?” N said proudly.

“I’ve never seen anything so pretty before,” Uzi admitted blankly.

“Wanna go play in it?”

“YES!” Uzi immediately ran forward, belly flopping into a pile of them.

N yelped, then laughed.

“Where did you go? You disappeared!” N said through his laughter.

Uzi popped her head up from the pile, her sunset eyes reflecting back at him.

“Here!” She said through her giggles. Leaves poked out of her beanie and her hair, her hair dirty and messy now.

N’s core fluttered at the sight. She was so cute and pretty… Time and time again, he’d be reminded of how he would do anything for her.

Uzi dove into another pile of leaves, disappearing beneath them.

“Let me join in!” N said excitedly, leaping in after her.

Uzi yelped and scrambled out of the pile before he landed, laughing.

“You fool! You’ve fallen for my trap!” Uzi announced, jumping on him with her signature cackle.

“Aaah! Nooo!” N cried playfully, giggling as she landed on top of them.

They began to grapple, laughing as they wrestled in the leaves, both of them getting covered in crushed leaves and sticks.

After a while, Uzi ended up sitting on his chest, holding his arms beside his head as their giggles slowly calmed down.

They stared into each other’s eyes, the stars glistening above them. The moon perfectly aligned behind Uzi’s head, giving her a halo of light.

N admired her. She was adorable and goofy and weird and fantastic. Others in her school would call her cringe, but to him— she was anything but. She was wonderful. She was everything. She was perfect.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” N said, his voice soft and whimsical.

Uzi’s eyebrows raised, blush spreading across her face. She put her hand on his face and looked away bashfully.

“Shut up,” She mumbled.

N chuckled, gently taking her wrist and pulling it away. “I mean it! You’re so amazing and pretty. It’s impossible to put into words how much I love you.”

“Oh my god N stop!!!” Uzi bapped his face, her blush becoming stronger.

“But it’s true!” N said, putting his hands under her armpits and picking her up. He sat up, placing her in his lap, then cupped her face in his hands.

“You’re my whole world, Uzi. I’m… I’m better when I’m with you.”

Uzi paused for a moment, staring into her eyes.

“Nah, N. You’re better no matter what. And, um… I love you too, dork.” Uzi glanced away, furrowing her brows.

N grinned, then kissed her cheek.

Uzi couldn’t help but smile.

“…Now back to wrestling!” N said excitedly, shoving Uzi down.

Uzi yelped, then giggled. “No fair!”

They giggled and laughed along, wrestling and running around in the fall leaves, jumping into piles and throwing them at each other until sunrise, nothing but joy and whimsy coursing through the both of them.

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SO SORRY THIS TOOK 80 BILLION YEARS... Also the setting is based off of a little idea had. Solver must be so mad it accidentally restored the planet lmaoooo. ANYWAY HOPE U ENJOY!!!!!

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Prompt Post! Lizzy x Doll; "Stay with me forever"/"Because I love you!" N x V; "I thought you didn't want me"/"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" V x Thad; "I'm in love with you" V x Thad "I missed you so much"/"I can't stay away from you" N x Thad; "Can I kiss you?" N x Thad; "I want you. Only you." V x Thad; "I thought you didn't want me." Sam x Uzi; "The way I feel with you"/"I can't stay away from you." Uzi x Thad; "Please don't leave me"/"I'll always love you" N x Thad; "Please marry me"/"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" N x Uzi; "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen"/"I'm better when I'm with you" <- You are here! J x Thad; "Please don't leave me"/"I'm better when I'm with you."

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie. 

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie. 

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed. 

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera. 

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass. 

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me. 

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then. 

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of. 

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course. 

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes. 

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez. 

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal. 

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?” 

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know? 

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here. 

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.   

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

[usoinked]

Can I make a request for some Tama F/reader smut?

Yes I can♥️👏🏽

Sweet like Birthday Cake🍰(Tama Tonga X Black Reader)

CW: Fluff, Smut, 18+ MDNI, thoughtful surprises, praise, sexual content, mature language, unprotected p in v, soft dom, first time, happy ending this time ღ

Word Count: 3.0k+

Your birthday was currently approaching, being just a week away and you still had no idea what you wanted to do for it. You’ve had birthday parties before but the last time you had one was for your sweet 16. You were turning 21 now and you didn’t have the time nor the money to plan out a huge party for yourself. It didn’t help that you also didn’t really have anyone to invite, you had more associates than friends. The only person you really considered a friend, was Tama Tonga. You and Tama had been friends for a while but with Tama’s hectic wrestling schedule it wasn’t easy to contact him or find quality time together. Platonically that is. Truthfully, you were fine with doing nothing for your birthday other than just kicking back and eating some ice cream. You didn’t want to make make a big deal out of it because you really were a homebody more than anything and weren’t used to partying. Something low-key, a quiet evening at home would’ve done you well. However, your friend Tama wasn’t going for any of that and had different plans unbeknownst to you. He had been secretly arranging a surprise birthday celebration, enlisting the help of the new bloodline and even asked Cody Rhodes for some decorating advice.

After finishing up at work, you wrapped up the last task of the night—cleaning out the coffee machines and washing the cups and spoons from the day’s shift. Once everything was tidied up, you said your goodbyes to your coworker, Kayla, and made your way out to the parking lot. A quick press of the button on your car key and your car unlocked, ready to take you home.

You had always been a huge fan of pink, and Hello Kitty had practically taken over your life. It was no secret—your car was a testament to that. From the seat covers to the air fresheners to the coasters, it was a Hello Kitty wonderland. You didn’t mind the playful overload of cute, and honestly, you enjoyed the little touches of happiness it brought to your everyday routine. You even remembered the time Tama had bought you a Hello Kitty plushie as a thank-you for always supporting his wrestling career. The gesture had melted your heart; he didn’t make a big deal of it, but you knew he’d paid attention to what made you happy, and that made it all the more meaningful.

You slid into your car, settled into the familiar pink surroundings, and started the engine. The drive home was peaceful, the soft hum of the car engine and the radio playing quietly in the background brought you a nice sense of comfort. As you cruised down the road, the city lights slowly faded, giving way to the calm suburban streets leading to your house.

Pulling into your driveway, you sighed contently, grateful for the quiet after a long day. The house was just as cozy as you remembered, waiting for you to relax and unwind. You grabbed your bag from the passenger seat, took one last glance at the plushie on the dashboard—Tama’s thoughtful gift—and made your way to the front door. It was a small, comforting routine, one that always made you feel at home.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to be startled as the lights suddenly flickered on, nearly making you jump out of your shoes. “AHH!” you yelped, instinctively stepping back before your eyes took in the sight in front of you. The room was filled with roses, pink balloons shaped with the numbers 2 and 1, and a gorgeous birthday cake sitting on the counter, topped with cream cheese frosting and fresh strawberries. There was also a massive bouquet of pink roses and, of course, a huge brown Hello Kitty plushie with a hibiscus flower tucked behind its ear.

“Surprise, Y/N. Happy Birthday!” Tama’s voice broke through your shock, and you finally spotted him, grinning and chuckling at your startled reaction.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “How the hell did you get in here, Tama? Aren’t you supposed to be on the road for your match tomorrow?”

Tama shrugged casually, still holding that playful grin. “Relax, Y/N. I got a pass from Solo to spend the night here and catch a flight in the morning. It’s only a four-hour trip. And with it being your birthday, I wasn’t about to miss the chance to see you… let alone surprise you.” He then pulled out a small key from his pocket and dangled it in front of you. “Remember that emergency key you gave me?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the key jingling in his hand. “You definitely surprised me,” you said with a small laugh, your eyes scanning the decorations again. “You did a good job, Tama. Thank you.”

Tama grinned wider, pleased with your reaction. “Lo mālō. I made some…ribeyes with mashed potatoes and asparagus for us. And I got a bottle of champagne for you on the table over there.” He said before motioning his finger over to the kitchen table.

You looked over at the table, seeing two plates sitting across from each other, each piled high with the meal Tama had made. The ribeye, mashed potatoes and asparagus looked absolutely delicious, and your heart skipped a beat. Tama had really gone all out for you on your birthday. The effort he’d put into this made you feel incredibly special, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. It wasn’t every day that you found someone who would do something so thoughtful, and Tama’s attention to detail wasn’t lost on you.

As you dug into the meal, the flavors were just as incredible as you’d imagined. The ribeye was cooked perfectly, tender and juicy, and the sides complemented it so well. You both ate in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the clinking of utensils and soft murmurs of approval. Every now and then, Tama would glance at you with a playful smirk, as if silently asking how he was doing as your personal chef for the night. You’d smile back, showing him just how much you appreciated it.

Once you’d finished your meal, Tama excused himself to grab the cake, placing it gently in front of you. The birthday cake was just as beautiful as everything else tonight—vanilla butter cream frosting, fresh strawberries on top, and perfectly sweet. He gently cut two slices of it before placing them on two separate plastic plates. You picked up a fork, ready to indulge in the sweet treat, when just before you could take a bite, you stopped. Tama was holding up his own fork, a piece of cake on it, his expression playfully urging you to eat it from his fork.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you met his eyes. “You really want me to eat it off your fork?”

He nodded, his grin widening. “I made it for you, didn’t I? Can’t let you miss a bite.”

With a soft laugh, you leaned forward and accepted the fork, taking a small bite. The buttercream icing lingered on the fork like a mere stain, but the sweetness of the cake made your taste buds sing. As you chewed, savoring the flavor, you noticed Tama staring at you, his gaze intense. It wasn’t just the cake he was focused on now.

While you were enjoying the cake, Tama had shifted his attention, his mind drifting elsewhere. He was still eating, but his thoughts weren’t on the cake or even the meal anymore. His focus was entirely on you. The way you smiled after every bite, the way you seemed to radiate warmth and joy tonight, made him feel something deeper than just a momentary appreciation. Something more… personal. He couldn’t help but admire you in that quiet, intimate space between bites, knowing this was one of those rare moments he’d treasure forever.

Unable to shake off the feeling of Tama staring you, you looked at him a bit confused but tried to laugh it off playfully. “What? Are you okay?” He didn’t respond immediately, just took your hand gently intertwining it with his making your face start to heat up. You weren’t going to deny that Tama was an attractive man, but you were also nervous because you had yet to have this kind of interaction with him let alone another man before. “Happy Birthday Y/N, I wanted to do something meaningful for you. With your permission, I wanted to see if I could give you another present.”

You took a moment to respond but didn’t leave his question unanswered. “What other present you tryna give me?” There was a pause in the air before he just looked at you. “I can show you better than I can tell you” he said before gently taking your chin with his free hand and pressing your lips together. Your eyes expanded for a second before they slowly closed as you melted into the kiss, his tongue slid over your bottom lip asking gently for permission which you granted. The taste of icing, strawberry, and saliva combined as your tongues slid across one another. After a brief make out session, Tama slowly pulled away before commenting. “You taste sweet, just like your birthday cake.”

“You got it for me” you said before making a soft gasp feeling his hands snake their way up your shirt before stopping. “Can I take this off?” He asked, his voice being gentle and soothing. You hummed in response, nodding your head and raising your arms as your work shirt slipped off of you. With very little conversation, eventually all of your clothes were off right along side Tama being in nothing but his briefs by this point. His arms snaked their way around you as his lips collided with yours again, his tongue finding its way back to the place it was just moments ago before eventually pulling away and attacking your neck with soft kisses. His tongue slid over the area earning a soft moan from you as you gripped his shoulders, his body was rigid and you could feel how hard his shoulders were beneath your palm. He gently pulled you on top of him where you were both straddled, your body on his. The only thing keeping both your pussy and his dick separated was the fabric of his briefs, which neither of you minded…for now. His tongue slid over the area as if a mop was dragging across the floor, his hands finding their way to your breasts slowly beginning to knead them as he worked on giving your neck a birthday mark.

The feeling in between your legs grew even worse as Tama moved away from your neck and onto your nipples. His tongue worked like magic around the buds as your back arched gripping onto his shoulders even more. Your body squirmed, brushing up against the tent in his briefs earning a low moan from him. “Easy baby” he cooed against your chest before swirling his tongue around the bud once again.

The feeling sent jolts of electricity through your body, especially because your nipples were overly sensitive and you’d never gotten this far before with any of your previous partners. The most you’d ever did was kiss and that was it. You were always too afraid to take it further or give yourself away fearing they would leave afterwards. But with Tama, things were different. He was always so understanding and caring about you, never gave you any reason to doubt him. You trusted him. Trusted him enough to give him your body and take your virginity.

before lifting you up and sliding off his briefs.

His hands wrapped their way around his cock, rubbing it against your slick before holding it there a moment. Turns out he didn’t even need any lube because of how wet you were getting on your own, so he took that as a hefty invitation. “Hold onto me and tell me if you need to slow down or stop at any point okay?” He said, his warm hands wrapping themselves around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return nodding okay. “A-Alright”. “Just relax” he said before slowly lowering your body and just as you tried to relax feeling the tip push in, there was the sting and the pain of your walls closing in around him. Your grip around Tama tightened as you winced causing him to immediately stop to make sure you were okay. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t speak for a second because you were too busy trying to breathe, you had already felt so full but what you didn’t realize is that he wasn’t even half way in yet….that was until he told you. “It’s not half way in yet, but tell me when to move and I’ll move, okay?” You got to the point where you didn’t want to wait because you didn’t know how long the pain would last so you started to lower yourself even further evoking a strained moan from the man below you. You let out a wince before suddenly letting out a loud moan due to feeling how your insides were constricting around Tama and from how painful it was. A mixture of pain and pleasure was all you felt until you gave a swift command. “M-Move” you said as Tama replied with placing gentle kisses on your collarbone and began to bounce you slowly. Each bounce had so much passion and care behind it, it wasn’t just casual sex, he was actually making love to you.

The pain slowly began to subside and it was just replaced by pleasure. So much pleasure that Tama didn’t even have to bounce you anymore because your body had a mind of his own. Your hips began to grind against Tama’s, his cock massaging every area of your walls with his tip reaching further and further upward. You wanted to feel more of this feeling, more of him. The more your hips moved around, the wetter you became and the louder your moans got. “There you go, you’re doing so well for me babygirl” he cooed out as you moaned in response. The praise he gave you was like a reward, every time you rocked your hips or held onto him, he gave you a gesture of comfort or some word of praise. With how gentle he was being and how much you were getting addicted to chasing your own high, that knot in your stomach only seemed to form all the more faster.

“T-Tama s-shit! Somethings h-happening!” You screamed out as one of your hands found their way onto his toned chest as the other one gripped around the back of his neck. “I know, I feel it too baby, just hold onto me, I got you.” He muttered in response, one of his hands resting on your waist while another one wrapped around your neck and brought your forehead to his as both your ragged breaths and gasps for air were the only thing filling the space between you two. As your grinding got more and more erotic, you couldn’t help yourself as your body jolted from the slow unraveling of the knot inside your stomach. “F-Fuck!” You screamed out unable to hold back much of your curses anymore. “There you go, you took me so well” he said talking you through it as your body shook against his. While you were chasing your own orgasm, Tama was also chasing his own being completely encapsulated with the site of you in front of him. His hand gripped onto your hips bouncing you while you were currently going through your orgasm, but this was overstimulation he was secretly into. He couldn’t help himself, taking your lips into his own as the sound of skin hitting together and moans filled the room. His other hand slowly slid down to your clit, his finger gliding over it back and forth causing your body to jolt even more. The hand that was on his chest immediately went to his wrist not being use to this much pleasure since it was your first time. But you didn’t want it to stop, this would definitely be memorable and he made sure of it. With each flick of his fingers, your hips constantly bucked which caused his cock to twitch indicating he was getting closer and closer.

“Fuck! Oh m-my god!” You moaned out throwing your head back as your hips shook before you felt something warm suddenly pool inside of you. Tama’s head rested against your chest as the hand that was on your hips immediately wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him, letting out a loud moan while doing so. As both of you started to slowly come down from your highs, it was Tama who broke the silence first. “You were amazing, Y/N. I hope you liked your birthday gift.”

“I didn’t just like it, I loved it” you commented through pants before getting a sudden curious feeling. “Was this…just a birthday gift?”

Tama looked a bit taken back by the question but he knew you’d have to find out sooner rather than later. “Well…no…truthfully I’ve had feelings for you for a while now Y/N, I just never said anything because I’m always busy…and I didn’t want to hurt you. You mean a lot to me y’know?”

Upon hearing this you smiled before taking his cheeks in between both your hands. “I can tell, you’ve showed me how much I mean to you and how much you care. And with your work schedule, I understand…I’m…willing to take it slow if you are?”

“…Yeah I’d like that a lot.”

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Note: So uhhhh I hope you like this 😅, this is my first tama fic so pls be nice😭

Note #2: Lo mālō means “you’re welcome” in Tongan (based on the research I’ve done, if I am incorrect pls let me know and I’ll more than happily change it! ♥️)

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[andreas-river]

hey ohmygod you write for nikto!! can you do angst prompt #21 for him (maybe with a civilian reader)? i adore your work, can’t wait to see what you’re going to be writing next ♥️

Prompt: 21. "don't try to fix me, I'm not broken." with Nikto.

A/N: thanks for your words Anon, I really appreciate this! Hope you're going to like this one!

TW: angst, mentin of financial problems, hurt/comfort, Nikto is a human after all and no one can change my mind.

Want to make a request with other prompts?

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This routine was new in so many ways—for both of you.

Nikto, the one you fell in love with, the one who would come back after the deployment, was everything you were looking for and more.

Nikto, the same man who was now digging holes in your soul with his eyes, the air around you tense. It became harder to breathe as you searched for the right words to say: you only remember saying something about a place that would help him feel better and relax, but it was like accidentally pushing a glass off the edge of a table, the crashing sound deafening your ears.

"It'll be like a vacation, but…" you try to explain again, only to get a sneer from him.

"A vacation?" he mocks your words, but you try your best to ignore the tone of his voice as you see his knuckles turn pale white. "I don't need it."

You are taken aback by his reaction, too speechless to reply. But he continues.

"I don't need it," he repeats again, "I don't want it. Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken. No, we're not."

You feel yourself breaking down at his words, too petrified to even take a step in his direction. Realizing that he was the one moving, leaving the room you were both in, you instinctively try to reach out and grab his arm, but he moves too quickly for your untrained eyes, grabbing your wrist and blocking any kind of physical contact from you.

His eyes widen for a second, but you don't even notice it through your watery eyes, only seeing his blurry form as he leaves the house, leaving you alone with your own tears.

Your legs give out as you drag yourself to the couch, salty tears running down your cheeks as you cry your heart out—was it so wrong to want to spend some time outside with a person you loved?

No, it wasn't, and you knew it. But also that Nikto was scattered with pieces of himself, sharp edges that could cut you every time you tried to get closer to him, felt like a deal with the devil—but devil was only everything that happened to him in his life.

You knew you couldn't bear it any longer, so you put on your shoes and left the house as well, the rain greeting you outside with the cold air. The car you both shared was still parked in front of you, so you covered yourself with the hood of your sweatshirt, hoping to find him soon—he couldn't be that far away, right?

You couldn't have been more wrong.

Your clothes are soaked now, as tears mix with the rain, and surrounded by the light of street lamps, you feel lost for the first time in so long. The last time was just before you met him, thanks to a mutual friend—Nikodim, or as they call him on duty, Rodion—and it all started from that rainy night, when you almost lost everything, and now history was repeating itself.

You cried harder as the downpour grew louder, crushing against the asphalt as you shivered in your clothes that clung uncomfortably to your skin. You started to walk back to your house, thinking about taking the car instead: at least you would be able to cover more distance.

You let the rain soak you, your steps heavy as you felt a weight on your shoulders, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying when you remembered the only time you cried in front of him—but they were tears of joy when you got your first check from the job you wanted so badly, when you finally were financially stable enough to pay the rent and buy food without worrying about not having enough money.

Once you are in the hallway, you sprint to the door with the intention of changing before jumping in the car, your teeth chattering from the cold air as you shiver and try to untie your shoelaces, muttering a string of curses when you realize they are too tangled.

A cry leaves your lips again, the desperation getting the better of you, powerless as you fall back to the floor, your eyes too unfocused to see clearly that someone is kneeling in front of you, until something soft touches your face, drying your skin. You finally manage to see him, your heart jumping in your throat as you recognize the familiar blue eyes, a little more bloodshot than usual—was he crying, too?

You reach for him, and even as water drops gather around you, he opens his arms, sobbing against his chest, feeling the dampness of his clothes—or maybe you were the one soaking him.

Too exhausted to do or say anything, you grab a handful of his sweatshirt as he picks you up from the floor, carries you to the bathroom, and removes your clothes. Neither of you say a word as you let him change you and dry your bare skin, still shivering uncontrollably from being out in the cold in the rain for so long.

It takes him a few minutes to dry you completely when your tears finally stop and you can clearly see the man in front of you. He has a frown in his eyes, the rest of his face is covered by a plain balaclava, the black paint he used to wear is now gone, revealing the natural color of his skin.

Even with one hand on his sweatshirt, he managed to put on at least a large size shirt and a clean pair of panties without breaking the physical contact, dragging you into the bedroom as he turned off all the lights, the storms still raging outside being the only thing you could hear.

Nikto seems to understand, because he lies on his side, holding your body as you drift off to sleep. It took him some time to fall asleep, his own actions and words weighing on him more than he could have expected. He had to walk away the moment he saw the fear in your eyes when he grabbed your wrist and when his own words broke your heart, seeing it clearly through your eyes.

He was aware that the storm would eventually pass, that tomorrow you would let him sit in front of you and talk to you, holding your heart in your hands as you healed his own without even realizing it. For now, he would accept your steady breathing as a lullaby, and eventually fall asleep holding you in his arms.

And tomorrow, he will ask you about the place you wanted to take him to, so he can see you smile.

[supermanshield]

Superbat and the Kryptonite Ring: A Reading List

The quick guide, if you just want to jump right in:

Superman (1987) #2

Optional: Action comics annual #1, Adventures of Superman #466, Action Comics #653. These lead up to Dark Knight over Metropolis.

Dark Knight over Metropolis: Superman (1987) #44, Adventures of Superman #467, Action Comics #654

Superman: The Man of Steel #21

Superman (1987) #126 (+ Action Comics #737)

Superman: Lex 2000 (one-shot)

Superman (1987) #168

Detective Comics #756

Batman #612

Optional: Superman/Batman #6, #12, #44-#49, Justice League (2011) #19-20, Batman/Superman (2019) Annual #1

When I think of Superbat, I think of trust. And when I think of superbat and trust I think of this:

panels from Action Comics #654

(and other things, but that's beside the point for this post). Superman trusts Batman with his life, and the decision to stop him if he ever needs to. But Batman also trusts Superman to make the right choice, giving the ring to him first. Even though at this point in post-crisis continuity they're not really friends - they know each other and their secret IDs, they've hung out a couple of times, but that's about it - Bruce doesn't make this choice himself and keeps anything from Clark, but gives the choice to Clark. This is not (yet) the paranoid Batman that keeps things like this from Clark.

So, where does this symbol of their friendship and trust come from, you ask? What happened to and with the ring throughout the years of post-crisis canon? Let's get into it under the cut.

The origin

Superman (1987) #2 (beware the Byrne-era Superman)

(Optional: Action comics annual #1, Adventures of Superman #466, Action Comics #653)

Dark Knight over Metropolis: Superman (1987) #44, Adventures of Superman #467, Action Comics #654

The kryptonite ring first makes its appearance in post-crisis continuity when Lex Luthor fashions a ring from a sliver of kryptonite that came from Metallo. However, its radiation causes him to get cancer and subsequently lose his hand. He keeps the ring in a safe after that. It eventually gets stolen by Amanda McCoy, who has found out that Clark is Superman, and goes to confront him with it. She panics and flees, leaving Clark behind, and she gets mugged and killed. The ring makes its way to the streets of Gotham, where it ends up in Batman's hands.

Dark Knight over Metropolis tells the story of Batman investigating the ring and its previous owner and her death. In the end and after saving each other multiple times, Bruce tells Clark about the ring he found and gives it to him. Eventually Clark shows up at the cave to give it to Bruce, the only man he can trust with his life.

Lost... and retrieved

Superman (1987) #126 (+ optional Action Comics #737)

Superman: Lex 2000

Superman (1987) #168 and Detective Comics #756

In Superman #126, Lex claims he needs the ring when he's on trial. Clark goes to batcave to pick it up himself and hands it over for tests, after which he gets it back, because he believes in fair trial. However, when Clark gets the ring back it's been replaced by a fake (something he doesn't notice because in his Superman blue era he was not susceptible to kryptonite). Luthor has the real one again, right before he becomes president.

panels from Superman (1987) #126

In the Superman: Lex 2000 one-shot, one of the stories shows Batman breaking into Lexcorp to threaten Lex to give back the ring, but this backfires.

panels from Superman: Lex 2000

In Superman #168, Lois then finally decides to take matters into her own hands and asks Batman for help stealing the ring back from Luthor, because Clark won't tresspass into the White House to steal it.

panels from Superman #168

This very chaotic but fun story is continued in Detective Comics #756. In the end, the ring is back with Clark, Lois, and Bruce. Though we never actually see who of them gets to keep it, I'm going to assume it's Bruce, because he has it in Batman: Hush, which takes place some years after this story.

Could Bruce use it? And Batman's paranoia

Superman: The Man of Steel #21

Batman #612

Superman/Batman: the Search for Kryptonite (#44-49) (specifically #49)

Justice League (2011) #19-20

Clark trusts Bruce enough to give him the means to stop him if he ever needs to, but could Bruce actually go through with it if he had to? Now, there are other contingencies that he has for a rogue Superman, as shown in Tower of Babel, but green K is the most direct one.

In 1993's Superman: The Man of Steel #21, set after Superman's death, there is a page that shows Bruce brooding in front of the case where he keeps the ring and contemplates if he could have used it. He sounds doubtful and above all reluctant when he says he would have had to, though ultimately it wouldn't have mattered anymore since Clark was dead at the time.

panels from Superman: The Man of Steel #21

This is much different from the Batman we see in Hush, where he keeps the ring on himself instead of in a case, and uses it without any doubt. In Batman #612, part of the Hush storyline, when Clark is under Poison Ivy's control, he uses it freely on Clark, enough to subdue him and snap him out of Ivy's control, but no more than that.

Of course, Batman doesn't kill, but from the moment Clark gives him the ring, the implication is given that there might be a scenario where it's a last resort and he actually has to stop Clark. I believe there is a comic that explores this in the Armageddon 2001 crossover, but I haven't read it. Or any other Elseworld stories where Superman goes evil, so I'm not aware if Bruce has ever used it like that. I like to think that even if he needs to, Bruce finds another way, because that's what Superman and Batman do.

Finally, in Superman/Batman: The Search for Kryptonite, Clark asks Bruce to help him rid the world of Kryptonite, after the large asteroid that carried Kara had come to earth. They go about this together very meticulously, and in the end, Clark decides to give Bruce the final piece of kryptonite. But when Bruce goes to deposit it in his cave, we see that he has all varieties and a stockpile of green K.

panels from Superman/Batman #49

This first of all is weird because doesn't Clark know that Bruce already has a kryptonite ring? Unless continuity was wiped somewhere inbetween again. But it also shows how paranoid Batman has become, how far we've strain from the Bruce that really trusted Clark and gave him the ring first in 1990 to do with it what he wanted. Instead, Bruce now keeps a lot of kryptonite unbeknownst to Clark. I personally like the 1990 version of Bruce much better.

During the New 52 era, Bruce also had a Kryptonite ring that was given to him by Clark, as shown in Justice League (2011) #19 and #20.

Extra appearances

Superman/Batman (2003) #12, Superman uses it or a different piece himself on Supergirl.

Batman/Superman (2019) Annual 1, a very fun Superman vs. Batman story :D

In animation: Justice League Doom, loosely based on Tower of Babel.

Fun fact: in JLA: Tower of Babel, Bruce's contingency for Clark has nothing to do with green K, unlike in the movie. I'm assuming that this is because at the time, in the comics, Bruce didn't have the ring, it was in Lex's posession (during his presidency). Besides that, Bruce's contingency for Clark in Tower of Babel is something that would affect him no matter where he is.