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buckysdoll1520 · 6 months ago

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“No!” I yell cutting him of “you don’t get to fucking blow up on me when I come down here asking if you ok that’s not how this fucking works!” you yelled, the stress from the ordeal upstairs and now him blowing up on you like that had caused a split to start. “Y/n-”Jasper start to speak. “No fuck you!” You we’re beyond pissed, when you had a your mood could go from 0-1000 really quickly.

You turn away going to open the door that when back in to the house he tried to grab you’re arm to talk to you and turn around to yell back in response. “Don’t fucking touch me right now!” you continued through the door up the stairs going to the living room.

Once in the living room you see Esme holding Liam on her knee on the couch. “Are you alright?” Esme asked in her sweet mothery tone. “Um y-yeah I’m fine,um Esme do you think it would be alright if you watched him while I run to the dollar store really quick?” You asked rushed want to get out of the house to cool off and probably have a bit of a meltdown in the car. “Yes absolutely, take as long as you need dear” Esme said sweetly, because little know to you she and everyone else had heard your and Jaspers argument. “Ok thank you I’ll be back in a few minutes” you said as you walked down the steps to get the front door. You quickly put on your shoes and grabbing a jacket and Jasper car keys, you walked out.

Once you got in the car you turned it and plugged up your phone to the cars smart stereo. You selected your $uicideBoy$ playlist and turned up the volume until it drowned out your inner voice that kept telling you were a bad person, a bad girlfriend and a horrible mom and that you should just disappear and that jasper was probably gonna breakup with you and you would have to move out of the Cullens house and move back in with your dad and not have a car again. Soon the voice got to much and you pulled over to the side of the road and put on your flashers. You sat there for a good hour-hour and a half before stopping crying screaming/yelling and banging your hands against the steering wheel out of anger and frustration.

After completing calming down you looked at the time releasing how long you had actually been gone and started to wonder if anyone had texted,because you had put your phone on dnd. So you picked it up out of the cup holder and turned down your music a bit. When you looked at your phone you saw the Jasper had called you 15 times and text 25 text messages.

You sighed let out a whispered “fuck…FUCK!”, you put your phone back into its resting place, and begin to pull out, once you pulled out you cut off your flashers and headed to the dollar store. As you pull in to the parking lot,you to a couple deep breaths and flip your visor down to make sure you looked ok-ish. Once in the dollar store you couldn’t help but stroll into the baby section looking at all the cute onesies,toys, blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. You’re heart ached at the fact you only had 15$ in your wallet, even though Carlisle and Esme had both told you they didn’t care to pay for things for the baby, you were hesitant…only because you hated taking money and help from other people.

So you bought Liam new pack of pacifiers, a bib and a stuffed chicken. The bib was blue and had a giraffe on it, the pacifiers had stars and moons on them, and the chicken was well, a stuffed chicken. You payed for everything and headed to the car. Once you get settled in the car you headed back to the Cullens house. As you pulled in the driveway you saw Jasper was on his balcony with a sour look on his face.

When you walked the door you could hear Edward laughing at Rosalie, he always laughs at her when she baby talks with Liam. It wasn’t necessary but you announced your self “I’m home!” You yelled in a sing songy voice as you laid the keys in to the dish they rested in, and taking off your shoes and coat. Walking up the stairs you heard Liam squealing out in laughter, “hey bubby, mommy got you some stuff at the store” you said in baby voice with a smile on your face. “Has he ate yet, I left a bottle in the fridge?” You asked Esme. “Uh yeah Jasper feed him a few minutes ago” she said almost hesitated to mention his name. “Ok,um..where is Jasper?” You asked looking around not seeing him anywhere. “He’s up your guys room, he’s stayed up there for a while until Liam started crying when he got hungry.” Edward said coldly, as if I had taken too long or it was an inconvenience that Liam was here and he has gotten fussy.

“Ok, I’m gonna go talk to him about earlier. Rose do you have him?” I asked. “Yeah I’ve got him take as long as you guys need” she said with a smile.

Once you got up stairs you stared at your and jasper’s bedroom door for a good five minutes, there were a million thoughts run through you head, he’s gonna break up with you, he’s gonna yell…he could hit you like your ex used to…you felt sick, you felt bile rise in your throat, burning it. You swallowed heavily and finally knocked on the door, you heard a low “come in.” You walked in the door pressing your back against it to try and ground yourself. “Jas-” “Don’t..”he cut you off before you could even get his name out. He spoke in a rushed tone as if he was holding his voice back, he stood on the balcony looking at the sky. “Do you know how worried I was!? You were gone for over 2 hours, I thought something happened the only reason I didn’t go looking for you is because of Liam!” He finally spoke clearly but when he did it came out in a yell.

You felt tears brim you’re eyes you’re nose started to burn, and you’re throat went dry. When you went to speak the words wouldn’t form all that was a sob. It sounded as if the air was trapped in your lungs. “I-I know I’m sorry, just get it over with…please I want to go see Liam, an-and Edward is already pissed at me,cause the baby was fussy a-and I known I’m a bad girlfriend and a bad mom and I’ma-shitty p-person all around! I’m sorry just get it over with please.” You stuttered and rambled out as tears streamed down your face and as you finished your sentence you began to slide down the door and started to hyperventilate. “I know I’m a pain in the ass a-and I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I know you could do so much better, you could have someone that’s skinny and pretty like Bella o-or Alice!” When you continued on your rant Jasper’s mood changed quickly.

He rushed over to you as you sat with your back against the door banging you head against it trying to stop the yelling in your head, that little voice in your head that told you Liam deserved better, that he deserved a mother like Esme or Rosalie that was put together and had it all figured out. “Sugar look at me, please come on don’t do that you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Jasper spoke in a soft sweet tone, putting his hands behind your head to soften the blows you were giving yourself as you hit you head. “No! Why aren’t you screaming or hitting me? Get mad! Get mad at me Damnit!” you screamed through your tears. As you screamed the last part you hit his chest as hard as you could. “D-do something…tell ho-how I’m a bad mom o-or, how I’m never gonna be good enough for you, or you’re fucking perfect family!”

Sobs shook your body as jasper looked at you as if he didn’t hear you. “Look at me…please doll look at me.” He begged you as you sobbed hanging your head low, picking at the skin around your fingers. You finally shook your head, so you had left him no choice. He pulled you into his lap as he sat in the floor beside you. “Baby…I need you to look at me…please” he said softly with is thick Southern draw. Jasper sat there for what felt like an eternity, before he realized that you were shutting down. His worst nightmare was coming true he was losing you. He couldn’t lose you. He pressed pressed a firm kiss on your hair line, as he mumbled in to your hair line. “Doll please don’t shut me out. I can’t loose you y/n,I can’t” As he spoke softly you could hear his voice breaking at the end of his sentence.

Jasper sat with you straddling his thighs for almost two and a half hours. You head was against his chest, your breathing had finally calmed down. Jasper’s hands ran up and down your sides and back. You still refused to look at him. “Hey darling, you still with me?” Jasper questioned slowly stopping his hands. You shook your head in to his chest. “Alright, do you want to talk?” Jasper asked hesitantly. You shook your head,feeling tear prick your eyes once more.

Then Jaspers phone vibrated against the floor where it sat beside you both. He leaned to pick it up from its resting place. It was a message from Esme.

Esme :Liam is asleep if you want to come get him or I could bring him upstairs but if you and Y/n aren’t done talking then I keep him down here with me and Carlisle.

Jasper sat his phone back on “Do you want me to go get the baby and bring him up here or do you want to leave down there while we talk?” Jasper asked as he began running his hands down your sides again. “Can you bring him up here.” You said in a scratchy voice, from all the crying and yelling. “Ok,I’ll be right back darling,you want anything from downstairs?”

This is my teaser let me know what y’all think !

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weirdowithaquill · 13 days ago

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Traintober 2024: Day 26 - Music:

The Gramophone:

Sir Charles Topham Hatt loves his railway. The North Western Railway had flourished under his tenure, with the Knapford Harbour being rebuilt and the Arlesburgh branch being reopened. His father’s legacy was secured, the railway was insulated from British Railways and its baying diesels. All in all, a grand career.

But Sir Charles hadn’t always worked on the North Western.

One early morning, The Fat Controller arrived at his office in Tidmouth to find something new sitting atop his filing cabinet. It was an old-fashioned gramophone, the kind that had been popular three decades ago. It still had the great big old brass horn that had been superseded by more dynamic sound output systems in the ‘60s, making it seem far bulkier than it really was. Sir Charles walked over, and checked it for a note, or a message, or anything! But there was no hint of who had left it.

A quick check with the station staff revealed that none of them had put it in his office either – though that left all of them with no real explanation as to how exactly the weird old thing ended up in Sir Charles’ office.

“Perhaps it’s a gift from your wife,” offered the stationmaster eventually. “Your sixtieth is coming up soon, sir.” Sir Charles considered. He supposed it was something his wife would do – she’d surprised him with a holiday to Spain for his fiftieth, and he had been collecting a few records in his office recently. She must’ve seen them during their last lunch date. “It must be,” he agreed. “And the note must’ve fallen off somewhere.”

With that, Sir Charles settled in to start his day’s paperwork. He paused in front of his record collection, and selected the most recent Elton John album, popping it on the old gramophone and setting everything up right. To his amazement, the record fitted perfectly on the turntable. That seemed a bit odd – most old record players weren’t built for the size of modern vinyls. But it fit, and when Sir Charles placed the needle down, the record began to play with no complaints at all. The Fat Controller smiled fondly, and sat back down to work.

All through the day, Sir Charles played music while he worked, flipping out recent records he’d bought on a whim for older classical pieces that reminded him of his youth and the songs his father would play for him while they sat at home. The music flittered out of the office, filling the station concourse and intriguing even the engines.

At the end of the day, Sir Charles placed all his records back, turned off the gramophone, and caught the Edward’s train bound for Wellsworth.

The next morning, Sir Charles arrived at the Big Station to find Henry waiting nervously on the goods line. He seemed very startled. “What’s the matter?” asked Sir Charles. Henry’s eyes darted around, and then he let off steam. “I heard… I heard something weird last night. When I came through with the Kipper. It sounded like… like me, from when Sir Topham… when he…” Henry broke off, not wanting to finish his sentence. Sir Charles frowned, not sure what to say. “You heard father? When he… bricked you up?” Henry sighed. “Yes. It was awful! I could hear his voice, but it was twisted… he was threatening me, telling me horrible things… I thought it was imagination at first, but it was definitely here.”

Sir Charles nodded grimly. “Thank you for telling me, I will look into it. For now, I’ll ask the signalman to reroute you around the station. It’ll mean you can’t get up to speed as quick, but it may be for the best until we can get to the bottom of the noise.” Henry agreed, and steamed away to start his day. Sir Charles made his way to his office, and paused.

There was a record on the gramophone. It was one of his oldest, a recording of an opera from back in the 20s. Sir Charles gently put it away, confused. His office had been locked, and the stationmaster knew better than to enter without permission. No one else had a key, and nothing else was out of place.

“Did I… leave it there?” asked Sir Charles aloud, not sure what else to think. Sir Charles swapped it out for a Supremes record, and began his day. He tried to investigate the odd, terrible noises that had haunted Henry – but he couldn’t find anything that might’ve caused it.

“Maybe some children…?” pondered Sir Charles, before shaking his head. No, children wouldn’t know what his father had sounded like. With no idea what had caused the weird noises, Sir Charles decided to simply reroute Henry around the station and shelve it until he could find some more evidence.

At the end of the day, he once again packed up his records, locked his office, and headed home.

It was a shaken and pale Bear that met him at the Big Station the next morning, looking very ill. “What’s the matter?” asked Sir Charles, immediately worried for his engine. “I – sir it was terrible! I was coming through with the midnight goods, when… when… I heard Swindon!” Sir Charles waited patiently for Bear to elaborate, now worried and confused.

“It was when I was being built – they were scrapping steam engines there too, and I heard them. I could hear their screams, and their pleas, and their hatred of me… I had to get out. I don’t want to pull the midnight goods again, sir.”

Sir Charles was now very worried – Bear was not one to try and ask for changes, he loved all work he got. Something very serious was going on, and Sir Charles needed to figure it out. First Henry, then Bear – who would be next?

Not even playing music on his gramophone could came Sir Charles down; he was trying his best to figure out what had caused such horrible noises and scenes to ring out across the station – but nothing could have done it!

Sir Charles was so preoccupied that he completely missed the fact that one of his old Bobby Lewis records had already been sat on the turntable when he entered his office. He spent all day working, balancing his usual work with his investigation, even as interrogating the station staff revealed that only the night guard had even been on the property, making his rounds.

An old, half-buried memory bubbled up – his time in the Middle East after the war had left him with many stories, including one of people’s tortured pasts manifesting into demons… or was it something else. Could such tales be a reality?

Sir Charles scoffed, and brushed it off. Such fantasies were for bedtime stories and frightening tourists – they were not real, and they could not help.

And then James came to him the next day, refusing to even steam under the canopy of the Big Station. “Sir! Your station’s haunted!” snapped James crossly. “It was… it was… it was a recording of my accident, playing all through the station! My accident on my first day, with all the screaming from my brakes and trucks and my crew trying to stop me…” Sir Charles rearranged the schedule to shift James away from the Big Station immediately, and retreated back to his office, mindlessly placing the needle on the record on his gramophone before pausing as an old jazz record played.

“Isn’t this from 1925…?” mused Sir Charles under his breath, before shaking his head and knuckling down to work. He’d been so worried about his engines that several important missives had gone unanswered, and they took even longer as his mind just kept drifting back to his engines and the frightening incidents that they been forced to relive.

The day ticked by, and then dusk came and went. Sir Charles stayed in his office, unable to head home without finishing the stack of reports that had been due the day before but were really needed the next day.

Bit by bit, the station went silent. The last of the passengers boarded their trains, the station staff clocked off one by one. The night guard arrived, greeting Sir Charles and headed off to start making his rounds.

Sir Charles switched out the record on his player mindlessly, not checking what he put on the turntable.

“We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day Keep smiling through Just like you always do 'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

So will you please say hello To the folks that I know Tell them I won't be long They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go I was singing this song

We'll meet again—”

The song suddenly jumped, the nostalgic record going silent for a beat. Then, a scream filled the office. Sir Charles jumped, his eyes wide. The roar of gunfire filled the room, the rumble of tanks and the thunderous commands of his superior officers. The screams of the men as they were shot and left to die of their injuries, the nurses unable to get onto the field. The whine of shells as they pierced through the air, falling indiscriminately on the men as they tried to evacuate. “CHARLIE! GET BACK!” Sir Charles clamped his eyes shut, holding his hands over his ears. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” he begged, but the record didn’t stop. The sounds grew ever louder, the fighting getting closer and closer to the Royal Engineers as they tried desperately to evacuate the soldiers and get them to the beaches. The thump of boots of cobblestone, the whistling of flung grenades, the harsh snarl of German commands as the enemy closed in – it was all too much.

Sir Charles blindly lunged for the gramophone, grabbing at it and sprinting at the door. He kicked at it, the old door groaning at the force before Sir Charles managed to force it open and fling the gramophone away from himself. His ears were ringing, the bullets whizzing past him with bare inches to spare.

The gramophone smashed against the platform and shattered, the pieces flying in all directions. The night guard came running, his truncheon out and his eyes searching for the source of the smash.

He found Sir Charles curled up on the floor, rocking back and forwards while holding his arms over his head, covering his ears.

“Sir? Sir!” “Make it stop!” bellowed Sir Charles. “Has it stopped?!” The night guard looked around, perplexed. He couldn’t hear or see anything wrong, apart from Sir Charles and his destroyed gramophone.

“It’s stopped,” assured the night guard, waiting patiently until Sir Charles uncoiled and looked around, eyes wide and face pale.

The pair looked down at the gramophone, and then Sir Charles took a deep breath.

“We’re breaking this apart more and tossing it in the nearest dumpster,” he ordered. “I will not have such malevolent disturbances on my railway.” The night guard nodded slowly, and offered up his truncheon. Sir Charles brought it down on the old gramophone again and again and again until it was in splinters, before helping to quietly sweep it all up and toss it out.

Sir Charles Hatt hadn’t always worked on the North Western Railway. During the Second World War, he had been part of the Royal Engineers, working near the front lines to keep the troops moving. It had been on the 30th of May, 1940. Charles had been with his unit when the Germans had launched a surprise attack – the lines had broken, fallen back; Charles was the only man of his unit who survived. He never liked to remember the horrors of that day, the entire thing too gruesome to bear. He never spoke about it to anyone either, even as he made it home to Sodor and quietly married.

Sir Charles hadn’t always worked on the North Western Railway; once upon a time, he’d been a young man who’d been sent to war.

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ilovetheriddler · 30 days ago

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Ooooooohhhhhhh now I gotta ask you to get in depth about the worst aspects of a yandere AK Eddie. (Gn) reader not even really reciprocating 'cause they just see him as a friend, the riddles freaking them out, trying to leave him for at least a while, being put in a cage.. all that good stuff. A fic or headcanons please, whichever you want to do. Thanks 💚

Well, you want the worst of our dearest Eddie? I'm more than happy to oblige! I hope that you enjoy it!

Caged and Riddled.

(Arkham Games) Edward Nigma x GN!Reader.

(Declaimer: I don't condone or approve of the actions taken in this story. It is purely a work of fiction.)

Word Count: 715.

Contents: Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior.

It had all started simple enough. Sometimes, Eddie could act a bit... strange in your eyes, obsessive and perhaps even a bit possessive at times, but you usually thought nothing of it. At least... until he started leaving those riddles for you. You had been used to getting his riddles before, so originally, it was nothing new, but eventually they changed in tone... and it made you feel nervous.

You tried to just ignore the riddles. Maybe Eddie was just going through some weird slump, and that was causing it? Yeah, that had to be it. But once you realized that there was definitely a romantic and sexual undertone to some of his behavior, you tried to let him down easy. Eddie was an extremely intelligent man. He'd surely understand that you just didn't see him that way.

"Listen, Mr Nigma, sir, it's nothing personal.... but I just view you as a friend and boss, you know?"

"......i... see..... how interesting..."

Overall, he wasn't screaming or throwing a fit at your statement, so you took that as a great sign... which was a horrible oversight on your part. He was simply choosing to wait and think this through, thinking of the most ideal way to make you realize how foolish you were being....

You were infuriated when you opened your dresser only to find every article of clothing you owned covered in stupid question marks! You angrily marched into Eddie's workshop, slamming your hands down on his desk.

"What the hell is this, Eddie?!"

"Hmm? I'm simply just staking my claim, making it known to the various gutter rats of this city that you belong to me. Is that really such an outlandish thing?"

"B-belong to you?! I don't belong to you! This is ridiculous!"

Later that night, you decided you'd had enough of how Eddie had been acting recently and packed up everything you could and left his lair.... or at least you tried to. You got about 15 minutes away from there before you were ambushed by one of his latest robotic contraptions and dragged back to his lair, where you were immediately met with the sight of a frantic and incredibly worried and annoyed Riddler.

"Ah! There you are! Now.... I can't believe that you'd be foolish enough to actually try and run away from me! Am I not good enough for you?! I provide you a place to sleep, food, clothes, and anything else you need!"

"You can't keep me here! In fact.... I quit!"

He went dead silent. His expression became neutral and blank for a moment before turning into a smug grin.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, my dear! You can't fucking quit! It's in the damn contract that you willingly signed without reading...."

You let out a confused and surprised squeal as you're thrown into a fairly large cage next to his workbench he usually sits at. There's a fluffy and soft blanket lining the bottom, so it's not as uncomfortable as it could be, but it's still a cage! He holds the contract in front of the cage, pointing towards the part he wants you to look closely at. Sure enough, right there it is. It can't be ethical, but it's written there.... By signing this agreement, then you're accepting that you're not allowed to quit while I, The Riddler, your employer, has use for you.

"T-that can't be legal!"

"....You're working for a supervillain. How is anything about your employment legal? Hmm?"

You go quiet.... damn it, he had a point. He went back to working on his latest project.

"Now... if you behave yourself in there, then I might allow you to actually sleep in your bed instead of the cage tonight. Is that what you want?"

You nodded reluctantly. You'd find a way out of this eventually, but for now, it was best to follow along without much question. He stared at you for a second, his smug grin growing even more ecstatic as he leaned closer to the cage.

"Perfect.... now, I want you to repeat something for me.... Say, "I love you so much, Eddie..."... if you do, then I might just reduce the amount of time you have to stay in the cage overall!"

".....I... I love you so much.... Eddie..."

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 1 year ago

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What happened to Billy at the end of "Leach in the rain"? How does he feel about what Jacob did to Renesme? What does he think of Renesme? What does he feel about Jacob's death? Does Billy know that Charlie is a vampire now? What is Billy's opinion of Bella after all that has happened?

Leech in the Rain by me and @therealvinelle

What Happened to Billy?

Nothing, he's around/alive, doing as well as expected in the circumstances, he's just off screen because @therealvinelle and I felt the man had suffered enough and he didn't really have much to do in the story.

What Does He Think About Jacob and What He Did?

Per the story Billy's been grieving his son for years, as he reconciled himself with the fact that Jacob was lost to him/the community when he imprinted on the vampire spawn. Jacob's priority became Renesmee and thus the Cullens, this meant if anything ever came to a head or things went south, Jacob would side with them. Offscreen Billy's been growing distant to his son for many years, partly out of Jacob being with Renesmee whenever possible and partly to protect himself from what he sees as the inevitable fallout.

Then the inevitable fallout is much worse than Billy could have ever imagined. He doesn't like the idea of Renesmee, yes, but she's very clearly an innocent and not at fault for being what she is (he blames Edward for that one). What Jacob does to her is horrific and what he clearly planned to do is even worse and would have also put the tribe in tremendous risk if he'd demanded they shield the Cullen daughter from the vampires. Jacob was willing to get them all murdered so that he could assault a little girl.

But for Billy, his son has been dead for years, gone ever since the imprint happened. He can tell himself this isn't his son and apparently it never will be. Essentially, he's in a state of grief, but is at least relieved to know that in his case it really isn't the son he once knew.

What About Renesmee?

Again, he doesn't like the idea of her, and thinks she's inherently dangerous however he recognizes that she's not at fault here and can't help the circumstances of her birth. Even more than the Cullens who were turned into demons, she literally started out life like this.

Helping with this view is the fact that because of Jacob and the imprint Billy has seen Renesmee off and on through the years, as has Emily, Sam, and others and she leaves the impression of a very naive, sweet, and happy child who is unfortunately a blood sucking demon under the hood.

It's a lot of "it's really horrible she's a vampire :/" and not being at all happy that Jacob's caught up in this. Billy would much rather live in the world where Jacob had not imprinted, Renesmee and the Cullens had left, and he never had to think about them again.

They're not close at all though and he hasn't really ever held a conversation with her that he hasn't in some way tried to escape from.

What About Jacob's Death?

Again, per above, Jacob to him died a long time ago. He's grieving, but in a way this brings him closure as if he'd watched his son battle a long terminal illness.

He now doesn't have to wonder how and when Jacob will die, if the Cullens will betray him, or if he'll be stuck living with them forever as an immortal shapeshifter caught in their thrall.

Does He Know Charlie's a Vampire?

No.

He thinks Charlie was eaten when Sam and Leah caught vampire scents in the area. It wouldn't occur to him that vampire warlords, who are at war with half the Cullens, kidnapped him per his connection to Bella where he might be a psychic.

What's His Opinion of Bella?

I imagine he still views her as a victim the way he did in canon. Billy tried to warn Bella as many times as he could, but she was too teenage to listen to him and kept insisting he didn't know what he was talking about or it didn't matter. He tried his best, but he's watching this tragedy of her life and helpless to act.

He blames Edward far more than her for what happened both with Jacob (as Renesmee would never have existed were Edward not a fool) and Bella (becoming a blood sucking demon whose lost all sense of morality).

For Bella's choices, Billy doesn't really understand vampirism, and would think this is very in line with her having become a blood sucking demon. Billy believes Bella's not at the wheel anymore and some crystalline predator has taken her place while claiming its her.

She may not be killing people, but that doesn't mean he didn't expect something akin to this.

Bella, too, has been dead to him for some time.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #leech in the rain #billy black #jacob black #anti jacob black #renesmee cullen #bella swan #anti bella swan #meta #vinelle #therealvinelle

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sevicia · 9 months ago

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2022 Batcat has very strong "I can fix him" vibes but I'm gonna be honest here I don't think he deserves her. Not rn at least cause Selina is 100% the most emotionally mature & responsible person in the entire movie with only like. Alfred & Ms. Reál behind her. & Bruce is literally a BRAT, he's insanely sheltered, ignorant and selfish through most of the movie and starts only becoming more aware of, like, everything? towards the end. There is a LOT of work 2 be done there & Selina's already dealing w/ enough shit on her own to be worrying about a grown man in a batsuit.

Also I do think it's interesting how the two main ships 2 come out of this movie (Riddlebat & Batcat) run in completely opposite directions. Selina could "fix" Bruce, but Bruce and Edward could only make each other worse.

Selina might've had her mom til she was 7 (iirc) & her piece of shit dad only dies after she's into her (mid?) 20s, but she DOES have a similar background to Edward's in that they both grew up without a stable, "normal" family, and had a very poor economic situation their whole lives. I do want to know more about her past REAL BAD cause we got the Year One comics for Edward that let us know he'd been bullied his whole life besides also growing up in the orphanage which was just... not ideal to say the least, but we still don't know much (or AS much) about Selina.

From what we see in the movie I think it's pretty obvious that Selina had to "toughen up" from a very young age: she knows how to handle herself, how to protect herself, and tries her best to do the same for those she cares about. The grudge she holds against Falcone is absolutely justified, and so is the fact that she all but jumps onto the one chance she had to kill him.

(Sidenote: I do like how Bruce's reasoning went from "You'll be just like him" (most sheltered statement ever) to "You've paid enough" (makes more sense and ACTUALLY shows some care for her as a person rather than for some broad, flimsy sense of justice.))

But on Edward's side, we have the fact that he never had someone in particular to direct all of his rage and despair to, leading him to hate and berate himself. Once he learned there WAS a reason that caused his life to be so horrible, rather than some divine, nonsensical punishment aimed towards him specifically, his hatred turned outwards into a far more broad direction than Selina's, causing him to all but lose his mind and start planning.

Selina is aware of the corruption in Gotham, but she doesn't have the detailed knowledge that Edward has (due to his job giving him the chance to find out), and still says at one point that she agrees with what Edward is doing (even if nothing is mentioned about the *way* he's doing it), which to me means that she's the kind of person who's just trying to survive and is just not able to fully dedicate herself to making a change and has become disillusioned with the city as a whole, which is evident during the talk she has with Bruce before they go their separate ways.

She HAS things to care about, and this sounds rude because I really don't know how else to put it, but she also has "a life" unlike Edward, who is always alone, chasing a purpose that only destroys him in the end. Him being ND plays a huge part in this; his already lacking social skills are only made worse by his environment, making his chronic loneliness straight up DEADLY.

I feel like I'm talking in circles BUT what I really mean is that I think the difference between Edward and Selina boils down to their ability to form relationships. Edward has been unable to do so his whole life, making him spiral, but Selina IS able to connect with others, and this "saves" her in a way. It gives her concrete goals and, more importantly, reasons to live, while also being the cause of her overall maturity and ability to go through tough times (because they WERE), and still not lose sight of herself.

Bruce and Edward both grew up lonely. Bruce because of his trauma*, and Edward because of his neurodivergency. Selina, on the other hand, shows MUCH better social skills and adjustment than both of them throughout the movie (I do think she had to grow up way too fast to survive, when she shouldn't have had to).

I just realized this post is long as fuuuck and borderline incomprehensible and I don't even know how 2 end it I'm sorry everyone.... I'm just spinning them around inside my head.

Also I just gotta say I think her and Edward could've been really good friends if they met as children, but that's another thing & also just a headcanon. But yeah. Let her catch a break. Basically.

*: I do think there's a strong argument you could make for Bruce being ND as well, but I'm also factoring in his economic status since it would've allowed him to receive help/therapy for improving his social skills while Edward never had that option.

#diary #batman #riddler #selina #<- I don't even know if I have a tag for her I'm sorry my girl....#long post #the batman 2022 #edward nashton #selina kyle #bruce wayne #<- yeah let's put this thing into actual tags. beat me. take my blood.#it kinda feels like I'm connecting dots when there are not but like... listen...#I want it to be that deep....#(walks into the sea)#much to think about

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edward-little · 3 months ago

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for the fic title ask game: Edward Little and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? or any other character lol, just seems like edward little has a lot of bad days even by terror standards

somewhere in the tags is the phrase "exactly what it says on the tin" let's ruin this guy's life

modern au. things seem much worse when they're not happening against a backdrop of lead poisoning

let's start it off strong: nedward's alarm doesn't go off. his car won't start. he walks to work in the rain.

it's his birthday.

i know he simply must get yelled at by crozier but. imagine. crozier Is Not Mad He's Just Disappointed.

his relationship is on the outs so throughout the day he and his soon-to-be-ex bf are texting through an agonizingly slow breakup decision.

at some point he accidentally responds in the wrong text chain and sends crozier something meant for his ex.

dundy is having the best day of his life right next to him which is just more salt in the wound. maybe he got proposed to maybe he won tickets to something maybe his podcast took off. who knows.

it is such a bad fucking day and trouble tickets are piling up because nedward cannot for the life of him string two thoughts together.

someone else had to take off early so he's left covering for them.

he goes and gets a coffee. spills it down his shirt And Pants and then drops his sandwich on the sidewalk.

crozier and jfj are ping-ponging him between their offices because they refuse to just have a phone conversation. anyway crozier works on the 5th floor jfj works on the 2nd floor.

elevator's broken.

anyway after all of this nedward gets back to his desk drenched in rain and coffee and sweat, so fucking tired, worst day of his life. picks up his phone. the final nail in the coffin of his relationship has been delivered.

puts his head down on his desk and cries for a while. this lasts past the point where everyone's gone home.

PSYCH everyone but JOPSON who is standing next to nedward's desk, eyes luminescent in the dark like a deer's. nedward looks up. jopson is holding a slice of cake on a plate. he says something like "it looked like you needed a pick-me-up. happy birthday btw" and puts the plate on nedward's desk. they kind of blink awkwardly at one another and then jopson leaves.

not enough cash for bus fare home because he spent it on the backup sandwich.

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avastyetwats · 10 months ago

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Continued from here. @izzyeffinhands

Stede couldn't take his eyes off of Israel, nor did he want to. He looked so beautiful sitting beside him on the warm, soft sand underneath the clear night sky, the stars and moon shining so brightly above them, reflecting off of the calm ocean in front of them. It was a stunningly gorgeous sight that was currently leaving Stede in awe, though it wasn't the view in front of him that was doing that, but the man next to him. The smile he was wearing as he gazed out at the vast ocean, the calm breeze blowing through his hair, his chest puffed out as he leans back on his hands, whittling supplies on his lap, his body shining underneath the glowing moon. It's like something out of once of his many romance novels and he just can't help but adore him with his eyes. He can't help but cherish him. He looks so serene, really. Completely at ease.

And so Stede breaks the silence between them to comment on how at ease he looks. It makes him happy... to see him so content. Oh, how far he's come. How far both of them have come. From their rocky beginning and traumatic pasts to sitting here together outside of their little beach cabin, at their happiest and most comfortable with each other and, really, with life.

But suddenly it becomes tense. He hadn't expected response from Izzy and he's a little stunned into silence, his smile fading as his head quickly turns, eyes on the ocean instead of Izzy now.

"...but whenever I think about him now.. I only remember the horrible things. “

Stede frowns, the guilt from everything that had happened fills him yet again, though it had never truly left. Not completely. He'd been told that it wasn't his fault. That Lucius being pushed overboard, his crew being marooned and Izzy losing a leg wasn't Stede's fault because it was Ed that did all of that. It was Ed that made those choices. It was Ed that was responsible.

But it was Stede that broke his heart. It was Stede that left him without word, it was Stede that hurt and angered Edward so badly that he went dark and vicious, that he took all of his pain and anger out on the crew that deserved none of it. Not even Izzy, despite how mean he was to Stede. How mean he was to his crew. Stede never really knew the nature of Ed and Izzy's relationship when he first came into their lives, only that it was very complicated and Izzy didn't like him at all or the fact that he and Edward developed feelings for each other, but eventually he understood why. He understood why Izzy was so angry about it, why he was so hurt and jealous... quite honestly, Stede would feel the same. Heck, he did when Calico Jack came back into Ed's life.

He nods at Izzy's comparison. Oh, he hated when others looked at Izzy a certain way, even more so when they dared to flirt with him. Which wasn't uncommon, even with Stede right there. "I'm sorry." He knows Izzy doesn't want him to apologize, but he can't help it. He blamed himself for all that had happened, and he hates that he even came between them, despite being told their troubles started long before Stede came into the picture. "When we first met, I only thought you two as Captain and First Mate, never thought there was anything more than that, but then I started to suspect, started to see it... it was obvious how much you hated me. You were determined to get rid of me." He chuckles, shaking his head. "So I... I started to enjoy Edward's attention more, because I knew you hated it. Hated me... and I was relieved when you left. But I felt horrible for it later, Izzy. For making things worse between the two of you... and for putting you and everyone else in harm's way." He pulls his knees to his chest now, sniffling. Izzy didn't deserve what happened to him and gods, it made Stede sick to think about the things Ed had done. And how stupid he was not to believe it at first, because he was so blinded by his love for him.

But Stede knew true love now. He knew it because of Izzy.

And so he manages a smile at his words, blinking away the tears. "I've never made anyone feel at ease before. Quite the opposite, actually." That's what he thought, anyway. His father, Mary, even his crew at the beginning. "But I... I'm glad you feel at ease with me now, Izzy. Because I feel the same way." He leans his side against his and wraps his arm around his middle, pressing his forehead against the side of his head. "Have you heard that saying, 'home isn't a place, but a person'?" He murmurs, nuzzling his nose against him. "You're my home, Israel."

#hope this is okay #and not too rambly or mushy #c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 11 months ago

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tuesday again 12/19/2022

shambling along towards the new year

listening

cotton heads by caravan palace. i think this has been on every spotify wrapped playlist ive ever had. soft and comforting in a way that’s hard for me to describe. this has been part of the background music in some of the softest times of my life, winter-warm and safe and solitary noodling around on some project that involves a lot of fiddling with tiny pieces on a desk. spotify

youtube

reading

houston thrift stores are, predictably, awash with cowboy western novels. mostly it’s every louis l’amour or zane grey possible (no thanks)

jake logan’s SLOCUM AND THE YELLOWBACK TRAIL is number three hundred and seventy nine in the series, which is quite impressive. i am fascinated when a book attempts to transplant a cowboy into an urban environment so we’ll stick with it for a bit, despite a truly horrible sex scene describing a “rigid pole”. there were no onomatopoeia sex sounds which is both blessing and curse bc the intel SLOCUM gathered during this sex scene seemed like a completely different conversation totally unrelated to the sex he was having. she simply happened to come three times in three pages while telling him everything he needed for Next Location.

watching

saw several very beautiful movies in the last two weeks, one of which i liked very much.

youtube

Experiment in Terror (1962, dir. Edwards) has one of my favorite Mancini-composed pieces of music but i had never seen the movie it was from. a neo-noir man with an asthmatic rasp puts pressure on a bank teller and her teen sister to rob the bank by terrorizing them through various means. however, despite successfully playing on a lot of Womanly Fears (unexpected phone calls, driving at night, being alone) the fbi. this is perhaps a bit snide since it is extremely good at keeping the tension up through most of the runtime, the leads all did a good job imo— a letterboxed reviewer pointed out the villain played by Ross Martin has a certain chameleon-like quality from scene to scene and it is really arresting, he pops up in some unexpected places to great effect. a well-shot movie, just a hair longer than i wanted it to be, i don’t think any movie could survive the hype i built up in my head after loving than mancini piece so much, and was not quite the vibe i was looking for on the afternoon i finished it.

dailymotion

in a different noir with an important scene during a baseball game, Stray Dog (1949, dir. Kurosawa). everything you could possibly say about this movie has already been said. mifune is such a fucking joy to watch as a somewhat hapless young cop with a bad case of the scruples. gets his fully loaded pistol pickpocketed on the tram, sending him hither and yon during a brutally hot summer tracking down every bullet. widely available for free. fucking beautiful work of art. deeply annoying when widely acclaimed movies are actually really good

playing

nothing new to report, nothing i want to play has been a free epic game lately. very excited that a character ive been waiting for is dropping in genshin on…uhhhhh…tomorrow? she has sunglasses. she has a gunbrella. she can call in heavy cannon bombardment. she’s just so cute

making

one of the purposes of the tuesdaypost is to remind myself to expand the selection of things i do and my brain partially feels like sludge bc of the time of year and partially bc i haven’t fucking done anything more complicated than scrambled eggs or cleaning things in like two weeks

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Spotify

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whoismissriley · 1 year ago

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John Price is a vampire.

Sumary: John Price is a vampire in love who doesn't want to turn you into one of his kind, because you are the only humanity left in him. Warnings: This story is rated +18 Has explicit violence, obscenity, do not read if you do not agree with this.

N/A: I was rewatching True Blood and while watching Eric I couldn't help but think about what my beloved John Price would look like as a romantic and inveterate vampire, between a mix of personality between Eric Nortman and Edward Cullen, not wanting to become one of them.

This is my first time translating something, so sorry for the mistakes.

In a world where the existence of supernatural beings is already remotely known throughout the world, you try to continue with your life as normally as you can. But definitely nothing is the same, especially because humans, among other species, are the ones most in danger on the street and, above all, at night.

In fact, it was while fighting for your life that you met Captain Price, who helped you get rid of a miscreant who had tried to harass you in an alley. John Price, he saved your life and although at first glance he looked like a normal human being, in reality he was not.

The sight of his sharp fangs and his intense blue gaze was the first thing that captivated you even though you swore to hate his kind for eternity. That didn't work, because that night he wanted to make sure you were okay and walked you home, you invited him for a drink as a thank you and he refused.

You spent a week trying to stop thinking about him. Thinking it had just been an illusion. And one night of rain and storm your door rang and in the middle of the night, you went to open it, when you saw him and he looked at you, you couldn't help but approach and claim his mouth in a kiss that he responded immediately, you didn't care if he walked away or did something else, you wanted him, you needed him fervently, because your fingers were no longer enough to satisfy the feeling of emptiness.

After that night, you and Price never left each other's sides. He entrusted you with his life, his thoughts and his memories, his dead heart was placed in your hands and you entrusted him with your life and your blood.

But, despite being a vampire, John couldn't abandon his duties as Captain. What he did little by little stopped being a secret to you, going to the battlefield among the shadows and eliminating enemies in the worst way at first seemed grotesque to you, but you ended up understanding it… and comforting him in his frustrations.

And since duty called him, he had to stay away from you… for months. Horrible three months that were fucking torture.

Your life felt empty… without desire.

One night, you come home from work exhausted. You hate cleaning tables and having to put up with a bunch of sons of bitches who all they want to do is mess with you and your fucking shitty boss who treats you in a misogyny way whenever he can. At least, since you've been with John you've learned to defend yourself because he's taught you and now anyone thinks twice before messing with you, especially since you always have your knife at hand.

You smile at the memory of your vampire boyfriend, his body shudders slightly as you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a white towel. Your hair still dripping as you slide to the closet and look for something to wear, you see one of John's dark t-shirts and take it in your hands bringing it to your face, inhaling the smell of cigarettes and manly perfume, causing your heart to race. and tighten at the same time, because of how much you miss him.

An unexpected gust of wind comes through your window and you watch the curtains flutter rapidly. Your human eye can never see it and in surprise, you let out a small gasp when you feel him behind you, your heart speeds up even more and the shirt falls to the floor from your hands. John wraps his arms around your waist and you can feel the heat of his body against your back.

"Hello my love. I've missed you"

"John…" she exclaims with a smile, turning in her arms so she can face him.

"I surprised you?" John laughs shamelessly and you blink trying to keep control of your body, you bite your lip at the sight of him, seeing that he's still completely the same as he was, maybe… just his beard a little longer, but all of him. It seems to remain in place. Your hands hover over his shoulders. "It's been too long since I've been here with you." John pulls you into his arms, gets so close that your chest and his are pressed together, and plants a light kiss on your neck that makes you shiver. " How have you been my love?"

"Oh, waiting for you" you whisper, narrowing your eyes as you feel his lips brush against your neck.

"Waiting for me, huh?" His husky laugh wreaks havoc on your core and he makes a point of leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw as he playfully nibbles at the skin there. “Well, I'm here now, right?”

"Mmm… I know."

He pulls you closer, his lips still on your neck.

"Let me show you how much I missed you while we were apart, come here… love"

"Did you miss me?" You gasp, feeling him firm the back of your neck with his hand as you let your head fall back slightly and his lips kiss the length of your neck. John growls as he pulls away from him, squeezing your hair between his fingers and forcing you to look at him. His eyes lock on yours as he lets out his fangs with a soft gasp. You let out a moan and part your lips feeling so fucking wet just from that.

You can't help but slide your fingers along those sharp and dangerous fangs that glow in the dark. John's breath catches in his throat when he feels your fingers on his fangs. His gaze shifts slightly and a low growl rumbles from his chest at the sensation.

"You have no idea, love."

You chuckle, seized by the desire building in your belly and you let the towel fall to the floor, revealing your naked body. John's eyes roam over you hungrily and his fangs seem to shine even brighter as his hands and fingers bury themselves in your voluptuous hips.

“Kiss me,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He leans in and his lips capture yours in a passionate embrace. His tongue runs over your lips, a low growl of his forming in his chest as he devours your mouth like a hungry man, his hands gripping you firmly and pulling you closer. You cling to him, wanting more of him, your hands gripping the fabric of his jacket and pressing against him. He takes it off as John's hands roam over your naked body, ready for him, you moan against his mouth.

He takes you in his arms and easily picks you up and carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, without breaking the kiss, and climbs on top of you, breaking the kiss to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and his collarbone. You run your fingers through his hair, hugging him and sighing in pleasure.

"You're so beautiful, Juliet," he whispers in your ear, as his hands move to run up and down your body. "I want to show you how much I missed you. To make up for lost time. I've been dreaming of this moment for so long… "

"mmm" You look at him, moving away a little curiously "How did you feed yourself all this time?"

“Vampires have their ways, love” His lip curls into a wicked smile as he leans in and runs his finger over your lips “I'll tell you everything later, darling. Right now I'm more interested in something else. Come here, let me kiss you…"

"I was worried about you…" you whisper against his lips.

"I'm here now, love, my entire being is yours. Tonight I'm a man, not a vampire. And I promise you, I want to be as close to you as possible." He plants soft kisses all over your body, his tongue moving. to taste your skin. You arch beneath him, your breathing quickening as his fingers dig into his hair, pulling you closer.

His hands cover your breast, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while his lips roam over your nipples, taking his time with each one. He moans softly as he slides his mouth to your neck, his fangs grazing the skin there, making you shiver. His tongue flicks against your skin, his lips pressing feather-light kisses along your neck until his fangs gently prick the skin. You let out a small moan and his hands tightened around his neck.

You moan and he sinks his fangs deeper into your skin. You gasp at the sensation and arch your back off the bed, a shiver running through you as he begins to drink from you. His hand moves to the back of your neck, squeezing your hair, holding you.

His suction is gentle, always delicate and cautious but it sends dizzying sensations to your lower belly, increasing your libido to levels where your mind becomes cloudy and he knows it, he can feel your pulse and the way you writhe under him, digging your nails into his arms as you gasp like you're having an orgasm.

John moans against your neck, his lips curling softly as he knows he's pleasuring you. You shudder beneath him, his fingers running through your hair, holding you close… Caressing you, caring for you. You let out a soft sigh and then close your eyes as he continues to drink from you. His tongue comes out to lick his wound, sealing it and he pulls away after a few moments, his eyes shining as he looks into her eyes.

"You taste amazing, my love."

“John…” you gasp, spreading your legs with him in the middle “I need you…”

He growls and quickly slides his clothes off of him positioning himself between your legs, his hands sliding down your body as he brings his mouth to yours and kisses you. He growls low in his throat as his lips move against yours and you feel the metallic taste of blood, your blood between his teeth.

“I need you too…” His lips move to the other side of your neck, licking, grazing his teeth against your soft skin. Your hips and his move against each other, rubbing your sexes against each other, mixing your juices and your desires while moans escape his lips.

“Please…” you beg, moving your mouth to his ear, licking and causing John to growl again, trailing kisses down your neck, down your breasts…his fangs grazing the soft skin of your breasts “Please. ..” you plead with your mind clouded with desire.

"Mine…" he murmurs as he sinks his fangs into your breasts, gripping them with his hands as he growls under his breath at the sweet taste that fills his palate.

"Please…" You repeat, pushing your hips against his, surrounded by the pleasure of his sucking and his caresses. "Please John…" Your hands go to his ass, pushing him against you, you feel the tip of his penis in your wet entrance and you open your mouth when he slides inside you little by little.

You moan loudly as John begins to move his hips against yours, hitting his spot, hitting that button you needed him to touch. He runs a finger down your chest, his tongue licking the small holes in the skin of your breasts, healing the wounds and lapping up the rest of the crimson blood. His fangs are elongated and slide towards your neck again, grazing the soft, squishy skin.

"Tell me you love me, love. Please… say it," you hear him say with a hoarse gasp.

“I need you, I love you…” You moan, feeling him hit your womb.

He lets out a low, rumbling growl at your words before sinking his fangs into her neck, pressing against her.

"I love you too, darling… You're mine…"

"Yeah…"

He presses a kiss against her neck, his tongue darting out to seal the wound. His lips brush against her ear and a low growl forms in his throat.

"Say it again…"

"I need you…"

“Just like I need you, love…” he murmurs the words against your neck as he presses himself against her. He pulls her away a little and his gaze meets yours. “Now, honey, why don’t you be the one making the moves tonight…?”

You moan, smiling, and turn around on the bed, rolling over him, lying on top of him. You rub yourself on his cock, moaning at the movement and John's fingers dig into your thighs. You lower your head to look at him at the same time that you take his penis in your hands, massaging it while staring into his eyes.

"You love Me?" questions he possessed by lust "do you need me"

"Y-Yes…" he exclaims, narrowing his eyes "I need you baby" You narrow your eyes and adjusting the thick tip of him, you sink him into you until he reaches the deepest part of your being.

You start jumping on top of him, your hands on his hard chest, digging your nails in, leaving half-moon marks on his skin. You bite your lower lip at the pleasure your body begins to have. He laughs as his hands slide over your legs and up your back caressing every curve of your body as you ride him. John lays back on the bed, content to just watch you take control and see how your tits move and how you take it… he bites his tongue as he watches you try to hold back a moan coming from low in his throat.

"Oh, you're a wildcat, aren't you, love…?"

“A wild kitten who loves to ride,” you murmur as you continue moving.

A growl rumbles against your lips as he lets you continue, his fingers digging into your thighs as he grunts in approval.

"Now, that's what I was talking about honey…" he moans.

"Mmm" she throws her head back as she continues to lightly jump on him.

John gives a low, throaty chuckle.

"That's it… That's my good girl," he moans, standing up, with you still inside him, his arms around you as you move against him, his mouth eating yours and his tongue pushing into your mouth, tangling with yours. Wait, love…” he says suddenly, grabbing your waist firmly and moves, sliding over you against the bed. He growls, burying his face in your skin, his tongue flicking across your neck and breasts, licking your hard nipples while his other hand digs into your hips as he thrusts into you again and again.

"You are so beautiful, love…"

“John…” you sigh, putting your fingers in his hair, pushing it against his neck.

He presses a small kiss against your skin and his fangs dig into your skin making you moan loudly in pleasure, the taste of him awakening something primal in him.

"So sweet, so mine… Say it. Tell you that I am yours…"

"I'm yours…" You moan as John pushes against your hips, "yours… only yours."

He breathes heavily against her skin, the primal desire in him coming to light.

"Only mine. Say it again…"

"Only yours…"

“Again,” He orders, his eyes looking directly into yours, his mouth close to yours. His breath is warm and his hands lightly squeeze his neck as he waits for your response.

"Say it again, honey."

"Only yours!"

He lets out a chuckle as he moves even closer to you, devouring your mouth with his, moaning as he rocks against you, penetrating you to the depths of your being.

"Mm, you're such a good girl, love… You don't know how much I missed you…"

"I missed you more…" you moan, opening your eyes, looking at John's beautiful fangs, "you're so beautiful…"

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes looking directly at you.

"I am only yours, my love. I missed you… I missed you every day we were apart. I thought I would lose my mind being away from you…"

"You're here" you whisper, caressing his neck and neck with your nails while he moves slowly, sensually, filling your emptiness, with his body joined to yours. One of his hands passes over your breasts, lightly squeezing the soft flesh there.

"How could I have spent so much time without you…?"

"Now you are here" you repeat "With me…"

"Yes, dear. I'm here…" His hand runs down your stomach and slides over your clit, touching your swollen, sensitive bud as you squirm under his touch. "My love. My soulmate… Mine… Never the more I will leave you. Never."

He pulls you against him again, his hand tangling in your hair as he kisses you hungrily. The soft flesh of your chest curves against him as you press hard against him, his lips parting as he takes your mouth with animalistic force. John lets out a low growl in his throat as his hand moves lower, his fingers caressing her soft skin as he lets him take control.

"I love you… I missed you so much…" His voice is breathy, low and hoarse with lust "I missed this… You feel so good, my love" His hands are eager as they move over her, eager to feel every inch of her skin "So soft… Your touch… It's all I can think about. I missed you. I love you, Juliet"

Your voice stays in your throat, focused on maintaining the control you think is already lost. The pace of their hips quickens, their breathing becoming ragged as they move together. Their mouths still attached to each other hungrily. John fucks you hard, pressing himself hard against you as if he could melt into you. You moan against his mouth and his hand gently closes around your neck.

His breathing is short and hoarse, his fingers gripping your hair now pressing you against him and he grunts, his eyes locked on yours as he fucks you, moving his hips over and over. His hands hold you tightly, kissing you, hungry, thirsty. His hands touch you everywhere.

You look into his eyes, feeling his rough hands on your body as he moves against you, your breathing becomes ragged and his foreheads press together as desire pools in your belly. His fingers dig into your hips and his nails leave dark red marks on your skin. John bites down on your shoulder, leaving marks along your sensitive skin and licks, holding you against him.

"Mine," his voice is a rumble, a low growl coming from his chest. His fangs are still out, leaving marks around your body. His tongue flickers against your skin. “So delicious… So sweet… You're mine… All mine…” His hand comes down from him, his fingers curling around the sensitive flesh. The pace of his hips against your body begins to increase once again, the heat burning in his stomach increasing even more.

“Oh John…” You moan.

The pace of their bodies moving together increases rapidly, sweat dripping from his skin, his limbs tangled in sheets. His hands grab your hair and pull it back, your mouth finding his in a long, passionate kiss. Your thighs curl against his body, his breathing quickens as you climax, your nails digging into his back. You tremble against him, the climax shaking you. John slows his movements and lies on top of you, face buried in your neck, feeling your pulse, still licking. And your hands caress the back of John's neck, as he tries to catch his breath.

"That's my girl…" He presses his nose against his neck, his fangs hitting his flesh surprising you "You're mine" his hand reaches out and runs down his thigh with a growl. under "Mine"

"Yes my love… all yours…"

His fingers find your sensitive flesh, touching, squeezing, making your legs contract and your hips move against him, his lips against your neck, pulling her back. John's touch is rough and playful as his hand rubs and caresses your clit, teasing you, teasing you gently now, as his fangs are sunk into your skin again.*

"Very, very good…" his voice is soft, the heat in his stomach still brewing.

"John…"

“Mm…” He grunts, his hand pressing against the flesh of her thigh “Mine…” His fingers continue to rub your swollen clit as he continues to move against you, massaging the spot, teasing you and rubbing your thigh once more.” Good girl…” He murmurs softly before biting your neck again, his fangs sinking into your skin gently as he lets out a contented sigh, “Mine.”

"Oh god…" she moans, feeling like she's going to explode.

“That's it…” His words are a low, rough growl, his hand pressing against your thigh as his fingers massage and tease and tease, “Good girl…” His fangs sink deeper into your neck, his voice she hoarse, her mouth still wet with his blood "God, you're so good… The best… the only one, the hottest, the sexiest… fuck my love… you're delicious… I want to fuck you until "That you can't scream anymore." He laughs at his own rude words, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh, feeling her body squirm beneath his.

“John…” is all you can say, possessed by pleasure.

"I need more, baby. More, more…" His voice is a rough, hungry growl, his lips devouring your neck, sucking your blood as he squeezes your breasts with a wild sensation that makes you shiver and gasp with fervent desire.

Your fingers tug at John's hair, pushing him against you.

"Oh my God, John…"

His grip tightens slightly, his fangs sinking deeper into your skin as he lets out another satisfied growl.

"Oh, you're so good, my love…" He begins to move faster, his voice almost breathless. "I'm close, Juliet. So close… So, so close…" The pressure increases, his fingers grip your thigh harder, his other hand squeezing your breasts. His teeth are deep in your flesh, the smell of your blood fills his senses. "Oh, God… Oh God…" his voice echoes at the edge of his ear, the fangs of He brushes against your neck as he continues to move. "Oh, my love…" The pressure reaches its peak, his voice hoarse and his body tense as passion overflows into him.

"Baby…"

His grip tightens on your flesh, his fangs sinking even deeper. He releases a moan deep in his stomach.

"I…" his mouth trembles as he presses his lips against his neck "I'm going… Do you want…? I'm going to fill you up my love…" his voice is hoarse and breathless, his body trembles with emotion.

"Please… cum inside me, please…" You moan against him.

“Oh, God…” He sticks out his tongue, tasting the blood on your neck as his fangs sink a little deeper again, a low, hoarse moan leaving his throat. He moans your name, his hips still moving against yours, his fingers still gripping your flesh. His body still trembles, his hips slowing slightly as the passion subsides slightly.

His fangs retract and his tongue licks your wounds as his fingers sink into your hips and his orgasm rocks you, filling you with his hot, white liquid, filling your walls. His lips press your skin in a soft caress, apologizing for the brutality of a few seconds ago, his eyes look at your skin making sure there are no wounds or traces of blood, his hips still move against yours at a slower pace.

"Yes… Ohh…" He sighs softly, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck and his fingers still gripping your thighs "That was fantastic, baby. That was fantastic" His voice is husky, his tongue still lick the blood from your neck.

"Always…." you sigh exhausted "It always is…" you caress him while he licks the remains of blood and at the same time heals your wounds "I'm… I'm sleepy"

His eyes roam over your body, his fingers still caressing your thighs as he smiles.

"Come here…" He gently pulls you against him, nuzzling your face against his neck and kissing you as he does so "How could you be tired my love? I can't understand it" He laughs at his own words before licking the edges. from his wounds, letting his saliva do the work.

She laughs at you, snuggling against his chest.

"you left me empty… I just need… to sleep and eat something"

He laughs and leans back against the headboard of the bed, his fingers still gently caressing and massaging her thigh. His eyes roam over your skin as he looks straight at you, with your eyes half-lidded.

"Then rest my love. If my beautiful, sexy girl needs to rest on her man's muscular chest…Who am I to deny her?" He laughs and reaches up to caress her cheek.

"You're the best…" he whispers with his eyes closed, snuggling against her chest.

"Don't thank me yet, my love, I'm far from done with you" He smiles at you as he rests his head on yours, his fingers continue to caress the skin of your neck and he looks at you from time to time "Wasn't I too much… . rough?"

"It's okay my love, it was okay"

John sighs.

"Do you know how much I want you?" John kisses your head, his voice hoarse with desire. One of his hands rises to his hair, gently running through his silky strands.

"You're insatiable…" you tease, smiling against the skin of his chest.

"And you're the only one I want to be insatiable with…" his hand runs over your curves. He pulls his face away to kiss your cheek and his lips move down to your neck, making you shiver, his hand tugging at your hair lightly "I want your body… I long for your skin…" He leans forward slightly, his mouth finding yours. her in a long, slow and deep kiss.

But suddenly a doubt strikes you, one that you haven't been able to help thinking about for some time. You promised not to talk about it again, because you knew he didn't agree, but you couldn't help it. The idea of not being with him filled you with bitterness.

"And you're going to love and desire me when I'm old and wrinkled?" you stare at him "and you are still this man in front of me? you will always be young… immortal…"

"You could be an old hag with wrinkles down to the floor and I would still look at you with eyes full of love and desire," he says. You roll your eyes and huff in frustration. You feel him laugh against your skin, his lips kissing the skin of your neck lovingly "You, my love, are the air I breathe, the blood in my veins. I can't spend a second without wanting you. Without needing you. Without loving you. .."

"But I will die… of old age or worse… while you…" your lips close and your eyebrows furrow bitterly. John kisses your neck and then stares at you.

"I don't even think about that, Juliet. I don't care. The only thing that matters is you and me and how we make each other feel. And that we love…" he tilts his head and kisses your lips, grabs your hair with his hands and extends your neck "…We make love…" he laughs and steps back a little, looking at her, his voice still rough with emotion "We make each other feel good things we don't want to lose" He he smiles softly "We're together…" and kisses your neck.

But your brow is still frowning.

"But not forever, one day I will die and you won't…"

He runs his fingers through your hair and pulls away to look at you again. His blue eyes shining in the dark.

"Let's not talk about that. Just…" He trails off, pressing his lips against hers once more, "no… let's just enjoy the time we have." He smiles softly, a low, rumbling purr coming from his chest as he the kiss continues.

"But I want to be yours… forever…"

"You're mine now…" He smiles against your skin as he moves his hands up your thighs, opening them for him. His lips trace your neck, sliding his fangs over your skin as you shudder. “You belong to me and I belong to you…” He moans in satisfaction as he sinks his fangs near your collarbone, a soft, delicate bite that he then licks to seal.” Mine…” His voice is hoarse.

"You know what I mean," you murmur, turning away from him slightly, watching her calm expression trying to keep control of what she knows you'll say next. "I want you to turn me…"

"Mine…only mine for all eternity…?" He smiles, stepping back and looking at you. “Become…? My sweet human girl…?” He stares at you, his voice husky. “The only thing you need to become is my love.” He pulls you close to him, his mouth against your ear. “You are already mine, Juliet. You have been mine from the moment we met.” His Fingers run over the skin of her abdomen, caressing her body.

“but I…” you whisper and he presses her mouth against yours smiling.

“I know, sweetie” He sighs softly and leans his head back, his words low and harsh “But, that doesn't make our connection any less” The heat of their lovemaking still fills him, the air is full. of his scent and saliva "You belong to me, just as I belong to you" He smiles, his breathing is ragged, hot and rough "You will never feel the warmth of another person's touch, the scent of their breath against your neck, their fingers moving for your flesh… more than mine"

"It means… you're not going to turn me…" you whisper, staring at him. John nods slowly, running a finger over your skin as he looks at you warily.

"No…no, I won't and do you know why?"

"Because?" you grumble.

"Because you are my human… my precious tender and mortal girl" He smiles. "And I won't change that. I won't touch you… I won't turn you… and I'll make you change your soul" He pauses, the smile still on his face "I love you as you are… Just like this… just like that." which one are you” His expression softens and his fingers run over his chin “Just like I met you…” He smiles softly.

"But I will die… someday.." you whisper.

"Yes, you will, darling. Someday…" his gaze lingers on hers. The love and affection in his eyes are overwhelming as he stares at her, drinking in the sight of her. "Someday… But you don't have to think about that now. You're here, with me." His voice is low, his hand caresses your hair. "There's no need to look into the future. Stay in the present." He leans over her, his breath hot in her ear as he whispers, "Stay in the present… and stay with me."

"But I can't." You get up and sit on the bed with your knees bent, staring into space. "I can't think about the present if I know I won't be with you forever…" He stares at her, caressing her hands. her hair.

"Honey… What matters is that you are with me now. What matters is our love, in this very moment" his words are tender as his fingers gently caress her chin, his voice hoarse, low and full of gravel but you can't. look at him "Look at me, Juliet. Look at me" his fingers continue caressing you as you speak "I love you. I love you, right now. Stay in this moment with me, darling…"

"I-I can't…" she whispers, looking at him with glassy eyes.

"Love…" He pulls you close to him, his body pressed against yours "Come here, love, stay in this moment with me" He kisses her on the cheek "Just… Stay in this moment with me" He whispers, his voice He snores, his fingers moving over your body as he snuggles you against him.

"I don't want to die… I don't want to grow old… forget you… How can you tolerate it?"

He sighs, his voice hoarse and rumbling.

"I can't stand the thought of losing you or you forgetting either. I want to be with you every second I breathe, sweet girl." He pulls you closer and moves your face with his fingers so you can look into his eyes, the tips of his fingers clean your cheeks "But… but this is what you are. You're human… You're not immortal" he pauses and his fingers move over your cheeks "Honey…" He kisses her on the cheek, his voice hoarse with love once again… "You are what keeps me human too…"

You close your eyes sobbing and he kisses you, calming you, your fears and your fears, immersing yourself in your caresses in his security, in his love, in his passion, in what only someone like him knows how to give you.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Runaway - Chapter Nineteen.

Woah, you guys are eating these chapters like chocolate! Thank you so much for your continued engagement. What a truly wonderful audience I have in all of you :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Damn, Hannah. Fuckin’... ahhhh, damn!” His groan was delivered on the cusp of a gasp, his abs shuddering as he came, his cock erupting in her throat as her lips gentled around him, releasing him with a little slurp as she swallowed, her tongue circling over his tight balls before kissing her way back up his sweat glistened body, looking very pleased with herself. She had every right to, he thought. “You’re too damned good at that, I swear.”

She was about to reply with something suitably seductive as she pushed up off his chest, stroking his pecs with her nails, her eyes suddenly widening. “Shit! What’s the time?”

Manny frowned, grabbing his cell. “Eight fifty-six, why?”

Her hands were all of a flap as she jumped off the bed, running around in a panicked circle until she managed to locate her underwear. “Diaz Vs. Edwards fight! It starts in four minutes.” Manny was off the bed in a heartbeat, yanking a pair of sweats from the wardrobe and pulling them on. “Oh god, give me something to wear that won’t take time buttoning!” Hannah further panicked, picking up the shirt she’d been wearing, only to throw it down on the bedroom floor again just before a Raiders jersey hit her around the head.

“There, go, go, go!” he hustled, both of them running from the bedroom. They were sitting down in front of the TV with beer and a very large, very hot bowl of popcorn with ten seconds to spare, both pissed they’d missed the pre-match, but reasoning that orgasms were a good enough trade.

“No, no! Oh my god, don’t do that!” Hannah yelled, bouncing in her seat, Manny giving her an amused side eye, entertained greatly by how much she got into it. If it had been Carmen at his side, well... she wouldn’t have even been next to him, actually. She’d have been in the armchair across the room, filing her nails aggressively and complaining. He then mentally slapped himself for comparing the two women, reminding himself that what he was doing with Hannah, it might have made him happy, it might have felt right, but it was far from it.

He was due to be married in six and a half months, and what was he doing? Screwing around. Hardly a glowing pre-requisite for married life. He knew that eventually, he’d have to call time on it, what he and Hannah had encroached into if he was ever going to make a go of it with his soon-to-be wife, but the thought of that suddenly left him feeling a little short of breath.

Things with Carmen at that point were still a little strained, Manny noticing that she’d been behaving a little absently of late, mostly throwing herself into her work, still not budging where Lola was concerned, and acting a little cooler around him, too. He mostly put it down to wedding stress, because he didn’t think for one moment that she’d found out about him and Hannah. There would have been much noise and violence if she had.

“Hey, what’s with the face?” Her foot softly nudging his thigh brought him out of it, Hannah frowning a little as she sipped her beer, trying to enjoy it even though it wasn’t her preferred drink. It was very cold, though, which would suffice.

He shook himself a little. “Nothing, I just had a horrible feeling I left my bike keys at the club.”

“Nah, you didn’t. I noticed them in the bowl in the kitchen earlier,” she confirmed, stretching her legs before curling them back under herself, her hand shovelling in a mouth full of popcorn she began shouting through as she ate. “Yes, yes! Oh, that was an insane hook! Come on, finish him!”

“Damnit, hush your volume! You’ll wake the kid,” he laughed softly, poking her in the thigh. She saw his point, quietening her verbal exclamations, but her seat bouncing persisted.

“Duly noted.” She turned to him and smiled, Manny feeling the all too familiar experience of his heart fluttering when she did. Oh, lord. He was in trouble, and he knew it. It was something that he lay there thinking on later that night, while Hannah slept soundly at his side.

He might have loved Carmen, but life with her was hard, harder than it should have been. With Hannah, it was effortless. Sure, they sometimes got into it over the baby, both being a little stubborn in their slightly differing parenting approaches, but it was quickly resolved, because both had the maturity to listen, instead of storming off. From the outside, it appeared to be a no brainer, Manny becoming close with the mother of his child again, finding himself happiest when she was around. Inside, though, it wasn’t so simple.

Beneath everything, he felt trepidation over giving up a future with Carmen for someone who could be as impulsive and flighty as Hannah, regardless of how he felt about her. After all, it was how she’d first come into his life. He knew she was a lovely, down to earth girl, but he felt a very genuine fear over ending his engagement to seek out a relationship with her, because if it all blew up, then the last thing he wanted was for them to have acrimony between them, for Lola’s sake.

Bringing it to her, actually having a conversation to her would have been the logical thing. The side of him that selfishly wanted to have his cake and eat it while locking away reality in the back of his mind, though, well, it won out.

“I have to say, this is a much more pleasant way to wake up than having the baby howling at me,” Hannah mumbled, gasping at the feeling of her clit being sucked upon softly.

“Best damned breakfast in the world.” Mmm, still sleepy, but very horny Manny. Her favourite kind, his voice all thick and raspy with sleep, and his intent to have her mindless with the skills of his mouth.

“Oh, oh my god, oh!” she cried out, her abs juddering as his tongue beat over her bud fast and hard, the gleam of her undoing beginning to illuminate, like the dawn light gilding the dark clouds of night. He worked her right to the edge, sitting up and plunging his cock into her, feeling her come undone around him as he railed her into the bed.

“Goddamn, you make me wanna fuck another baby into you. Fuck that fucking IUD.” he panted, his mouth landing on hers, the sentiment spoken before he’d even had chance to process that it probably wasn’t something he should have said at all. She had no words in reply to that statement, so just kissed him, but his words, they were on her mind for the rest of the day, whirling around in her head. Meeting everything else she had on her mind, they made for a surprising revelation later that afternoon.

“Mom, I think I’m in love with Manny.”

Jackie all but choked on the sip of iced tea she spat back into the glass. “Um, I beg your pardon?”

Hannah sighed, bouncing Lola on her lap as they sat in the shade of her parent’s lush garden. “Yeah, I’m in love with him, which is impossible, given the circumstances.”

“Well, not impossible, but definitely a no-go since he’s engaged to that other girl, what’s her name, Karen?”

“Carmen,” she corrected, chewing her lip nervously. “About that. Erm, we’ve been...” she made a circling motion with her hand, raising her eyebrows.

Jackie caught the gist. “You haven’t!”

“We have,” she confirmed.

“Oh, I wish this iced tea was the Long Island variety right about now,” Jackie cried quietly, resting her head against her hand, cringing gently. “What am I going to do with you, huh? Getting yourself into these situations. When are you going to grow out of it? Forty? Fifty? Never?”

“I know you’re disappointed in me, I’m sorry,” Hannah began, Jackie cocking her head a little, her smile as kind as her eyes.

“What did I always tell you kids? You make good choices. Most of the time you do, but when it comes to men, oh, my love,” she paused, shaking her head, “you’re an absolute effing disaster.”

Jackie often wondered if it was the fault of her and Rob, neither being even close to disciplinarian in their raising of their kids. They didn’t let them run wild by any means, but took a much more sedate approach than others. She then reasoned that neither Steve nor Jack had such poor impulse control. This was very Hannah specific.

“What do I do?”

Jackie’s reply was immediate and succinct. “Tell him.”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same, and I’m just a bit of fun to him?”

“Then really, is a man cheating on his fiancée any great loss, if he’s doing it because he can, and not because he’s realised he’s in love with you too?”

She made a very good point, Hannah had to give her that.

In her silence, Jackie continued. “If it is the former, then like I say, no great loss. As long as he continues being as much of a good father to Lola as you tell me he is, then that’s all you need to consider. I’m going to urge you to do the right thing here though, Han. Stop this affair, or whatever it is, until you both talk about it, where it’s going, if it’s going anywhere, and keep it ceased until he extracts himself from his relationship with Carmen, if that is what he chooses to do in light of your revelation.”

She began to nod, rocking Lola when she started to fuss. “You’re right, everything you’ve said makes perfect sense. It can be really simple, if I choose that, rather than making it difficult. I don’t want it to be difficult, especially when I’m off to Arizona with him for a long weekend next week, so Lola can meet her great-grandparents.”

“Then there you go,” Jackie shrugged, smiling as she shielded her eyes from a beam of sun that had moved into their shade. “Get everything smoothed and sorted by then.”

Hannah was resolute with herself to do exactly that. That was, until she saw him again three days later, collecting Lola from his, seeing him soothing their crying baby.

“Ain’t nothing to fuss about, tiny girl. Come on, it’s alright.” He raised her up, beaming at her, Lola beginning to grin through her tears. “I love you so much, even when you’ve been giving me hell all night, yes I do.”

Would voicing it ruin it all, she wondered? Would keeping quiet? She just didn’t know. She felt even more unsure after Manny put his arm around her, closing the door of the kitchen so Carmen couldn’t see him place a kiss atop her head. One thing she did know clearly, was what it meant to feel her heart flutter like it did whenever he was near.

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mayhemakinguser · 2 years ago

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Let Me Love You × Primis! Richtofen x Reader

Huahuahua

I decide to write a Richtofen x reader since I saw someone wanting more (Richtofen x reader hua)

Reader is gender neutral and is German :D

No warnings, just a lot of fluff (I think. Chaotic doesnt know if she is writing fluffc correctly. She also doesnt know why she talks in third person)

I have no idea where this is going to be taken place (I have only played bo2 origins, have never played bo3 nor bo4 which is a tragedy) so like, imagine it's one of your favorite maps 🤷‍♀️

You notice the German sitting by his lonesome on a bench, his notes spread out all over the floor and his face in his hands. He's also been noticeably stressed this past week, struggling to stay alive as well as finding a way to end this horrible nightmare.

You and Edward had worked together as scientists, so you knew little things about him the others did not. For example, how he chewed his hands when he was nervous, how his eyebrow twitched when he was irritated, a small smile when he secretly is excited. You knew a lot more about him than yourself.

But one thing you did know, was that you were hopelessly in love with the doctor. Like, puppy love. And the others knew it too. They would constantly tease you about it. Even right in front of him! Either Edward was oblivious, or he was too busy thinking to notice. It drives you mad how smart, but so dumb, he is.

With a quick contemplation, you stride over to him quietly, attempting to not startle him. You sit down carefully, watching him.

Edward must've sensed your presence because he looks up from his hands. "Oh, hallo, Y/n."

You gnaw on your lip. "Was die Sache?" What is the matter?

Edward watches you as closely as you watch him. "Nichts. It's just... been overwhelming lately. The others are trusting me less and less." He gives a tired smile.

You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "They're just getting cold feet. They have been acting a lot different since we first met them."

He snorts. "Ja, they went from 'I want to visciously murder you and bury you under gallons of cement' to 'I just want to squeeze your throat for a little'."

You giggle into your other hand. "Progress!"

You two laugh with each other for a little before you both go silent.

"Eddie..." you begin, going back to chewing your lip.

He hums in response, his beautiful eyes flitting away.

"I want you to know that ich..." Ich liebe dich. I love you. "...i care about you. A lot. And I want to make sure you and the others' well-beings are... well, good. Let me take care of you."

His eyes latch back onto yours. You realize you two are only inches apart, and it makes your ears go warm with some embarrassment.

After a moment, he goes, "Okay."

You nod with a nervous smile. "Okay. First, we have to put these stress-inducing notes away." You kneel on the floor to pick them up and he instantly crouches beside you.

"It's okay, I got them-" Edward quickly says, not wanting to put you through all the trouble.

"It's alright. I don't mind," you practically chirp. And you genuinely didn't.

Your hands brush against his and in unison, both of your guys' hands jerked back as if ya'll touched some hot water. You blush profusely, refusing to meet his gaze. You take the pile from him and set it back on a shelf for later.

You sit back on the bench and he does the same. Silence again.

You turn towards him, drawing a leg up to face Edward. With a blush heating your face, you hold your arms out. Edward blinks at you, confused.

"It's proven by other scientists that hugs decrease stress," you explain quickly, face on fire. "So... bring it in."

Was it just you, or is his cheeks dusted with pink? He hesitantly wraps his arms around you, feeling stiff at first. But when you did the same, he visibly untensed, actually pulling you close and burying his face into the crook of your neck. You squeeze him, covering your face in his chest and inhaling his scent. He has a certain musk to you, not at all stinky (surprising, given the circumstances) but it was one you could distinguish from Dempsey, Nikolai, and Takeo. He smelled like... home. And everything you could ever want.

Edward mumbles something, stirring you out of your thoughts. "Hmm?"

"Danke, liebling," he mumbles, making your hairs rise. Darling? A pet name? "You are always so kind to me, ever since we met. How can I ever repay you?"

"You don't have to," you reply softly, resting your chin on his shoulder so your voice wouldn't be muffled. "All you have to do is stay alive for me. That's all I ever want."

Edward sighs again, but contently. Without warning, he drags you into his lap and you release a squeak of surprise. Your hands go to his chest and you gaze down at him with fiery cheeks. Edward's eyes look up at you, his own face a little pink.

"Oh, liebling," he whispers, one hand on your waist and the other going to your cheek. You lean into his hand with a soft whine. You wanted to be touched like this by him for the longest while. To be in such an intimate moment with Edward.

"How did I deserve someone so perfect like yourself?" he whispers to himself, staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Everyone deserves a little love," you whisper, leaning forward a bit. His eyes widen a bit. "Even you, Eddie."

"How can you be so sure? Everyone is convinced that I..." Edward trails off.

"I don't know who "everyone" is," you say with a gentle smile, "but they're wrong. I love you Eddie. I've always have."

Then you connect your lips with his. Edward's eyes went round, then softened, eyes fluttering shut as he cups your face with both hands, kissing back. His lips were so soft. You figured it would've been rough, but it was soft like a pillow. You sigh into the kiss, coiling your hands around his neck.

You both seperate for air, studying each other's eyes. Edward says softly, "I love you too, mein liebling." He brushes a thumb across your lip. "But, you should stop biting on your lip so often. It's too pretty to be bleeding."

You blush hard, hiding yourself in his chest again. "Shut up."

BONUS

"What did I tell you?" Dempsey whisper-shouts, shoving Nikolai's shoulder.

"I figured it would've taken them longer," the Russian bear grumbles.

Takeo opens and closes his hand, expectant. "Give it up, Russian."

Nikolai grumbles some more and slaps an item into Takeo's hands. "This is ridiculous."

hoped u enjoy!!

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