“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” I said quickly, wanting to reassure her despite the fact that even I didn’t fucking believe it. I was lying but I knew she trusted me, and at the moment I wanted nothing more than to make her feel better. Her fear lessened a bit as she looked at me and nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered. Yet another shot cut through the air and I flinched at the sound, taking a deep breath and nodding. I started counting and her eyes widened as she clutched onto me tightly when I hit two. “Wait!”
“Christ, we don’t have time to fuck around here,” I said in frustration.
“I love you,” she choked out, the words catching in her throat and escaping as a sob. The sound of it stung, my heart aching.
“Don’t you fucking act like we won’t see each other again in thirty seconds,” I said firmly, grabbing my gun from my waistband and flicking the safety off. “Get in the goddamn car, baby.”
Emancipation Proclamation - Chapter 68 ©kha r i z zma t i k
“What are your nightmares about?” Edward asked in a whisper, breaking me from my thoughts. I turned towards him; his gaze fixed on his hands. I frowned, not really wanting to relay my sordid past to him. When I didn’t answer his green eyes met mine and he frowned. “You don’t have to tell me, I was just curious. I wasn’t trying to pry.” He said softly with a sincere expression.
“No…” I said quickly. “It’s okay, really. I just…I don’t really talk about it to anyone.” I said looking down at my hands folded on the tabletop. “You probably think I’m crazy enough with all the rumors going around, no need to add more fuel to the fire.” I added sourly. He snorted, but didn’t do anything to deny my accusations. He sat there silently looking into the distance with a far away look on his face. After a few minutes he turned towards me with a decisive expression.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He said firmly.
“See how good we are together,” he murmurs. “If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, I can take you places you don’t even know exist.”
“How does he do this to me? He’s just touching a small area of my body and the hormones are flying.”
Twilight Fanfiction Rec: Head Over Feet by iambeagle. It’s simple, really. A story about two best friends realizing they’re head over feet in love. Rated M. Read here: x
Dusty [by YellowGlue]
Heartbreak is being a back seat baby, and wearing heels on your birthday. It’s a decade under the influence, and The Fault in our Stars. It’s saying no every time he asked, and staying up all night until he got home. It’s “Tell me a secret, Bliss. Come on, tell me something.”
It’s remembering the way his face looks when he’s inside of me. The way his lips part and pout. The way his eyes close, but not for too long because he hates not looking at me. It’s feeling him between my legs and around my body. Heartbreak is the memory of his muscles under my palms and his breath on my lips. It’s his hair between my fingers and, “I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
It’s Sluts and Boys, secrets and lies, cocaine and peppermint marshmallow, and love is a traitor. It’s birthday candles and gray bed sheets. It’s creating dozens of rules to break and one to keep so it can never be broken.
“She remained frozen as their lips connected. She could feel his cheek and nose against hers. The breath that was coming down it was long and steady as though he was in a trance, which wasn’t far from the truth” - a pound of flesh, chapter 19
“I was being pushed in the crowd. Charlie had his arm around my waist, but I felt nothing off it. I felt broken after being separated from Edward. I stared down at my hand. The engagement ring taunted me. It wanted me to take it off or show my devotion to Edward and speak up, but I could do neither. ~ Bella Swan, Chapter 12
Love that hurts can sometimes heal. Ever wish you could go back and change something you did in life? Bella does.
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Summary: “Bella moves into a fantastic apartment building in San Francisco. Guess who lives next door? With walls this thin, the tension is gonna be thick…”