itâs about being queer itâs about surviving assault itâs about alienation and most of all itâs about how everyone who loved you before might not be able to even look at you now, no matter how many times you try to explain that you didnât ask to die and you didnât ask for that death to leave you only half-eaten when it got bored of you.
Summaryâ After an unfortunate accident involving Tyler Crowley and your car, Edward Cullen begins to take notice of you.
The bell rang. Schoolâs over. You could finally leave.
Walking to your car, you made a conscious effort to not slip on the frozen over parking lot. A decent layer of ice was covering the ground, it was a wonder school hadnât been cancelled.
Reaching your car, you dug in your pockets for your keys, your fingers only coming up holding lint. As you placed your backpack on the hood of your car, unzipping your front pocket, you glanced at the motorcycle lazily parked next to your car. It was obnoxiously taking up two spots. You turned around, trying to find whoever owned it, looking for anyone who fit the bill.
Thatâs when you saw him.
He was well over six foot, probably closer to six foot five. He was wearing a tight fitting black shirt. His blue washed jeans stood out against his tan skin. His hair, short and black, was damp from the rain. You recognised him from the few times you and your friends had gone to La Push beach. It was Jacob Black.
You debated walking over and talking to him. To complain about his parking job, though you knew how heâd rebuttal, telling you how there had to have been at least another ten open spaces.
You changed your mind once you saw he was speaking to Bella. You wanted to avoid her as much as possible. Not because sheâd done anything wrong. God no. You were fully aware all of your emotions were fully from your own doing, your own desires. But you couldnât stand looking at her facing knowing she had everything you wanted. Neither could you stand the guilt gnawing away your soul when she gushed about how perfect Edward was.
As your mind crossed back to him, you looked around the parking lot, trying to spot through the crowd. You easily found his siblings, all crowding around Rosalieâs M3 and Emmettâs Jeep Wrangler. You saw Edwardâs Volvo parked not far away, but no sign of him himself.
Shaking your head and sighing, you continued your search for your keys, rummaging through it. As you did, you heard the clinking of metal near the bottom. You took a few stray coins and old gum wrappers out in the process, finally taking hold of your car keys.
You were about to unlock it, shoving the key into the hole, when an abhorrent screeching noise was heard from behind you. You quickly spun around, your eyes meeting Tyler Crowleyâs. He was behind the wheel of his van, whizzing out control, and clearly about to slam into you.
Freezing in place, you did nothing else but brace for impact. You were never the fight, flight, or fawn type of girl, and this life or death situation wasnât going to change that.
A pair of hands grabbed you tightly, pulling you out of the way. Instead of being met with the harsh, cold metal crushing you as expected, you braced for impact as you fell, feeling a soft woollen jacket over your hands.
Your eyes shot open, only to be met with a pair of deep golden ones, ones filled with concern. You examined him more carefully, not capable enough to fully comprehend what was going on. He was laying on the rough terrain of the parking lot, with your legs on either side of his hips. Both of his hands clutched at your waist while yours held onto his shoulders. His bronze hair splayed out onto the floor, tuffs of it sticking to his face.
His mouth was moving, forming words that you couldnât quite hear over the sound of your thoughts. You nodded along, mesmerised by the man who just saved you. He let go of your waist gently tapping your neck, sending a cold shock throughout your body.
âI said are you alright?â Edward asked. That woke you up. You cleared your throat, heat rushing to your cheeks.
âIâm fine.â You mumbled out, physically unable to say anything louder. You were still shell-shocked at Edward Cullen being underneath you.
âCan you move? Youâre not hurt, are you?â His expression relaxed the longer you looked at him, though his brows were still furrowed and his nose still scrunched.
âYeah, sorry!â You rushed to get off him. He stood up faster, then leaned down to place his hands under your arms, helping to lift you up. You thanked him profusely as Tyler Crowley rolled down his window, his words slightly slurred. You turned around when he called out your name, although you could barely distinguish it from the tens of other students calling out to you, questioning if you were okay.
Whatever Tyler said fell on deaf ears as you looked at the state of your car and his van. The side of yours had caved in while the front of his had been destroyed, though no glass had shattered. The silver lining was that your backpack was okay, albeit tipped over and contents spilled across the floor. The only casualty was your pencil case, the fabric ripped up and destroyed
âHey!â Warm arms wrapped around you, and the smell of strawberry scented shampoo wafted through the air. âOh my gosh, are you hurt anywhere?â Bella pulled back, cupping your face and searching it for any cuts or scrapes. Behind her, you could see Jacob tailing behind her, his glancing between you, Edward, and his bike that remained untouched in the process.
âIâm fine Bella, donât worry.â You smiled half-heartedly, taking her wrists and placing them back by her sides.
âYou should go to the hospital!â
âOh no, I wouldnât want to waste anyone's timeââ
âNo, seriously! Edwardâs dad can check on you, it wouldnât take a minute.â With her pleading eyes and her hands clasped together, she almost looked like she was begging you. Begging you for a confirmation of your good health. More guilt, more guilt, more guilt.
Looking over at Edward, his face seemed to match Bellaâs more and more by the second. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
Jacob spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest. âLet Edward drive you home at least.â
Edward perked up at that offer, squinting daggers at Jacob. âSure.â
âNot like you were taking Bella home anyway.â He retorted, walking in between you and Edward to get to his motorcycle, picking his helmet off the ground. Bella followed him, putting on Jacobâs helmet. She waved goodbyes at the both of you before sliding the visor down.
âCâmon.â Edward said gruffly. He had placed all your belongings back in your bag and slinging it over his shoulder. The two of you pushed past the large crowd that had formed.
âWhereâs she going?â You asked, looking behind you to see her and Jacob speed off together, Bellaâs hair flying around haphazardly.
âShe wanted to visit the reservation again. She told Jacob he could pick her up after school today.â He moved a lot faster than you, taking longer and faster strides. You practically had to jog to keep up with him.
âOh, cool.â You wondered why Edward would let Bella hangout with a guy who clearly liked her. You wondered why he was slowly down to match your natural walking pace.
âI know it may seem strange why I let them spend time together when Jacobâs intentions are evidently⊠not pure.â He paused as you reached his Volvo. He held the door open for you, tossing your backpack in the back seat. He leaned over the passenger side, resting his arm on the roof of the car. âBut, he means a lot to her. I donât wish to take that away.â
âRight.â You nodded, buckling your seatbelt as he shut the door, taking his spot on the driver's seat not long after. âI live on Collins Street. Do you know where that is?â He hummed in affirmation, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.
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You were ever so grateful for Tyler Crowley nearly killing you. He was so apologetic, bringing you chocolate and roses trying to make you feel better. If only you could grab him by the arms and shake him and tell him that it was the best descension he ever made.
After that fateful day, Edward had begun to notice you more. He often talked to you in class, asking you for simple things like pens and erasers. But still, he was talking to you. It wasnât until you failed your third math test in a row when you and Edward had your first real conversation.
Mr. Varner had handed your paper back upside down, a quiet see me after class falling from his lips. You were now sitting in front of his desk, head in your hands as he recounted your past failures.
âI just donât understand.â He said, massaging his temples firmly. âYou were doing so well last semester. You seem reserved. Is something going on at home?â Your eyes widened. Shit, was that how bad you were doing? You vehemently denied it, hurriedly providing a simpler explanation instead, filled with half truths.
âI guess the accident hasnât been very good on my mental. Maybe thatâs why Iâve been kinda distant.â Youâve been failing because the only thing on your mind had been Edward for the past month. Sorta accurate.
âIf this continues Iâd want you to see the school counsellor, alright?â You rolled your eyes as he turned around, standing up and tucking the chair back under the desk behind you.
âI understandâŠâ You murmured, quietly fuming as you left the room. You swung your locker open, a letter from Tyler addressed to you fell out. Falling next to your feet. Groaning at the sight, you bent down to pick it up. You flipped the letter over in your hand, debating opening it. The sharp edges of the envelope lightly scratched your hand. You decided to toss it back into your locker before you got a paper cut.
Switching out your math textbook for english, you felt someone's presence behind you. Swivelling around to investigate, you jumped at the sight of Edward, stumbling backwards and banging your head against the metal locker door.
âSorry!â He grinned, seemingly giddy. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth, his pearly white teeth still clearly visible behind his pale fingers.
âWhat? Youâre fineââ You hissed as you rubbed your temple, an awkward smile on your face. Youâd been unable to stop thinking about Edward Cullen since the almost accident. He agreed to Jacobâs not-so-subtle push to get him and Bella alone together, resulting in the two of you having one on one time with each other. He opened the door for you with a second thought. And his car. Holy shit his car. It smelt exactly like him, just amplified to the highest degree.
How could you ever pretend to be normal around him after that day?
âI noticed you got a D minus three tests in a row.â Edward spoke, the corners of his lips still turned up as he did. âI was wondering if you needed any help with math.â
You couldnât help but notice the amused look on his face. A feeling of dread washed over you. Edward's face dropped before you said anything. âAre you making fun of me?â Your voice was meek as you talked.
âNo! No, I would never.â He vehemently denied it, his face slightly frustrated. âI was just wondering if I could tutor you.â
âSo⊠youâre pitying me?â You hid your face in your locker, pretending to look for something inside, anything to avoid his piercing eyes, ones that seemed to know your every thought.
âIâm not pitying you. But you are⊠pitiable. In your academics, specifically.â Edward clarified, peering over your shoulder trying to see what you were doing.
You froze as he reached his arm over your shoulder, snatching the envelope you mindlessly threw inside out. You spun around to find him carefully eyeing it, examining both sides.
âDid Tyler give you this?â
Sighing, you let him play with it while you talked. âYeah. Heâs still trying to apologise after the accident. I was just going to put it with the others when I got home.â His thumb teased the opening, clearly itching to rip it and take out the letter. âJust read it.â
He thanked you, tearing the wax sealing off. âBit old fashioned, no?â
You scoffed, pushing your hair back and letting out a laugh. âI like vintage stuff.â
His eyes scanned the paper. Edward stiffened slightly then glanced up at you before looking back down. âDo you also like him?â
âWhat?â You were shocked at the question, shifting back and forth in place.
âThis reads more like a love note than anything.â
âGive me that.â As you attempted to grab it out of his hands, he held it up higher, reading it out loud to you over your head.
âIâm so terribly sorry for the pain Iâve caused you.â Edward cleared his throat prior to continuing. âI beg you of the simple request to give me the time of day to formally atone for my faults. If I may ask, I wish to take you on a dining experience youâll not soon forget.â He giggled, folding the page over and handing it back to you. âGod, was he born in 1901 or something?â
âIs that seriously what he wrote?â You skimmed the paper, finding the sentences he recited with ease.
Edward watched the other students walking to their next classes. Some moved faster than others, while a few were like the both of you. Standing and speaking while knowing full well that they should start going. âYou never answered my question.â His voice softer than before.
âOh, uhm. Sure. Iâd love for you to tutor me.â You hurried to add on the next part. âBut is Bella okay with it?â
Edward paused, his eyes staring behind you, seemingly distant, before returning to look at you. âSheâs hanging out with Jacob Black today.â
You breathed out a sigh of relief, your shoulders visibly relaxing. âWe could go to the library after school? Would that work?â
âYeah thatâd be perfect.â
You spent the rest of the day looking forward to seeing Edward. Youâd never been so excited to do math. Entering the library, you quietly made your way to a long, wooden table. One with just a few people silently working on it at the opposite end.
You patiently waited for him to show up, picking at your nail beds in the meantime. It was still so hard to believe that this was actually happening. You were actually going to spend what would probably be a good hour talking to Edward. Just the two of you.
The sound of a chair being pulled out grabbed your attention. Edward greeted you politely, and you returned a similar one back to him.
âWhat were the past tests on again?â Edward asked, sitting down on the chair next to you.
âYou know exactly what they were on.â You retorted, digging in your bag for the stray pencils you had inside.
âI want to know if you remember.â He gazed over at you, seeing your arm elbow deep in your backpack. âYou still havenât bought a new pencil case?â
Your face heated up in embarrassment at his observation. âLike, algebra or something, right? Also, no. Iâm still mourning the loss.â
âItâs been a month.â He said, taking out his own notebook. âDonât you think you should move on?â
âA month's not that long.â
âYouâre right.â
You took out the test you were handed back today. Still placing it face down on the table. Edward chuckled, flipping it over immediately.
âDonât be silly, I already know your grade.â
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You nervously fiddled with your house keys as Edward loomed behind you. It had just been a little over four weeks since the first tutoring session, and youâve now upgraded from the library, where you sat chairs with uneven legs and talked awkwardly in a somewhat hushed voice, to having Edward request to come see you place. You were more than happy to oblige, seeing as it was near impossible for you to say no to him.
Finally getting the door open, you stepped inside, waiting for him to enter before fully closing it. You could feel your heart beating in your chest. It felt so odd seeing a man so perfect he couldâve been carved from marble in your living room.
âSo, do you want a tour orâŠâ
âLetâs just go to your room.â He walked up the stairs, finding his way to your room without any assistance needed. If you didnât know any better, you wouldâve thought heâd been here before.
âHowâd you know where my bedroom was?â
âLucky guess.â He flopped onto your mattress, pulled out his notebook and somehow snagged yours from your backpack when you werenât looking.
The sun was setting and you were sick of wearing jeans. You allowed him to do his own thing as you made your way to your closet, eager to get into something more comfortable.
He began checking your answers, referring to the answers he had gotten himself. You gazed at him from your closet door, mesmerised by his mere presence. His face was incredibly angular, his jawline so sharp you feared he'd cut his own neck. Your curtain was ever so barely ajar, not fully covering the window and allowing some moonlight to seep through. His skinâdue to some odd trick of the eyeâwas illuminated under it, only making you focus more on him.
âYou got 4.a wrong.â He looked up from the page, his eyes an alluring amber.
âHmm?â You noised, wiping your mouth to check you havenât drooled at all.
He tittered, going back to checking your work. âIs picking out pyjamas really that mentally consuming?â
âNo? Shut up, I'm not being consumed.â Flipping through your clothes, everything was far too scruffy to be seen around Edward. Although you were certain he wouldnât care, you still wanted to be precipitated as someone who was way more put together than she was. Especially to him.
The âhimâ in question sighed, his eyes closing for a few seconds before opening again. âThatâs notâ Youâre thinking too hard is all Iâm trying to say.â
âWell then help me pick!â You huffed, crossing your arms and stepping aside. Edward sluggishly rolled off the bed, clearly annoyed youâve disturbed him from his teacherly duties. He walked over to your closet, shuffling through a few items before settling on an old band t-shirt, one with frayed ends and holes for days, and sweatpants. He threw them at your head, covering your eyes. He was back on your bed by the time you could see again. In response, you threw a single sock at him and completely missed.
Groaning at his lack of response, you padded off to the bathroom to change, taking one final glance at his face before shutting the door. It still felt odd seeing him so often. Before the crash, all your looks were from afar and highly limited. Now, you could get away with admiring him for a good minute without Edward noticing.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing Edwardâs sleepwear of choice. You wished he had asked you if he could come over in advance instead of ten minutes before he actually did. Then maybe you wouldâve had the opportunity to go out and buy some pyjamas from Victoriaâs Secret or some other lingerie brand.
Then you thought about Bella again.
Entering the room again, Edward patted the spot beside him, urging you to sit next to him. You took the seat, your pin straight posture a stark contrast to his relaxed one.
âBellaâs okay with you being over, right?â Your voice faltering slightly.
His pen halted at your ask for a mere moment. âSheâs at the reservation with Jacob Black. Sheâll most likely be spending the night there.â
âOkkayâŠâ You drawled out, accepting the answer and yawning as you copied the position he was laying in.
He continued going over the questions youâd gotten wrong, meticulously explaining each step on how to improve and what steps to take in order.
You felt your eyelids get heavier as he spoke, mostly due to boredom at the conversation topic. Simplifying algebraic fractions wasn't particularly something that kept you engaged. You nodded along with whatever Edward was saying, allowing your head to fall on the mattress and your eyes to fully close.
The next time you opened them was to the sound of morning doves tweeting through your open window. Stretching your arms over your head, a post-it note on your bedside table caught your eye.
Picking it up, the neat script written in black ink was unmistakably Edwardâs.
I finished correcting your work after you fell asleep. Please take a look at the notes I have provided as well.
You smiled at the note, knowing fully well you were not going to read any of them.
Your mindless routine of getting ready was broken up by an unexpected phone call. You picked it up, holding it between your head and shoulder as you brushed your hair.
âHello?â
âHey. I need to talk to you.â Bellaâs voice emitted from the speaker, sending a wave of shock through your body. She rarely called you.
âI need you to be honest with me.â Bella said firmly, her voice wavering as she spoke. She warmed her hands with a mug of hot chocolate.
âYeah, of course.â You already knew what was coming. You werenât the best at hiding your feelings, especially when your crushes girlfriend was excitedly retelling their dates.
âDo you like Edward?â
You didnât want to admit it. Speaking it out loud was more pathetic than keeping it hidden. It meant accepting that you want someone you canât have.
âDo I like him for you?â You put on a wide smile, one you forced to reach your eyes. âObviously. You guys are great together.â
Bella rolled her eyes, rightfully so, and placed her mug down on the table, ignoring the provided coaster. âThatâs not what I meant and you know that.â
Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head, placing your hands in your lap and fixing your posture. âI know. Iâm sorry.â You played with your coats sleeves, trying to work up the nerve to say it.
âWell?â She leaned in closer, an expecting look on her face. Her eyebrows were raised, clearly in annoyance.
âI donât.â
Bella took another large gulp of her drink, wincing slightly at the temperature. âSo Jessica was wrong.â
âYeah. She was.â
She chugged the last of her hot chocolate then stood up, her chair making an horrendous scratching sound in the process. She slung her messenger bag over her shoulder throwing a few dollar bills on the table to pay for her purchase.
You rushed to speak, knowing sheâd leave any second. âI want you to know that nothing happened last night.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Bella stopped in her tracks, turning around to face you.
Looking everywhere but her face, you managed to squeak out a response. âHeâ Wellâ I fell asleep when he was tutoring me. He stayed the night at my place.â
Her eyes widened, she blinked multiple times, in near disbelief of what she was hearing âSince when did he tutor you?!â
âWhat? He said you were okay with it.â
âWell, either he lied to you or youâre lying to me.â
You buried your face in your hands. You were tired of embarrassing yourself. You thought back on every time youâd asked Edward if Bella was okay with what the two of you were doing. Youâd assumedâvery wronglyâthat âsheâs with Jacobâ meant that she was okay with it. As in, âshe has guy friends, just like how I can have female friendsâ. You had never been more incorrect apparently.
âAdmit it. You want to have sex with my boyfriend.â
You curled up into your seat, the urge to plug your ears and pretend what was currently happening, well, wasnât, grew stronger by the second. âI donât...â
âI donât believe you.â She replied, staring down at you as it began to drizzle. She tilted forward, reaching for the umbrella attached to a pole going through the middle of the table. She placed her hand on the underside, opening the umbrella up and locking it. âBut you wanna know what sucks the most? I want to hate you more than I do.â Rain started soaking her clothes as you remained completely dry.
You couldnât agree more with her. You wanted to hate Bella more than anything in the world. But, she was kind and thoughtful and considerate towards others, and it was surprising you were still included in that group. Especially given the information she just found out. You wanted a reason to despise her. You wished she was a horrible person. Then you wouldnât feel like a loser for loving Edward. Maybe youâd even feel good about it.
She walked towards her beat up Chevy, pulling the hood on her jacket over her head. She clutched her bag tightly to her side, her steps turning into a light jog as the rain picked up.
It didnât take long for the constant chatter of passers-by to overwhelm your thoughts, sending you into a bit of a frenzy.
You felt like shit. You were a piece of shit. That was a messed up thing to do, lying to your friend like that.
Why did you do it?
You stood up, shoving your hands into your pockets as you walked away. You needed to get out of there. You needed to go somewhere quiet, and calming. Somewhere no one would find you. You needed to go to the meadow.
Summaryâ After a particularly tiring shift at your waitressing job, Leon has just the perfect solution to help you relax.
You pulled up in front of your apartment complex, putting your car in park as a groan left your lips. God, what the fuck was that shift? You thought, unbuckling your seatbelt just to lean forward, pressing your forehead against the steering wheel.
Reflecting back on the past eight hours youâve experienced only made you more tired. Tables tipping well below twenty percent, sleazy men with daughters your age demanding your number, passive aggressive girls thinking your hitting on their boyfriends. You needed a good detox.
Your head shifted slightly, landing on the horn button. It belted out a jarring noise, making your head shoot up and bringing you back to reality. Getting out and locking your car, you made your way up to your home, politely waving to some of your neighbours you recognised.
Stepping through your front door, you kicked off your shoes and flopped onto your sofa, burying your nose into the cushions. The scent of clean laundry filled your sinuses. You revelled in it, the light, airy smell being a nice change of pace from your hectic day.
A muffled thud emitted from the bedroom down the hall. Just a few seconds later the door opened and Leonâs voice, already gentle and understanding, was heard.
âLong day?â He asked, sitting down next to you as he combed his fingers through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp with his nail.
âDid you fall down when getting up?â You laughed softly, reclining your body on the couch. Leon carefully lifted up your head, placing it in his lap, his pyjama pants providing a comfortable surface for you to lie on. His fingers meticulously traced along your jawline, stopping once he got to your chin.
âNo. Shut up, youâre insane.â He chuckled, a hand coming down to massage the base of your neck.
âI think I actually might be after today.â You breathed out a heavy sigh, burrowing your nose into the gap between his legs.
âThat bad?â
âMmhmâŠâ You murmured, spacing out a little from Leonâs hand movements.
Leon was a very affectionate person, especially if he hadnât seen you in a whileâwhich to him seemed to be anything more than an hour. But moments like these were consistently your favourite. When you were exhausted, he would somehow always find a way to help you relax.
Heâd run you a nice, hot bath, filled with as many bubbles as you deemed necessary. Lavender-scented candles burning all around and a well-poured glass of red wine. Leon, on request, would come in. Heâd give you a quick kiss on the forehead before applying shampoo in your hair, thoroughly working it in, his fingers moving in small circles.
Tonight was initially no different, apart from the fact the candles were sandalwood instead. That changed when you grabbed Leonâs hand, just after he rinsed out the remaining conditioner on your ends.
âLeon?â You muttered, looking up at him, intentionally softening your eyes.
âYes, honey?â He replied, pecking you softly on the cheek. He wrapped you up in a robe, lifting your hand above your head and twirling you.
âOkay, I know that we just watched Mean Girls a few nights ago butâŠâ
Leon shook his head fondly, a warm smile on his face as he took the glass from your hand, setting it down to clean later. âDonât you ever get bored of it?â
âNo, actually.â He picked you up bridal style, his arms quickly finding a comfortable spot behind your knees and on your back. âIâm on a mission to be able to recite the entire movie from memory.â
âOh really?â He threw you onto the bed, earning a loud squeal from you. He joined not soon after, picking up the remote and turning on the TV facing the bed. âWell, Iâm on a mission to recite the entire movie from memory before you specifically.â
âFuck off.â You giggled, shoving his arm as he hit play, the familiar sound of the opening scene filled the room.
âIâll get you some green tea, yeah?â Leon left the room quietly. In the time he was gone, you changed into your favourite pair of silk pyjamas, ones that tended to cool you down during the summer. He returned not soon after, holding two mugs with tea bags and two plastic pouches tucked under his arm.
âThank youuu!â You drawled out dramatically, immediately taking a sip of the drink, wincing as it burned your tounge.
âWhat are these?â Leon asked as he put his mug on the bedside table, making sure to use the coaster after your many complaints of its lack of use. He showed you the two other items he was carrying.
âOhhh, those are face masks.â You replied, slightly out of breath from the intense amount of blowing you were doing to your green tea.
âWhy were they in the fridge?â He asked, chuckling softly.
âIt makes it like⊠more refreshing and stuff, yâknow?â
âHuhâŠâ He nodded along with your words, reading over the packaging in his hands.
ââŠDo you wanna use them?â
âYeah.â You laughed at his oddly fast reply, opening one of the packets and unfolding the sheet mask inside.
He hissed once the material touched his skin, his nose scrunching up. âWait, thatâs so cold.â
âThatâs kinda the point.â You flicked his forehead before smoothing it down over his cheeks, then made sure it got to the crevices on the side of his nose.
âUgh, I hate Janis in this scene, not gonna lie.â
You turned around, curious as to what he was referring to. You found Regina cutting up a picture of her and Cady, sticking it into the burn book.
âJanis isnât even in this scene. Waitâ you just skipped like ninety percent of the movie!â You snatched the remote from his hands, rewinding to Cadyâs first day at North Shore. âHow deplorable of you.â
Leon took the opportunity to steal a sip of your drink, ripping open the second face mask, discarding the plastic on the carpeted floor.
âI saw that,â you huffed. âYou have your own tea.â
âI put too much honey in mine.â He said with a wide grin on his face, delicately placing the sheet mask over yours. He planted a sweet kiss right behind your ear as an apology.
A/N: i've used a sheet mask literally like once in my life i don't really remember how they work sorry yinz
Summaryâ Leon Kennedy, the boy you tutor, is in desperate need of help with an assignment during the dead of night. You, nearly drained from writing an essay of your own, offer it.
Warningsâ smut, porn with little plot, dom!leon, sub!reader, leon is maybe sorta mean, biting, fingering, hair pulling, size kink kinda, spanking, pet names, orgasam denial, both of yall in college :p
You pushed your glasses up, making them sit flush against your face. As your eyes stayed glued to your laptop and your left hand typed continuously, your right reached onto the bedside table, reaching around for the mug of coffee slightly too hot to drink comfortably. Wincing as you picked it up, you brought it to your mouth, taking slow and cautious sips.
Youâd been tirelessly working on an essay. Since it was in a subject that already⊠wasnât your strong suit, plus with the addition that it was worth a large portion of your final grade, you wanted to get a head start on it.
The tightness in your neck was now getting unbearable. Youâd been at this for hours, constantly clicking away at your keyboard, double-checking your sources, making sure to cite them correctly as well as formatting your work as your professor wanted. Turning around to re-fluff your pillows for the umpteenth time, you sighed heavily. The action was beginning to feel more and more like a chore, all the while providing little to no actual change in comfort.
Nevertheless, you continued to push through, wanting to finish the assignment as quickly as possible.
Reaching over for the coffee again, your hand repeatedly searched the small wooden table for it. After a good minute of being unable to find it, you finally looked away from the computer. Not only did you find your mug off its coaster and on the far edge of the table, but also your digital alarm clock blaring bright white numbers into your eyes.
4:28
You groaned into your hands before running them through your hair. You had an early morning lecture that you planned to go to bed early for, but now it seemed youâd be pulling an all-nighter. If you tried to sleep now, you couldnât trust yourself to wake up from an alarm and not nap through it.
Cracking your knuckles and then finally sipping your coffee, you decided your best next course of action was to continue writing your essay. Which⊠would have to be placed on hold as your mug was now empty.Ugh.
Standing up, you laced your hands together and stretched your arms above your head, more joints cracking than just your knuckles this time. You sighed in relief, padding over to the kitchen to brew yourself another pot. You leaned over the counter, the coolness causing your muscles to relax further. You purposefully ignored the phone vibrating in your pocket, too immersed in your own world to care.
That quickly changed as the incessant buzzing continued. Notification after notification rolling in. Groaning in annoyance, you shoved your hand in your pocket, pulling out your phone. You were eager to see who was texting you at this time of nightâor morningâand it was none other than Leon Kennedy. The boy you were tutoring.
He was an interesting character to say the least. He didnât seem to care much about his grades, being more focused on partying and doing the things college is actually meant for. But he still paid, showed up for sessions on time, and actually followed the advice you gave, so you didnât mind at all. He was also hot. Extremely. So you supposed that helped.
Unlocking your phone, you opened your text chain with him.
> hey
> hey
> helloo
> hiiii
> asihjw
> cjkspw
> Omg what do you want
> why are you up rn lol
> Just tell me why youâre texting me
> i need help with history
> idk how to do this assignment
> its making my head hurt
> Iâll help you out later
> dont put off until tmr what you can do today
You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as you turned back to your coffee machine. Pouring the coffee that had finished brewing into your mug, you added some creamer. Though, you were too lazy to grab a spoon to stir it, so you ended up swirling it around. You checked your phone again as it continued to vibrate.
> whyâd you go offline :(
> Iâm making coffee
> come over
> ????
> No??
> WHAT sorry i meant so you can like help me
> i work better in person you know this
> pleaseee
You mulled over his request in your head, smelling your coffee and rubbing the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. You trusted Leon. Youâd been over to his place multiple times, heâd been over yours just as much, and he obviously wasnât going to shut up until he got his way. You rationalised the decision internally. You were certain you needed a break from that essay; otherwise your brain would surely melt and seep out of your ears. Then youâd definitely fail. But, at the same time, you also really didnât want to leave your apartment.
> If you come to mine then yeah
> Sure
> wait actually
> Yes thatâs why Iâm suggesting it
> Iâll be in my room just let yourself in
> thank you so much holy shit
> ill be there in like 10mins
Shutting your phone off, you retreated back to your bedroom. Softly closing the door, you flopped onto your mattress, re-fluffing your backrest made of pillows. You opened your laptop back up, telling yourself youâd work on the assignment just a smidge and that youâd stop once Leon arrived.
Your fingers seemed to move extra slow now, the anticipation of seeing Leon again causing your mind to blank out. You hated admitting that you did in fact have a crush on him. It was a stupid, meaningless one that you hoped would disappear the second you stopped tutoring him. You knew it was unlikely. Youâd probably end up just wanting him from afar, but a girl can dream.
Leon was right. It was only around ten minutes later when you heard the muffled sound of your front door being opened, a slight pauseâthat mustâve been him taking his shoes offâthe door closing, then finally followed by footsteps.
Without even fully realising it, you sat up straighter and fixed your hair, untucking it from behind your ears. It was only once you began combing your fingers through your hair, attempting to give it some more volume when you noticed. You quickly undid all your actions, not wanting to feed into your feelings.
Three soft knocks were heard at your bedroom door. He waited a few seconds before entering.
âLike what youâve done with the place.â
You tittered, tucking your knees under your chin. âItâs the exact same as last time you saw it. But thanks anyway.â
Leon hummed quietly, sitting on your bed next to you and placing his bag on the floor. He took out a few textbooks as well as his computer. âThanks for doing this, by the way. I didnât wake you up, did I?â
You quickly shook your head. âNo, I was already awake, donât worry. What history thing do you need help with?â
âItâs on the Cold War. I just⊠like, I know how I want to structure my essay. I just donât know how to put it into words, yâknow?â Leon raised his arms above his head, unintentionally flexing his biceps, the fabric on his sleeves going tight. His shirt rode up too, barely exposing his stomach and happy trail, only being cut off by his sweatpants. You nodded along absentmindedly, resisting the urge to reach over and fully lift up his shirt.
âJust⊠try explaining it. The best that you can.â
He groaned, sending your mind into a fit of incredibly lewd imagination. Images of him over top of you flashed before you, his thick arms caging you in on either side. Youâd bury your face into them, inhaling his natural scent. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.
âNo? You donât think thatâs a good idea?â Leon asked. He bit his lip, clearly concerned at his belief of your disapproval.
âHuh?â You gulped, eyes widening at the realisation youâd been completely tuning him out the entire time. âNoâ Itâs great! Your ideaâs great I love it.â
âYou... think I should write my essay on how Stalinâs the best leader the world has ever had?â He asked, a small smile across his face.
You froze up at that, clearing your throat and scratching the back of your neck, moving your legs to a criss-cross position. âWellâ maybe not thatâŠâ
âIâm just fucking with you,â he chuckled, fully reclining on your bed, resting on his side, âyou obviously werenât listening.â
You shoved his shoulder, pushing him so he was lying on his back. âScrew you. I need to use the bathroom.â Hurrying to stand up, you rushed out of the room, trying not to make it apparent how badly you wanted to leave. Turning the tap on to splash cold water on your face, you stared at your face in the mirror above the sink. You squinted, leaning closer towards it, trying to see any flaw you could quickly fix. Most of the stuff you found would need botox.
You leaned against the tile wall, trying to make it seem like you were actually using the bathroom instead of just⊠standing. You traced your finger along the grout lines, silently noting which spots were in more need of a cleaning.
Re-entering the room, you put on the face of a woman who wasnât horribly turned on by the man lazing in her bed. A man that was all but curled up in her sheets, scribbling away in a notebook with numerous messy arrows reordering words.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked gently, taking the spot to his right.
âDonât wanna look at a screen anymore.â He laughed half-heartedly, his head dropping down to the page. His blond hair spilled onto the paper, forming a halo-like shape. You wanted nothing more than to rake your fingers through, feeling each strand against your skin and the softness of it all. So you did. Slowly placing your hand atop his head, you gently comb your fingers through it. It felt like silk. You scratched his head, Leon tilting his head further toward your hand. âI think my retinas are burning.â He looked up at you, his blue eyes piercing yours.
âYeah, think mine are too. Iâve been working on an English essay all night.â You retorted, delicately pulling on his hair. He grabbed your wrist, faintly biting into it. Pulling your hand away, you playfully swatted his nose. âHey!â
Leon chuckled, âIâve been trying to work on this history essay all night. Sooo you wanna take a break?â He sat up, closing his books and sliding them back in his bag.
âI havenât even started to help you yet!â You giggled, diving for his backpack. He caught you before you could make it, grabbing your hips and placing you in between his legs, back towards him.
His hands were warm as they slowly travelled down from your hip, reaching your plush thighs and staying there. Leon kneaded them softly, applying only minimal pressure. âJust a short one, yeah?"
You nodded wordlessly, your mind going blank as he continued to touch you.
âThis okay?â Leon questioned, leading to you only nodding again. âHmm?â Leon mused, inching closer to you. He pressed his firm, warm chest into your back. Leaning down, he rested the side of his face on your shoulder. Sheets bunched up around your legs as you shifted nervously. He held them down with his hands. âI canât hear you.â He drawled out.
âYouâre such a dickâŠâ You muttered, smiling as you tried to scoot away from Leon, only to be met with one strong arm planting itself across your waist, securing you in place.
âStill canât hear you. Whyâd you get so quiet all of a sudden?â Leon asked, lifting his head from your shoulder. He sat up straighter, holding your jaw with his hand and gently pushing it upwards, making you look up at him.
âItâs because youâre hot. Itâs because youâre funny. Itâs because I want you to pin me down and fuck me till the only thing I can think about is you.â were all answers that crossed your mind. So, you said the only one that you could muster up enough courage to say.
âI donât know.â
His hand trailed down to your neck, wrapping around it and lightly squeezing. âReally? Well, I definitely know. Think you do too.â
âHow⊠how long is the break?â You asked timidly, bringing your hand up to his around your throat. Leon let go of it, interlocking his hand with yours instead.
âHow long do you want it to be?â
ââŠTen minutes?â
He laughed at that, bringing the wrist he bit to his mouth, peppering kisses all over it. âSure, if you think thatâs enough time.â
âWe both have a lot of work to doâŠâ you said, your voice low and hushed, âwe shouldnât spend too long doing other stuff.â
âWhat âother stuffâ are we gonna be doing?â
âWell,â you rummaged through your brain for the most PG thing you could come up with, âmy backâs a little sore.â
âYeah? You want me to help with that?â Leon spoke, dropping your wrist to bring his hands up to your shoulders, massaging them smoothly. You leaned into his touch, relishing in the swift, controlled manner he worked in. You moaned slightly as he touched a particularly tense area, practically melting into his arms.
âHow good does that feel?â His voice was amused as his hands fluttered across your back.
You couldnât form words, not when every one you were thinking of sounded a lot like ârailâ and âmeâ. You only whimpered in response, trying to urge him to continue without directly saying it.
âUse your words. If you donât, Iâll stop.â
You refused to listen to his request. You knew if you did, youâd sound so outrageously horny heâd only make fun of you. The only next logical course of action in your mind was to instead turn around and face him. Using your free hand to grip onto his shirt, you pulled him closer.
Your lips collided with his, slow and cautious at first, though it didnât take long for him to try and deepen the kiss. Using one hand, he gripped your waist and lifted you onto his lap, his other still holding onto yours, now rubbing small circles onto the back of your palm.
Your hand trailed down underneath his shirt, feeling his chest. It was warm. So warm. You quickly tried to pull it off, breaking the kiss to shove it over his head. Leon helped you, tossing his shirt somewhere in your room, then immediately returning back to your lips. You giggled at his urgency, the sound muffled by his mouth.
He subtly pinched your sides, drawing a gasp out of you. He took the opportunity to push his tongue past your teeth, his fingers drifting down as yours went up to grip tightly at his biceps. Leon slid his hand underneath your sleep shorts, flippantly rubbing your clit over your panties.
Whimpering into his mouth, your hand strayed upward, pulling at the hair growing from the base of his neck. In response, Leon grunted into your mouth before pulling off for air. Shoving your shorts off hastily, you kicked them off your ankles, moving to do the same with your underwear.
Leon stopped you, grabbing your hand and pulling it off your waistband. âKeep them on.â His voice was gruff. Looking down, you could see the outline of his bulge through his sweatpants.
He bent you over his lap, manhandling you into position. His hand came down to tease your entrance over the fabric, barely pushing his thumb in before pulling out. He repeated the action, doing it over and over again until a large wet spot collected on your panties. You buried your face into the sheet below you, hugging the blanket nearby.
âYou gonna talk soon?â He voiced, his rough palm reaching onto the small of your back, pushing down and causing you to arch it. He kept his hand there as his other rubbed the pads of his fingers over your clothed pussy. âCâmonâŠâ Leon whined, you could hear his grin. âI wanna hear you. Want to know Iâm making you feel good.â
You whimpered pathetically into the mattress, wiggling your hips in the air, hoping heâd get the hint to just fucking touch you.
His hand came down on your ass, harshly slapping it. He waited a few seconds to hear you say real words instead of just muffled moaning. But when that didnât happen, he spanked you again, right over your clit.
âAh! Fuckâ LeonâŠâ You moaned, his hand on your back keeping you in place as you kicked your legs.
âFinally. Holy shit.â He laughed, giving your ass a few more taps.
âLeonn⊠it hurts.â You mewled, unable to stop yourself smiling afterwards.
âTurns you on though. That much is obvious.â His ring and middle fingers collected some of your wetness running down the inside of your thighs. He removed his hand from your back, using it to grip onto the base of your hair, pulling it so you could meet his eyes. âSuck it, sweetheart.â Leon placed his fingers on your bottom lip.
You nodded dumbly, quickly inviting them into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, hollowing out your cheeks. Your eyes locked with his as you bobbed your head up and down, moaning gently against his warm digits.
He let go of your hair, not before giving it one last tug, and focused his attention back on your pussy. Leon pushed your panties to the side, tugging on them a little too hard, causing it to rip.
âSorry,â he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using your spit as lube, not that you really needed any, âthey were in the way.â
âYouâre the one who wanted them on...â You huffed, your brows furrowing together as he slowly slid in his middle finger, beginning to pump it in and out of your pussy.
âIâll buy you another pair.â Leon said, biting his lip as he looked down at you. His finger was long and thick, able to reach spots you normally couldnât. He brushed against the soft, spongy part inside of you repeatedly, causing your mouth to fall open.
Your walls clenched around him as he added a second finger, sucking it in eagerly. Your sobs got louder and louder the longer he continued. You backed your hips against his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers. It was embarrassing how quickly you could feel your climax approaching. In your defence, you hadnât been laid in a good while, and Leon was great with his hands.
With one arm, you reached back and felt his bulge, rubbing it breathlessly. You needed to feel that part of him. You needed his cock in your mouth, between your tits, thrusting into your pussy. You could feel how thick it was, even between the layers of clothing.
Leon grunted loudly, his hips bucking up slightly. You wanted to make him come, ideally, inside you. Even more ideally, he fucks it back into you. He repeatedly hit the same spot inside you, making your vision go watery with tears.
Just as you were about to reach the edge, Leon pulled out his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking off your pre come. He got out from under you, moving to sit on your left instead.
âHuhâŠ?â You gasped, sitting up to look at him. âWhyâd you stop? I was literally about toâ what?â
Leon wiped the excess off on his sweatpants, running a hand through your hair. âTen minutes is up. Breakâs over.â He smiled knowingly.
âItâs been way longer than ten minutes! Leon!â You whined, gripping onto his arm and tugging, though it wouldnât budge. You reached for the curtain behind the bed, peaking behind it to look out the window. âThe sun is literally rising, what the fuck are you talking about?â
âI timed it mentally.â He said shrugging, grabbing both your hands as you tried to push him off the bed. âWhy would I lie about this?â He laughed, taking both of your wrists with one hand and holding them in place.
âTo piss me off.â You back talked.
âYeah, probably.â
A/N: I do not write smut very often so I hope this is fine lolđđđ
i am BEGGING YOU đ to write more leon (especially RE2 leon my beloved) your writing is so epic and awesome sauce
id love to see like reader or leon has a bad day so they both go and paint their nails and put on face masks and watch silly rom-coms with no plot together ^w^
just like fluffy fun stuff yknow?
im working on some other stuff rn but once I'm done i will DEFINITELY do this literally cutest idea ever
Re2r!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
wc: 1.8k no proof read beware!!
Summaryâ js random thoughts I have on what it would be like to date my super duper cool and awesome boyfriend leon
Spots you at a random coffee shop. Youâre peacefully reading a book in the corner of the room. Be prepared for him to walk up to you and say a horrid pick-up line.
âYou like reading?â He asks, quickly running his fingers through his hair. You give a soft hum of affirmation. âMe too! IâI wasâ uhmâ reading a book on numbers⊠and I realised I didnât have yours. So could I, like, have it? Please?â
Cue you staring blankly at him. Cue him clearing his throat. Cue this somehow actually working. The dateâs Friday, not telling you which one.
You both decide on a simple dinner and a movie. Nothing crazy, at least from your perspective. Leon is freaking out. Calling up his friends that have more dating experience than him, asking them if his outfit's good, etc.
After being told he was dressing too formal, he neatly places his slacks back on the hanger, along with the tie, and goes with a pair of jeans.
He arrives first. Is silently worried that you're standing him up, has to remind himself he's also ten minutes early. He quietly wipes the condensation off the bottled water he was given, drawing miscellaneous shapes while eyeing every car that drives by.
Leon is stunned when you walk through the door. He immediately wishes he stuck with his original clothes as he now feels incredibly underdressed. He's wearing an outfit fit for the park, and you might be the most gorgeous girl he's ever seen.
"Hi!" Leon says, his voice slightly shaky. "You look great! Uhmâ I love your hair... and your dress."
"Thank you, Leon. You look great too." You say sweetly, glancing down at the bottle on the table. "You like sparkling water?"
"Huh?" He mutters, following your line of sight. "Oh! No, I hate it!" He laughs nervously, quickly erasing the smiley face he drew on it earlier. "The waiter asked if I wanted still or sparkling and he misheard me. Somehow."
You grab the bottle, checking it's seal, "You haven't opened it, we could just give it back. Do you want tap instead? You wouldn't have to pay for that." Your hand's already raised in the air.
"Iâ You don't have toâ It's fine really." His pleas fall on deaf ears as the waiter arrives. You give the bottle back without issue, requesting for two glasses of tap water instead.
The dinner goes well, much better than you expected. You were given the liberty of picking the movie to watch. So you, due to hearing many raving reviews, chose 'Seneca Guns'.
Leon was under the impression you'd pick a romance film, and was horrifically surprised when the character he assumed was the lead male love interest got his leg torn off in the first act.
He came out of the movie clutching your hand tightly. Used his other to wipe the sweat of his brow before you noticed(hopefully).
Would be the type of guy that once he finds out your favourite flower he will never stop buying it for you. Probably researches optimal conditions and reads care guides. Ends up knowing more about it than you do lmao.
He'd definitely pout a little when you ask him to stop buying them. You have literally ran out of vases and have barely any open space on tables and dressers.
"Are they not your favourite flower anymore?" Leon asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He rubbed the back of his neck, gazing around your apartment.
"No, Leon. I still love them." You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. "But I have way too many! I mean, maybe you could cut down to once a month...?"
His eyes bulged out of his head. "Once a month?! You've got to be kidding me." He rested his elbows on the table, bringing his hands up to his face and groaning.
Please give him a break you're his first real relationship.
He definitely practices dumb one liners in the mirror before using them on you. You have also definitely walked in on him doing this multiple time.
He wasn't around a lot of women growing up. And the ones he was surrounded by most likely didn't talk about periods bc why would that ever come up when talking to an orphan lol.
Due to this, everytime you bring it up he's probably a little uncomfortable. Not because he's grossed out by it or anything, he's just not very well versed on the topic and doesn't wanna embarrses himself by saying anything wrong.
Would never actually admit this to youâagain, he is embarrassed by his lack of knowledgeâso you, being oblivious, ask him to run out to the store and buy you some tampons.
The first thing he does is find a girl that works there asks her for advice. He's blushing and fiddling with his hands the entire time but he's a sweetheart so she give him genuinely good pointers, showing him the aisle they're located in quickly.
You two bake a lot together. Usually on impulse at three in the morning.
He reads the recipe once and tries to memorise it. Refuses to look at it again even if the both of you are completely unsure if it's 200 or 20 grams of sugar.
This is how you ended up with a brownie you could use as a frisbee.
You and Leon were crouched down in front of the oven, staring at the tin of brownies baking. Instead of the chocolatey brown they were supposed to be, the mixture was, somehow, a deep grey.
Leon bit his lip, squinting at the monstrosity brewing under the 340Âș heat. "You think it's still okay to eat?"
"Leon!" You scoffed as you lightly shoved his shoulder, your jaw open in disgust. "No way you still want that. I think we'll die if we even breathe in its fumes."
"Y'know that one photo of Squidward biting a Krabby Patty?"
"Oh, c'monâ"
"I'll literally take the smallest bite I promise! I just wanna try it!"
Once it's fully cooled off, he takes a bite and immediately runs to the bathroom to throw up.
For a while, you guys never officially confirm you're dating. You never asked to be his girlfriend and vice versa. So, after many a dates you automatically assumed you two were together.
Leon was the exact opposite. He didn't want to assume anything incase you didn't feel the same way, which led to the dumbest misunderstanding ever.
You and Leon were lounging on his sofa together, both your legs in his lap as he softly rubbed circles into your thighs. You had been retelling your day at work to him, gossiping about some coworkers who had been shitty.
You used your hands to emphasise your words, your voice slightly raspy from tiredness. "So anyway, I told him you were my boyfriend and then he started going on and on aboutâ"
"Wait, what?" Leon's hands stilled and you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him.
"What what?" You laughed, playfully kicking him in the ribs.
"I didn'tâ I... you're... So you're my girlfriend?" He asked genuinely, his grip on your thighs getting a little tighter.
"I... yeah? I thought this was clear? Do you not wanna be in a relationship with me or..." You began to slowly pull your legs off his lap, his hands quickly grabbed onto your knees. You squealed as he pulled you closer so that your legs were now hanging off the arm of the couch. He placed both of his legs on either side of your body and laid on top of you, wrapping his arms around your neck.
"No! No, that's not it. I just... I didn't want assume anything. Of course I wanna date you." He mumbled into your collarbone, planting kisses all across it before lightly biting your shoulder.
Leon's a cop! His job is to serve and protect, and that includes you, especially you. He takes it so seriously sometimes it seems a little silly. But please just go along with it for his peace of mind.
He always make sure he's standing on the side of the pavement closest to the road. His hand darts to the edges of tables when you bend under them. If you go the bathroom when at the bar he is watching your drink like a HAWK, hand covering the top of it too.
Will get so sincerely upset when you don't want him to drive you somewhere. Bro does not give a fuck about gas prices he just doesn't want you on the metro at seven at night. He'll join you on whatever five second trip to the store it is when you continuously ignore his pleas.
Doesn't know that anything other than three in one shampoo exists. Please don't tell him there's only so much he can take right now.
Would shadow box you just to annoying you. He thinks your reactions are funny lol.
If you watch 'chick flick' TV shows like Gossip Girls, Gilmore Girls, etc, he would get embarrassingly sucked into them. He does that dad thing where he just stand behind the couch instead of sitting down to watch.
Gets mad when you watch episodes without him, then proceeds to watch episodes without you as payback. Threatens to spoil upcoming drama the entire time just to piss you off.
Also doesn't know the difference between geese and ducks. He thinks they're the same animal. Again, please don't tell him that would be too much for him to handle
If you cuddle a stuffed animal at night he would never admit he does get a little jealous. Stares daggers at it when you're not looking. May or may not beat it up a little when your out of the house. You walk in on it once and fully force him to apologise.
You had just come home from work, your neck sore, legs tired. What you needed was a nice hot shower and a good nap. You threw your keys onto the coffee table, kicked your shoes off and padded off into your bedroom.
You paused before the door, looking at the gap between it and the carpet. The light was on. Leon must be inside. Your eyebrows knitted together, and you slowly grasped the handle, carefully pushing it open and peering inside.
Leon was in there. For sure. He was sitting atop your bed, hands repeatedly hitting a large teddy bear that you owned, though not hard enough to actually cause any damage.
"Leon!" You huffed, fully opening the door now. In surprise, he fell off the bed, landing in the space between the bed and the wall. He brought the bear with him.
"Hey, you're home!" His head popped out from behind your mattress, his hair tousled and in disarray and a faint blush on his cheeks. He tossed the bear back with the rest of the pillows.
"What on earth were you doing?" You shut the door behind you, placing both your hands on your hips.
"Listen, I know how this looks," Leon chuckled, climbing back onto your bed and sitting, "but you would not believe the things he says when you're gone."
A/Nâ i actually need to piss so bad rn sorry tmi ig
Summaryâ You yearn for Edward Cullen to be yours, though you know he never will be.
You watched from across the cafeteria, slowly sipping on your flat soda, eyes still stuck to them. He carefully brushed the hair out of her face, leaning down to give her a peck on the tip of her nose. She smiled coyly, moving to rest her head on his shoulder, an arm wrapping around his.
âGod. Theyâre just glued together, arenât they?â Jessica Stanley scoffed as she spoke, a small scowl on her face. She played around with the cherry Twizzler in her hand, pulling it apart just to shove it back inside the plastic packaging.
âI guess.â You sighed, swirling your soda in its can.
âI mean, didnât she say âI think he hates meâ like⊠what? A month ago?â She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her body away from them.
âYep.â
âAnd now theyâre inseparable. âHe hates meâ my assâŠâ Jessica mumbled under her breath, her eyebrows furrowed.
âTotally.â You replied monotonously, still eyeing them carefully. Edward opened Bellaâs lemonade for her, then brought the rim up to her mouth, his eyes clearly showing how enamoured he was with her.
âLike ugh did you just see that?!â Jessica continued her tirade, unable to stop herself from gossiping, evidently so. âGet a room holy shit.â
Bella wasnât a villain. You knew that, though it took a lot of convincing yourself to accept it. She didnât know youâve had a crush on Edward since freshman year when he first joined. She didnât know sheâd meet a boy so jaw droppingly handsome at Forks, Washington of all places. And she didnât know theyâd ever begin dating.
It was annoyingâextremely annoyingâhow quickly Edward became infatuated with her. Youâd been there since the beginning and he had yet to pay you any mind.
The first time you met Edward youâd bumped into him. You had dropped most of your books in the process, many of which landed on his feet. Maybe that was why he never wanted to go out with you. First impressions matter, donât they? He helped you pick them up, carefully placing them back in your hands, your skin never making contact with his. You thanked him profusely, dumbfounded how youâd never noticed him before.
His bronze hair perfectly framed his face, it seemed to shimmer under the fluorescent lights. His eyes were so golden, and so so easy to get lost in. His jaw was wonderfully defined, it cast a harsh shadow on the side of his neck.
âItâs no problemâŠâ He muttered, leaving before you could ever introduce yourself.
The more and more you reflected back on this interaction, you were finding it harder and harder to believe Edward thought you were anything other than disgusting. He had gone out of his way to avoid touching your skin. He left before you said your name. He was probably creeped out by you so openly gawking at him!
Now, you were no homewrecker. You would never try and intervene in their relationship to try and get the slightest chance with Edwardâdidnât seem like you even had one when he was single. But, it still hurt to see them dote on each other so openly, so lovingly. You imagined yourself in Bellaâs position. Edwardâs warm arm wrapped around your waist as he walked you to class. His soft, gentle kisses would surely heal all your insecurities.
After seeing him for the first time, you began noticing him everywhere. Walking between classes, across the parking lot, conversing with his horde of siblings. You swore you even saw a glimpse of him when you were strolling through the woods. Needless to say, he had fully taken over your waking thoughts.
âCanât wait until the honeymoon phase ends and they absolutely despise each other, then we can finally get a break from the PDA.â Jessicaâs half-joking comment broke your train of thought. She picked up one of the Twizzlers she tore apart and ripped it with her teeth.
Edward glanced over at Jessica, then whispered something to Bella where she giggled in response.
You huffed out a sigh. He didnât look at you. âI hope theyâre happy.â You said softly, picking at your nail beds.
âOh my God, I mean me too. I was totally kidding. But Bella barely even talks to us anymore, yâknow?â She quickly corrected herself.
âI get it.â You nodded your head, stealing a Twizzler from Jessica and giving her a small smile. âWish she still sat with us during break at least.â
The more Jessica talked the more it sounded like background noise you could filter out. You hated feeling sorry for yourself, but your favourite scenario to daydream about was embarrassingly pathetic.
There was this gladeâor clearing, or maybe meadow would be the correct termâyouâd found one day, in the many treks you took throughout the woods behind your house. It was beautiful, especially during spring. The trees created a near perfect circle and you could hear the distant sound of water rushing. It was a place you often visited to clear your mind and calm yourself down. Bees often flew about, pollinating the hundreds of flowers that grew there. It was quite a journey to get there, but the serenity of the place was all worth it.
In your dreams, youâre there with Edward. The two of you lying atop the soft grass. He slowly picks a flower from the ground and tucks it behind your ear, planting a kiss on your temple. Sometimes you sit between his legs, pressed against his chest as he adorns you with a necklace.
What grossed you out most was that it wasnât even sexual. Most fantasies are, right? Itâs somehow lamer wishing for romantic connection, more pitiable and less âcreepâ.
The bell rang, break was over now. Many stood up, slinging their bags over their shoulders and walking to their next class, though Edward and Bella hadnât moved yet. They were still fully immersed in the clearly riveting conversation they were having and too focused on each other to notice the world around them. Some weird part of your mind refused to leave before they did.
âIâll see you in history, okay?â Jessica said, haphazardly folding the plastic Twizzler packaging to try and seal it, then plopping it inside her bag. You only nodded in response, grabbing your backpack off the floor and placing it on your lap.
It took one of Edwardâs siblings, Alice, her name was, to bump his shoulder. It broke whatever spell him and Bella were under, finally getting them both to collect their things.
You hated wishing another girlâs boyfriend was yours. But unfortunately, it was so nice imagining.
A/Nâ literally queefed this out idk what else to say shrugg
it would've been 100% funnier if Edward's approach to getting Bella to appreciate her humanity was less begging her to not be a vampire and more....forcing himself to hang out with her human friends so she has a normal teenage experience lmao
could you imagine Edward Cullen at like...a high school football game?
getting dragged to an amusement park on senior ditch day
at some party and he has to pretend to be drunk to fit in with all the others
Mike, Eric, Tyler and Ben all start insisting on calling him Eddie
he goes on shopping trips with the girls because he's the only one with a running car that also has trunk space for their bags
he starts using his mind reading powers for The Gossip(tm) and Jessica is absolutely obsessed...finally someone with decent intell
God at some party everyone's lowkey high and they start playing truth or dare and Edward's using his powers to choose the least embarrassing option but Bella catches on and Edward Trusts Her so she picks him and he's expecting something tame like...truth what's your favorite color, dare kiss me or something lol but Bella looks him in the eyes and with no mercy dares him to strip tease while rapping an Eminem song. Mike films it. Edward didn't talk to her at all the next day lmao
they all go see a horror movie together and to Bella's absolute delight 1) it turns out to be a vampire movie and 2) Edward falls for every single jump scare
The Guys(tm) invite Edward to some weird bro bonding sleep over and Edward's expecting to be bored out of his mind without Bella but 3 redbulls, 2 video games and one ouija board session later they're all crying about their deepest fears to each other. Edward's telling them he's scared that if Bella marries him it will doom her eternal soul to hell but he can't live without her and they're like 'Eddie dude that's so specific calm down' 'have you considered therapy man??' 'bro you guys are 17'
Edward and Bella get roped into helping out with the senior prank and it goes t e r r i b l y. First time in half a century one of the Cullens have gotten suspended from school lmao
he sneaks Angela's little brothers candy every time they hang out at her house
Jessica begs him to tell her what Rosalie's skincare routine is but the vampire's don't even really have to shower they can just wipe stuff off and be good to go and he knows Nothing about skincare so he panics and tells her something absolutely batshit that nearly ruins her skin and Bella and Esme make him treat Jess to a spa day as an apology and Rose searches up everything on human skincare and buys some stuff for her
GOD can you imagine how helpful it would of been during eclipse to have completely non-objective friends chime in on the love triangle bullshit...Edward can vent about it without mentioning the vampire's and werewolves and they can tell him he's being dumb because she's clearly head over heels for him and is just friends with Jake
He's like 'but what if she stops loving me,,,' and they're like 'dude she's literally wedding planning with your sister and mom right now please shut the fuck up'
one day they plan a beach trip to somewhere other than La Push and it's cloudy enough that Edward should be fine if he keeps a shirt on and from then on the group has a mission: See Edward Shirtless. they go to LENGTHS. switching into his gym class. spilling things on him. begging Bella to take pictures for them. Good Christian Edward(tm) is scandalized but Bella thinks it's hilarious and keeps telling them he had crazy tattoos
Edward trying to fake pop culture knowledge to fit in but it's not working so he actually has to start paying attention to shit from the current decade and now he won't stop ranting to Bella about Harry Potter and he's very invested in Britney Spears' mental health
Edward trying to decode text talk and everyone makes fun of him bc he texts like a grandpa
Edward after one joint is on a full rant about how America should have handled the Spanish Influenza- like he has a detailed list of complaints and ideas- and everyone is like 'Bella I know he's rich but he's such a nerd Are You Sure you love him' skdjjdmd
anyway. let the old man act like a teenager for once. as a treat.
