lonely hearts;

there's ghosts in your lungs and ship wrecks in your fragile little heart. kid, you're the definition of broken. yet here you sit, with your mangled pieces, slowly crawling back to your feet.

[awbuckyno]

[phantomstrings]

enzo.

            he’s a sucker for women with skills he does not possess,   & a sucker for women with dark hair,  and a sucker for women with blue eyes — but mostly, he’s a sucker for her. leaning in close, he lets his arms wrap around her waist, chin coming to rest on her shoulder despite the height difference between them — a hand trails down the length of her side as he leans in even closer, allowing his mouth to press a soft kiss against her neck. ‘ don’t let me interrupt you, love, ’ he drawls against the soft of her throat. ‘ just testing a THEORY. ’ that theory, of course, was based on a quip she’d made about having self control superior to his. and well, he’d just SEE about that. 

      if he thinks he’s smooth------he’s wrong. at least, at this present moment. she’s perfectly aware of the distraction he’s attempting to throw at her, all packaged neatly in an enzo like manner. it doesn’t stop her from leaning against him though as she works away. but it’s when his lips greet the soft skin at her neck that hes significantly more difficult to ignore. twisting in his arms she turns to face him finally, having plucked a feather off the table in her movement. now looking at him she leans against the counter behind her, chin tilted up as baby blue hues narrow. “ what do you think you’re doing? ” she asks, fluffing the feather at his nose, a hint of a smirk on her lips. 

[claudia-cher]

[phantomstrings]

claudia-cher:

Rosalie Hale in Eclipse (2010)

[twilight-af-deactivated20220701]

[phantomstrings]

twilight-af:

The color of my blood is all I see as you walk away from me

[men-men-everywhere]

[phantomstrings]

sister.

        ‘ with people, or with WOOL-HAIRED WHINER in there? ’ she’s just saying. the guy had more hair than a golden retriever,  which well… could he even be classified as people at all? really was besides the point, but whatever. if she’s being honest, she’s just a little bit BITTER that she wasn’t the one that got to put the fear of god in him. yeah, yeah, that’s so in logan’s wheelhouse, but she was tired of being the FEMME FATALE. it was boring. and far too easy. she wanted to be the super hero. ( LIKE LOGAN. )  ‘ where’s airi? i know how HOT AND BOTHERED she gets over watching you beating people half to death. ’  & really, who was she to talk? she might not have quite the reaction airiana did, but …. she was definitely in AWE. 

       he opens his mouth to respond to her but a breath of a laugh escapes him instead, a small smile beginning to pull at his lips. why did everyone get a kick out of this? he’s rolling his eyes and shaking his head at her before reaching out to slip an arm around her shoulders and pull her in for a hug. he presses a kiss to the top of her head.          “ --------airi is probably thinking up new ways to annoy damon with your boyfriend. ” he replies, somehow able to keep the distaste out of his mouth as it threatens to lace the last word that left his lips. he does it for kara’s sake and her sake only. to be frank he’s learned he has far more toleration than he’d ever imagined. 

[steverorgers-archive]

[phantomstrings]

steverorgers:

The Black Widow is a legend. And legends always die hard.

[phantomstrings]

ourpyrrhicvictory:

-stares at @loveisaviolence and @phantomstrings like im in the office- 

…dONT YOU FUCKING START

*cue loud maniacal laughter in the background* 

[phantomstrings]

alice.

             alice loves rosalie, has since the moment she first saw her ( the heart in her chest had so much LOVE locked within its chambers, & she did not guard it; it was theirs for the taking, and the new world she’s been born into has been kinder to it than the last one. that, and the fact that as OVERFLOWING as it was, it was still made of stone, and her affection at times came across in terrifying degrees. )  & more than that, she loves fawning over her. with a squeal that rings as true as it ever did, bereft of even a decade’s worth of tiredness, she skips towards rose, letting her arms wrap around her. ‘ emmett stole you away for a long time, ’ she accuses with a pout, although a very large part of her was sure it’d likely been the other way around.  ‘ you missed bella’s eighteenth and a half birthday party! i managed to tone it done some from last time, but i found this extravagant website that — ’ and cue some more excited babble, never faltering in consistency — ‘ anyways, how was your getaway with emmett? ’ ( @phantomstrings. )

         there are few things in this world that rosalie holds close to her heart and alice aside------her hugs are one of them. she cannot feel emotions like jasper can but she can feel alice wherever she goes. she’s the light in the room, bringing about a warmth that rosalie can truthfully admit that she needs. her arms wrap tightly around her sister, a smile settling upon her darkly painted lips and she pulls away just enough to look at her. carmel colored hues gently roll at the mention of bella’s party.          “ oh i’m sure it was just fine without us. ” she replies, supressing the mild clench that threatens to take hold of her jaw at the reminder of the last party they’d endured with the likes of that human. rose can’t entirely say she hates bella, but the girl has brought blatant issues into her families life, she can’t ignore that no matter how hard she tries.           “ it was good, i think we both needed it. by the looks of it things still appear to be in tact? ”

[phantomstrings]

emmett.

             a shrug is the initial response because he’s never claimed to be SKILLED in following through with his worries. “i figure, go big or go home, right? if we’re gonna leave them alone, might as well get the MOST out of it.” a pointed look accompanies the coil of his arm around her waist, and it’s almost a challenge. in retrospect, he had to be proud of how well she’d been handling the entire predicament, far better than he’d expected to start. she deserves some sort of reward.             “and i mean, seattle hotels or - pacific cruise ships work well too, but that’s just a suggestion.” his grin widens, eyes gleaming with a telltale mischief that most would find alarming. although he maintains his composure, there is in fact a giddy excitement festering in his stomach, one long overdue. “i knew you’d like the idea. i guess the question is whether or not we tell someone… i vote ‘no’.”

             here, like this, with him------she’s nearly forgotten all about the mess that edward has put them in. his words do nothing to waver the smile she holds, if anything they cause it to grow a little wider. her fingers absently toy with the hair at the nape of his neck and she pulls her hand from his only to place it on the side of his face.           “ i suppose they’d eventually get the hint as to where we’ve run off to. ” she muses before tilting her chin forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.  she lingers there momentarily only pulling away just enough to speak. “ so we just leave now, then? ” 

[phantomstrings]

emmett.

           in silence, he weighs the pros and the cons of leaving their family alone to fend for themselves today. he maintains the smile, rebellious and anxious, but there is a hint of concern behind his eyes. in truth, he could forgive jasper for eating the human if it came to it, but he wouldn’t be all too keen to leave their home again…            then he realizes this isn’t his problem. “i’m gonna hold you to that, meaning YOU-” her hand falls away just as his own darts out, seizing the offending appendage. “owe me a dance.” yes, he worries too much, and not one of them have trouble assuring him of it, but he has his reasons. there was a time when he cared for nothing at all.            “which reminds me, i was thinking maybe we could find a nice cave in the mountains to camp out in for awhile. we need some ‘alone time’.” he has faith they can destroy a mountain.

        she gives him time to think it over, having faith in the inevitable conclusion that he’d agree with her. as he takes her hand, she halts and swiftly removes the distance between them, draping her arm around his neck, holding her own body flush against his. touch is a rare thing she permits for anyone but emmett’s is always welcome. ( to such an extent it in itself is a feeling of home she cannot obtain otherwise. ) at his words her smile grows.             “ ----oh? and is that all? ” she murmurs at him, eyes settling upon his. “ you’re worried about leaving them alone for a few hours but want to take several days to keep me all to yourself? ” she muses, brows lifting. rosalie takes a moment to mock ponder on the thought before sighing. “ i suppose there would be no harm in that. ” except of course to the cave.

[phantomstrings]

emmett.

         his focus is condensed to the small space between his hands, the cautious strategy of his fingers occupying minimal space. it’s a mess of wires and metal beneath the hood, a material aspect of the human condition. he feels her presence long before she speaks, perhaps before she’d decided to descend upon him at all. “yeah. we should.” lips twitch although his retraction is delayed, only following a brief spark and the sound of applause from the engine. straightening, he grows several feet taller before he turns to her. “are you SURE this place can survive without us for a few hours?”

         she observes him, head tilted a fraction of an inch to the side before he finally turns to face her. a delicate brow arches among her features and the edges of rosalie’s red lips tug into a mild smirk.          “ perhaps not but we at least know the people inside will. if we make it back in time we might just be able to dance on the ashes. besides... ” she trails off as she slowly moves around him, placing a hand on his broad chest.            “ -------wouldn’t be the first house we’ve destroyed. ” she adds lowly, letting her touch fall away as she slips around him. she’s tired of stressing about the drama edward and his little human had introduced into their lives. for once she wanted to go back to focusing on just her and emmett. surly it was a desire no one could sue her for. 

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[phantomstrings]

written for @ourpyrrhicvictory. 

           her stature is ridged, limbs every bit as cold as she looks and her features appear to be etched in stone as her jaw sets. though she needn’t breathe, the rise and fall of her chest is the only thing gentle about her. “ we should go hunting soon. ” she finally announces, darkened eyes falling to emmett, with a softness she reserves for so very few. 

[phantomstrings]

cranky.

              ❝ this is m’forth cup of coffee, start drinkin’. we got shit t’do. ❞

     “ have you eaten yet, because you get cranky when you haven’t eaten. ”

[phantomstrings]

written for @hellspuppet. 

          “ okay-----no talky before coffee. ”  

[caryfry]