parings: elijah hewson x fem!reader featuring smau near the end!! summary: little blurb for elijah's birthday today!!
happy birthday guggi q xoxo
"eli!" you hiss from the doorway, the homemade cake you baked just this morning slipping through your sweaty hands.
he's fast asleep, his lips parted slightly and his elbow tucked under his head. you sigh, moving towards his side of the bed. the cake is unexpectedly heavy. "baby, wake up," you whisper with a tiny giggle, darting your bare foot out to nudge him.
his body flips to the other side of the bed and he pulls the covers up further. you burst out into laughter. "eliiiii" you whine, crawling into bed next to him, scooting closer while trying to balance the cake in your hands.
the pink gooey icing smells delicious, and you so badly need him to wake up so you can take a bite yourself. you place the lighter on the nightstand next to you along with the cake, curling up next to him.
"good morning, baby" you whisper softly in his ear, lining his body with yours as you snuggle closer to his back.
"mmmorning," he slurs, still fast asleep. you giggle, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "do you know what day it is?"
"monday?" he says with a yawn and pulls his hoodie over his head. you have to chuckle again. "yeah, and also...."
"dunno," he exhales and snuggles into his pillow again.
"you knowwww" you kiss his cheek again.
"ohhhh," he says while rubbing his tired eyes. "does lola have an appointment today?"
your expression drops. he was thinking about your dog going to the vet. how cute, but no. "no, lola doesn't have an appointment." you shake your head.
"it's your birthday, honey." you say with a giggle, your lips curling into a grin. his face freezes. "oh yea" he yawns again and this time sits up in bed.
"is that why it smells like strawberries?" he smiles and pulls you closer to him by your waist. you nod and bite your lip. "my homemade icing."
"well, let's see it." he pats your thigh. you lean over and balance the cake between your fingers, setting it on his lap. next comes the lighter. you flick it until it catches flame, lighting it onto a few blue and yellow candles.
after you light the candles, you sing happy birthday to him with peppered kisses all over his face, a tired smile he tries to wipe off but it's impossible to. "thank you, love." he kisses your cheek at last.
"of course. now lemme get your gift." you move off his lap, but he holds you still in his grip. "i told you no gifts this year," he shakes his head.
"i know but i had to. you're everything to me, so you deserve the world." you say soflty, your hands curling in his hair.
"alright," he whispers with a smile.
you return to your bedroom a few minutes later, a wrapped gift in your hands. "the fuck is that?" he squeals, knowing exactly what it is.
"i know you've been wanting these," you sing, moving back onto the bed.
"you didn't have to, those are expensive." he shakes his head, taking the box from you. it's a shoe box. and he's more than excited to open it.
he unwraps the blue paper, revealing a beautiful brown, leather pair of cowboy boots. "they're gorgeous." he gasps. "what am i gonna do with you?" he shakes his head.
you giggle, letting him run his fingers over the fringe. "i know you said you wanted them for when you visit texas this year on tour...so," you tilt your head and watch his smile deepen.
"i love it. thank you." he kisses you again, this time longer, making sure you know how grateful he is.
"okay, now let's try this cake." you cut him a slice, letting him make satisfied noises and chew quicker than anything else he's ever put in his mouth. "this is wonderful, baby." he says through muffled icing.
you dip your finger into the top of the cake, licking it off your finger pad. "mmmm" you sigh, not remembering the last time you baked a cake. he missed your baking.
"lemme get a picture of you, babe." you grab your phone and snap a cute picture of him, a big smile on your face behind the camera.
"uh oh," he chuckles. you smack his shoulder playfully. "im documenting these important moments."
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maybe a bit of a specific request lol but can i please request eli & reader is an influencer & neurodivergent & she goes to an event without him but gets overstimulated because there’s a bunch of people & her dress is bugging her etc & he comes to get her and takes her home n makes sure it’s quiet and shit for her ??? idk maybe i haven’t worded this very great HAHAH xx
HII i love this request SOO MUCH tysm and i hope i did it justice!!! u made perfect sense dont worry
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elijah hewson x reader
warnings: a whole lotta fluff
summary: in ask!
You would never, in a million years have expected to be standing here. When you started posting on instagram and tiktok, you didn't think it would lead to this. You were surrounded by the most beautiful girls, with beautiful outfits, in a beautiful location.
You were one of them. In a black dress, with lace detailing the arms and bottom.
You typically didn't mind lace, but with it skin tight on your arms, it felt horrific to even move. It felt like you squeezed yourself into a condom, just an extra small lace one. The DJ who played nothing but shite wasn’t helping, in fact it caused people to shout just to be heard. It felt like your brain was in a frying pan, making you more and more agitated. You wanted to run as far away as possible from everything.
"But, honestly, I just don't think it's good enough," Jade was saying as you attempted to listen back in. It was futile though, over the noise of everyone else. She was the only girl you knew here, the rest felt like they were already in their own little packs. "You okay?" She asked, concern painting her eyes.
"It's just... a lot," You said, voice quiet. She looked around in time with you.
"Yeah. Do you want me to stop talking or... is there anything I can do for you?" She asked. She was always so helpful, but you couldn't think of anything except going home that would help.
"I think I just need some fresh air," You decided after a moment of fake thought. You didn’t want to seem quick to leave and insult her, but your brain was being frayed by everything happening. She nodded, careful not to touch you in fear of overwhelming you more.
As you navigated through the event, you were only getting worse. You couldn’t even hear yourself think with how loud everything was. The lace that clung along the bottom of your dress rubbed against your thighs in the worst way. If you could, you would stop and rip it all off. Not to mention, your shoes had started causing pain in your feet. You were moving terribly awkwardly and slowly, trying to cause yourself the least amount of pain as possible.
You found some stairs to sit on outside the venue and tried center yourself, to calm down. Still, nothing worked. You wanted to be home. You immediately thought of Eli. He would immediately understand, and often, better than yourself.
The noise of the phone ringing against your ear made you cringe and only want to dive into a hole, to be left alone. But, you knew he was your only savior.
“Hello?” He asked, finally picking up.
“Can you get me?” You asked, voice wavering.
“Of course,” He said, trying to hide the nerves that immediately bubbled up inside of him. “Are you still at that place I dropped you off at?”
“Yeah,” Your response was quiet, barely louder than a whisper.
His voice had already helped slightly, but your stress levels were in the atmosphere. It didn’t make as much as a dent in the greater scheme of emotions whirling around inside you like a tornado. Throwing a wrench at it like it wasn’t capable of mass destruction.
You closed your eyes and attempted to will away all the bad emotions before the sound of a car startled you out of it.
The singer was throwing himself at you before you could even speak. He went to wrap his arm around you but stopped when he noticed your face.
He knew that look. He knew it well. There were times things were just too much for you, and this was clearly one of them.
He forced his hands back by his side, “You wanna go home?"
You nodded and stood up. As much as he wanted to wrap an arm around you, keep you safe in his hold, he knew it was better to let you initiate that when you felt like this.
Like the gentleman he was, he opened the car door for you. Once he got in the car, he didn't turn on the radio, shockingly. He knew you wanted as little input as possible, like a song. He needed to strip back the layers of what had been recorded, to the bare bones of the song. He needed to let you be you.
You focused on your breathing, the quiet of the car making it easier for you. Eli’s here, you told yourself. You didn’t have to be on edge or fearful, yet still, the hum of the road couldn’t let you do that. It felt like the reminder of a test tomorrow, a dread that loomed no matter what you did. You needed silence.
Once you stepped into the house, you made a dart for the first thing you could sit on. You ripped off your heels in record time, cursing the strap that was on them. You questioned your earlier choices. Without asking, Eli made the move to take off your dress, unzipping it for you.
You were choking on the words you wanted to say, you wanted to say too much and could only understand so little of what was even going through your brain. Thankfully, Eli’s face was telling you he understood everything you wanted to say.
He nodded. "I'm gonna, uh... Go upstairs and grab some clothes for you, is that okay?" He asked.
You just nodded back. You owed him so much after this, you thought. But, to him, it was just a regular day. He did this not to gain something, but because he loved you. And loved being around you. Any moment that was offered to be spent with you, he took.
While he grabbed the items, you made the move to free yourself from the dress. Finally. It felt so good, like you were a butterfly who finally broke out of her cocoon. But instead of spreading your wings and flying, you were curling up away from the outside world.
You stood there in your underwear, the condom-esque dress laid in a black blob in front of you. You waited. Like your salvation, Eli descended the stairs with clothes in one hand and your weighted blanket in another. You dressed yourself and the softness of them was such a relief from what had been assaulting your skin before.
"I brought you this, if you'd like," He said, gesturing toward the blanket. You just nodded, tired from all the emotions.
You laid on the couch with it over you. Eli had his arms wrapped around you. The typically chatty boy had his mouth shut. He was so grateful to have you, and for you to let him in on such a vulnerable moment. As much as he wanted to ask if you were okay, he knew you wanted silence. It left him knowing to only speak when necessary.
There was the sound of breathing, but it was muffled by Eli holding your head against his chest. He kept one hand on the ear that wasn't being muffled by his sweater, silencing everything for you. His body was turned into your own personal pair of noise cancelling headphones and you could never convey how much it meant to you.
Your eyes got heavier and heavier. Like waves crashing onto your body, you were getting knocked down by sleep. In the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms, you felt safe enough to be able to let go.
a/n: i hope i did this justice as ik neurodivergency and what can trigger overstimulation differs so much depending on ppl! tysm for the request AND happy bday to eli!!!
summary: dreading the time it takes to wash his hair, you volunteer to help
warnings: nudity (implied), teeny tiny mention of toxic masculinity
Josh's head was tilted back toward the shower head. Weekly, he was reminded of the downside of cutting his dreads- washing and wearing his natural hair took quite a bit more work. But, this time was going to be easier, as you asked to help him out.
"You don't have to," Josh said.
"I want to," You responded, "It's not an issue."
He nodded. He didn't want to acquiesce your proposal, there was something deep inside him that told him not to. Maybe that was just how he was raised. He wasn't one to let people help him, but he supposed he should for you.
So that's why he's standing here, getting his hair drenched. "Can you like... crouch down?" You asked.
"Just sit on the ledge," He said, once you followed he sat down inbetween your legs.
"Is this the shampoo I should be using?" You asked, showing it off. He nodded.
With a squirt of it into your hands, you started to scrub it into his hair. His eyes shut and he leaned back into your body. Drop by drop, stress left his body. His shoulders relaxed and he hooked his arms over your legs. For several moments, he wasn't sure whether the warm sensation in his chest was from the water hitting it or your hands in his hair.
"You need to detangle it," He mumbled, too lost in the pleasure of a rare moment of relaxation.
"Is there a brush somewhere for that?" You asked. He pointed to the caddy. Some awkward shuffling around later, you had the brush in your hand and were prepared to start detangling.
"Not like that!" Josh immediately said as you started. His body tensed back up and he was back to square one. "Brush outward, like up. Not like how you brush your hair," He explained, trying to relax again.
Softly, you spoke, "Im sorry." You left a kiss on his cheek as you followed the instructions. It felt like such an intimate moment, much more vulnerable than anything done before. He slumped back into you, creating a positive feedback loop. You kept brushing his hair, he kept falling deeper and deeper into some sort of sixth dimension. "Don't worry about it," He mumbled, only realizing he should respond after more than a few minutes.
You noted how long his hair was every time you brushed it up, his shrinkage causing it to remain close to the root. Once you were done, you tapped his shoulder to let him know to wash it out.
His hands routinely found their spot on his head, scrubbing out all the soap and making him miss your hands that were right in front of him.
"I can't remember the last time someone did this for me," He said as he sat back down. You ran the conditioner through his curls, which had been loosened from the water and shampoo.
"Really?" You were met with a hum.
"Not since I was, like, a baby."
You nodded. His hair was so soft, like a fine silk. It worked against your fingers, you brushed straight through it and it snapped back to a curl. "Did it take you this long when you had dreads?" You asked.
He responded with a shrug. "It took like... twice the time to dry. Didn't have to detangle it though. I mean, I would have to get like retwists, but…” His voice drifted off as he let you continue. There wasn’t a time that he could remember being treated as nicely as you were treating him. There was love and affection in your fingertips. All of his barbers just wanted to get it over with. With a tap to his back, he stood up and washed it out. Despite no change in the routine, his hair felt softer.
It was interesting seeing Josh’s hair like this. His curls were loosened by the water and the method of detangling he had you use. It hung down by his ears and over his forehead.
You both stepped out the shower and wrapped towels around you. When you moved in together, you splurged on some fancy towels. You supposed it was a sign of growing up, getting excited by the little things.
The guitarist grabbed the hairdryer from under the sink. There was a diffuser attachment that he would use. “Do you want me to?” You asked, having slipped into one of his shirts.
With an indifferent look on his face, he replied, “I’ve kinda got my own method. Plus you’ve done enough for me today.”
You smiled, stepping forward and meeting his lips with yours.
The living room welcomed you as you sat down and ordered food. He didn't tend to be picky, so you just settled on pizza.
Josh came back out later, with dry hair and sweatpants on. He didn't often go shirtless, but after earlier, he wanted to feel you as close as possible. He would never tell you that though, fearing it too embarrassing and complicated to convey in words. You trusted him and he trusted you, enough that you could communicate through touch alone.
Nearly autonomously, his arm wrapped around you and pulled you in. “I ordered pizza,’ You said with a peck to his lips. He hummed in response.
“Thank you,” He said.
“For?”
“My hair,” He smiled, “It's nice to have someone do something like that for you."
You were sure that there was something more to it, but you didn't push. Instead, you relaxed into his skin and let him do the same. His chest was a strong pillow, like a concrete wall made from a mold of your own body. You fit eachother perfectly, and when you looked up to his eyes, you saw your own reflection in the deep brown.
"I love you, you know that?" You asked
"Of course, I love you too." He said, staring back into your eyes.
"I just don't want you to hesitate asking for help, or letting me help you."
"I'll try," He said, looking away. He hated when you did this, confronting problems head on. You were always so good at it. Sure, he could point it out, but he had no clue where to even start to fix it.
"Just don't worry too much," You said, making him wonder if you could read his thoughts. "You stay in that head too much, and it's a real lonely place."
"I suppose so," He twiddled his thumbs, too embarrassed from all the attention and care he was receiving to look at you.
"Thank you. I'm gonna go pick up the pizza," You said, standing up, "Come with?"
"Do you really have to ask?" He remarked.
a/n: the amount of time i spent looking at photos of joshs hair to try and figure out his hair texture... anyways when are we getting his curl routine. title from chosen by blood orange
for anybody who wants to keep up with the vampire!bobby au fic, im going to continue writing it on my wattpad account into a full story/oneshot! i will post blurbs here aswell! but if you'd like to follow the wattpad account, click here!
HELP WHAT IS GOING ON PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE SEEN
LET ME TRY AND READ YOUR MIND....ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE INHALER GUITAR PHOTO BC IF WE ARE IM SO READY
Dear Inhaler, I AM SAT. I need the album right now or atleast 'Haircut' bc the RAGEBAIT🙏🙏🙏 they always just drop photos/videos and don't explain anything!!! We all remember when bobby broke his frickin head open and said nowt after
summary: complications between you and bobby's relationship spark when you ask him for the truth, but he's scared he'll hurt you.
warnings: blood! suggestive beginning, angst, fighting, forbidden romance, fluff near the end, bobby turns her into a vampire
word count: 3,492
author's note: this idea has been living in my mind ever since i started reading twilight...and i swear the books are better!
"you know you can talk to me, right?" you sit up in bed, watching bobby pace around the room. the dim lighting creates a glimmer on his bare chest. his veiny hands are digging into his blonde strands, pulling forcefully with his eyes squeezed shut.
you’ve never seen him like this. so paranoid, so anxious. you didn’t think the night would take a turn like this.
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you and bobby had went out to a small greek restaurant around the corner from your flat earlier that night. you ordered the steak, and he insisted on paying. he had made the night special for you, keeping his hand in yours while you walked to the restaurant and taking you walking around the boardwalk because you had been too early for your reservation.
after the wine poured, so did the longing looks and the laughing coming easily. and then the teasing touches, his fingers on your thigh and your eyes set on his lips.
you two had nearly rushed out of there, his shirt shrugged off in the doorway as your lips moved against his. your cheeks went pink, laughing all the way towards the bedroom. when he pressed you back against the bed and lowered his lips to yours, you were stuck in a haze, forgetting everything that happened earlier that night. the only thing on your mind was him.
but when his lips hit your neck, and he sucked the skin gently, you gasped. all of a sudden, like he had a revelation, he pulled back, his face disappearing from your view. your eyes fluttered open, brows knitting together in confusion. "bobby?" you asked, your voice still shaky from the rush of it all.
he's already at the door, which scares you. how did he move so quickly from one place to another? how did he do it so quietly? his hands are in his hair and he's shaking his head, whispering to himself, mumbles you can't hear no matter how quiet it is in the room.
"did i do something wrong?" you ask hesitantly, sitting up on your elbows. he turns around, his blue eyes gone darker, more fierce. "it's not you." he grumbles, trying to keep his expression the same.
you purse your lips together in disappointment. he hasn't been talking to you lately. and you want to tell yourself it's not what you think it is. even though it might be.
"you know you can talk to me, right?" you sit up on the bed fully, watching bobby pace around the room. the dim lighting creates a glimmer on his bare chest. his veiny hands are digging into his blonde strands, pulling forcefully with his eyes squeezed shut.
you’ve never seen him like this. so paranoid, so anxious. you didn’t think the night would take a turn like this.
you pull a few messy strands of hair behind your ear, taking a large gulp. the best thing to do right now is give him space. "i don't like that we keep doing this," his voice is shaky but he tries his hardest to steady himself.
you look down at his sweating palms, his knuckles going white as he grips the edge of the vanity in your bedroom. ever since he's told you he isn't human, something far more dangerous than your kind, you didn't run away. you stayed right there and accepted him. and out of all the confessions he's ever had to admit to, that reaction scared him the most.
you didn't flee. no, instead, you reached for his hand. even though he tried to pull away, you reached further and touched his cheek. and what he asked you broke your heart; the way you could see he wanted you so badly but stopped himself in fear of hurting you.
"don't you think im a monster?" he asked tenderly, your hand still in his. you shook your head and kissed his temple, guiding him down onto the bed next to you. that day was the day he told you everything. and since then, you haven't questioned anything more about his nature. he has feelings just like you, and he knows how to control them, (majority of the time).
tonight, however, his fear has returned. "we don't have to keep doing this." you offer, your voice small. he whips his head around, his eyes narrowing at you curled up in your sheets, waiting for his return.
"you're scared you'll hurt me, but you won't. i know it-" you're cut off with a sharp chuckle coming from across the room. your eyes return to him, his back still turned to you. his jaw is clenching and his fingers are tightening on the white, marble vanity.
"i will hurt you." he says. then louder, "don't you see?" his tone is sharp which makes fear boil inside you. but it's just him. he's no monster.
when you don't reply, he's realized you're shaken up. he takes a deep breath, releases his grip on the marble and carefully moves back towards you. his silver chain sways across his glistening chest as he arrives back in your space.
his body towers over you as he grabs your chin, angling it up to him. "i can't have you." he whispers, looking deep in your eyes.
pain flickers over your expression. "why not?"
"because tonight-" he cuts himself off, a clench to his jaw again. you're tired of going around in circles. "what, bobby? say it." you encourage him, sick of secrets and constant fears that stop you from loving him the way you want to.
he takes a deep breath. "tonight i almost lost control. and if that happens, you could be in serious trouble."
your expression falters just a little bit, but your thoughts finally fill with the realization of how much you love him. how much you're willing to do anything for him. how you're willing to sacrifice freedom for him.
"then lose control." you breathe out shakily. at first, he doesn't think he hears you right. his eyes widen, his fingers drop from your chin, and he takes a step back.
"what?" he asks, louder than anticipated, his expression mixed with fear and disgust from your request. how could you ask him something so absurd?
"you heard me."
"no." he scoffs, returning to his pacing around your bedroom. "no way."
"please, bobby." you beg him, scooting towards the edge of the bed as you plead his name over and over. his sharp eyes gaze at you with furious intensity. "are you crazy? do you know what that could do to you?"
"i don't care." you say.
"i care. i could kill you." he looks at you up and down with an expression like he's just been told the most outrageous thing in the world. "if i feed on you, then your life completely changes." he breathes out, a disgusted squint in his eyes just at the mention of it.
"how?" you ask.
"im not spending my time explaining this to you." he scoffs, grabbing his shirt on the floor. you grab his wrist, forcing his eyes to you. "tell me."
he takes a deep breath, waits a few moments, and then realizes how invested you are. how much you care. "i haven't fed on a human in a very, very long time. if i do, my body will get used to your blood, and I'll lose control. by the time I finish, I'll have to turn you into my kind."
"is there a way you can stay in control?" you ask hesitantly.
he stares blankly at you. "no."
he turns his back to you, walking towards the window. he pulls it open with one hand without any effort, and you wonder how strong he actually is. it takes you both hands to open that window.
he grabs a cig from his back pocket and lights it, taking a long drag. you both don't speak for a long time, letting him process while you wait for him to continue. "im a monster. all of us are. we aren't the same when we hunt, and im never letting you see me like that."
he looks back at you. "ever." he blows the smoke out past his lips with fierce eyes and a sharp tone.
"then turn me." you say, your chin held high.
he scoffs again. "im not in the mood for this."
"im serious, robert." you say sharply. he looks back at you, his eyes still as intense as ever. "i want you to turn me."
"stop it."
"it's what i want."
he doesn't respond, but you can hear his jaw clenching. "i know you crave it."
"please, just stop." he grits through his teeth.
"i know you want my blood."
he digs his palms into his eyes so roughly he starts to see red. "stop it, okay?" he shouts, banging his knuckles onto your vanity. your lipsticks wobble on the table, falling over. he startles you, and you jolt in your position. he's never yelled at you before. you've never seen him this nervous.
his chest rises and falls, trying to calm himself down. he won't lash out again. "i'm sorry." he sighs. he walks over to you, dropping his cig in the ash tray on the windowsill, the chilly breeze mussing up his hair.
"im so, so sorry." he falls to his knees at the foot of the bed, and your soft hands twist in his blonde strands. "its okay." a single tear rolls down your cheek, and you sniffle. he hears it, looking up at you.
"shit, don't cry." he lifts his finger to your face, wiping your tear away. "God, I'm so fucking sorry. I can't be around you. this is why-"
"no, bobby. I want this. I'm willing to do it for you." you place your hand over his.
"stop saying that." he hisses, a tear falling down his cheek. "you don't mean it."
"i do." you cut in.
"you don't realize what you're getting yourself into and how dangerous that is. so just stop. please." he begs you. he won't put you through it, and he won't make you suffer.
"what is the point of my life if you're not in it?" you breathe out, your voice cracking with each word.
his heart sinks at your statement, and he lowers his head to your stomach. you cradle his head in your hands, whispering softly in his ear. "please, all i want is to be with you. forever."
"you'll regret it."
"i can assure you i wont."
he huffs a laugh. "its not easy being like me."
"tell me."
"i don't sleep- can't sleep." he starts. "you need blood, can't eat no more pizza pockets anymore." he teases you, and you start to laugh just the tiniest bit at his words.
"how often?"
"we hunt every weekend."
"okay. cool." you nod.
he chuckles. "you really won't let up, will you?"
you shake your head. "i want you forever."
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robert in the sunlight has to be the most divine thing you've ever seen. his black button up shirt is flapped open, revealing the rivets in his pale muscles and the intricate cross tattoo that sits on his chest. he's in a much better mood than last night, which makes you smile.
his skin is glowing. his eyes are staring straight into the sun like it doesn't hurt. "i thought you couldn't go into the sun?"
"horrible myth." he jumps off a rock and lands on the grass near you with a sharp chuckle. with one quick movement, he backs you up against the nearest tree, your head softly thudding against the wood. you let out a sharp gasp at the contact, surprised he's in your space so abruptly.
"sorry," he giggles with that bright smile of his. "did i hurt you?" he places his hand behind your hair, cradling your head. he replaces the wood with his palm. "no, im fine." you smile, searching his eyes.
his eyes trail over your face, his nostrils flaring for just a moment. he sniffs you, and you flex your jaw for him. "are you okay?" you ask with a small giggle. his lips lift into a smirk.
"you smell good." he runs his sharp nose along your throat, letting your eyes flutter shut. "yeah?" you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. he nods his head. "like vanilla." he smiles from your scent.
your heart is beating loudly, and he notices. "do i scare you?" he asks hesitantly, his eyes flaring with concern. you shake your head. "never."
his face calms. "okay." he huffs a laugh, adjusting closer to you. one of his hands grazes your cheek, then moved his fingers to place a few strands of your silky hair behind your ear.
his breath fans down your neck, tickling you. you giggle. "you should have run from me when you had the chance," he whispers into your neck.
"i tried. it's impossible to be without you." you mutter, but he hears everything regardless of his supernatural abilities.
"last chance." he says, his teeth grazing your neck. you shiver, relaxing back against the tree.
"one question." you cut in. he pulls back just enough to see your eyes. "why did you take me here?" you gesture to the forest, looking around at the bark near your feet and the grassy area beneath the two of you.
"it's the best place to be once you're turned. you can finally run free." he explains so beautifully, you can see the twinkle in his eye and the way his voice brightens as he reminisces.
"are you sure?"
"yes." you let out a shaky exhale, ready for whatever's to come.
"i need to hear you say it. please." he tries to steady himself.
you put your hand on his forearm. "im sure, robert."
"okay." he exhales long, moving towards your neck. "it won't hurt." he mutters. "for long." he adds.
you take another deep breath and close your eyes, trying your best to focus on his scent and the way he's grounding you so you won't slip out of his grip. "sorry." he notices you try to wiggle out. "if you move it'll only hurt more."
"i understand." you say, your voice a hushed whisper.
he leans down to kiss you, his lips meeting your soft ones. he groans at the feeling, so full of high spirits that he can touch you again. "just trust me, okay?" he asks, whispering against your lips.
"i trust you." you lick your lips, tasting his scent of mint and cigarettes on your tongue. he smirks, looking at you once for confirmation, and when you nod, he dips his mouth to your lips and presses another small peck there. after, he kisses your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, before dipping lower.
his lips find your jaw, pressing peppered kisses in a trail down your neck. when they find the soft skin of your throat, he inhales, his large teeth flashing in the bright sunlight. he reveals himself to your neck before one last kiss. "i love you." he whispers before diving in at last.
his teeth sink into your neck, and he hears a sharp gasp escape your lips. at that sound, he winces, knowing he's hurting you. at first, he sucks gently, your blood is travelling down your neck. he's in control. he thinks he has it.
your nails grip at his shoulder as your eyebrows turn inward, trying to steady yourself. "im sorry." he whispers over and over, pulling away from you at some points, a single tear dripping down his cheek. his heart sinks with each gasp, and he feels like a monster. even though you've always promised he's not, he must accept it.
his eyes go wide, his pupils getting so small you only see dark blue, and he's lost it. he's not in control anymore.
he's killing you.
"robert?" you gasp for air, your hands clutching his back. he thirsts for your blood- human blood; a privilege he hasn't let himself grasp in years.
"please, robert. come back." you whisper.
blood travels down his chin as he continues draining you, your voice nothing to him. he can't hear, deaf from excitement, craving your blood. your skin turns paler each second. after a few long minutes, your body slides down the trunk of the tree, and his feral daze is gone.
he falls back, his hands clutching at the dirt as he crawls back against the ground, his eyes wide and his mouth covered in blood. his large fangs are still visible, and he's nothing but disappointed in himself.
he's killed his first love. his only love. "no. no, no, no, no, no." he repeats over and over, crawling back over you near the tree. he cries openly now. it wasn't supposed to get like that.
without hesitation, he pulls back his sleeve with blood stained hands, pushing it past his forearm. he sinks his teeth into his own wrist, wincing at the feeling. he can only imagine how you felt when he drained you.
he crawls closer to you and places your head in his lap. he's kneeling beneath you, forcing your head to his wrist. "drink it, please." he begs you softly, wrapping your lips around his wrist as he guides your head in the right direction.
after a while, your heartbeat starts to quicken, your pale face gaining color, your lips wrapping around his wrist as your lifeline. "yes." he laughs in relief, cradling your head with his other hand.
your eyes open, a hazel and amber color gleaming in the sunlight for the shortest second. you gasp for air, sitting up in his lap. your eyes are back to their normal color, your skin now glimmering with his in the sunlight.
"bobby?" you ask, your voice raspy. his eyes well with tears. "hi." he sighs in relief, cradling your head closer to his, your sweaty foreheads sticking together.
you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, blood printing your skin. "i feel weird."
he chuckles. "weird how?"
"like im rushing with adrenaline...sorta." your voice airy.
"that's how it is," he chuckles, but then he clears his throat. "im so sorry." the realization sets back in. your brows furrow in confusion. he just gave you immortality. why would he be apologizing?
"why are you sorry?" you ask innocently, your lips turning into a cute pout as you tilt your head to the side of the tree.
"i tried to stay in control. i really tried." his voice breaks as he says this.
you grab his blood stained fingers, threading them through yours. "im here now. and im here forever. im not leaving."
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"can i?" he asks, his hands travelling over your shoulder blades as the hot water runs over your skin. you nod your head, letting him move your hair out of the way so he can press a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder.
he grabs the soap, pours it onto the loofa, and runs it over your shoulder. he travels the soapy sponge towards your neck, removing any blood stains off you.
you hiss, your eyebrows knitting together. "did that hurt?" he pulls back hesitantly.
"a little." you respond, and he moves to the other side of your neck where the soap won't sting open skin. he continues to wash your hair for you, running his soft fingers into your scalp, making your head fall back against his shoulder. he chuckles, that sound vibrating against your ear.
after your shower, he wraps you in a soft, white towel before tying one low on his waist. you both brush your teeth together in silence as he holds your hair to keep out of the way of toothpaste.
"sit down." he nods his chin towards the toilet seat, and you clutch your towel around your body tighter before plopping down. he towers over you, leaning down on one knee as he grabs the medicine kit under the sink.
he removes ointment and a disinfectant, gently angling your neck upwards toward the ceiling of the steamy bathroom. the mirrors are still foggy, but it's starting to dry up.
you hiss once he applies the disinfectant, but before it stings too much, he wipes it away with water and starts with the ointment. you suck your teeth, and he notices your pain, whispering a small "sorry."
when he's done, he applies a small brown bandage on your neck and kisses you through the rough fabric. "all better." he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
"let me see those fangs." he urges you and you smile. you press your finger in your cheek and pull it open revealing sharp fangs.
he sucks his teeth sharply, shaking his head. "sharp pair." he smirks. "im jealous." he adds while placing a strand of wet hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek.
"i meant what i said, bobby." you mutter. he doesn't respond, just listens. "i want you forever."
he smiles softly. "i know."
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