Red~ for @creatoraa for a lovely lovely picture she drew me! This is a coninuation of the yandere Edward fic!
Edward was just.. intoxicated. He had blocked his thoughts from being shared with the others as he watched you. He carefully observed you cooking, watching with large interest. Maybe he should learn how to cook for you.
Edward didn’t have to cook. He could live off of electric, or gas. While living off of food was an option, he rarely found himself partaking. It took too much time, there was a certain degree of unpredictability, and overall he wasn’t satisfied most of the time.
However if you liked it....
So he started looking online at recipes, scrolling through comment sections and the such. After digging around he found some of the food that looks like yours, and decided to start with that. Only then did he realize he.. didn’t have any cookware... or ingredients.
He cursed, debating on what to do, before hesitantly putting on his jacket and going out.
Cooking didn’t exactly go as expected. His internal fans were running and all of the windows were now open. He was starring at a blackened substance in a pan. He sighed as he started dumping it into a trash can. What a waste of resources.
It was time to take the trash out anyway. He sighed, grabbing the bag and making his way downstairs. As he was walking to the dumpster, he looked around the street. It was already feeling familiar to him.. but you can imagine his surprise when he saw you- or more accurately -bumped into you.
He stuttered in surprise, clinging onto you from instinct as the two of you fell. You both fell on your sides, close together and slightly tangled. His pain sensors reacted, and his leg was damaged.. fuck.
He couldn’t pay attention to that though.. you were so close to him.. he could see your face in so much detail. Your eyes were so big.. and your face was so cute.. your hair looks soft.. and then you were quickly pushing away from him, and his sadness set in. Why couldn’t he hold you longer?
Nonetheless, he mocked a human reaction, stuttering as he jumped back, only for his pain sensors to start going off again.
“Are you okay?” Both of you asked at the same time. Edward was grabbing his ankle... and realized some of his skin tore. Blood was slowly oozing out and he cursed.
“Are you bleeding?" You asked, your eyes wide in shock. Edward bit his lip, “I’m fine- I’m fine, really-“ when he stood up he quickly found he was not fine. The metal rod that held his bone in his leg was broken. That was bad. With a hand on the wall, he squeezed it, trying to get it as back in place as he could.
To you it was just as if he was checking if it was injured. Edward looked up at you and gave you a uneasy smile, “It’s okay- I’m okay- it’s fine- I should go.” And he very quickly started limping back into his building, even when he heard you tell him to wait.
The next day he was at headquarters- the place where the three googles could stay anytime, where they carried out their research, and where they got fixed. Edward was sitting on a slab as Prime looked his injury over, “I’m gonna have to turn off your pain sensors to fix this.”
No fuck, was Edwards first thought. He sighed, “Yep.”
Prime was not amused. He looked up, peering above the rim of his glasses. “Getting hurt is not good Edward. You know it isn’t always easy to fix some of our issues.”
Green scrubbed a hand down his face, “I know.”
“What exactly were you even doing when this happened?”
Edwards pain sensors shut off as Prime started fixing the leg. Let’s see.. stalking the person I’ve been falling in love with and I was trying to cook something for them so I would be worthy of making them food one day, but I ultimately failed. Afterward I went and took the trash out, only to run straight into them, and crash pitifully on concrete, and of course I put some of myself underneath them where I could, and ended up breaking myself, but at least I got a close up look at their absolutely amazing face.
Yeah... no. That wasn’t gonna work. “I was taking out the trash. Tripped on uneven concrete."
Prime looks a bit dubious, but accepts this reason. “Perhaps you should start scanning the concrete before you walk on it. Maybe not be so distracted by the simple things of the human world?” He suggested.
Edward told him it was duly noted, and watched him fix the leg. Once it was all better and the skin sewed up to heal, he got off the table. Newly fixed parts always felt weird. The half human, half robot tried to ignore it though, walking forward. “I’ll see you later.”
“Where are you-“ but when Prime turned around he was already gone.
