“Everyone smile!” the photographer shouted. I smiled on demand, ready to get the shit over with, and he snapped off a few pictures in quick succession. “Alright, I think that’s a wrap.”
I exhaled in relief and immediately reached up to loosen my tie. “Thank fucking God. That shit took forever.”
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” Isabella said with a laugh. “It was only like twenty minutes.”
I grabbed her hips and she yelped as I quickly pulled her to me. “You’re wrong, Isabella Marie Cullen,” I said, smirking as I said that shit out loud for the first time. “It was that bad, because it was twenty minutes that I couldn’t do this.”
I smashed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, and heard Rosalie groan nearby.
“Nauseating,” she grumbled. “I don’t want to see that.”
“Then stop fucking looking,” I spat, pulling away from Isabella’s lips long enough to get the words out. She laughed when I went right back to kissing her again, and wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me back. - Emancipation Proclamation - Chapter 80 ©kha r i z zma t i k
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A haiku about fanfics
sad endings should be
a fucking warning you prick
I didn’t sign up for this
He laughed again and let go of me, gazing at me briefly before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was soft and sweet yet full of love, so intense that it nearly took my breath away. He pulled from my lips eventually and I gasped for air, my reaction causing him to smirk.
“Don’t let that motherfucker make you do something you don’t want to do, you hear me?” he said. “I’ll call you whenever I get the chance.”
“Okay. Have fun. It’s only a week, I’ll be fine,” I repeated once more. I wasn’t sure exactly who I was trying to reassure more with my words, him or myself. He nodded and brought his hand up, running his fingertips across my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me once more briefly.
“I love you,” he said, his voice low but the expression passionate. I could feel the love rolling off of him and knew they weren’t just words to him. The emotion began to bubble up inside of me and I fought it back with all I had, not wanting to cry. I really didn’t want him to go, no matter how much I knew he had to and should, and I knew if I started crying it would only make it harder on both of us when he walked out the front door.
“I love you, too,” I said softly. He sighed and kissed me one final time before standing up and stretching.
“I’ll see you later, tesoro,” he said, turning to walk out of the room.
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“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” I said quickly, wanting to reassure her despite the fact that even I didn’t fucking believe it. I was lying but I knew she trusted me, and at the moment I wanted nothing more than to make her feel better. Her fear lessened a bit as she looked at me and nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered. Yet another shot cut through the air and I flinched at the sound, taking a deep breath and nodding. I started counting and her eyes widened as she clutched onto me tightly when I hit two. “Wait!”
“Christ, we don’t have time to fuck around here,” I said in frustration.
“I love you,” she choked out, the words catching in her throat and escaping as a sob. The sound of it stung, my heart aching.
“Don’t you fucking act like we won’t see each other again in thirty seconds,” I said firmly, grabbing my gun from my waistband and flicking the safety off. “Get in the goddamn car, baby.”Emancipation Proclamation - Chapter 68 ©kha r i z zma t i k
‘It’s just a fanfiction. It’s just a fanfiction,” I reminded myself as I wept silently in the corner.
