@ahopefulbunch​

THEIR ….. SIBLINGS REACTED TO STRESS FAR DIFFERENTLY TO HOW HE DID,     they had clearly spent the entirety of this second life still trying to be human, they had human ticks.   They blinked and their shoulders moved like they were breathing even when they weren’t,   their legs jerked up and down when they were nervous,   their fingers tapped of tables,  they chewed the end of pens   —–human ticks.     HE DIDN’T HAVE ANY OF THEM.       All human habits had been long forgotten for a century of VAMPIRE behaviour,  but then Alice was just an expert in reading him,  even if no one was.    Noted how he hadn’t breathed in a long number of minutes,   noted almost steady yet impossibly quiet growl that rumbled in his chest like thunder from a far distant storm    ( a growl that must only just be audible to her ears even when she was so close ) She noted that his stress and anxiety took the form of stony expression and tight lines across his shoulders, down his back,   he can feel his own anxiety sparking across his skin like electricity,      even as he focuses on Alice’s overwhelming trusting and calming input to the mess in his head the current does not lessen.        A few beats pass from when she spoke and brightly golden eyes turn to look down at her,       the impossibly quiet rumble carrying on anyway.       In the back of his MIND he KNOWS that he can,    but Edward’s constant and continued stress is so thick he can taste it and only sets him further on edge,  makes him as angry as he unnerved    —– HE DOESN’T TRUST HIM TO BE ABLE TO DO IT.   To get through his first school day in  …..    well in a damn long time without trying to feed from one of the other teenagers here.    It takes him a moment to UNLOCK the sharp clench of his jaw and when he does speak he’s low, barely there.      “ maybe this is a BAD idea. ”

ALICE DOES NOT HAVE HIS ABILITY  . no , her talents lie elsewhere , but even then she knows him well enough , to sense the tension set in his bones , the way he squares his shoulders and sets his jaw , as though he is facing a herculean task . and to him , it is .  it’s never easy , coming back from a slip . sometimes , if the previous incident was particularly -- unpleasant , carlisle would suggest skipping school for the next move . they would make up some lie about homeschooling , say something about trauma .  and jasper’s last school visit had been a right bloodbath . there were still books written on it ,  newspapers had called it the worst crime in the century .  alice shudders delicately at that memory .  but it’s nothing they haven’t been through before , each in their turn . fingers dance along his arm , and land on his shoulder , where her hand hovers  .  she isn’t affectionate during school hours , not usually . it’s frowned upon , and unlike rosalie and emmett, they don’t feel the need to flaunt the rules .  she looks into his eyes , they are gold , gold like hers .  and they will stay that way . she just knows it .  “  --  no . “  she soothes ,  “ everything will be fine . i’ve  seen it . “  edward shoots her an incredulous look , she returns a rather petrifying glare .   “ just four more hours .  if you want to talk to the school about leaving early , for today , we can . “  she’s doing her best to help him , in every way she can .  alice hopes it’s enough .  “  you can do this , jasper . “ 

@ahopefulbunch​ bc fitzward. sue me.

“Opening up isn’t my strength because i need to use more than 3 words at a time to do that. But i like having more than 3 words based conversations with you.” Now that sounded stupid, he thought to himself.

@ahopefulbunch​.

     ‘ Da! ’ Faith seems to bounce on the spot momentarily before she throws herself at him, arms around his shoulders in the tightest of all hugs not a second later. It’s been a few months since she saw him last, she thinks she’s allowed. ‘ Oh, my god! I missed you so much! ’ 

@ahopefulbunch​ | cont. 

“Is that so . . . ?” Renly replied with a slight tilt of his head, then started unbuttoning his embroidered doublet. “And here I thought you enjoyed serving me . . . guess I’ll have to find me another lovely youth who’s more willing to help me with my daily chores,” he added as he continued disrobing quite shamelessly.

fingers    hold    a    white    plastic    bag.            ones    opposite    pulling    a    freshly    lit    cigarette    from    between    his    lips.            posture    straight.           making    his    way    home    from    the    shop    with    a   bottle    of    liquor.          planning    on    stopping    at    the   bodega     at    his    building    for    a    pack.           though     he    cannot    help    but    to    peer    over    his    shoulder.           a    futile    attempt    to    figure    out    who    was    watching    him.           instincts    alight        &        body    on   alert.           ready    for    anything.            though    he    had    not    left     the    house    with    a    weapon    this   morning.        however         ,           he    felt...               at   ease    whilst    he    stood    in    line        &        bought    his   cigarettes.             feeling    only    lasting    as    long    as   it    took    his    brain    to    figure    that    if    the     man    was    no    longer    watching         ──        where    was    he    ?      hall    lights    flick    on    along    with    a    lighter.            cigarette    lit    as    he    closes    the    door    of    his    apartment          &          hangs    keys    on    the   designated    hook.          though    before    he    can    deposit   the    bottle         ,          he    tenses.              the    corner    of   his    eye    picking    out    a    silhouette.            sitting    on    the    couch    in    his    tiny    living    room.           a    tiny    one    bedroom    flat    that’s    neat    as    a    pin    aside   from    empty    packs        &        ash    floating    about    the    table.             sebastian    removes     the    cigarette    from    his    mouth        &       allows    smoke    to    filter    from    his    nose.             head   turning    to    regard    the   man.            “y’got    a    crush    on    me     mate    ?”             he    half    jokes.            though    his    tone    is    characteristically    gruff       ,        &    there’s    no    smile     to    speak    of.            he    moves     further    into    the    flat         &        takes    another   drag.            not    at    all    surprised.             turning    on    the    light    on    his    way.

@ahopefulbunch​​   !                      /  /                      ASKED    FOR    SEBASTIAN    MORAN

@ahopefulbunch​      //       sc

❝ What's in that bag and why are you hiding it here? ❞

@ahopefulbunch​ (DARCY!) said: “you look as though you are fully mended” to JANE!

       she feels as though she is fully mended (though the wound from her gun on her hand has not yet fully healed, and - - - she is sure - - shall leave a scar. at least she is better now, rosy-cheeked and warm and human still. and she knows that it is luck that has made it so. how easy it might have been for them to turn her, had things gone only somewhat differently! and she knows that darcy knows that, too, knows - - - because lizzy has whispered it to her - - - that he thought her sickness something else. but she cannot blame him for it. it had been a dangerous thing charles and caroline had done, to take her in so graciously and without question. “i believe that i am, thank you,” she says. she shall be leaving soon for home, both jane and lizzy, but she had not been able to resist one last moment in the netherfield gardens. “though i did not mean to intrude so long upon the hospitality of mr. bingley. it was very good of him - - - of all of you! - - - to shelter me here so long. and my sister, too.” 

( P&P AND ZOMBIES: accepting )

❝ You are my life now. ❞ ( from Jasper xoxo )

@ahopefulbunch |  STEPHANIE MEYER’S GREATEST HITS  

TWO  BODIES  PRESSED  CLOSE  IN  THE  DARK .  the  others  are  out  prowling  the  streets  for  food ,  new  victims ,  or  training  to  fight  in  the  next  war ,  whenever  that  is  .  knowing  maria  it  probably  isn’t  long ,  she’s  got  enough  battles  planned  for  centuries  to  come ,  even  alice  can’t  see  that  far  into  the  future . Conquering  the  south  isn’t  enough  for  her ,  the  woman  seems  bent  on  world  domination .   Shame  their  kind  doesn’t  sleep ,  it  would  make  sneaking  around  so  much  easier . 

small  hand  grazes  his  cheek ,  touches  his  handsome  face ,  the  only  part  of  him  still  mercifully  unscarred .   the  major  ,  the  one  that  strikes  fear  in  the  hearts  of  all  ,  probably even  maria’s –   except  hers .  no ,  he  does  something  different  to  her  heart  entirely . 

“ –    we  can’t  stay  here  for  much  longer .  maria …  she  knows .  “  

       [ @ahopefulbunch. ♠️ ]  ———  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“ I THINK YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT, AS MY HUSBAND. ”   she hummed,  climbing into bed besides her husband, slipping under the blankets and next to ernest.  one leg tucked under the other as she smiled at him, pushing her fingers through his hair.  “ King Ernest ….     you would look rather handsome in a crown, do you not think? ”     she certainly thought so.  it wasn’t surprising to her that they would have him as one of the favourites for taking over the throne in greece,  he was easy to support.

      ——— ♠️. ———       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃 happily as he observed his wife slide into their bed. One hand cradles his head so he many worship her beauty at the most suitable angle while the other slipped around her waist. ❝ I think you have to say that, as my wife. ❞ Ernest 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to her temple.

❝ I wish Albert were here to offer advice. ❞ It was nearly a year since his unexpected death. ❝ But we have your wisdom to help us, my love. ❞

                                            AITHUSA IS NOW PART OF ELIA MARTELL’S Queensguard. That is all.

PSA: @ahopefulbunch is a wonderful, lovely human being and the same goes for their wonderful writing of Fitzwilliam Darcy. Now you can continue with your regularly scheduled programming. 

@ahopefulbunch ha respondido a tu foto “@ahopefulbunch really out there making me want to bring back Ward just...”

i be like that

fucking enabler.

ahopefulbunch started following you max vc: when ur husband forgets to follow you over to your new place...

sulks.

and will continue sulking until @ahopefulbunch​ gives him his undivided attention ( and affection ), preferably without him having to ask for it !

this is thomas struggling to hide the smile now. “NO,” he says, but he just -- he moves to cover his face with the gloved hand. honestly, he can’t remember the last time he’s felt this HAPPY. “it’s nothing.” he looks at tom, his blue eyes twinkling with true joy. “i -- you must promise not to tell.” he already caves. “or i’ll have your HEAD, branson.” 

@ahopefulbunch cont’d

               it  was  her  third  murder  .  the  first  was  the  king  she  had  been  betrothed  to  since  the  age  of  13  .  next  came  the  duke  of  a  neighboring  kingdom  .  lastly  ,   or  so  everyone  prayed  ,  was  another  king  .  rosalie  didn’t  want  an  arranged  marriage  to  some  old  ,  grimy  and  disrespectful  royal  .  and  if  her  words  didn’t  make  a  difference  ----  her  actions  will  .  no  one  suspected  her  .  at  16  years  old  ,  prior  to  the  engagement  ceremony,  she  vent  to  her  brother  .  their  conclusion  ...  murder  .  so  it  was  done  .  this  time  around  ,  at  18  years  old  ,  rosalie  felt  no  guilt  .  she  simply  hoped  this  third  one  was  THE  one  to  have  her  parents  stop  her  engagements  .  

               amber  hues  spot  a  dark  stain  on  the  hem  of  her  skirt  .  a  minor  panic  ensues  as  she  realizes  the  risk  of  living  a  trail  behind  her  into  her  chambers  .   with  no  trail  in  sight  and  a  long  way  to  go  to  get  to  her  wing  of  the  castle  ,  rosalie  ops  for  the  servants  passage  .  the  princess  knew  the  knights  ,  that  were  meant  to  be  on  watch  ,  were  casually  resting  their  eyes  at  this  time  of  night  .  all  except  one  she  knew  positively  would  be  wide  awake  .  ❝  jasper  ----  ❞  rosalie  whispers  as  she  approaches  the  knights  usual  post  .  ||  @ahopefulbunch