Stampede of a Thousand Pulses by ss10

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5676099/1/Stampede_Of_A_Thousand_Pulses

Official Description: A love so desperate it typifies addiction. “No one else.” And he sounds so barbaric; the first sentence that carries no stutter is not sweet or even gentle. “Only me.” AH/OOC/Dark.

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rosearcadia says: Recently, I can across Stampede of a Thousand Pulses, and I was fucking hooked from the beginning. It’s a very passionate, very dark love story. A story full of addiction, both to drugs and love itself.

The story begins with the new student, Edward, who’s just a dark, desirable mystery to Bella. He latches on her right away and they begin to slowly become more than friends. But then, it goes beyond a typical boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, and becomes an all consuming obsession.

Edward’s drug use becomes such a giant problem, and at times, you just want Bella to walk away while she still can. But that shit just goes right out the window when you realize that she can’t walk away…because they are also addicted to each other. She craves his longing for her & he needs her like he needs fucking air!

A few weeks ago, I made a blinkie for this story & I used the following text messages from Edward to Bella to show how desperate he is for her:

-I love you. I want you. I can’t wait to have you.

-Tell me you feel the same way.

-Please.

-Bella please.

-I need you.

-Why haven’t you answered yet?

-I hate myself.

-I hate everything.

-I hate everyone.

-But I love you.

-Bella please answer me.

One of the things I love about this story is that it goes back into their past and also jumps back into the present, giving you a really good look at their relationship. It’s almost comforting to know where the insanity is heading. Or maybe that’s just me, hell, I don’t know…but damn if it doesn’t also scare that shit out of me…

The love they have is dark & their relationship is in need of some serious repair. It’s not all sunshine and fucking puppies with parachutes, but in their journey, you see two people that truly do love each other. You hope that beyond everything, that E&B; can go beyond their addiction, find themselves, and move forward together.

Damn good story, definitely one of my favorites right now.

MF’er says:

The situation was far from romantic, it was dire. I was just a seventeen year old girl, not an aged clinical psychologist. But its funny what fascination does to you, makes you believe that the closer you get the less harmful your fixation becomes.

Every once in a while, you’re lucky enough to stumble upon one of those stories that just… hits you where it hurts. In all of the best ways possible. I’m talking the perfect amount of angst, conflict and just, emotion. Stampede of a Thousand Pulses is that story. A few weeks ago, someone (I don’t remember who, otherwise, I’d probably offer to kiss them) was tweeting about this fic, and I clicked on the link telling myself ‘oh, I’ll just see what it’s about’ — that was all it took. The summary alone had me hooked.

He cups me possessively. “No one else.” And he sounds so barbaric; the first sentence that carries no stutter is not sweet or even gentle. “Only me.”

The quote at the beginning explains pretty much everything. Even the author says it herself, this story isn’t pretty. Yeah, there are some sweet parts, some sexy parts, but the story itself is about addiction and what happens when it takes hold of your life. Even when you’re not the one who’s using the drugs. It describes the way a relationship can be toxic to you, even when all you want to do is love someone. Sometimes, love just… isn’t enough. You wind up enabling them to the point where you’ve lost yourself and even when they begin to get better, you’re still lost, because you come to realize that they weren’t the only one who was addicted.

This was us.

Our need for one another so bad.

The manipulation in his words.

The promise in mine.

The love, however twisted… dominant.

We loved each other, no one could take that away… but at some point, the good, the bad, the ugly—it would all collide. And the only thing left would be an aftermath too big for either of us to clean up.

I knew that sooner…

later…

…that it wouldn’t be me who would end up leaving.

I clutched his chest to mine, savoring each moment and kiss.

And it was then I realized…

Edward would get better.

I would get worse.

This was how it was meant to be.

Like I said up above this isn’t fluffy bunnies and rainbows, if you’re a wussperv, this story probably isn’t for you (but you’re missing out!!). If you’re brave enough and want to get into a story that will make your emotions work overtime, this is definitely something you should be reading.

Kassiah says: So, one night Madame Fictionator was tweeting about this story, and I pouted and got mad at her for not telling me about it. Then she told me that it was sad and she was only protecting me from the angstmonster. I appreciated it–she’s always looking out for me like that

Somehow, I started reading it anyway, and at the time of this post, I have finished reading eight chapters. I can see where this is going, and that this story’s going to stomp all over my wittle wuss-perv heart, but I can’t stop reading it.

The attraction that they feel, the way ss10 describes everything, the authenticity of their reactions is so–real.

“I don’t think mom ever forgave me. It’s the reason we moved here. To start anew, but who are we kidding? My mom is unfaithful and my dad works himself into the ground just so he can ignore us, and to top it off their only son is fucked up… we’re… fucked.”

I didn’t care. “I still want you,” I murmured. My head was down, my fingers were laced and it was as if I was almost too scared to admit it.

He smiled a slow smile. “You do huh?”

I nodded.

“I’ll fuck you up too.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You don’t know that.”

I shrugged.

He smiled.

We didn’t care.

“Do you want me?”

“Hell yea,” he gently replied. “I want you.”

And those three words ignited my bones. I leaned inward and kissed him once. I was brave enough to do so, because at this point I knew he wasn’t.

Definitely, give Stampede a try.