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edwardsvirginity · 4 years

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And now... I introduce my best friend to Eclipse!

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[riley’s first appearance]

Friend: who's that

mike?

(the rest of the commentary for the movie is under the readmore!)

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[bella reciting the opening monologue: some say the world will end in fire…]

Friend: wow…drama queen

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[Edward and bella in the meadow]

Friend: is this real or is this more of her crazy headspace

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Edward: marry me

Bella: I have an English final

Friend: wow……. Rude

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[Charlie grounding bella]

Friend: charlie…. is the only sane character tbh lmfao

he knows an abusive relationship when he sees one

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[Edward sabatoges bella’s truck]

Friend: Y I K E S

A B U S I V E

this is not romantic lol

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Renee: I just want to make sure ur making the right choices for you

Friend: she's NOT

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[renee gives bella the quilt from all their trips]

Friend: awwww

except she's selling out her fam for bloodsuckers

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[all the cullens wait for Victoria in the forest]

Friend: is it whatshername

the redheaded bitch

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Friend: i'm just gonna say….alice and carlisle are the only valid vampires

Me: whyso?

Friend: idk anything about jasper and emmett, edward is weird, who else even is there

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Me: [pauses movie because a spider has appeared by my head and I’m freaking out]

[it lands on my laptop and I scream and close it]

Ok… we can resume

Friend: what happened?

Me: [explains]

Him: ? ? ? why didn't you kill it?!

Me: killing it requires getting close enough to touch it, and that's Too Close

i don't kill spiders

anyway

Him: what?!? lmfao

you don't kill spiders

Me: killing them is too scary

Him: i'd rather kill it and know it's dead than wonder where it is

wow

me: i just scream until someone else comes to do it for me

him: that's a lot to take in

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[jake confronting Edward about being on their territory]

Edward: I was trying to protect u by not telling u abt Victoria

Friend: mmmm yikes

bella just needs to move tf back to florida

this is….Too Much

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[bella goes to lapush]

Friend: tbh i like his pack

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Leah: if ur here to torture jake some more u can leave

Friend: oooooh

burn

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[movie introduces imprinting]

Friend: tbh i think that whole concept is insane™ and i dont get it

bc it like absolves you of your own…actions

& removes the other person's choice

it's really fucking creepy

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Friend: also it would be soooo weird to be able to read people's thoughts

Me: i know it would freak me out

i would hate being able to hear everything my packmates thought

Friend: i don't need anyone else to know how horny i am

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[Jacob arguing with bella about the cullens]

Jacob: theyre not even alive

Friend: "they're not even alive" y i k e s

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[riley creeping in bella’s house]

Friend: man i'd be sleepin with a shotgun lmfao

& like 12 dogs

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[Edward yelling at bella abt bella disappearing with jake]

Me: he’s so overprotective

Friend: she needs it tho

Me: because she's such a danger magnet?

Friend: um….yeah

& she is a fucking damsel in distress

she has no power of her own :((

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Friend: he's so…ugly

me: Edward?

Friend: yeah ……….

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[Jake appears shirtless]

Edward: doesn’t he own a shirt

Friend: “doesn't he own a shirt"

LMFAO edward voicing my thoughts

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[Edward kissing bella before passing her off to jake, who immediately hugs her]

Friend: the way they …. fight with each other by using her body :|

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Friend: what do native americans think of this?

Me: [explains]

Friend: so what is the redeeming quality of these movies exactly lmfao

Me: they’re… fun?

Friend: i guess

like indiana jones

racist trash, but fun(?)

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Me: I hate his sideburns in this movie

Friend: don't think they're that bad

his whole face tho is not great

especially pale af

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[nonconsensual kiss scene]

Jake: ill fight until ur heart stops beating

Bella: u wont have to wait for long

Friend: YIKES

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[Edward and Jake fighting post-punch]

Jake: she’s not sure what she wants

Friend: Y I K E S

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[Carlisle bandaging bella]

Friend: carlisle is so hot

i wanna marry dr. carlisle

the way he medicines everyone up…

wow

[..]

edward is useless

seduce Carlisle

[..]

edward's been alive 100 years and hasn't become a doctor??? c'mon

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[Rosalie killing her rapists]

Friend: LM FAO

love that

W O W

that's a more interesting story than bella's LMFAO

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[Rosalie trying to convince bella to stay human]

Rose: there’s one thing you’ll want more than Edward… one thing you’ll kill for… blood

Friend: ohhh….

SHE REAL

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Friend: & also bella's assumption that Edward is That Great

she's 18….. she hasn't even TRIED college boys

[..]

has she even had sex with anyone, ever?

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Friend: Evil Dakota Fanning is ….. scary af

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Friend: i'll say what i want about stephanie meyer being a fucked up mormon…. but her music taste is p good

Me: she didn’t do the soundtracks

Friend: ummm…i remember stephanie meyer specifically thanking Muse in her books

in the "acknolwedgements" section

or did you, the twilight princess, not read that part

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[graduation party]

Friend: I feel like there should be a twilight spoof..

where a high school girl has to choose between dating a furry and a goth

bc that's what this feels like to me

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Friend: he freaks me out

the beefy one

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[training scene]

Friend: jasper's kinda sexy too

well, everyone looks good next to robert :|

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[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: jasper was a confederate soldier?!?!??!

what?? lmfao

confederate vampires? thanks i hate it

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Friend: didn't he have like a life and morals before becoming a vampire or

i mean i guess he's a confederate so maybe not but

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[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: he just listens to her lmfao

his Evil Mexican Bruja

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[about Victoria]

Friend: she should just make someone sexy a vampire and fuck them tho

she has the power here

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[about Jacob]

Friend: is there a REASON he never wears a shirt?

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[Jake trying to convince bella she has feelings for him]

Jake: you can love more than one person… like sam, Emily, and leah

Friend: thruple!

that's the only resolution here

jacob & edward need to fuck each other and get over it

there's too much tension between them

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Alice: you and Edward will have the house to yourself tonight

Friend: oooooo

Alice: you’re welcome

Friend: LMFAO

alice is a bro

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Bella [immediately after the scene with Alice]: hey dad, I was wondering

Friend: hey dad… i was wondering. do you have any condoms

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Bella: dad I’m a virgin

Friend: not for long….

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Friend: but like honestly it's all so deeply unclear to me

he has like no blood, right?

HOW does he get hard

Me: he’s always hard

Friend: i don't think that's how that works

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[Edward and bella in edward’s room]

Bella: I wanna ask u something

Friend: "can we fuck"

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Friend: i feel like "becoming a vampire" is just a metaphor for "losing virginity"

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[Bella tried to jump Edward]

Edward: bella…no

Friend: ???????????

they already kiss and stuff?????????

Me: yeah

i think he's worried he'd like. fuck her to death

idk… her vulva is delicate i guess

Friend: they could do some Other Stuff

Me: yeah i know

edward is just…. too old school to understand anything but piv

Friend: fuck her to death…with his flaccid vampire dick

[..]

this is so………Weird

?????????? sex is not a sin

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[Edward talking abt how he would have courted bella in 1918]

Friend: ???????????? i dont believe that at all

people fucked in the 1800s

edward is a fucking weirdo

[Edward starts his grand speech]

Friend: Ew

this is…. a Lot

tbh it's Not Sexy that he can't adapt to a more feminist era

[Edward proposes]

Friend: this is…… a Lot

he Keeps Asking

[bella accepts]

Friend: she's only saying yes because she's horny!!!!

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Friend: also….tbh it's sad that these vampires have to deny their instincts and have no control over themselves

like ….maybe they should just be euthanized

Me: :O

Friend: is it fair to deny them their nature???

we don't force tigers to be vegetarians

what is the difference

Me: because… they're sentient and intellectual and can decide for themselves not to eat humans

Friend: i'm not sure i buy that

Me: you think they're not smart enough to make their own decision not to eat humans?

Friend: it seems like they have to be rehabilitated to deny a very natural instinct that they have no control over

are the cullens themselves a metaphor for mormonism?

Me: yeah but carlisle CHOSE a vegetarial lifestyle… no one forced it on him

Friend: i guess

but at what cost

lmao

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[tent scene]

Jacob: I am hotter than u

Friend: LMFAO

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Friend: why didn't they bring more blankets?????

how fucking cold is it

Dumbasses

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[Edward and jake arguing over bella]

Friend: idk bella….

i'd rather fuck a hot wolf than a freezing rock hard PussyDestroying Vampire

those wolves are HUGE…. huge dicks im sure

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[Edward talking about how he doesn’t want bella to be a vamp to jake]

Friend: i feel like they're Bonding

over their inability to control this woman lmfao

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[jake and Edward fighting over bella]

Friend: bella is not that interesting? ? ? ?

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Edward: if you weren’t trying to steal bella I might actually like u

Friend: wow

THIS is where they should fuck

t h r u p l e

look deep into each other's eyes

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Friend: she'd warm up if they were having sex

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[post tent scene]

Friend: she's not even wearing a hat rn

bella…what the fuck

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[Edward and bella talking about being engaged, jake overhears]

Bella: it’s the 21st century

Friend: yeah, it is the 21st century…. marry them both

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[bella asks jake to kiss her]

Friend: what the FUCK is happening

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[bella and jake making out]

Friend: she's not even wearing anything warm

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[battle]

Friend: carlisle…. kung fu master

Me: renaissance man

Friend: only breaks the hippocratic oath when absolutely necessary

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[confrontation with riley and Victoria, Edward trying to convince riley to turn on Victoria]

Edward: think about it riley.. .you’re from forks… you know the area

Friend: "you're from forks… who would want that"

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[Carlisle healing jake]

Friend: god…..my sexy, classy dad

… so smart….. so kind

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Bella: I’m not normal

Friend: bella….you are SO normal

the reason every middle school girl read these books and thought they were like bella is bc you are just THAT normal

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Edward: I guess we should start planning the wedding

Bella: no… something more difficult first… more dangerous

Friend: is she still talking about her virginity

#best friend movie night #eclipse #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #tts #the twilight saga #twilight revival #twilight in 2020 #twilightenment #twilight: eclipse #let me know what you guys think of this format as opposed to the endless reblogging

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roseyhyuck · 7 years

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we only have forever ° mark x reader

edit: it’s on wattpad now !

astronaut! mark lee x reader

• genre:

fluff, angst (if u squint)

• warnings:

uh, mentions of divorce ?

• a/n: this is (obviously) a non-idol au, i’ve also changed the reader’s and mark’s, dates of birth to fit this au. also, i’m aware that you probably won’t be sent up into space for 5 years (5 years without gravity is a lot on the body), but uh, ignore that for the plot ?? oh, and excuse how many time skips there are?

On September 15th, 2017, a seven year old you watched as Cassini burned into Saturn’s atmosphere, and seven year old you cried. Because how could you let go of something you so strongly believed discovered so much of your future? You were so tired of letting go of things you cared so much about, so the stars, and planets, and the whole universe was what you fell in love with and held onto, so dearly. They could never leave you and they never would, because, from star dust we come, and to star dust we will return.

The first day of middle school was the scariest thing you had experienced so far. You felt like pluto out of everyone there, and much like pluto, you experienced quite a lot of change in such a small amount of time. Your parents divorced, you moved from Toronto to Vancouver, and were at, of course, a new school. It was a foreign feeling, having no company to eat lunch with, but the first thing that came to mind was “you won’t be lonely in space, you’ll have the whole galaxy to be your friend.” That didn’t stop your anxiety though, it didn’t stop the fear of making no friends, or the teachers hating you, so you tried to push it to the back of your head and act like it wasn’t there.

Quickly, you made friends - and you grew fond of the giggly boy who hung out with the foreign exchange students that were either older or younger than him and was part of a performance group. Being the careful person that you were, you never told anyone, and even when you jotted down your feelings onto your feelings into your leather journal, you never refered to him as his name. Nobody would’ve guessed that you liked Mark Lee, or that you used the universe to describe him, or that Saturn was your favorite planet out of the main ones, or that you called the only boy you had ever liked “Saturn.”

It changed though, it took one sleepover, your journal slipping out of your bag as you went to get a glass of water, and your friends snooping around to realize you liked someone. But like said before, they would’ve never guessed that the boy you said had a smile that shone as bright as the stars, and eyes prettier than Neptune, was the dorky boy whose friends were mostly all in high school.

Calling him Saturn actually benefited you; you studied more about the planet and space itself, it was odd, but you did it. In the end, you were in the top of your astronomy class - a class you didn’t share with Mark. To you, that was okay, it only meant that you could spend this class on the one thing you loved more than Mark, and that was astronomy. And by chance, on your way to that class, you were looking at your phone instead of straight ahead, only to be knocked off your feet and your books scattered everywhere. Whoever did it muttered “sorry” multiple times before and while offering a hand to help you up. Taking it, you stood up, only to bend over and pick up one of your books. When you finally looked up - it was Mark Lee.

But instead of you, he was looking at your books, his eyes shining like stars.

“You like astronomy?” He asked excitedly, and you only nodded, a little dumbfound. Smiling, he asked another question, “What’s your favorite planet?” You couldn’t help but smile. God, of you course you couldn’t. “Saturn. What about you?” And if you thought his smile couldn’t light up more, you were wrong, because it did, and you remember that on that night, when you got home, you wrote in your journal, “his smile turned into a meteor shower!!!”

School dances were never something you cared about - not until it was themed after the universe. You didn’t have anyone to go with, due to the fact that most friends you made didn’t last very long - but Mark did. Whenever you forgot to text him, or get your nose out of a book, or look away from the night sky long enough to take a proper, deep breath, he made sure you did. One of the many, many reasons he was your best friend.

He was your best friend and the boy you were in love with.

You didn’t stop calling him Saturn in your journal, but you did start calling him Saturn here and there, and because of your first meeting, he called you Cassini here and there - because you crashed into him, just as Cassini crashed into Saturn.

So for prom, he went in a tan and white suit, and you went in a soft yellow and silver dress. It didn’t match by any means, but it had its reasons, and you loved those. Your’s and Mark’s outfits didn’t match the theme - you two weren’t blue, or purple, or some shade of pink, no, but you two were a shade of something in the galaxy, it meant something. He was dressed as Saturn, and by chance you called him that in front of your middle school friends, and they about fell out of their seats. One of them, Marie, rushed up to you, “So that’s Saturn?” She seemed half shocked, half excited as your face paled and you only nodded. “Do you still l-” She began to ask before you cut her off, “Yes, I do.” Walking past you, she went up to a confused Mark, “Did you know that (Y/N)’s liked you since sixth grade?” And before you could hear the reply, you left the room, and texted your mom to pick you up.

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t lose the one person who meant the world to you - who meant more than the stars and planets combined, to you. So you stood outside the front of the school, trying to blink back tears as you waited for your mother and prayed that she came before Mark found you, but of course, she didn’t. Mark bursted through the doors, his cheeks flushed, and he stared at you, in your outfit that didn’t match his yet he helped you pick it out, and was almost more excited about it than you were. Your arms were crossed over your chest in defeat. “(Y/N), I- I, um” He said, only to stutter, and you felt bad, because you truly believed he was coming up with an excuse, and that he didn’t like you back, and of course you expected it.

“I like you too . . . If you still like me, that is.” Mark spoke, wiping his sweaty hands off onto his pants. And on that night, you two shared your first kiss, and your first big memory as a couple.

Silently, you watched, a smile spread across your lips as you stared up. Breathing out, you were shrouded in darkness as the sun and moon lay together. Asking for visit to Australia to watch a solar eclipse was weird for a graduation present. And Mark asked the same thing - of course he did; he couldn’t stand a day away from you, do you think he could handle two weeks away from you ?

“It’s really pretty” You whispered, your face lighting up with joy. “Not even half as pretty as you though” Mark replied, smiling down at you. While you watched the eclipse he watched you, because love does that - it makes you forget even your most favorite things.

Sitting on the couch across from you, was Mark holding his letter, an excited smile on his face. After so much hard work from you both, today you’d find out if either of you were going into space.

If either of you would finally get to live among the stars you so desperately wanted to be apart of.

He believed you were more likely to be sent up there, and when you asked why, he dodged the question and never did you get an answer. It bothered you but every time you asked, he acted like you never spoke a word about it, and it confused you deeply, but now, you would both see if he was right - and he wasn’t. You tried to mask your disappointment with excitement for him, but he could see right through, he could see as you tried to keep your voice steady and any light in your eyes. He knew it was faltering , so he pulled you close to him and whispered, “I swear I won’t do it if you don’t want him to.” Why would you not want him to? You frowned and looked up at him, “I do want you to go.” Searching your face, Mark shook his head and replied, “You’re lying, I know you are.” That was enough to feel the tears build up in the corners of your eyes; you playfully punched his arm, your voice cracking as you spoke, “I promise I’m not, you’ll just have to go up there and enjoy it for me.” Tilting his head as he tried not to cry - you knew he was going to cry, of course he was - he rested his head on your shoulder. “But, (Y/N), I can’t enjoy anything without you by my side.” You wrapped your arms around him, “But I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

You and Mark made promises on many things: stay happy, take care of yourself, make sure he enjoys universe for you, and, the most important - don’t fall out of love. That one you promised so strongly on, because he didn’t want to spend five years away from you, missing you, not even on the same planet as you, only to see that you had fallen madly in love with someone he never heard of, or worse, someone he had heard of. You also promised to watch him take off, and not to cry over him. The later was one you both knew you couldn’t keep, but he made you promise it so that you’d at least try not to.

There you stood, on top the hill you two would meet up on at nights he had off, to star gaze, so that you could watch him take off - on a ship that was named “Cassini II.” Standing there, you told yourself he’d never know if you were or were not watching, so where you were didn’t matter - but you were so, so wrong. He knew you weren’t with everyone else watching, and it broke his heart, because he thought you weren’t watching at all, and that you didn’t even care to say goodbye.

But it hurt less to say goodbye. Because it felt like you weren’t really doing it. Because it felt easier to deny that he was gone. Because you were so used to saying goodbye, and he was the only person you could never say goodbye to. Instead of goodbye, the night before, you wrote in Mark’s new journal, on the front page, “we only have forever.” Now that it was the beginning of forever, it seemed more like you had nothing, and that world was coming down you, and that tears wouldn’t stop coming. You prayed they’d stop coming, so that you could watch him leave, no matter how hard it was to watch. You wiped the tears away, and watched as he slowly went up, seeing him leave this earth to go to space. “Off to infinite you go, my dear, Saturn” You whispered to nobody but yourself.

To think that he was going to join the same place you compared him to in middle school, was both heart breaking, and beautiful.

He spent two years in training, five in space, and during his time in space, you enrolled in college. It was an astronomy class because what else would you study in ? An actual subject that could land you a job that supported you ?

Your professor decided to spend one class watching the landing of Cassini II, and to study the first Cassini. When it was on the big screen, the spaceship landing, you held your face in your hands, a dofus grin on your face with tears in the corners of your eyes - because your sun and moon was home. He was finally home. As it landed and the astronauts got off, you wiped the tears from your eyes, knowing that one of them was the boy you promised to love with all of you being and until you died. You finally made it past forever, something that was supposed to be impossible.

When you got home that day, you called his mom to know when you could finally see him, and you two planned for you to see him next week. And now it’s next week, you’re standing outside his door with your fist raised, ready to knock on the door, and for some reason, you’re afraid. Of him having fallen out of love. Of him having had changed. Of so many things, but when your knuckles come down on the door and he opens, the first thing you could ask as tears entered your eyes was, “Was it beautiful?” He smiled at you, a teary eyed smile, and replied, “Yeah,” you let out a breath before he continued, “but not even half as beautiful as you.”

#my writings !!#mark lee scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #i'm awful at tags #idk what else to tag this as ?#i hope these are enough?

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quiescentgale · 7 years

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「 ※ Winds && Stars carrying on

⋨ ⌣ x ⌢ ⋩ @dethiux ※ 」

Garlic. An essential part of an Italian family home where cooking is the utmost best way to show love. An interesting ingredient that could be used for various amounts of sauces for their ever loving pasta dishes. Not to mention, it could have been used in so many other dishes or medical remedies! However, when it came to the elements of ice scream, Vanitas could have sworn off the stuff for the rest of his life. The male before him might have meant well, and he wasn’t the type to turn down a wholesome gift. Though, a man’s limit was his (limit )! ❛ What the hel– who decided to make a garlic flavor? ❜ Accent thick as the day he was born, the male wondered was the other trying to make a joke out of something or rather he really wasn’t meaning no harm by giving him all of these treats. Either way, Vanitas took the offered items within his glove covered hand and proceeded to open at least one of them. ❛ I guess I should thank you. ❜

Did he usually accept gifts from strangers, especially food? Well, no, but the fact that the other looked so much like his younger brother ( Ventus ) made the raven want to trust him. A sigh slowly moved past his lips, as he opened the first flavor. Strawberry was his favorite, and not because the fruit was implied by so many people to be something of sexual manner. No, no and no. He loved it because it reminded him of his childhood, back when his father took him to the vineyards where he grew up. Back to when his mother wasn’t sick like she was now, and back to when his life was so much easier to handle. How odd such a small gesture of a treat could bring back so many fond ( memories ) of a time where he was the most happiest. Lately, he’s done nothing but live in the past, worship the people that no longer exist in his perimeter, and get caught up on the so many ‘ what if’s ‘. It was nice to leave all of that behind for but a simple moment.

❛ I can’t remember when I stopped to have ice cream like this. ❜ Silly, of him to allow himself to drift along like this. What if the other could have been a spy? What if he was just using ( prosthetic’s ) to make himself look like an older version of his kid brother!? It could have been done, it has been done before! People within the assassin bureau has come up with many different ways to out do each other! Vanitas paused while eating, lowering his golden orbs towards Ven before taking another bite. ❛ Come to think of it, who might you be? ❜ No, he wasn’t going to attack him, not when there were so many people around. Too many witnesses to make a fatal attack now, and it wasn’t wise to tarnish his work ethics now of all places. ❛ It’s not ‘a every day people give others ‘a treat ya see. . ❜

The other would understand, no? He was after all, the head of his father’s clan. A natural born heir to the whole Vaniti era. He had to be cautious, especially until he had born an heir for himself. And most importantly, what the heck was up with that darn garlic flavor? ‘ Who the hell in their right minds would give me this?’ He thought, over and over while finishing the other treat. Now working on the banana flavored one, a complete ( glutton ) even if he would have denied it until the day he died. ‘ Maybe I am being to conscience about this, he’s just a dude who gave me something nice. .’ Ugh, since when did he become such a fking sap? ❛ Ya know, don’t even answer that question. Most of all, you didn’t see me. ❜ He slowly got up from the bench he was sitting at, ready to head for his car still waiting at the parking meter. A nerve twitched as he paused, looking back towards the other – serious, but not really.

❛ Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you. ❜

▹ ☆ Vanitas ☆ ◃

✣ 「ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─ Something about this ‘Vanitas’ that sounded so entirely wrong in Ventus’ ears, yet the blond brushed it off, as he was too much eagerly seeing the man, his darker half here, and A L I V E not like when Ventus have shattered them both, and crushed his hope; no matter what beautiful lies Xehanort had promised. The desperate hopelessness within his eyes were enough to break his fragment of a heart a thousand times over. Poorly in misjudging his other half, if only the Wayward Wind Master had understood him more... looked passed the threats, the insults, the bitterness, and anger... there was just someone who wished to be whole, someone who wanted with great desperation for the pain to stop... and Ventus being black and white, had not seen the hurting... had been nothing but cold stone C R U E L rejection, upon rejection... and ended him. And that... had no way been 「 S a l v a t i o n 」, no way Vanitas had deserve any of that and... It was just plainly out of necessity...

“W-Wait! Wait a minute!” Snapping his head up, realizing that he was leaving and Ventus... Ventus have so many questions. So many times to say. A thousand words begging to be spoken... yet, his throat constricted and clamp up. Sputtering and stuttering, nothing came out nothing but unintelligent and dumb questions. “You’re... You’re Vanitas, aren’t you?” Of course he is, you dummy! Reprimanding himself in his own head. Nervously eclipse the friendliness mannerism prior. “Please don’t go,” Not again. Not before he could ushered out those words from his Hearts. Ventus needed to say those words before he can rest at ease. “I was... really surprised that you’re... a-alive,” but how could he? ‘I struck him down didn’t I?’ Someone please explain to him how can there be more Vanitas around if not THAT him? His looks were the say. His speech pattern, the death threat, his awkwardness in mannerism, ( Even if his accent was a little strange ) lack of friendliness and usual crude usage of words, how can this N o t be Vanitas?

“But, you’re here! And I’m glad,” Boldly, something Ventus had never done before, taken ‘Vanitas’ arm in his, halting anymore steps to move away, staring hopefully up at his taller darker half, continuously convincing himself, this is him. Blindly seeking out that single forgiveness. Not out of selfish self satisfaction, but he needed his other half to know the truth, needed him to U n d e r s t a n d , had Ventus had another option, never forced into that no way out corner... then things would have been different. “I know it is a little strange. Especially coming from me, but please, I need you to hear me out.” Ignoring at the by standers or passing by crowds, watching as if they were watching a novelty movie being played in front of them; Men and women seemed to find the scene more a little romantic misunderstanding, but Ventus ignored them all. His world, zoned onto this single person here.

“Can’t you... just please give me a chance?”

To make up for the pain he’d caused, the suffering silently inflicted upon, and the tears he’d seen Vanitas shed. The gut wrenching feeling doubled and it wasn’t just an echo anymore. Just was deafening. A hollow aching that won’t leave, but the V o i d becoming larger. Wider. C o n s u m i n g . Eroding away at what’s left of his fragment of a heart. even now, Ventus can feel it crumbling away underneath his feet. It was repentance for the Light that ended his Darkness. No Yang can live without their Yin, Ventus had finally understand the full gravity of it now. “Please?”

#dethiux #quiescentgale #Reversed verse #((ah idk if this even compared to your reply ;v;#Ventus is just an emotional wreck #and blindly ignoring this isn't his Vanitas))#≸ ◈ ✪ 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 have 𝓐𝔀𝓪𝓴𝒆𝓷𝒆𝓭 - Qυıeš¢eит Шind no 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 - But a ƓᗩĿƐ ✪ ◈ ≹

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his eyes diminished to taut lines. his heart jolted to and fro, gaily as it went, but something much darker encumbered her chest and he was beginning to see its gloom eclipse her auric rondures. the ample innards of his cheeks clamped between rows of argent pearls, urging dregs of champagne to ooze from the skin, urging the pain to alert the receptors in his brain. anxieties arose that perhaps the games they were playing were not the same, and once they collided, it could be devastating. he needed to be S H A R P E R. for an inane moment, he desired nothing more than to reach out and touch her. feel the pulse throbbing beneath unsullied flesh and align his to match. zach’s attention became diverted among the arising of a challenge from a competitor he could crush in an instant, should he need to. he almost pitied him. zach’s spine erected slowly, eyes connecting with asher’s. ❝ that is a good question, asher, ❞ he mocked, with all the innocence of a child playing upon his smile. alex continued to eject barbed falsities hoping that one of the thorns would puncture his sorry heart, but he was too occupied with trying to deduct her mindset to feel the sting. she deserted the threesome, and two pairs of eyes colossal with anticipation settled upon him. at this point, he had almost omitted faith’s presence from his precinct entirely. ❝ to be honest with you, asher, i wanted to F U C K her so badly that it was all i could think about for weeks. but she wasn’t having it, you know? like you said, ❞ his eyes widened mockingly, ❝ complicated, isn’t she? but eventually she caved, just like she did for you, and the rest is history. in alex’s words, that was practically a lifetime ago. but this is now. did you ever stop to wonder why she’s never mentioned me? ❞ zach stands, approaches asher, then bends to his knees until they’re eye-level with one another. he wasn’t sure his risk would pay-off, but he took it, because he couldn’t live his life wondering what the look on his face would be if he didn’t. his voice lowers to a whisper that only asher can hear. ❝ did you ever wonder what that tattoo on her hip was? Z-J-W. that’s all me, asher. ❞ he tilts his head in the direction she fled. ❝ everything you curl up at night with, everything you play happy families with, that’s all ME. and i swear to you, you don’t know the half of it. if you think i’m a handful, she’s the weight of the fucking world and it’s about to come crashing down and break your fucking shoulders. ❞ he stands and turns to the two of them like a famously esteemed host, grinning bashfully. ❝ well! you both heard the lady. if she comes back to a champagne-less table, it’s all of our necks on the line. and a promise is a promise. ❞ he pivots away and saunters to the bar, positioning himself just right to catch her as she exits the restroom. he orders a fresh bottle of ❝ whatever the fuck the little brunette ordered earlier, please, ❞ and caught her by the hook of the arm as she emerged through the doorway. ❝ hi, gorgeous. what’s with the attitude? i thought we were f r i e n d s now, ❞ he utters playfully into the shell of her ear. and as if the gods themselves were watching over him, the opening notes of hotel californiabegan to ring through the lounge speakers. he suddenly becameINFECTED. he waltzes her toward the booth, spinning her body beneath his raised arm in a twisted dance, displaying her to asher and faith as though they were four close companions sharing a laugh, singing to the group, a private zach winthrop show attracting the eyes of other guests. ❝ baby, it’s ourS O N G ! ❞ he crows spiritedly, loud enough for the group to hear, giggling to himself. and for that moment, the song does what it always does for him – elevated his spirits to near euphoric, the haunting lyrics chiming between his ears acting as some kind of temporaryspell.

ebullient champagne coursed through her negligible tenement like calescent cruor deluging through a chasmal wound. she felt I L L & it wasn’t because she was lush with sweet liquor. alexandra nudged the restroom door open, arching ( s w a n k ) curves to determine if any intoxicated patrons lingered within the stalls. they were uninhabited and for a moment, she felt placated by the silence. she placed a hand on her stomach, the other outstretching to balance upon the frosted, marble sink. was it as temperate as she perceived? she inhaled, haltingly drawing in cool breaths to soothe the fire that consumed her embodiment. ❝ it’s fine, you’re fine, ❞ she persuaded herself, well acquainted with the afflictive symptoms of P A N I C. her heart thrashed against her chest and it ached, pinching and twisting within its delicate confinement. i’m dying; ❝you’re not dying, you’re breathing. you’re fine, snap out of it. ❞ alex careened on lux four – inch heels, her head parallel with the tiled floor. her coping skills were I N U T I L E, pointless when pressed against the thought of having to face him again. he couldn’t help but to be vile. he couldn’t ( h e l p ) but to torture her, even though he explicitly expressed his disinterest in her for the time being. so, why couldn’t he just leave her be? she was T R Y I N G to the best of her ability, but he had to keep prodding and pushing. alex frantically reached for the sink faucet, her eyes fixated upon the pallid flooring as the water rushed over her fingertips. meanwhile, asher swilled the bitter taste of bourbon between his cheeks, intrigued by zach’s persistent interest in H I S girlfriend. he sneered softly, his foot deliberately pouncing up and down as he awaited a nauseating response from the psychopath. i wanted to F U C K her so badly, of course he did. asher curled his fingers into tight fists, knuckles kissed lily white, & ready to clout zach’s inviting jaw, but he resisted. he couldn’t – with a budding reputation, the last kind of headline he desired was one that pined him against an industry veteran; no matter how satisfying and how deserving it was. ❝ tattoo? it’s actually funny that you mention it, because i can’t say that i’ve ever seen it. she must have had it covered, ❞ he lied with a twist of hisimpeccably chiseled features. ❝ and i just suspect she never mentioned you because you weren’t worth the conversation. you had such an intense relationship, but i never even knew you existed in her world. ❞ asher averted his gaze to the dainty blonde beside him who must have been abhorred at the notion that her charming sovereign was actually a fucking M O N S T E R. what could he say to make it better? if he could have shoved the words back down zach’s throat, he would have. moments later, alexandra had self – soothed, collecting her composure before she escaped the limits of the quaint restroom. one meager foot in front of the other, she ambled through the lounge like she owned it, lustrous tresses sweeping the curve of her back. her parity, however, had been disrupted by a hot hand coiling around her petite limb. ❝ what the fuck are you doing? ❞ she directed, her brows furrowed together in provocation as he taunted her. ❝ if i wasn’t trying to be your friend, i would have already buried you. consider yourself lucky. ❞ he gripped her lithe silhouette against his, defeating any attempts she may have made to writhe free. ❝ zach, ❞ she whined softly as he paraded her through the bar and back toward their respective dates. ❝ you’re making a fool of yourself. stop it. ❞ the song was P A I N F U L, his display ( e x c r u c i a t i n g ) as he carelessly whipped her around. O U R song; asher’s broken tinctures bore into her. ❝ really? ❞ he fashioned with a nimble shake of his head. and he’d been so sure he’d won her affection with diligence, but he was only a reminder of what she didn’t have. she’d fucking had it. ❝ what is fucking wrong with you? your girlfriend is R I G H T here. why would you do this? are you that fucked? ❞ her prostrated muscle begged for relief as it pounded, threatening to drag her back into the depths of her angst. ❝ god, give it a – ❞ she suppressed the sonants, terrified they would suffocate her. ❝ don’t do this, ❞ she managed. { you didn’t want me, why are you acting like you can’t fucking live without me? just tell me what you fucking want. }

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