#but in response to me thinking about why i didn't like twilight

[arielmagicesi]

lesbian and ace girl solidarity is definitely thinking that our friends were attracted to men as a long-running bit. finding out that the reason they ‘acted like boy crazy idiots’ was not, in fact, because they were trying to ‘conform to society’s standards’ but because that is how teenagers act when they are experiencing real live sexual attraction that they’re not repressing... like I am so sorry for how I made fun of you in my diary for liking Justin Bieber or whatever

#this is just my hooty hoo dumbass post i guess #but in response to me thinking about why i didn't like twilight #i mean. twilight objectively sucks. #but i probably would've been super into like. first kill. which is lesbian twilight. don't fucking @ me that's what it is #terrible terrible writing. problematic racial dynamics. glimpses of potentially interesting worldbuilding that we ignore in favor of #the boring-ass main couple looking into each other's eyes and saying melodramatic shit #but yeah if i'd seen THAT at age thirteen? i would've been all over it #i would've ignored the bad writing because ommmggg pretty girls kissing wooooow i am hypnotized... #and i have to imagine that's what my straight girl acquaintances were doing with robert pattinson #and sorry to my followers if you loved first kill. i watch riverdale i can't very well judge #but i just. long sigh. i did not enjoy it #and there's more serious criticisms i could make but i'm not gonna put a manifesto in the tags beyond what i already have #anyway #written by me

[kookslastbutton]

in your arms ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: You wake up next to your boyfriend for the first time since moving in with him.

Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader

AU/Genres: pwp, smut, fluff, established relationship, one shot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 1,680

Warnings: cussing, jk teasing oc, soft pouty jk, of is restless sleeper which makes jk lowkey sad, sexual content

sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, morning s*x, kind of rough s*x, unprotected s*x (Don't be like them!) , d*try talk, m*ssionary, b*gging, b**b kink?, sl*t calling once (tame)

Now Playing: A Thousand Years

A/N: needed dometic koo after listening to piano guys play thousand years. I have not seen Twilight but I like the sound track lol. Hope you enjoy! 💞

"You snore." Is the first thing he says to you, eyeing you from the other side of the bed. He's downright adorable with half his face tucked behind the fluffy comforter.

"I do?" You roll on your side. The soft linen brushing against your skin reminds you of your bare state. Last night was the first time you spent the night at Jungook's since moving in. He was a little eager to get you in his bed to say the least.

Jungkook nods in response, eyes still barely peaking out from the covers.

"But...I don't." You smile sheepishly. Many things you're known for doing in bed but snoring was not one of them. You're sure of it. "I definitely don't," you repeat in disbelief. "You're being a little shit again aren't you?"

A grin slowly spreads on your boyfriend's face—his eyes revealing all. What a menace as always. His playful spirit makes you giggle.

"Did you sleep okay?" You yawn and rub your tired eyes.

Jungkook shimmies himself closer to you. His nose is inches away from your the nape of your neck. "No," he says. "You were so far away from me the whole night."

The comforter he was tugging on earlier is now folded under his arm. From this angle, you can trace every muscle on his inked arm, so you do, with the tips of your fingers. "I'm sorry koo, I'm such a restless sleeper. I didn't kick you did I?"

Since a child you've never been able to sleep in one position. You were always starfishing, flopping from side to side, or genuinely just in the twistiest pretzel-like positions possible. Now and then you'd punch or knee at the bed too, depending how vivid the dream you were having was. That's why for the majority of your life you've slept alone.

Jungkook on the otherhand could sleep anywhere in the same position. All he needed was a good grip on his blankets or in this case, you, and he'd fall fast alseep until the morning. But you were not an easy one to snuggle with, causing him to pout until all hours of the night.

"I'm okay, but can we try cuddling or spooning again tonight? Wanna fall asleep with the girl of my dreams in my arms." Your heart does about ten somersaults. Ever since you hit 6 months, Jungkook's been begging you to move in with him and now that you've finally agreed, he's been coordinating your new living conditions down to the last detail.

He's also stopped refering to the apartment as his—it's now our apartment, our haven, our home.

You remove your hand from his arm to fluff through his messy hair. Something about the silky texture makes you unable to stop yourself. Jungkook likes it too. "Of course we can." Your face drops a few shades. "But I'm not sure if it'll be any different from last night. I might hurt you."

In that very moment your boyfriend props himself up on an elbow and leans himself over your body just enough for you to fall on your back. "No you won't," he insists. The same inked arm curls around your waist, pushing your chests together. "I'll hold ya down this time."

Your cheeks warm up from the gesture.

"What's got you blushing doll?"

"Just that you're everything I was hoping for and more." You wrap both arms around his neck, his lips ghosting over yours. "I love you so much." It's hardly a whisper but Jungkook has no trouble hearing.

"You know I was thinking similar," he says, placing a light kiss to the side of your neck. You hum. This will likely be a regular occurrence now that it's Jungkook you'll be waking up to every morning. His affection knows no bounds.

"You're all mine," he continues, tracing circles on your waist with his thumb. Even with the blankets shielding your naked body from his, you feel every imprint of his touch. "I'm all yours, too. And even if you do end up kicking me in your sleep, I'll alway be back for more because I'm in love with you....just try not to kick my dick though, that would kinda be a bummer for both of us." He shoots a quick wink and you snort.

"Sorry," you cover part of your face. "That was so ugly of me." Jungkook's heard you snort a thousand times but you've still a little self conscious about it.

"Its cute."

"Stop, you dont have to say that."

"It's cute because I like making you laugh and seeing you happy make—"

"Makes you horny." You finish the sentence, cackling at his suddenly doe-eyed expression. "I can feel your erection on my thigh Kook."

"Oh," he looks down at himself. Did he think he was being smooth and all trying to hide it and all? You're boyfriend's cute but a good liar he is not. "Well can I stick it in or not?" He looks at you again, expectanty.

"Kook!" You just had sex last night and to be honest you're a little sore from it as well as flopping around in your sleep all night.

Jungkook however is imposible to refuse with his pouty lips and big, ferocious eyes. He simultaneously wants to cuddle you to death and fuck you silly every second of the day. You ask him which he wants to do, he will always want both....at least twice in one go.

"I'll make it quick, promise. And it'll feel good too."

Once you give the okay Jungkook climbs on top of you from under the sheets. You spread your thighs, allowing him to slip in—which he easily does given the fact that he wasn't the only one all worked up.

"Fuck," he breaths above you, hands gripping the mattress on either side of your head. "Such a perfect pussy you know that? Always so wet for me."

"Yes Kook," you let out a small whine. Jungkook's dick always makes you so full so fast. "Fuck me."

"You want it huh?" He teases even though it's him who started this. "You want my big cock to stretch your tiny pussy? Make you scream? Say you want it baby. Need to hear it from you."

You concede to your boyfriend and tell him how much you want it. "Mhm please, need your cock Kook. Want it so bad, want it to make me come, please."

"Greedy little thing aren't you," he seethes, thrusting into you at a slow pace. "Just got fucked three times last night and still want more. What does that make you hm?"

"A slut." Jungkook growls when the words leave your lips. He ends up fucking into you faster, loving the sight of your breasts bounce up and down at the quickened pace. You move to grip onto both boobs but he growls again, letting you know his obvious disapproval.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he grunts. "And don't you dare think about covering yourself up. Wanna see every bit of you."

You do as he says and he sinks further in you, cock finding that sweet spot at the same time. "Fuckfuckfuck," he chants. "So needy aren't you? Swallowing my cock like it's nothing for your pussy. Who taught you how to take cock this well huh?"

"Jungkook!" You scream when you feel the knot get stronger in the pit of your stomach. You boyfriend smirks and starts kissing up and down your neck.

"Say it again. Who taught you to take cock this well?"

"You—you Jungkook, you did. Please, gonna come soon." You claw his muscular back, knowing your high is about to come swift and fast. You hope to god he lets you come too. Last night he made you wait and wait. You had to keep begging him until he was fully satisfied. You squirted a lot and it was hot but you can't do that again so soon.

"Come for me baby," he coos. "Show me what I taught you back when all you knew how to do was give head. Gonna soak my cock now aren't you? I'm already so wet from your slick, fuck."

"Jungkook—oh god," you moan one last time before finally releasing. Your boyfriend let's out a deep, breathy groan and continues to thrust into for the sake of his own high. "Kook, please, please tell me you're close. It's almost too much."

"Shit just hold tight for me a little longer baby, I'm so close." He fucks into a few more times then spills himself into your warm cunt. You both bask in post-orgasmic blish until your boyfriend leans his head down to capture your lips. It's a bit of a sloppy kiss but still fiery and passionate.

He slips off you after a minute or two of making out, hair sticking to his forehead. "I'm so glad you said yes to moving in."

"What? You just want me here for the sex?" You pant, playful glimmer in your eye.

Jungkook shakes his head. "Of course not." You move to rest your head on his shoulder. "The sarcasm's nice too."

You roll your eyes. You'll be doing this all over again tonight. Maybe he'll be able to keep you in his arms tonight this time—you truly hope.

A/N: thanks for reading! Lmk your thoughts 💞

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[pablitogavii]

NNN

Apperantelly, in America there's this thing called no nut november ;))

After hearing about it and making a bet with his friends (without thinking obv!!), Pablo was trying his best to be a winner of NNN. Everyone who knows Pablo, knows he LOVES to win and this challenge was no different.

First week was relatively easy because he was away most of the time for Champions League so there were not as man temptations as when he's home with you...like right now ;)

"Why would you agree to something so stupid amor!? It's pointless!!" you said removing your makeup in the bathroom wearing one of your new thongs.

"It's a proof of character and strenght of mind princesa!" Pablo said from the bedroom and you rolled your eyes (he didn't see it but he knew you did it).

"It's literally a relationship destroyer! Plus, there is no way you'll win Pablito!" you said stepping out of the bathroom immediately noticing your boy eyeing your new thongs.

"Hmm..why..um..why not princesa??" he was asking meanwhile his eyes staring directly at your pussy and his lower lip hanging adorably. He was craving you and you used it to your advantage ;)

"Because most of your friends are single..and it's harder for a taken man to resist..much..harder" you smirk touching his clear bulge but he pulls away running his hand through his sweaty hair. You were torturing him!!

"You should put some clothes on princesa!" he said and you giggled shaking your head and jumping towards the bathroom making your ass cheeks jiggle. That made pablo gulp..maybe he hasn't thought this through as he thought..

"Hm they are my new thongs..do you like them Pablitoo??" you teased wiggling your butt in front of his face and he smacked it roughly making you whine and jump to look back at him.

"I can still do that, so behave!!" he said clenching his jaw and you rolled your eyes calling him "no fun!" before jumping to bed.

Ever since that night,, you made it impossible for the poor boy to complete his task. For the next two weeks you would do everything in your power to drive Pablo mad every time he was spending time with you. It became too much fun!!

Every time he is laying in bed waiting for you, you would "accidentally" straddle his lap to fix your pillow before laying down and raising your hips up so that you bum was impossible to miss. Oh, and Pablo certainly didn't miss it. He would always place blanket over it to help himself (twilight anyone?). He would kiss your neck before saying a quick "goodnight" and trying desperately to sleep.

"I'm missing you amor.." you pout during a movie night since he was so far away and you just wanted your cuddle bear back not even caring about anything more(well you were always down to tease and make this challenge harder for him tho).

"Bueno..I'm gonna cuddle you but be good, vale?" he said moving closer and you nod although giving him naughty eyes. He knew he was in a world of trouble the moment your hands were on his body.

The longer the movie laster, the more wandering your hand got moving slowly downwards making him continually gulp and observe your actions.

"Amoor!! Basta!" he said and your grinned looking up as his hand gripped your raising it up and placing it on his heart again.

"Why is it so important for you to win this..!?" you whined starting to kiss his neck and he pulled back shaking his head no in response. Ughh you hated this!!

"Because they keep saying I'll fail cause I have a girl and I like to prove them all wrong!" he said and you sighed getting up and saying you were in no mood for a movie anymore just leaving to the bedroom.

You were so needy and desperate being touch starved but knew Pablo's rules were clear about touching yourself without permission..nobody touches what's his quoting him anytime you tried asking in the past.

"Amoor! Por favor..touch me..I need you pleasee!!" you whined when he joined you and Pablo told you that the month is over soon and that he will pleasure you properly then. But you didn't want "properly"..you wanted something..anything..right now.

"So just let me touch myself then!!" you say back angrily feeling his hand grip your neck as he came closer to your face.

"The answer is 'no' preciosa! You're mine and only mine!" he said and you gave him innocent eyes while nodding your head submissively..damn it he still got that effect on you!!

"Now shut up and cuddle me!" he said pulling you in as both of you fell asleep utterly unsatisfied and tired. This f sucked!!

"Someone haven't been sleeping..did our little Pablito cave??" Ferran teased during Practice and Pablo had enough really snapping this time.

"NO, I haven't cabrón! I didn't sleep cause she would cuddle up so close to me, I swOre to god I was gonna explode! This is stupidest thing I've ever chose to do!" Pablo just went to the dressing room where Balde was ready to add salt to his wound.

"You know I've heard stories of girls cheating much more during nnn because their guys don't satisfy them properly.." he said and that was the end of it as Pablo grabbed his bag and practically ran home.

Balde's words kept replaying in his head as he imagined some other man fucking you sensless in your shared apartment while he was on training..he was done with this bullshit! He wants you and will have you now!

"AMOR!" Pablo yelled barging inside like a maniac and you jumped in the kitchen while washing some salad later for lunch.

"Que pasa Pablito!? You alright??" you ask walking up to him and touching his face while he looked at your body wearing your home dress that looked way too delicious on your right now. Pablo couldn't resist anymore.

"Ohh nena.." he groaned placing his hands on your ass which took you a little by surprise after week of touch starvation. It felt nice to feel his hands on your body again..but why now??

"Que haces cariño??" you say while his eyes were practically glued on your cleavage as his bulge hardened more inside his shorts.

"Mm let's go.." he said and you raised your eyebrows deciding to play hard to get a little after being so patient for him.

"Go where??" you played dumb and he smirked looking towards your shared bedroom and then back at your lips while licking his own.

"But your challenge? You wanted to win." you say moving your hands to his shoulders while his moved up to grip your breast and then back down to your ass. Fuck..he was feeling you up and it felt SO DAMN GOOD!!!

"Here's a new challenge..make my girl cum until she passes out with my dick still buried deep inside her perfect pussy!!" he said grabbing your hips wrapping your legs around his torso carrying you towards your shared bedroom being utterly done with NNN!!!

Hope you enjoyes;) An idea sparked and vuola!!

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[avatar-anna]

Can You Keep a Secret?

summary: in which Twilight did not prepare you for the real world

just a fun little blurb about vampires because it's spooky season!

"So you're a—"

"Yep."

"With fangs and everything?"

"Afraid so."

"But how did you—"

"I think it was when I went to a club. I thought someone with a studded collar ran into me and then proceeded to get roofied because the next thing I remember was waking up in a park with a massive headache and covered in dirt."

Y/n looked over her friend, eyeing his appearance warily. Her initial response was to step back, more like sprint in the other direction. But the shock of this revelation rooted her to the spot. The floor of her dorm room, specifically.

"You said that all in one breath," Y/n said. She wasn't really sure why, it was just the first thing that came out of her mouth.

"I don't think I have breath anymore," Harry said.

"Right," she said. "Because you're..."

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"I think so."

Y/n probably shouldn't have, but she stepped closer to him, peering at him with wide eyes. With her pointer finger, she poked his cheek. "You don't...look dead."

"Thanks?"

"Are you sure you're not on some acid trip?" she asked. "Maybe I'm on an acid trip."

"Nope. This is real. And it's happening," Harry said. "I'm starting to get hungry, I'm afraid."

Y/n immediately pulled her hand away from his face and practically leaped away from him. "Oh. Did you come here to—"

"No," Harry said quickly. He reached for her, but when he saw her flinch, he stayed put. "I think the overall disgustingness of actually having to drink blood has kept me from actually doing it. But—"

"But you'll have to eventually," Y/n finished for him.

"I didn't know who else to turn to," Harry confessed, distress seeping into his features. "I'm terrified and confused and am quickly starting to realize that the sun now gives me a strange heat rash and I don't want to eat people but the thought of killing an animal also just seems cruel, so—"

"Let me think," Y/n said, reaching out to hold Harry's hand. It was cold, so unlike the warm touch she'd grown used to. But the touch itself felt the same. Even though there was no blood actually rushing through his veins, he still felt like her friend. He was still her friend.

Y/n paced the floor of her dorm for a moment, rushing to close the blinds on her window when she realized Harry was confined to one corner of the room. She wasn't sure what the hell she was supposed to do in this situation. Dracula didn't seem all that accurate at the moment, or any other iteration of creatures of the night. But Harry was her friend, her best friend. She had to think of something.

"Wait here," she said suddenly before quickly leaving her room, nabbing a to-go cup she'd forgotten to throw out earlier.

She raced to the end of the hall where the bathroom was, shoving her way inside and locking herself in a stall. Holding the cup with shaking hands, she plucked her keys from her sweatshirt pocket, where she kept a bottle opener.

It took longer than she expected, and she felt a little woozy by the end of it, but for the time being, cutting open her hand and letting blood spill into the cup was the best she could think of. It would buy them some time to come up with a better solution.

Y/n hurried back to her room, leaning against it once she was safely back inside. Harry was still there, staring closely at himself in the mirror by her bed with his teeth bared. At the sound of the door, though, he turned around.

"I knew it was you coming down the hall," he mentioned absentmindedly.

"You did? How'd you even know it was me?"

Harry shrugged. "Your...heartbeat sounded... familiar ," he said quickly.

Y/n looked at him funny, knowing there was something he wasn't telling her, which she found odd seeing as he told her he was a literal vampire, but she let it go. Instead, she thrusted the cup toward him.

"Here," she said. "I figured this was safer than biting me and possibly losing control."

Harry took the cup gingerly, eyeing the contents with a grimace. But Y/n caught a flicker of something in his eye. Hunger, she realized. He didn't want to drink it, but he did.

"Could you maybe turn around?"

"Oh. Of course, sorry," Y/n said, a blush blooming on her cheeks.

She faced the door as Harry murmured his thanks. He must've dug in the moment she turned around because he could hear him slurping from the straw still in the cup. He was done in seconds, and by the time she turned around, he was wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, the tips of his canines peaking out past his lips.

Fangs, Y/n thought. He really has fangs.

The reality of the situation seemed to hit her all of the sudden, and her knees buckled. Harry was there in a split second, and if that along with the other startling revelations from today weren't quite literally blowing her mind, she would've laughed at the parallel to that scene in Twilight.

That was all gone now. Harry was still pale, but there was more color in his skin now, culminating in his cheeks. His green eyes were more vibrant now, his lips an unfair shade of cherry red. He looked more handsome, because of course that was what reigned true among all the vampire lore there was out there, but he looked...well, he looked more alive, at least.

"You okay?" Harry asked, looking down at her.

His brows were furrowed with concern, and this close to her face, Y/n could tell the subtle differences that little bit of her blood made. She hadn't realized it before when he'd first come to her dorm, but his skin had been paler than it normally was and the planes of his face more pronounced than usual. He'd had dark bags under his eyes, and his usually curly hair had been rather limp and dull looking.

"Y/n?"

"I—Sorry. It probably wasn't much, but the impromptu blood donation kind of took it out of me," she managed to say, shaking away her reverie and steeping out of the hold Harry had her in.

"It was enough. Thank you," Harry said. "I actually feel a lot better."

"Did it taste like blood?" Y/n asked, curious to know the answer. Vampire shows always made it seem as though blood tasted like fine wine, but it was still just blood.

"I guess? Yes and no. No copper taste," he said.

Y/n hummed thoughtfully. She moved to sit on her bed, but faltered a step when the dizziness returned. Harry caught her again before helping her sit on top of her bed. He went straight for her snack drawer, which she kept in the first drawer at her desk instead of school supplies. Harry had helped himself to the multitude of goodies that resided there since they became friends, and Y/n had started to put more of what he seemed to like in it subconsciously, steadily learning his late night and study session snack preferences.

She supposed that was all different now.

"Here," Harry said, handing her a bar and a bag of cookies. "They hand these out at blood drives right?"

"Thanks," Y/n said, making room for him on her bed.

She ate in silence, Harry clearly having a lot on his mind. She had about a million questions, starting with how the hell was he going to pull off keeping this a secret and ending with did his skin sparkle in the sun. But Y/n kept them to herself while she ripped into her bag of cookies, slowly eating them while she waited for either of them to say something .

"Is your hand okay?"

Y/n looked down at where she'd hastily wrapped the cut on her hand in damp paper towels from the bathroom. It was pretty red, probably needed a bandage, but that hadn't really occurred to her while she was feeding her best friend who had accidentally got himself turned into a vampire.

"It stings," she said. "Sorry, does it bother you? I can—"

"It's fine, I just—I don't like that you had to hurt yourself for me."

Harry had been her friend since they started college together. They'd met in psychology class and had been study buddies ever since. And regular buddies, and now there wasn't anyone she trusted more. And that meant she knew him. Harry had always been protective of her, in a brotherly way, she often reminded herself. Y/n realized he probably wouldn't have been a huge fan of her plan if she'd explained it to him.

"It was just this once," she reassured him. "Just this once until we come up with a plan."

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this," Harry said, his shoulders slumping. "I just didn't know who else to turn to."

Y/n was reminded of a book she'd once read that had vampires in it—maybe she was the person to turn to for all this—that said that vampires had more intense feelings than a normal person, that every feeling, good or bad, was dialed to eleven. She didn't know if that was true in Harry's case. Hell, she didn't know what was true anymore. But on the off chance it was, it was probably in Harry's best interest to lift his spirits.

"I'm your friend, I'd be pissed if you didn't," she said. "We'll figure this out together, I promise."

"I'm not letting you do that again, though, okay? Don't hurt yourself for my sake. It's way too dangerous," he told her seriously. He looked at her, eyes boring into hers, and Y/n suddenly didn't want to look anywhere else but his eyes. She marveled at the peculiar shade of green that made up his irises, and the full lashes that framed them. She didn't want to blink so as not to stop looking at them for even a moment. All she wanted to do was stare. Stare and not hurt herself for him—

"Y/n? You with me?" Harry asked, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

Y/n blinked, thoughts of Harry's pretty eyes vanishing with the sharp sound coming from his fingers. Shaking her head, she looked away. Well, compulsion is real, she told herself. She'd have to start keeping a list. A Comprehensive List of What is True and What Popular Culture Has Lied About Regarding Vampirism.

"We are going to figure this out," she said with more confidence than she felt. "I am a woman of science, and there has to be an explanation for all this. I mean, you said it yourself, someone had to turn you right? At the club?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, but—"

"Then that means there's at least one other vampire out there, which probably means there's more. And they can't just be starving in the shadows. There has to be a method to all this," she said, the gears in her brain already turning.

"I suppose," he said sullenly.

"Cheer up, H," Y/n said. "We're going to figure this out, okay? You're not alone."

Harry looked at her skeptically, his eyes scanning her up and down, perhaps trying to decide if she suffered a brain injury on the way back from the bathroom. But he merely nodded and said, "You're taking this all exceptionally well."

He had a point there, but maybe the shock would come later. "Life just got a little more interesting, that's all."

Harry smiled, and Y/n couldn't help but look at his canines. They looked normal, but she knew what was hiding beneath now. "So," he said, clapping his hands together. "Where do we start? Vampire lore? Finding the person who did this? How to safely acquire blood?"

"Statistics," Y/n said. She reached down for her backpack and pulled out her textbook, setting it before them. When she looked up at Harry, she laughed at the bewildered look on his face. "What? Just because you died and came back to life doesn't mean you can stop going to school."

"Um, I think that's exactly what it means," Harry argued, baffled by the topic change.

"I don't think so, Styles. If I have to suffer through my senior year, then so do you."

Harry only protested a little more before reaching for his own books. Silence settled between them comfortably as they sat shoulder to shoulder. Her mind was still partially coming up with a plan to keep him fed while she went over her notes, but she imagined she'd be doing a lot of multitasking from now on.

After a while, Harry bumped her shoulder with his. She looked up, and the look of sincerity on his face made her heart stutter. "Thank you."

It took a moment to respond, and this time she could blame the compulsion. "Of course. You'd do the same for me."

Harry seemed content to leave it at that. Y/n reached for her pen, then winced. "On second thought, maybe the first order of business is to get my hand fixed up."

"Right. Of course," Harry agreed, helping her off the bed and following her out of her dorm.

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[multifixwritings]

If it Does Rain

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Jasper Hale x GN!Reader Summary: Jasper is worried about what could happen to you if Edward and Bella's budding relationship goes wrong. Words: 809 (drabble) Note: This is an old piece from years ago. I believe it came from a request for one of my previous writing blogs. It's pretty bad—I like to believe I have improved since then—but I figure we can just laugh at it together.

The Cullen-Hale family were not the only ones watching with rapt interest—interest which ranged from anger to excitement to concern—as Edward crossed the parking lot with the new girl tucked under his arm. Everyone found the sight fascinating and could not seem to pry their stares away from the unlikely couple to maintain even just a shred of their own decency.

You didn't have to be within hearing distance to know what Bella had just whispered to him, so soft and quiet as to not draw any more attention (as though there was any left to give). The warm color rising to her face would have been a key giveaway if you hadn't known her well enough to just know.

She was your sister, after all.

Your focus drifted away from them in response to the increasing tension radiating from the body at your side. A frown tugged at your mouth as you looked to your boyfriend, who had gone completely rigid with something other than the fight for control that consumed him every minute he was forced to be around his "peers." It worried you what might have been going through his mind as he watched his youngest brother hold open his car door for your fragile, human sister.

You reached over the console and took his hand in yours, gently. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered much had you gripped it hard enough to bruise—the bruises would have adorned your hand. A side effect of such a supernatural existence and stat of being that the Olympic Coven (and others around the globe) lived.

"You're worried," you observed.

Jasper sat still as the marble he looked to be sculpted of. Behind the tinted windows, he was safe from prying eyes who might have thought to follow in your footsteps and dig deeper into the Cullen-Hale enigma than they should (and subsequently be faced with a far less desirable outcome than you). The only witnesses were you and his family.

After a moment, he squeezed your hand and looked to you, a half-hearted smirk tipping his perfect lips up at the corner. "I thought I was the empath."

His deeply instilled Southern drawl made your heart flutter. It had ever since the first time you'd heard it, and you didn't think it would ever not hold the same effect over you so long as your heart was still beating. But his attempt to lighten the air—a wave of calm reassurance flowed into your mind, chipping away at the tension which ate at the edges of your soul—did not erase the consternation sinking in his deep gaze.

"I don't need special abilities to know when you're upset—and yours aren't going to make me feel any better until you've talked to me."

Jasper dented his forehead in frustration. He never wanted to be the reason for anything but your happiness and safety. His habit of shutting you out of his problems he still thought aided that, as he didn't relish the idea of you having even more burden to bear, but he knew you hated when he did.

You arched a brow at his momentary silence and slowly rubbed your thumb over his sculpted knuckles.

He sighed and leaned back in the driver's seat, two actions performed more out of habit than of need. His fingers curled around the steering wheel until the leather started to strain under the pressure.

"If they end badly," he said, "it all ends badly."

Jasper gently removed his hand from under yours to start the car. The engine rumbled to life as the meaning behind his words vibrated between you. It took a lot of restraint not to roll your eyes at his incessant paranoia that he had always displayed when vulnerable and alone with you.

You managed to keep your soft expression because you knew why he worried so much. As the newest "vegetarian," as Dr. Cullen dubbed their lifestyle, he struggled tremendously with keeping his bloodlust in control. His biggest fear was losing it and killing someone, killing you, and putting his family at risk again.

Taking your respectful silence, he pulled from the parking lot and elaborated vaguely, "A lot could go wrong, and if anythin' does... Them bein' together just puts a lot at stake."

"So do we," you countered, "but we're making it work. We should give Bella and Edward the same chance."

You leaned in and kissed his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. He entwined your fingers and held your hand on your thigh. The silence cocooned the two of you, leaving nothing but the smooth engine to fill the void.

Jasper then lifted your locked hands and kissed the back of yours. "I just don't wanna lose you. I can't."

"You won't. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

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[respectthepetty]

*walks back into the room after saying I was going to let it go*

I got beef with episode eleven of Last Twilight.

NO! YOU DID THE OPPOSITE OF THE RIGHT THING! YOU SUCK!

Your man stood in front of you and said he was afraid to leave you because the last time he wasn't there for someone HE LOVES, she died. He said in front of everyone that he blames himself for his sister's death because he didn't answer her call, and what did you do?!

You made this about YOU! And it makes sense. You have been on this "everyone pities me" tour since the beginning because it was true and accurate; HOWEVER, Mork has never pitied you, and he has shown that for ELEVEN DAMN EPISODES! He has shown you that you are capable of doing things on your own. He has shown you that he loves you regardless of your sight, but that he will be there for you no matter what.

But you know what we haven't seen for eleven episodes? Mork's grief over his sister's death AND YOU HELPING HIM THROUGH IT! But it makes sense because Mork hasn't fully shared that grief, but the second he mentioned it, YOU FIRED HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND THE SAME WAY YOU FIRED HIM AS YOUR CARETAKER IN EPISODE TWO when he freaked out thinking you were harming yourself, and why? Because he lied!

And you know what? YES! Yes, he would have lied to you even if you weren't blind because he JUST told you that this isn't about YOU being blind; this is about HIM being terrified that he is the deciding factor between someone's life and death, and he feels solely responsible for his loved one's lives. But you didn't hear any of that because we are still focused on YOU and your issues surrounding the way you think people see you.

Because if this were really about lying and pity, then you know when would have been the perfect place to express that?

The moment Mork didn't tell you that August was standing *right* there hearing you confess how much you liked him should have been the moment for this whole breakdown about pity, lies, and communication. Mork pitied you there. He omitted telling you that August was there. His pity for you is what stopped him from telling you the truth. He liked you then, but this was still an upsetting moment.

But the end of episode 11 after y'all done said "I love you" and you told Mork to not disappear was the moment you decided to come for Mork while your mama sits there with her armchair philosophy about taking care of someone when HER ASS DONE BEEN M.I.A.

There was no conversation. There was no communication. There was Day making decisions, and Mork abiding.

Night is the only one I respect up in that house right now, and that's on God.

Apologize to my boy, Day!

RIGHT NOW!

#Mork deserved better #Last Twilight #Last Twilight the series #I'm so upset #On the Alan scale I'm at 22 #and rising #I want to let it go #but I'm mad

[archiveikemen]

'I Want To Know Every Inch Of You' Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

♡ thank you @/candied-boys for sharing the story ♡

I was asked by Victor to take the body measurements of the members of Crown for health management purposes and examination—.

The first person I went to was Ellis because he was the easiest to request the favour from, and I was right.

He was very cooperative, and so I was able to quickly take his body measurements.

Kate: Thank you for cooperating, Ellis. I’m done measuring your upper body.

Ellis: That’s great. By the way, Kate, there’s something that's been bothering me…

Ellis: Can you lend me your hand for a little while?

Kate: …? Sure, here you go.

As I wondered what Ellis was going to do, his hand overlapped with mine—

Ellis guided my hand to his chest that was exposed for me to measure… and placed it against his bare skin.

Ellis: … You’re welcome to touch my body if you’re interested in it.

Kate: Huh!? W-Why…

Ellis: Because I noticed that you kept staring at my chest while measuring it… or was I mistaken?

Kate: You’re… not.

Ellis appeared to have a slender build with his clothes on, but when he removed them, his body was surprisingly manly—

While earnestly taking his measurements, I couldn't help admiring his thick chest and defined abdominal muscles.

(I was pretending to be calm, but he caught me… This is embarrassing…)

Ellis: Go ahead, you can touch me as much as you like.

Kate: E-Even if you say to go ahead…

Kate: Wow, amazing…!

(But I still think that letting someone touch your skin is something to be more reluctant about…)

(Is Ellis used to being touched…?)

It was a brief moment of enjoyment. My heart started fluttering at how defenceless Ellis was as he let me touch him unhesitatingly.

Ellis: What’s the matter?

Kate: Do you… let anyone do this as long as they ask to?

I regretted those words the moment they left my mouth.

I knew that Ellis was kind towards everyone, and yet my words sounded like I was reproaching him.

Ellis: …

Ellis: … It’s okay. I’ve never done anything that will worry you.

His response was vague, it seemed like he was answering my question but at the same time not really.

I noticed that he paused before responding.

(What sort of things would “worry me”? I was only kind of wondering if he had let people touch him…)

These little things Ellis said and did left an uneasy feeling in my heart, like sediments that had yet to settle down.

(I don’t have a reason to be feeling this way, so why am I…)

Ellis: If you’re still bothered by it… do you want to touch somewhere else?

Ellis: … This place is somewhere I really have never let anyone see or touch.

Ellis: It’s special for you, Kate.

Kate: Wha…

Ellis pulled my hand again.

The hand that had been touching his chest moved down his abdomen and stopped at… his waist.

Kate: Ellis…?

Ellis: Here, no one has ever touched me here and below.

Kate: U-Uhm… normally, this isn’t somewhere you should let just anyone touch, you know?

Ellis: What do you want to do, Kate?

Ellis: I want you to do what you want, instead of what’s considered normal or commonly done.

Ellis: I’m always thinking about how to make you happy.

Even though that was how Ellis felt about everyone, I was the only person in his eyes right now.

Kate: I…

(... If there’s anywhere on Ellis’ body that only I’m allowed to touch, then I want to touch it.)

The word “special” sounded so sweet to hear, it made me forget all about my previous response.

Ellis: … Do as you like.

At last, I gave him a small nod.

Ellis: We can take it slow. Let’s start with… the first joint of your fingers.

Was Ellis pulling my hand or was I doing it on my own? I didn't know that anymore.

It felt like a dream, like I was outside of reality, my fingers went under his bottoms.

Ellis: The second joint…

My fingers advancing into his bottoms felt his rough skin. It was hot and moist.

Ellis: Mm. … Fufu, got to the base of your fingers already?

Ellis smiled like a mischievous child who had played a succession prank.

Despite his innocence, it felt like I was doing something wrong… it scared me.

Kate: Um, I…

I came back to my senses and withdrew my fingers, lightly grazing against Ellis’ deepest part. (ahem)

Ellis: Nngh…

(...!)

Ellis: Sorry… I made a weird noise because it tickles.

Kate: I-It’s fine…

The small noise Ellis made was stuck in my ears.

(I’m the only one who can touch him here…)

(Was that cute noise he made just now only for me?)

I couldn't get it out of my mind, I wanted to touch him and hear it again.

(But if I go any further…)

Ellis: … If it’s good with you, touch me more.

Ellis took my hesitant hand and let me touch it again through his bottoms.

The part I touched was hot and needy, I gasped.

Ellis: Because it became like this… I want you to help me.

Kate: B-But… I’m in the middle of… taking your body measurements…

I remembered what the initial purpose of me being there was, and spoke in a voice that trailed off.

Ellis: Then… can you check here with your hands too? It won’t be a problem if it's for measuring, right?

Kate: … G-Got it.

(This is just an additional part of body measurements, just in case…)

Like a butterfly drawn to sweet flower nectar, I slid my hands under his bottoms again.

Ellis: … Haah…

I watched him while stroking it slowly, Ellis let out a hot frustrated sigh.

Ellis: K-Kate…

(... I’m strange. I can’t stop watching him.)

He looked so lovely and adorable losing his composure because of my hand, I wanted to see even more of it.

Driven by an urge to keep going, I varied the amount of strength exerted by my fingers to pleasure him.

Ellis: … ggh

Kate: Here…?

Ellis: Nn… so good…

Ellis bucked his hips slowly, rubbing himself against my hand.

It made me happy knowing that I wasn't the only one who wanted it.

(... I want to give him even more pleasure with my hands.)

It started out with only my fingers, so I went on to wrap my entire palm around his shaft and continued pleasuring him.

Ellis: …!

Kate: S-Sorry. Am I using too much force…?

Ellis: No… it's okay, it just feels so good.

Ellis: You can touch it however you like. … My “here” is exclusively for you, Kate.

(Exclusive for me…)

The fog I felt in my heart at the thought of Ellis letting someone else touch him cleared up.

(That’s right… I want to monopolise Ellis. I want him all to myself, and only myself.)

(I don't want to let anyone else see and touch him…)

I finally knew exactly what I was feeling, and so there was only one thing left for me to do.

As long as time permitted, I continued touching Ellis where only I was allowed to, and watched as he took shallow breaths.

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[ginnymoonbeam]

I have such mixed feelings on episode 11 of Last Twilight. In a nutshell, I like a lot of what they're doing but it needed better setup and more space to fully work.

Things I like:

- that Day's vision wasn't restored, and that this episode showed him accepting this and starting to use more assistive tools (the cane, the text reader app)

- that Day's mom's first response to the failed surgery was "there will be another one!" while Mok's was "I'm here with you." Shows the difference in how they see his blindness even better than their explicit conversation about it.

- that Mok's PTSD from his sister's death finally came head to head against Day's intense need not to be babied. We saw this way back in episode 2-ish, and it makes sense to me as their final hurdle.

- that all Mok's struggles at the hotel came from his own past and his own fears... it was very plainly about Mok's problems, not Day's blindness.

- that Day didn't back down from his anger in that final conflict. Did he need to break up with Mok? Not if he was better at expressing anger and holding boundaries in general... but he's not. People who struggle with asserting themselves tend to go to extremes when they finally do. All that tracked for me.

What I didn't like:

- the lack of space given to Day's surgery recovery and his mom's progress toward accepting Mok. Not even a montage? Not even a couple of scenes? Come on.

- as much as I like the final conflict and the actual argument they had, I don't think there was enough lead-up in previous episodes to make it really land. I had to do a lot of the logicking about why it makes sense for the characters myself, and that's never ideal.

- there's no exploration of the way Day turns to his mom for comfort even after she's consistently treated him the way he hates being treated, while booting Mok out for one big mistake. I can totally understand why he does this, the psychology makes sense, but I want the story to get into it, and it doesn't seem like it will.

- the suggestion that we're headed for another time skip. Trailers lie and Aof trailers especially, so I'm not going to get really mad about this until we see what happens, but I absolutely feel that this is a conflict that needs to be resolved in the immediate aftermath, not a "we didn't see each other for years and then we met and started over." I want to see them working through this issue together, and soon.

A lot of how I feel about this final arc, and the show overall, is going to depend what happens next week.

#last twilight the series #last twilight

[yumeka-sxf]

A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 22

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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The highly thematic and well-choreographed scene of Yor slaughtering one assassin after another as fireworks dazzle the night sky, reminded me of this fascinating post by @crunchcrunchteacakes. The post theorizes about the origins of Yor's incredible strength, particularly how she uses some form of altered state of consciousness (ASC) to achieve such a powerful command over her physical abilities. This is why her expression always seems "darker," almost like she's in a trance, whenever she's fully concentrated on feats of strength, not just during assassin work, but similar tasks that require the same strength, like when she subdued the Eden cow.

The post goes on to speculate that the reason she often seems ditzy or "spaced out" is because that's a way for her to disengage from her conscious mind, allowing her to channel her strength as needed. She's almost fully in her trance-like state at the beginning of the series (her "robotic" look that annoyed her coworkers). But once she joined the Forgers, taking on the role of Loid's wife and Anya's mother, the desire to concentrate on that mindset more often overrides her need to keep her strength peaked. Thoughts of Loid and Anya are now what can pull her out of her ASC, as we saw previously when she was keeping watch over the room at night, only for her "trance" to break when she thought about meeting up with them. But unfortunately, those thoughts can also be a hindrance when she's deep into a fight with a powerful opponent. This happened to a minor degree when she realized she was dragging her feet when fighting Barnaby, but as she fights the swordsman assassin, her lapse in concentration allows him to get the upper hand.

The moral ambiguity I mentioned in Part 21 is highlighted further when the assassin leader tries to call a truce with Yor, saying that he'll give her a share of the bounty money. Yor requests that he give up on Olka's bounty so there won't be any further bloodshed, something I find interesting since she didn't hesitate to kill all the other assassins without any negotiating. So the fact that she's willing to let the leader go proves that she doesn't just mindlessly kill everyone on a mission (even though that's what she was instructed to do). She's also staying true to what she said before that if you point a weapon at someone, you shouldn't complain if one is pointed back at you…since the leader wasn't on the attack in this case, she was willing to hear him out.

However, when she refuses his deal, he reminds her that they're all just people hired to fight on someone else's behalf, and her reason for killing – to put food on the table – is the same as all the other assassins. As Yor fights the swordsman, the thought that's holding her back this time is not only that a serious injury would mean she'd have to leave Loid and Anya, but how cruel it would be to them for her to suddenly disappear without a word. While the assassin leader continues to try and negotiate with her, she can't help but keep questioning her own reason for fighting – she doesn't want to believe it's for money, the same as theirs, so then it must be for her country…but she never thought she had some higher calling like that.

All these uncertainties distract her, resulting in the swordsman being able to knock her against the side of the deck. Surprisingly, as he stands poised, ready to cut her down, all Yor can think of in her dazed state is not her assassin job that's currently being sabotaged, but her mother/wife jobs of picking up Loid's shirts from the cleaners and returning Anya's books to the library…a clear indication that, when it comes down to her final moments, the responsibilities of Yor Forger have become more of a priority than the responsibilities of Thorn Princess. As Rebecca Silverman put it in this ANN article:

"She's more than just a big sister and an assassin now; she's a mother, a wife, and a person in her own right. Yuri's grown up, but Yor has too, and it feels like this is the moment when she realizes that she has a say in her own life. And if she wants to focus on being Mrs. Forger instead of Thorn Princess? That's a choice she's allowed to make."

When she comes back to reality for a moment, wondering why there's a man pointing a sword at her, what flashes in her mind is the reason she's in this situation in the first place: Yuri. But once again, the realization that's been hitting her over and over since getting the cruise assignment comes back one last time…Yuri is indeed all grown up and does not need support from her Garden work anymore. What's extremely tragic when this fact finally sinks in is that she's ready to die then and there…she decides not to resist and just end it all now that her main reason for fighting is gone.

As I've mentioned several times before, especially in Part 8, Yor dedicated her life to ensure Yuri's happiness, which resulted in her inability to consider her own worth besides being useful to others. Now that no one needs the one thing she excels at, she can't find any reason to keep going. Whether Garden brainwashed her into deeming her life meaningless without a reason for fighting, her crippling lack of self-esteem, or some combination of both, it's even more tragic that she can't even comprehend how sad certain people would be if she died. However, when it appears as though she's completely given up, upon hearing that the assassin leader is about to go after Olka, she throws one of her earrings at him to stop him.

She had just decided to stop resisting upon realizing that Yuri doesn't need her work anymore, so why would she suddenly care to stop the assassin? She seems confused about it as well, as she questions herself why she's even protecting Olka. I believe at this point she's formed a genuine bond with Olka as more than just a client to protect. So, despite still being dazed, she instinctively reacted upon realizing Olka was in danger. But the true reason why she hasn't completely given up becomes clear to her when she remembers Olka's words: "I just want to live a quiet, peaceful life."

A quiet, peaceful life…this is exactly why she became Thorn Princess. Not for money or for her country, but because she wanted to ensure Yuri could live a quiet, peaceful life, the same life Olka is currently seeking. Her epiphany continues as she realizes her desire to cleanse the world of needless tragedies hasn't changed, despite none of her loved ones directly benefiting from her work anymore. Yor may be naive about many things (due to her upbringing), but she's not ignorant about the sadness that exists in the world around her. And here is where she makes her decision to keep doing her assassinating, not because she enjoys killing people, not because she needs money, and not because she feels some higher sense of duty to her country – but because the result of her work will make the world a better place...because now, she has even more people whose happiness she desires to protect.

This renewed sense of purpose gives her the strength to fight back. As she goes full assassin mode on the swordsman, she tosses aside all of her previous worries about her profession and her own personal well-being – she doesn't care if she has to keep living a dangerous life, nor if she has to leave the Forgers (both of which were things she was concerned about while on the cruise). All that matters to her now is making the world a better place for others. It's also worth mentioning that Yor's inner monologue in this scene is one of the rare times I mentioned in Part 19 where she doesn't use keigo (polite speech). That's another clear indication of what a truly emotional revelation this moment is for her.

Her new resolve is fully solidified when she remembers that Loid complimented this aspect of her personality way back when they first met. She's grown to trust him so much that she confidently states he would acknowledge and understand why she does what she does even if she can't ever tell him about it.

Interestingly, she thinks of Loid in this situation instead of Yuri, who's the original reason she became an assassin. She knows that Yuri, being her (obsessive) brother and only "true" family member left, would forgive her no matter what. This is why acknowledgement from someone else, especially someone she respects as much as Loid, is so meaningful to her. And, unbeknownst to her, her reason for being an assassin is the same reason Twilight became a spy…to make a world where those they care about can live a peaceful life, where needless tragedies can be prevented, and children won't have to cry.

Continue to Part 23 ->

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Ellis Twilight

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate.

Love and happiness only become eternal when they come to an end.

Kate: "Will you join us and make your love eternal?"

Ellis: "What's this?"

Ellis and I were enjoying a new confiture from a bakery he recommended when a pamphlet was suddenly presented to us.

Victor: "Basically, it's a pamphlet urging people to join a new organization called Amour."

Victor: "I heard that it has become a secret craze among lovers in London."

Kate: "I've never heard about it before."

It sounded like a romantic claim, but it kinda screamed fishy.

Ellis: "Are you talking about the people who went there and never came back?"

Victor: "I'm surprised you know that, Ellis. You really are on top when it comes to rumors."

Kate: "Wait. They never came back?"

Victor: "That's right. The couples who went to the ceremony to make their love eternal have gone missing."

Victor: "Even those who didn't elope are missing."

Victor: "They were most likely murdered at the height of their happiness."

Kate: "Why?"

Victor: "To make their love eternal."

Ellis: "............."

Victor: "The building is on private land owned by a noble family, so the police can't go in without hard evidence."

Victor: "It's now our responsibility to expose the truth and bring evil to justice. That's why I want you, Kate, and someone else to go there and have a wedding."

Kate: "What? A wedding?

Victor: "You can't enter the organization's facilities unless you're getting married."

Victor: "In short, I want you guys to go undercover. Her Majesty has given this order."

(Going undercover in a dangerous organization and getting married to one of the crown members?)

I looked over the pamphlet one more time, worried.

Kate: "It says here that only those who truly love each other and have passed a screening process can make their love eternal."

Victor:  "Looks like you need to be recognized as lovers inside Amour's facility."

Ellis: "I'll do it."

Kate: "What?"

Ellis: "I want to marry you and make you happy."

(He knows we're going undercover, right?)

The way he said it sounded like a real proposal, and I had to reason myself out of the misunderstanding.

(I'm pretty sure Ellis wouldn't go too far.)

(Unless I ask him to do so.)

Ellis: "Can't I?"

Kate: "You can. Ellis, I look forward to working with you."

Ellis: "Mmm, likewise."

Victor: "I'm counting on you guys. Oh, but Jude's gonna get mad again."

Ellis: "Don't worry. I'll finish a week's worth of work today."

(He's efficient.)

Thus, Ellis and I were going to get married.

The sun went down while I was thinking about the undercover work.

(I guess this is all the stuff I need.)

I was getting my stuff ready for the overnight mission when I suddenly heard a knock.

Kate: "Yes?"

I opened the door, and there he stood.

Ellis: "Good evening."

He smiled as he said this, holding a cup of warm milk.

Ellis: "Here, you can have it if you like."

Kate: "We're not pretending to be lovers until tomorrow, you know?"

Ellis: "Yes, but I have to practice."

(It's certainly an important mission, and we can't afford to screw it up.)

Kate: "Right. Come on in."

He sat on the chair while I sat on the bed, drinking the hot milk together.

Kate: "It's delicious, warm, and comforting."

Ellis: "Yeah."

I could feel my body relaxing.

(Maybe I'm actually more nervous than I thought.)

(Maybe he noticed that and came to see me.)

Kate: "About the mission..."

Kate: "If they're really killing to make love last forever, then that's one hell of an organization."

Ellis: "I wonder about that."

Kate: "What?"

Ellis: "Love can only last forever when life ends."

Ellis: "That's why I'd rather stop time and make it eternal than have it broken."

Ellis: "If those lovers sincerely want that, then there's nothing wrong with making a place where that can happen."

"Two people in love will meet their death."

I thought about it and considered it wrong.

(I never got the idea that those lovers went there because they wanted to.)

Kate: "It's true that love comes in different forms for everyone."

Kate: "If it's something that both parties truly want, then maybe it's not right for others to say it's right or wrong."

Ellis: "..........."

Ellis: "You really are a nice person."

Kate: "Huh? No, you are."

Kate: "Thanks for the milk. I can sleep properly tonight."

Ellis: "Glad you liked it."

He smiled, and I couldn't help but sip the hot milk to cover up the pounding of my heart.

Thanks to Ellis, my fear of tomorrow completely subsided.

The next day, the mission finally began.

Layman: "Welcome to Amour!"

At the entrance of the church where "Amour" is based, we were greeted by a group of friendly-looking members of the church.

(I can't believe that these people might have possibly killed those couples.)

(It's kind of hard to believe.)

Layman: "First, tell us why you came to Amour."

Just then, Ellis hugged me tightly from behind.

Ellis: "I came here to make Kate mine forever."

Ellis: "Right?"

Kate: "Y-Yeah. I came here to be his forever."

Ellis: "............"

Layman: "You've passed! You may now enter."

Masterlist╏Part 2╏Premium╏Epilogue

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Vanilla Twilight

Rating: E! Super safe. Type: Drabble Premise : Gojo is known for being dramatic when he isn't near you 24/7. When you don't wish him goodbye, he comes up with a musical solution. Pairing : Gojo x reader Tone : light hearted, fluffy, cute, humorous

"Huh, music?" You pause in your teaching as the faint sound of melancholic pop flows through your window. Your students look around curiously as it gets louder.

Nobara's eyes widen suddenly. "This sounds so familiar... Is it... Owl City?”

The other students murmur in agreement. Bewildered, you try to get your students attention back to the lesson but the music kept getting louder. Then...

"The stars lean down to kiss you And I lie awake and miss you Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere"

Someone was singing, their voice amplified right underneath the window of your classroom. You recognize it and close your eyes.

He didn't... He wouldn't...

Bordering between amusement and exasperation you go over to the window and peek out. Sure enough, a familiar cloud of fluffy, white, hair is visible. A large speaker on wheels has been brought over with him. Your students are are unable to contain their curiosity as they flock to the window.

"Eh? Gojo sensei?" Yuji looks over the sill in fascination.

"I'll watch the night turn light blue But it's not the same without you Because it takes two to whisper quietly"

Gojo expertly sings into the mic. He looks up at you, and even with the blindfold, you can tell there's an adoring look in his eyes.

"For heaven's sake Gojo." You cover your face with a palm. "I had to leave early to get to work! That's why I didn't wake you up in the morning!"

In response, Gojo shakes his head as if to say not good enough and keeps singing.

"The silence isn't so bad 'Til I look at my hands and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly"

You had to admit, he has a nice voice. But his antics had reached a whole new level with this seranade.

"Cmon! You were sound asleep! What was I supposed to have done!" you shout out the window.

"But drenched in vanilla twilight I'll sit on the front porch all night Waist deep in thought because when I think of you, I don't feel so alone"

Your students are torn between wanting to laugh and also empathize with you. They've seen enough of the ridiculous stunts Gojo pulls on you when he's needy. With a resolute expression, Megumi walks out of the classroom and towards where Gojo had set up his concert.

"You didn't need to go this far! You would have come in and seen me here at work anyway!"

You're still trying to reason with Gojo, but this only makes him sing louder.

"When violet eyes get brighter And heavy wings grow lighter -”

“Hey what are you doing?!"

With a loud whine of feedback, the mic gets pulled out of the speaker socket and shuts off. Then a blast of curse energy hits the speaker, wrecking it beyond recognition.

"Megumi! I raised you to be better than this! How will my lady know I missed her now?"

Wordlessly, Megumi walks away, his job done. Pouting, Gojo looks up at the window and catches sight of your face. You groan and press your temples.

"Class dismissed". The students clamor out, talking about what just happened. You walk outside to your moping boyfriend as he sits on on the grass.

"Proud of yourself?" you ask him.

"I just... Wanted you to know I missed you. I don't like waking up alone in our bed." His pout intensifies, making him look like a neglected puppy.

"Oh Gojo." You sit down next to him and pull his head onto your shoulder. "Why are you such an idiot?"

You stroke his hair as he moves closer to you.

"Not just any idiot. YOUR idiot." he grins widely at you.

You smile back at him and let him give you soft kiss. He had somehow won this round.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fandom #jujustsu kaisen x reader #fluff #cute #jjk gojo #fanfiction

[irrevocableloves]

violent delights

twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader

chapter two: golden topaz

previous chapter ౨ৎ masterlist ౨ৎ chapter three

summary: why, even in his absence, did edward cullen have an effect on her?

warnings: swearing, lil bit of fluff & angst

words: 2.9k

Days went by since I last saw Edward Cullen.

I shouldn't be thinking about him or let alone think about what he thought of me. I wanted to confront him, but every time I waited to see his grey Volvo or him striding to his cafeteria seat or perhaps a late arrival to biology class, it was nothing. It was like he never existed. It drove me insane.

Since then, he's invaded not just my mind, but my dreams. But they felt different. As if I could feel him, like he was really there with me.

"Hey, I invited Billy and Jacob tonight, you still up for making dinner?" My dad asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah! Definitely."

"You sure? I could always pick up something from the diner or uh–I could always try cooking?"

"No, please," I chucked, "It's okay, dad, I got it."

"Hey, dad, I was wondering..." I trailed off, wondering if it would be strange to ask about the Cullens, but my dad seemed to know just about anything going on around town. "Do you know the Cullens?"

"Sure do! Came just around the time you left to your mom's. Why?"

"Um, I dunno. I just–"

"Listen, all the talk about them being strange. They're a good family. Carlisle has done a whole lot for Forks as a doctor than I've seen in years. He keeps his kids in line, they do good in school from what I've heard, haven't had a single speck of trouble from any of those kids. Can't say the same from those who've lived here their entire 17 or so years."

I was surprised by his response, deciding I shouldn't ask anymore about them, especially Edward...

Soon after the conversation ended, I drove your car to the nearby grocery mart to grab ingredients for the dinner I was making for the Black's.

Billy and Jacob, I've known them for as long as you could remember, they were practically like family to me and my dad. As a kid, I remember all the times playing with Jake, Rachel, Rebecca, Leah, and Seth on the reservation. Mostly, Leah and I would be excluded from the boys and we would be left to babysit Seth because he was too small to be rough-housed. But, Jacob always had a soft spot for me and begged the boys to include us most of the time.

I wasn't stupid, I knew Jacob liked me, but I never had the heart to reject him.

Once I was done gathering the ingredients to make a simple pasta recipe, I headed out.

Back at the house, I had my dad doing the simplest of tasks as possible, like boiling the water, pulling the seasonings out of the cabinets, etc. He wasn't the best cook and I knew that when I was away for the summer he either went to the diner everyday or ate Harry Clearwater's fish fry.

For me, cooking was something that I enjoyed, so you didn't mind catering for my dad every once in a while, in fact, I felt at peace knowing you could do at least one thing for my dad that he could appreciate. Cooking for me was quite peaceful. I wasn't a complete expert at it, but I was good at following recipes, making things from complete scratch, and I knew for sure that I had an excellent taste palette.

While I cooked, I had my dad take out the nice plates that I begged my mom to keep here and pull out the dinner table to face the television so he and the boys could enjoy a nice game of 'whatever sport was on' by the time dinner was ready.

My dad and I sat in comfortable silence before the Black's arrived. Me setting the plates and my dad setting out the nice placemats and silverware that I had thrifted some time ago. This is what I liked about my dad. The silence. It was never uncomfortable or awkward, but he was less of a hover than my mother, who was just a constant ringing in your head. I loved your mom of course, but it didn't hurt to admit that I favored my father just a little bit more.

"So, how was your first week? None of the teachers give ya a hard time?" He broke the silence, I didn't mind his small talk either.

"Nah, they're pretty lenient since I've got all my work done. It's just the PE teacher who's had me running extra laps to make up for the 'lost time'..." I rolled my eyes at the memory of Coach Clapp even assigning me exercises to 'keep yourself busy at home'.

Dinner went by smoothly. Billy and Jacob didn't arrive empty handed as Jacob came in with a hefty looking pie in his right hand, helping my dad with his left to haul Billy's wheelchair up the porch stairs.

At the end of dinner, I'd said my goodbyes to Billy and Jacob, thanking them again for my car. Like always, my dad promised to do all dishes because of our rule, 'whoever cooks doesn't wash the dishes', which means he's the one cleaning them practically every single day.

I found myself in the forest. With the trees surrounding, the area was left dim, with the sunlight hardly peeking through. I felt my feet guiding me up a hill, closer and closer to the sun rays, the breeze of the dark forest slipping away as I climbed even farther up towards the sunlight. Deeper up the hill, the trees began to fade away and at the end of the hill, an almost blinding light was up ahead. I kept at it, becoming more intrigued with the warmth that I was being guided to. I squinted as I reached the end, the light fading, but I was no longer on your feet. I felt the grass on my face and between my fingertips, the sun rays coating my skin, and a cold hand stroking my hair.

I opened my eyes. Edward was facing me. His hand gently stroking my hair, carefully moving to my cheek. I place mine atop of his, his icy touch melting into my own. It felt warm, his touch. I closed my eyes once again, only to open them to face my bedroom ceiling.

Sighing, I got out of bed, grabbing my journal on your bedside table and jotting down my dream. Ever since I met Edward, I've been in the same meadow. A valley of green with purple flowers scattered around the grass. But never have I been this close to him, never could I feel his touch or the temperature of his skin.

I woke up to snow.

I smiled, taking in the view from my window of the defrosted frost from the heating unit, looking outside to the perfectly pillowed grounds of my front yard, seeing my dad finishing up the snow chains on my tires.

Surprisingly, not very many people in Forks enjoyed the snow, but I did. I loved being able to bundle myself in layers of clothing and seeing everyone with a red flush on their face from the cold as they engaged in snow fights as if they were reliving their early childhood.

Sure, it was a pain in the ass to walk in or more so drive in, but it sure as hell made the ordinary town of Forks look as if it was the most adored place in the world. Plus, I appreciated the canceled school days on snow days, but unfortunately, school was to remain in session for the time-being.

Before the first bell rang, I stood with Jessica and Angela outdoors while Eric, Mike, Tyler, Ben, and other boys I didn't bother to remember the names of as they carelessly played in the snow with a mix of snowball fights and snow angels. That's when I saw the Cullens arrive, looking to have just as much fun as everyone else – only they looked more like a scene from a painting or a Hollywood film rather than a bunch of children roaring with laughter and glee.

I made eye contact with him for a split second. After a full week of missing school, avoiding my presence, he was with his family, skidding around in the snow with his brother Emmett.

With the weather most likely being in its negatives, he somehow looked more alive than ever. His skin was less pale, his eyes a lot more radiant.

I didn't realize I was staring as long as I was until his eyes met back with my own, causing me to flinch away from his eyesight.

Jessica followed where my eyes were once at, "Y/N, what are you staring at?" Her eyebrows furrowed, then finally realizing my eyes' view, "Edward Cullen is staring at you..." she giggled into my ear.

"Yeah... I don't think he likes me very much."

"The Cullens don't like anyone. Well actually, they never seem to notice anyone, really. But he's like staring staring. What did you do?"

"Jess, stop looking!"

"What's she looking at?" Angela squealed. "Oh."

They both giggled immensely, pulling me in between them and forcing us all to walk towards the school building. Angela giggles, "Looks to me like Edward Cullen's got a crush."

I expected to see Edward at the left of our shared table, but he was a no-show once again.

I sighed with relief, heading over to my seat, as Mike spoke, "Hey, if Cullen doesn't show up, um I can ask Banner if you can join–"

The chair to the left of me screeched and I looked over.

Edward. There he was. Now sitting there with an awkward smile as if he wasn't absolutely repulsed by my presence, as if my presence didn't prevent him from attending school for a week straight.

"Hello," he said quietly.

I froze. Hello? Was he serious?

"I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen." I didn't respond, I physically and mentally couldn't form an answer to give him. "You must be Y/N."

"I'm... uh... yes." I breathed out.

Did I make this up? The entirety of our previous reaction? He was perfectly polite. It was as if we were meeting for the very first time, as if his first reaction of my presence didn't leave him sickly and running off.

As soon as I sat, I caught him moving towards the edge of his seat. So he's still repulsed.

This was the type of awkward conversations that I despised, which was part of the reasons I was glad my mother had kept me from them, but here I was, having to experience them as if I was doing ice breakers at the beginning of the semester.

Thankfully, before anymore conversation had begun, the bell rang and Mr. Banner began class.

"Onion root tip cells! That's what's on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right, win... the golden onion!" The class remained silent as he enthusiastically brought out the golden onion from the inside of his desk. He sighed, telling everyone to get started on their partner work.

Maybe this time the partner work wouldn't be rash and I would actually get a chance to do the work together rather than checking Edward's quick, but correct responses.

"Ladies first?" Edward asked, giving me a crooked smile.

I pushed the microscope towards myself before he could, snapping the first slide and adjusting the lens.

"Prophase." I said confidently.

"Do you mind if I look?" he asked, reaching for the microscope as I was pushing it towards him.

His hand was caught into mine and I flinched. His hands were ice-cold. The familiar coldness that I had felt just the night before in my dream. It felt electric.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling his hand back as well, embarrassed. "Prophase," he agreed, writing it down on our worksheet. His handwriting was surprisingly neat for a boy. Most of the ones I've tended to work with had left illegible scribbles which always prompted me to snatch the sheet away from them and write it myself. But his, it was quite beautiful.

He switched out the slides, quickly identifying Anaphase, to which I mimicked his response with, "May I?"

Throughout the rest of the slides, the two of us continued on with the routine, taking turns with the rest of the slides, checking the answers each of us give to one another until the very last slide. We were finished before anyone else, leaving us with plenty of time to spare.

"I knew it was a good idea to make the two of you lab partners!"  Mr. Banner said excitedly, looking over our completed lab and checking the answers.

Silence met the two of us as Mr. Banner left to check the rest of the class' progress, until I broke the silence.

"You've been gone..."

"Yeah uh," he stuttered. "Got sick. It's why I left class so suddenly." So it wasn't because of me?

"Oh. I'm sorry. Well, I'm glad you're uh– feeling better." He only nodded in response.

Edward broke the silence once again, "So... where were you this month? I take it that you're not new. With your dad being the sheriff and everything."

I was taken aback by his question. Normally when I partnered with other boys (besides Eric and Mike of course), there was a string of awkward silence when the assignment was completed and the boys would ditch me for their friends or whisper quite loudly across the classroom to their friends until they were caught.

"Uh–with my mom. She lives in California, I was visiting for the summer. She doesn't really have anyone else, so I promised her I'd stay for another month."

"California is a lot different from Forks," he chuckled. "Do you like it there? The sun and the heat?"

"Not really, if I'm being honest," it sounded like a lame response, but it was true, "The sun is nice until it's beating on you in 102 degree weather. It's pretty nauseating."

Edward let out a genuine laugh to my response, catching me off guard. Even his laugh was gorgeous.

"So what about you? Why Forks?" I questioned.

"Change of scenery, mostly. My mother, she's always wanted to live in a small town. My sister Rosalie isn't too fond of the town herself, she's a lot more uh... flashy than the rest of us," he chuckled. I listened to him intently while also mapping out the features of his perfectly chiseled face. His cheekbones, his lips. So perfect, like a sculpture..

"Yeah, I can definitely see that," I giggled, remembering Rosalie's modelesque entrance into the cafeteria, it was almost as if she was glowing. "And you? How're you liking Forks?"

"I like it. It's quiet. I'm not such a fan of the flare of bustling cities like Rosalie, I'm a lot more... simplistic."

Before I could speak, Mr. Banner comes rushing over to us. "So, seeing the two of you were the first ones to finish... I present the two of you... the golden onion," he says quite dramatically, revealing the onion from the back of him as if he were some cheap magician. We stared at the man, then at each other, fighting a fit of laughter. "Don't fight all at once! C'mon take it!" Banner said sarcastically.

Mr. Banner rolled his eyes, placing the golden onion on our lab table in front of us.

"I think you should have the honors," I giggled, moving the onion towards Edward.

"Nope, it's only fair you have it, you did most of the slides anyways," he smiled, trying to contain his laughter. My god, he was fucking gorgeous.

"Consider it as a gift, a warm welcome gift to Forks," I joked back.

"No, I insist," he chuckled. "See it as an apology gift. For how I acted when we first met." So I didn't imagine it.

That's when I had relinquished, placing the onion in my bag with possibly the biggest smile on my face.

After class, I expected Edward and I to part ways as I told him goodbye. But he stayed by my side, which resulted in awfully embarrassed, reddened-face Mike when he tried to rush to my side after the bell rang.

Walking out of class with him, for the first time I'd felt the comfortable silence as I strode beside one another through the halls.

"Did you get contacts?" I blurted out, stopping in my tracks. I didn't know exactly why I asked, I didn't really think much about it until now. I could've sworn from the first glance that his eyes were a flat black color or maybe my mind had altered it to match his dark attitude at the time. But now, as I studied his features, they were much brighter, a completely different shade from before. It was almost as if they were golden.

He offered me a puzzled look on his face before responding with a blank, "No."

I continued on, "Your eyes were like this dark dark brown before, but now they're this golden topaz color, I don't think I've ever seen eyes that color before."

He shrugged off my response, shifting to a similar demeanor from the time that I had first met him. He muttered, "I'll see you tomorrow." Then he was off, hands clenched into fists, clearly frustrated about something.

next chapter

a/n: this is going super slow rn but i'm trying to add a mixture of both the book and the movie that r my fav and also some of my own stuff of course! i'm trying to refrain from copying and pasting straight from the script and book, but some of lines are a MUSTTT. i always thought it was super lame that bella hated the cold so much. i'm from california and i absolutely hate the heat 3 this is also unedited again i apologize, so if the pov's are messed up that's why... hehe the next chapter is one of my fav scenes WHEN HE SAVESSS HERRRR !!

#violent delights #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you #edward cullen fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #twilight #twilight rewrite #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #violent delights fanfiction #violent delights fanfic

[hyde-nseek]

My headcanon is that every Link and every Zelda falls in love. But it gets a little more complicated than that because I don't think they get together every time. So... Here is how I would justify every Zelink in the Legend of Zelda franchise:

(please note that I'm not saying other ships aren't cool. I personally like a lot of them.)

Skyward Sword: This one is probably as canon as Zelink has gotten so far. I don't know anyone that says that they don't have feelings for each other. These two probably founded Hyrule together. Maybe as a kingdom, maybe just as a small village below the clouds. Either way, the Royal Family traces their lineage back to this couple.

Minish Cap: This Zelink is very cute. I think they dated, and maybe even married. From what I understand about the timeline, though, this Link abandons Hyrule and lives the rest of his life cursed by the mind-shattering properties of the Four Sword. So, it was a relationship for a while, but they didn't grow old together.

Four Swords: There actually isn't a lot of information about this Zelda, but I like to think that they got together after Link saves her. They're cute.

Ocarina of Time: The way Zelda looks at Link at the end of the game is full of remorse. She doesn't want to send Link away from her, but she knows it's the right thing to do for his sake and Hyrule's. Also, the way Sheik looks at Link can't go unnoticed. That ninja isn't good at hiding his feelings.

Majora's Mask: The same as Ocarina of Time, but it's much more brief. I don't think Link ever returns to Hyrule Castle, but it's possible. It's more likely that he founded Ordon with Malon. That means that Malon and Link end up together, but Link's true love was the princess he saved in another time.

Twilight Princess: Zelda and Link barely talk in the game, and when they interact, it's only because Midna put them together. But with Midna out of the picture, I think they would still bond. Ilia gets friendzoned. Sorry.

Four Swords Adventures: I think I'll have to put this one with Four Swords as well. These games are a little weird in that the Links are so affected by the Four Sword that it's hard to picture them in a situation without it. If anyone else has thoughts on this Zelink, please lmk.

Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass: Tetra and Link get together and found New Hyrule. This one is pretty self explanatory and difficult to argue against. Very cute and I love it.

Spirit Tracks: They were made for each other. They have so much of a connection because of their adventure together. Whether Link becomes an adventurer or an engineer, I think the princess has feelings for the Hero of Spirit.

A Link to the Past/Link's Awakening/Oracles: The cryptic uncle wants you to know that Zelda is your responsibility. Now that we've covered that, I think Link would have been with Zelda if it weren't for Marin. After Koholint, I don't think he really has it in him to have a relationship with anyone.

A Link Between Worlds/Tri Force Heroes: I think that after saving Hytopia, Link returns to Hyrule and asks for Zelda's hand. There's no reason why not to, and I don't think Link would have wanted to stay in Hytopia for the rest of his life. As cool as it is, it's a vacation spot. And Styla isn't the princess for Link.

Hyrule Fantasy/Adventure of Link: Two Zeldas, one Link. This one's kind of weird, but I think he'd rather be with the Zelda from his first adventure. Zelda the First only kisses him as a reward, probably the only reward she can give.

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom: I mean, they live together. They hugged at the end of both games. What else do you want me to say?

#zelink #all the zelink #even though it doesnt work out every time #i think that what matters in the end is that the feelings are there #theyre a tragic couple cursed by the demon king #legend of zelda

[twig-tea]

Last Twilight Finale Thoughts

Had to go back to my clown checkpoint from ep 10, which I originally wrote in response to a conversation between @lurkingshan and @my-rose-tinted-glasses! How did the Last Twilight finale stack against my wishlist?

We got 6/8:

Mork opens that $@#&&#&# glove compartment (ie finally process his grief around Rung)

Mork speaks to Rung at her grave

Mork has workplace satisfaction and stability (ie we get something on canon to show that he's not afraid of being fired at any moment, and enjoys his new career) ['m counting the way he's shown trying out new recipes after the second timeskip towards this]

Day making plans for his future and acting towards them (enrolling in university or courses of some kind, most likely)--this is necessary whether or not he can see in future

Day's mom unclenches (we see her proactively stepping away from controlling Day's life)

We get Day's mom's perspective on what happened with Day's dad [honestly at this point this is a nice to have]

Night is perceived and happy (by Porjai most likely but I'm flexible)

Porjai feels safe and cared for (by Night most likely but I'm flexible)

And yet I was unsatisfied by this episode. Why? Because it did so many other things that I didn't even think I'd have to guard against in my wishlist, and the execution of what we did get was muddled!

I'm so mad about the glove compartment. They mentioned that thing at least three times, it was teased that Rung used it a lot and kept all kinds of stuff in there, and the last time it was mentioned, we heard that it had been fixed, and yet. AND YET. The glove compartment stayed closed and unseen.

This is how I feel about all of the important growth that happened for these characters. Mork's processing his grief for Rung, Day's building his life as a blind person (including using his cane), Day's mom moving past her internalized ableism, Mork learning how to be a partner rather than a caretaker, Day's father realizing he needs to be a better dad, Day and Mork learning how to navigate their social class difference in their relationship; we didn't really get to see any of that. We were just told it had been fixed now, off screen, like the glove compartment.

We did get to see the brothers reconcile and work on being brothers again, I will give the show that.

Also just to say, wow this aged poorly (from the same post linked above, written after ep10):

Mork, in contrast to Day's mother, has always been interested in encouraging Day to learn independence from him, even though Mork's situation in Day's life is potentially so much more precarious than Day's mom is.

I'll say the same thing I said after the ep 11 fight--it isn't the plot points themselves in the latter part of this series I have a problem with, it's how they've been executed. Characters don't feel consistent, what the show tells us happened doesn't seem to reflect what we saw in the show itself, and what the show says is important is then retconned or not addressed.

TL;DR even though the finale hit the bulk of my wishlist it still fumbled the execution and so I found it unsatisfying despite giving me most of what I asked for.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #bl meta #typed so that i can stop thinking it

[emberstoriesandtales]

Comfortable (Vivia Twilight x G/N!Reader)

I hope I did alright with this oneshot, I'm still learning how to write some of the characters, and I'm still trying to find all the gab statues so I can see more of the characters interact with Yuma! Sorry this is a little short, I tried by best. This was requested by @hiitogata I hope you like it!

Summary: After finding Vivia laying down in the fireplace again, Y/N offers to let him rest his head on their lap while he takes a nap.

As the constant rain fell from the clouds above, the splashing from boots hitting the many puddles on the concrete as Y/N ran down the street.

They had just finished doing a request in the Ginma District and were on their way back to the agency.

It took a bit, but after about ten minutes, they finally reached the agency.

Sighing with relief, Y/N climbed inside the subject, taking their coat off and hanging it up on a coat rack that was next to the exit.

"Chief? I'm back." They said as they entered the main room, but was surprised to see that the chief wasn't there.

"Welcome back." a familiar quiet voice spoke up.

Looking to the left, Y/N saw the familiar green hair of Vivia faintly visible from his usual spot in the fireplace.

Lying infront of him was an open book, but he was now looking up at them.

"Hey Vivia, do you know where Chief went?" They asked as they sat down on the floor next to him.

"He went out, he said he won't be back for a while." He said in a tired tone as he closed his book before resting his head on his arm and closing his eyes.

"I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up whenever Chief comes back or if something happens." He mumbled as he was about to drift off to sleep.

"Are you comfortable?"

Opening his eyes, Vivia's dark purple eyes met Y/N's E/C eyes, which held a little bit of concern.

"...what do you mean?" He asked, raising his eyebrow a bit.

"Is sleeping in the fire place comfortable for you?"

Vivia thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

He didn't mind laying down in the fireplace since it brought back happy memories of his childhood.

"It's alright, why do you ask?" He questioned them, curious as to why they asked.

"I was thinking, if you want, you can rest your head on my lap." They said as their cheeks turned pink.

Vivia let out a soft hum as he looked up at Y/N.

"Why not."

With that response, Y/N got up off of the couch and went to sit next to where he was laying down.

Vivia then laid his head right on their thighs and looked up at them with a small smile.

"I guess I can get use to this." He mumbled as he closed his eyes, finding it relaxing as he felt Y/N's fingers run through his hair.

He knew he would be spending time with Y/N more as time goes on, and he didn't mind it one bit.

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #vivia twilight #vivia twilight x reader

[nozunhinged]

This post by @waitmyturtles is what finally, finally led me to the conclusion what bothered me about the series so much (not just the ending) and I'm seriously wondering if this a cultural difference that I misunderstood which geniunely makes me question if I got the whole eyesight-storyline wrong or if it really was bad writing.

(and I didn't wanna mess up all the smart reblog-additions with my personal 2 cents so I made a new post for it)

It's the fact that Day never says himself that he's ready for the surgery/wants the surgery.

From the first episode on, every time they talked about the "eye donation" (which is the first problem imho, he's keeping his eyes and corneas are a tiny, vital part of them), I understood it as a plot device to show how the people around him make the decisions for Day and how he doesn't get the chance to make them for himself.

I felt like I was conditioned to think that way, every time the donation came up I had the reaction of "that's not the point here, deal with the situation at hand and not potential futures!!" and I thought Days lack of a response to the whole topic was meant to inflinct that reaction. Meant to be a sign of Days lack of autonomy and how he slowly, slowly gains it back.

But we never get to hear his own opinion about the possiblity of getting his eyesight back, even with him gaining autonomy and growing as a person, nor do we get a proper explanation by the doctors how his options look like and what a deteriorated cornea even MEANS. We aren't all doctors, we don't know the million different ways sight can be impaired and if it's temporary or not.

Which lead, in combination with Days ongoing lack of a response, to my (!) impression, that this storyline is not relevant to the message the show wants to put out, and that it's a story about how he learns to grow into his this new state of being. Which made the surgery feel like it came completely out of nowhere.

And now I'm wondering - in the context of this being a thai show and family playing a very vital role - did we not need Days explicit approval to learn that he wants it? Was his approval that he let his mom take care of the whole surgery process? Was this why he forgave her so quickly, and always turned to her, was that his approval? Because she stood for the chance of getting his sight back?

I'm not gonna discuss how Day is still a spoiled brat, the absolute obliteration of mhoks character, the unnecessary introduction of august or all the other loose ends of the story...

But with this particular point, I feel like I geniunely misunderstood something and maybe didn't do the story enough justice.

Do I still wish the narrative would've explained the whole eyesight-thing better so we understand the status of days disability better? Yes, absolutely yes.

But I also need a flagpole of signs to understand things so maybe I missed some nuance here and I really really want to know your opinions about this so please comment your thoughts!!

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