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gayelectro · 6 months

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Do you wanna talk about Aiden? I haven't seen anyone ship canon Iron Leaguers with OILs here before!

I would love to!

I know I've seen "OIL" thrown around before, but I'll be honest, I don't know what it means! Happy to hear that Aiden miiiight count as one?

Here he is!

(Art by @toxiccaves! The big ref sheet is here!)

I dunno if you wanted to hear more about his backstory or his history with Top Joy, so I'll give you a little sprinkle of all of it.

Basically, Aiden was custom commissioned for a furniture store. Mostly just as a huge flex to say "we can afford a mecha". It's a teensy bit advertising, but more than anything, Aiden is a retail worker and a pro mover. He can lift very heavy things with ease and he's really precise and careful. But the thing is, in the Iron Leaguer universe, retail bots are outrageously few and far between. By and large, it just makes more sense to hire humans, they're cheaper and don't run on oil.

So overall, Aiden is a very lonely guy and super isolated from other mecha. Plus, his job (where he works somewhere between 60 to 80 hours a week) is soul crushingly boring. So, like many people, he watches sports to escape. He quickly becomes attached to his local pro basketball team. Since their home court is so close, he ends up getting to go watch live games a lot! The court is the only place he feels connected to others, even though he only spectates.

The Dark Queens is my headcanon name for Top Joy's first basketball team. It just follows what we know of that country's naming convention for DARK Federation teams; "Dark [Noun Relating to Royalty]". And DQ just happens to be Aiden's local team. He was already pretty new to basketball in general when Top Joy joined as their Super Rookie. So naturally he becomes a bit of a super fan himself.

Top Joy is sooooooooo happy to have such an enthusiastic fan, so he in turn makes an effort to get close to Aiden. After all, if Top Joy is gonna be the best Leaguer in the history of the league, he's gotta be good to his fans. They become fast friends. Both Aiden and Top Joy are inexperienced and desperate for attention, so they fit together like peanut butter and jelly. A puppy love blossoms between them. Fan meet and greets dissolve into romantic trysts after work. They're cute and giggly and sweet to each other.

But unfortunately, they feed into each other's worst habits and tendencies. Namely, Aiden is a people pleaser, thinks his opinions make him an expert at things, and jumps to put others on a huge pedestal. Which means that when Top Joy vents about his teammates being mean to him, Aiden calls his teammates jealous, because TJ is perfect and his way of playing is the most entertaining. And TJ will listen and take it to heart, mostly because it's exactly what he wants to hear.

Aaaaaaaand we all know that Top Joy's ball hogging and showboat-er-y eventually got him totally kicked off of the team. Because of how DARK handles things, Top Joy essentially just disappears one day. Aiden's boyfriend is gone without a trace and he slowly pieces together that most Dark Queens fans are glad that he's gone. This makes him further retreat back into his job.

But holy crap, the entire plot of Shippu! Iron Leaguer happens! Top Joy goes through a crazy amount of development and now he's got a soccer world championship under his belt?! The news is crazy enough and big enough to reach Aiden, even in his reclusive state. Aiden tried avoiding talking about his job as much as possible, so it would've been hard for Top Joy to find him, but thankfully it's pretty easy for Aiden to find TJ once he knows what team he's on!

They'd end up reconnecting really easily at that point. Aiden had been heartbroken that Top Joy left without so much as a word, but he genuinely believes him when he explains that it wasn't by choice. Plus, in the time they've been apart, Top Joy has grown a lot as a person. He's a lot more emotionally mature than he was. Sadly, Aiden was sort of frozen in place by the separation and self-isolation. So they probably wouldn't fall in love again, they're now in different life stages, but they would be the best of friends.

Plus, now Top Joy has lots of friends and would be eager to introduce everybody on Silver Castle to his first fan and first boyfriend. They'd love him and he'd get the chance to finally make some more connections, deeper connections, to other mecha. Hell, someone might even convince him to try playing a sport. If anyone could do it, it'll be Top Joy and Silver Castle.

Also this is his voice claim:

#Aiden #long post //#oc x canon #OIL #...?#this post is already OBNOXIOUSLY long so if you wanna know more like how the color scheme was thought about so much #or any other design and conceptual details... send another ask because I am a rambler by nature #fuck me I hope this doesn't end up on the main tags I forget how many filler tags you need nowadays #Top Joy #Shippu! Iron Leaguer #AidJoy

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alitwebster · 9 months

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task starter for @savvy-sutton

Sometimes, life tells you it's not the right time to make lemonade with the lemons it gave you. When Ali moved to East Haven with, and for his partner, he did not imagine he would be the sad boyfriend who waits for his loved one to come back from work. Even now that he was working evening shifts super late at night, he would often come home to an empty apartment and a text. "Sorry, got held up at work.". That was his life, that had been his life for far too long now. At first, Ali had trouble connecting with people. He felt lost in a country that didn't feel like home, and, truthfully, got a little homesick. It took time, and effort, to finally make friends. He even had trouble calling them that, feeling like he was betraying the ones he had in Scotland, or all over the world, really. He had two, at first. Two that knew a version of him that wasn't completely up to date. And anyway, who's got only two friends ? Ali felt lonely, and couldn't possibly bother the same two people on repeat. So indeed, it took time and effort, but he finally did it. It had been a few weeks since Ali started to go out at night, on the days when you would tell him you'd be home late. He'd get an invite via text, or he would ask someone if they were out, and he tried to do his best to feel motivated. Because, believe it or not, partying was not Ali's forte. On the contrary, he was one to enjoy cozy nights with a book and a cup of tea. He meditated; ate a macaron and massaged his partner's shoulders. Going out was a violent matter, something that was way out of his comfort zone. However, the 36-year-old quickly came to the realisation that if he wanted to connect with people here, the quickest way to do so was probably to do shots with them, and dance to silly little songs that had either little to no meaning, or a very sexual one. He was uncomfortable, but at least, he wasn't playing housewife anymore. Sadly, the more he tried to connect with people, the more disconnected he felt. He felt foggy, the rush of the alcohol numbing his senses. Tonight was a wild night, but tonight also happened to be one for which Andy had come home on time. Ali just left the apartment too early to realise. The party wasn't in his neighbourhood, and he had to take the car. So right now, as his phone indicated 3 am, Ali had been partying for far too long for his mind to be sane. You know this thing, when people are way drunker than they appear ? Ali's whole drinking game consists of this. He does his best to appear sober, even though he is on the brink of vomitting on his loafers. He was never a huge drinker, and this new habit of his ? Not his best life decision. But right now, it's late, Aindreis is probably sleeping, and the fresh air in front of the bar gives him a second of clarity. He won't be calling Aindreis tonight. The shame would be too grand. It had happened twice already, and that was already too much. Instead, he recognised the path to your part of town, and texted. "Hey, hope you're awake. I can't take the car home, I've had too much to drink and it wouldn't be safe, my friend drank as well. Is there any chance I could crash at your place ?" In that message, include one or two typos due to the dancing sidewalk under Ali's feet, and there you go. The perfect 3 am message. "I'll owe you 1" he adds before switching to his conversation with Aindreis, renamed "Angel face / husband material" in his phone. He took a second to breathe, and focus real hard. "Hi love, going to crash at a friend's place tonight. She doesn't feel so good, and I can't leave her like this. I'll see you in the morning. I love you. To the infinity and beyond." Ali laughed to the Disney joke, and hit send. Fifteen minutes later, he was knocking at your door, after receiving confirmation that he could come. The walk had somewhat brought clarity to his senses, but his breath and his posture still screamed intoxication. "I am so sorry..." He said, shameful. "I couldn't get home like this. Andy would have killed me on the spot."

#easthaventask #ali - interactions #ali - savannah

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viatagrinner · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci.

Beauty and the Beast’s First Love.

Chapter 3.

Part 3/1

He violently grabbed my hand and led me into the next street.

Silvio: Damn, I hate women like you!

MC: Strange, what an unexpected coincidence.

Silvio: Ha, you have some guts to go up against a prince from another country, don't you?

MC: Being a prince... is no reason to trample on people's hearts!

Silvio: In that case, I come with gold to settle it.

MC: Hm..Therefore...

*Bump*, Lord Silvio stepped beside me. A beautiful face approached me, so close that my breath touched it.

Silvio: You've taken up too much of my time. If I'm late for the next meeting, I'll make you responsible for it.

MC: ...Next?

Silvio: That can't be the end of it!

MC: I don't want to go!

Silvio: If you want, I can buy you too, for a price.

(No... Lord Silvio can't understand anything I say.)

MC: No way!

When I pressed hard on his chest, Lord Silvio did not resist and moved away. However, he didn't let go of my hands.

Silvio: I reject it. I don't care what you say, today you are my woman.

(Oh no...)

I was similarly dragged out of the alley into the sun.

(....If that's the stance of Lord Silvio, I have an idea too)

Part 3/2

Next, Lord Silvio visited the residence of a nobleman.

Before I was led into the living room, I saw the young lady giving Lord Silvio an eager look, so I can see that my usage here is not much different from before.

Silvio: Look, you can just sit next to me in silence.

Silvio: Don't do anything unnecessary. If you don't want retaliation, okay?

Lord Silvio is also wary and warns me in advance.

(...Business partner has not yet arrived).

(If I want to do it, now is the time to do it.)

The moment Lord Silvio, who was sitting next to me, sipped the tea that had been prepared and put the cup back on the saucer, I threw away my shame and hugged his arms as hard as I could.

Silvio: ......

MC: Lord Silvio, it is lonely to just sit in silence.

MC: Instead of business meetings, please deal with me. Otherwise, I won't let you go forever.

(Okay, fine. Now I'm a wicked woman... That's the way it has to be!)

It reminds me of a villain from a story I recently read, and I wrap my arms around him harder, suppressing a aching conscience and shame.

However....

(...That's no response at all.)

Two or three reckless remarks seem to fly right out of thin air, and there is an ear-splitting silence in response.

(Don't tell me I've offended you so much that you can't even speak?)

I raised my head fearfully, still hugging Lord Silvio.

Silvio:....

(......Eh?)

Part 3/3

His sinfully beautiful face had turned bright red.

MC: Lord Silvio...?

(It wasn't like he was turning red because he was angry.)

(He's embarrassed...No, Lord Silvio couldn't do that...)

Silvio: Let go of me, you fool!

Lord Silvio came back to himself and tried to pull his arm out, but froze again. Then his face turned redder and redder.

MC: What's wrong?

Silvio: ...You did that on purpose?

MC: On purpose...

Silvio: Oh, really?

Lord Silvio, covering his face with one hand and letting out a heavy sigh, looked at me. ...Or rather, he seemed to be looking at his hand, which I grabbed.

Silvio: Is that right?

MC: What is ..... Ah!

(It can't be... He means my breasts!)

I realized I'd hugged him too tightly, and hastily pulled my hand away.

MC: No, no, no! I didn't do that on purpose!

Silvio:.....

Nobleman: Thank you for waiting so long, Lord Silvio.

The door opens, breaking the awkward atmosphere, and the master of the house appears.

Silvio: Ah, no. You're right on time.

Lord Silvio changed so quickly that I thought his reaction earlier might have been an illusion, because his red, distraught face disappeared.

But it remains firmly in my mind.

(It's a lie. That Lord Silvio...)

I was so shocked by what I had just learned that I remained in a daze until the end of the business meeting.

Part 3/4

Silvio: ......

MC: .........

After the business meeting was over, Lord Silvio got into the carriage and sat down diagonally across from me, not in front of me.

Perhaps wary of what had just happened, he would have touched me so matter-of-factly, but now he was so far away that I could no longer reach him.

MC: Lord Silvio...

Silvio: If you say anything else, I'll send you away.

He pouts so much and puts his cheeks on the windowsill, even looking me in the eye.

(...I don't know what to do, it's ridiculous.)

I casually got up from my seat and sat down next to Lord Silvio, and his shoulders jumped exaggeratedly.

MC:...Phew

Silvio: Damn you...

MC: I'm sorry, too. I was just so surprised...

MC: Perhaps you don't know much about women?

Silvio: Of course not!

Lord Silvio turns around and hugs my waist irritably.

(... After all, I'm not afraid of his touch.)

Surrounded by the gorgeous scent, my heart involuntarily thudded.

Silvio: If you want, I can hold you now.

MC: Don't play dumb, you tastelessly decorated scoundrel.

Silvio: All right, I'll remember your lunge. I'll make you pay for it, along with what you said this afternoon, okay?

(I think the tyrant is back on track again...)

(I'm going to calm down now...)

With a snap, one of the buttons of my blouse is unbuttoned, reminding me that man in front of me is a beast that does not understand the human heart.

(Wait, did you really mean what you just said?)

MC: Lord Silvio!

I cupped his beautiful face in my hands, as if to censure him...

Part 3/5

Silvio: ......

Besides, he blushed awkwardly. His hands stopped moving, and it was as if he froze.

MC:...If that's the way it's going to be, I don't think you need to force yourself to threaten me.

Silvio: Shut up. Do you know what's going on right now?

МС: Yes. I'm sure Lord Silvio can't do much more than unbutton my buttons.

Silvio:.....

MC:...Did I get it right?

Silvio: You just ruined all the fun.

Lord Silvio rudely pushes me away.

(Lird Silvio denied it, but if he really doesn't like women...)

(I wonder if that's also why he tramples on women's hearts...)

Lord Silvio may have a sensitivity that contradicts his apparent arrogance.

(... I accused Lord Silvio without knowing anything about him.)

Of course, what Lord Silvio did to the woman who is in love with him is not easy to forgive.

I don't agree with Lord Silvio's idea that "money is the answer to everything.

I don't understand that. But there must be a story about how Lord Silvio came up with this idea.

I regret now that I said: "No one loves you," without knowing anything.

Silvio: I feel the worst. Aahhhh, I'm so thirsty.

MC:...I'll tell you what, there's a great bar nearby...

Silvio: Do you drink?

MC: Yes. It's not bad in its own way.

Silvio: Then go out with me. You are fully responsible for all this discomfort.

Having said that, Lord Silvio distances himself from me again. There is not much room for escape in the narrow carriage, but this may be Lord Silvio's true feeling/intention.

(I said I didn't "get" Silvio-sama. It's easy to brush it off, but... I don't want to do that.)

I was a little puzzled by the sudden feeling that came over me.

Silvio: Huh. That's not worth it.

Silvio: ....Just looking at the muzzle of the damn dog, profits and losses are balanced.

MC:... Did you just say something?

Silvio: Nothing of the kind.

Lord Silvio, turning away from me, interrupted me without saying anything more.

(It's been a tough day, but...I'm glad I got to know the man's true face.)

Now that I know about Lord Silvio's sensitive side, my impression of him as a man with whom it is difficult to get along has disappeared completely...

1. I'm a fan of Silvio's evil embarrassing face.

2. Mean Keith and Gilbert: Miss Bunny is definitely "Belle." 😈

Good Keith: 💐😇💐 *He doesn't care*.

Silvio: What the fuck is "Belle"? What matters is the frustrated face of the damn dog.

🤣😂

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikepri translation #ikemen silvio #ikemen prince silvio #ikepri silvio #silvio ricci

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wsve · 1 year

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Dear followers and visitors;

I always loved taking pictures. I have had this Tumblr blog since 2012 now, and I can't believe how much things have changed since then. I'm 24 now, and I decided to move to France to start building my life as an independent woman here. Life has not been easy, I've been lonely, heartbroken, overwhelmed, traumatized etc. I lived in Lebanon all my life before this major life change, i don't think you can understand how much living there is hard now, when you don't have a stable revenue in US dollars or some family outside the country to help you financially. My whole family is still living in Lebanon and is very financially unstable, and frankly, sometimes, I feel guilty of leaving them there, to build a new life here, in the beautiful city of Strasbourg that I love so much. I can tell you more about in another post maybe. Now I just wanna share with you that I'm currently on a self-discovery journey to find what I really like, find new passions and hobbies, and hopefully eventually be able to turn those into my future job so i can be financially stable. My parents were teachers, they always taught me to go after what I truly love in life, and what makes me feel happy and alive. I want to do that, but I also want to be rich so I can support them in return, and to thank them for everything that they've done for me all their lives. For that I will share with you what I want to do next: I want to become a photographer, and this matters a lot to me. I am a creative soul at heart, I tried many different creative ways to express myself, but none of them gives me as much joy as taking pictures of meaningful little moments, and you can ask all my friends about that! Photography is the art that I choose to invest myself in, to express myself, and to share with the world. Therefore, my first goal for 2023 is to buy my first professional camera to start living my dream✨ I would really appreciate your help and support through little tips and just by liking and reblogging this post of mine. It would really mean the world to me and could change my whole life. Thank you so much for reading my post, & I hope you enjoy my blog 💖 MC

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glassgauze · 7 months

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it's so strange, now, looking at photos of myself when i was happy, truly happy, and feeling as though i'm looking at a ghost. someone i don't know. i think this depressive spell is the worst i've endured. when i was in hospital, eight years ago, it was different. it was a sudden break, a complete fracture that happened suddenly, so quickly that it was as though the ground split beneath my feet and sent me hurtling toward a pit i never knew was there. but this has been slow. it's been a gradual descent. a fall that happens so, so agonisingly slowly - you know you're falling, but you can't grasp anything to catch yourself, you can't stop, there's nothing you can do until you hit the bottom. and i've been here, at the bottom, for a few weeks now, and i can't find the light or the rungs to climb back up. it's not like before, where the light was immediate. it was small, and it was faint, but it was there, and i moved toward it. but this just feels like darkness and there's no way up.

and there's so few people i can stand to talk to or be around, because everyone makes me feel worse. like i'm screaming and they can't hear me, like there's a wall between us (that maybe i constructed myself). and some of them, they just don't get it. they've never felt depression, not like this. they just blink at you and give you a sympathetic shrug - but it's not really sympathy. it's plastic mock-up, a mask for what they really want to say: 'i wish you'd just get over it and get back to your old self, so we can talk about this thing that i like, so i can use you for my own amusement, so you can start being my friend again because god is it a drag to be yours'.

the very select few i can stand to speak to, that i can stand to be around, have helped, just a little. that alone tells me all i really need to know. i don't need doctors (by god do i not need doctors and how badly they set my mental health back in the past). i need to feel loved. i need to stop pouring from my own cup until it's empty. i need mine to be full too. i need to choose people who give back, not just take. because how people have drained me, talked over me, used me - it's caused this horrific, warped sense of self-worth. i disliked myself enough as it was, i blamed myself for enough. and then i chose people who only pushed that all further. until i felt like there was no one left - that i was loved by no one, and certainly not myself.

i don't need doctors. i just need friends. i need to feel loved. i need my world to expand, to be larger than just my dog and my boyfriend. three of my friends, they have been wonderful, they have tried their best to remind me that i am worth something and none of this is to say that they have not been great. but one lives at home, the other across the country and though the other is here, her world is so much larger and seeing each other is hard. keeping in touch digitally is hard with everyone. and though these friends have been great, i still feel so fucking lonely, so isolated. so alone. and i guess that just adds to it, doesn't it? it's so easy to feel forgotten by the whole world when you're isolated.

#it felt good just to type and type and type not thinking about anything else except getting this all out #.txt #delete later

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aleenapallaz · 2 years

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Stay with me? Please…

This is my entry for @rainxox0's writing contest. Enjoy!

link to contest

p.s. I tried hurt/comfort, idk how well the comfort came ahah, I had fun with it though.

"Y/n?"

Your blood froze at the familiar voice calling out your name.

"Ghostbur I told you to leave me alone," You said coldly, but you already knew that the voice was not Ghostbur’s. This voice was harsh and sturdy and controlled. Regardless, you refused to turn around.

"Y/n..." the vistor's voice was softer this time, and your heart wavered. But you refused to let yourself get hurt again; so, as much as it hurt, you gathered your supplies and started the trek back to your home in the woods.

"Y/n please. Just hear me out, this one time." He was insistent. Following you through the winding path to your small, lonely cabin.

"I'm not talking to you."

"I just want to apologize. I know I've hurt you and I just wanted to say sorry."

You froze to a halt, your heart twisting at his words. His voice sounded sincere, but you knew better than anyone else how sincere he could make a lie sound. Broken promises that were once whispered on cold dark nights now flitted through your mind like the ghost of what might've been. "I love you"s and "stay here"s; the memories flooded your head, and with them the pain and heartache that had followed in their absence.

"Sorry? You want to say sorry?" You turned to face him at last. He looked exactly as you remembered him, save for the streak of white in his hair, and– as much as you hated it– h e was still the most beautiful person you had ever seen. You hated the way his presence put you at ease and the way he played with your heart. "All the apologies in the world could never make me forgive you, Wilbur" Most of all you hated how familiar it felt for his name to pass through your lips.

“I know. Y/n, I know that, and I want to make it up to you.”

“And how do you plan on doing that? Because the way I see it, nothing could ever make up for what you did.”

“Just tell me what I’ve done wrong. Please, Y/n. I’ll do anything to fix it.”

“You want me to tell you what you did? Fine. How about how you used me? How you used my loyalty? How despite everything, no matter when I disagreed or when I was afraid I stood by your side, but you couldn’t even do a fraction of that for me? How you left me when I needed you most? How you let me believe I had a chance with you?”

“A chance? Y/n? I don’t- Y/n, what are you talking about?”

“I would've done anything for you! I was willing to sacrifice everything for you! And you let me! I worked, and I plotted, and I fought, and I died for L’manburg! Because you loved it! Because it was your country! Your unfinished symphony! Only for you to blow it all up! I gave up everything! Even you! Because I loved you! ”

Your shouts echoed through the empty forest as you struggled to catch your breath.

Wilbur took a tentative step forward. When he saw that you hadn’t immediately pulled back, he took another step forward. “Oh y/n….”

As the distance between the two of you closed to merely inches, you were reminded of every time you promised each other after. After the war. After the election. After the revolution. It was always for after and in the time following Wilbur’s death, you found yourself wondering if after was ever going to come. But here you stood, facing the man, alive once again, after everything.

Wilbur’s hand hovered over your shoulder before gently resting upon it. When you managed to raise your eyes to meet his, you were surprised to see that his careful mask had been dropped, replaced by a tender expression you hadn’t seen in so long.

“Y/n…” He whispered your name softly, “L’manberg might have been my symphony, but you, Y/n. You were always my muse.”

You jerked your head up in surprise, meeting his eyes. “Your muse?” You asked quietly. You were now so close together that his breath tickled your cheeks.

“You were my muse, Y/n. You are my muse. Everything I have ever done; it was because of you. It was for you.”

“For… me?”

“For you. L’manberg… everything. It was so that we could build a future. Together.”

“Together.” You whispered breathlessly.

“I know I hurt you, Y/n. I know it was inexcusable” His voice was quiet, level. “I shouldn’t have left you like that. I know an eternity of apologizing won’t ever make up for it, so let me start now at least.”

“Wilbur…”

“Y/n, I love you.” Your eyes scanned his for any sign of a lie. “All this time it was you that kept me going. That gave me hope.. Y/n, I can’t do this without you so I promise, I will never leave your side ever again. I will spend eternity making it up to you if that’s what it takes.”

“I don’t know Wilbur… after everything that’s happened, I don’t know… ”

“Tell me that you don’t feel anything for me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me anymore, and I will never bother you again. But Y/n, if there is even the slightest chance that we could make this work, I don’t want to let it slip through my fingers again. I don’t want to let you slip through my fingers ever again.”

The world was silent.

“I love you too, Wilbur Soot.” Your voice was so quiet, and you weren’t sure what you were more afraid of: that he didn’t hear it or that he did.

“Then stay with me? Please…"

You studied his face, full of desperation, and you knew he was willing to try. He was willing to give it his all, and that was enough.

“Okay.” You said quietly. Then again with more conviction, “Okay.”

And when he finally embraced you, you knew, maybe- just maybe– everything might just turn out okay after all.

#rain beloved #rain's writing contest #dream smp #writing contest #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #hurt/comfort #:)

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nashibirne · 3 years

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PICK UP

Trucker!Sy is back! I had so much fun writing him, so I decided to write a follow-up to Truck Stop. In this one Sy initiates a little role play. I hope you like it just as much as part 1. If so, please leave me a reblog, comment or like 💜. Thanks!

Pairing: Syverson x reader/y/n/you (f)

Word count: 2.3 k

Summary: Sy wants to pick up a little bird at a bar. This is a follow-up to Truck Stop but you can read it without knowing part 1.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, PWP, smut, sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, roleplay, cream pie

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Credits: I don't own Captain Syverson

Find my other fics on my masterlist!

Taglist:

@lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @hell1129-blog @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @artandotherdelights @notabronte @littlefreya @luclittlepond @eldarwen333 @meowpurrbooks @marantha @liliumdream @enchantedbytomandhenry @greensleeves888 @witcherfan @margauxmargaux07 @radaofrivia @m07belzen @a-little-counter-esperanto @starstruckkittyangel @mary-ann84

Off we go....

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Imagine, you liked the little role play, your girlfriend surprised you with so much, you want to return the favor. You didn't tell her what you've planned, you've just told her to show up at that bar and to play along....

I am nervous, I mean like really nervous, which is silly, because it's my girlfriend I'm going to meet in a few minutes. But then again, tonight she's not my girlfriend. She's going to be a random stranger, sitting at the bar, catching my eye and I'll try to pick her up.

I enjoyed her surprise the other day so much, our little the-trucker-and-the-hitch-hiker-role play, I want to return the favor and so I told her to come to the "Midnight Cowboy" at 8 o'clock and wait there for me at the bar. And that's why I sit here in a dark corner booth with a good view at the entrance and the barstools, glancing nervously at my watch again and again. I'm really not sure if this is going to be a success. I've never been the type for one-night-stands or flings. I've always been in long-time-relationships, with my first love at high school, with two women in my twenties, with my ex-wife and now with y/n. All my relationships started the classical way. You meet through friends or through your job or at a party, you start dating, you fall in love and get serious.

Never before have I tried to hook up with a woman just for one night at a bar, guess I'm an old-fashioned boomer but well...that's me. The door opens once again and I raise my head hoping it's her but it's just a middle-aged couple with matching outfits and a tiny dog on a leash. Oh, wait, there she is, y/n follows right behind them. She looks so pretty, my heart skips a beat. It's still hard to believe that a woman like her wants to be with an ordinary trucker like me. She's dressed up, wearing a pretty summer dress that's sexy in an innocent way. It's not showing much skin but I know what a great body hides underneath, I know the curves that are wrapped up in the light blue fabric with the floral print by heart and that's why it's so promising and hot to me.

She takes a quick look around before taking a seat at the bar. I duck my head and hide myself from her eyes. I don't want her to see me, not yet. She smiles at the bartender and makes her order. It's cute how she's sitting there, fumbling with the colorful bangles on her wrist that match her outfit, glancing at her watch. She's nervous too and to be honest that's a big relief.

The guy at the other end of the bar keeps looking at her and he's not very subtle. Actually it's more ogling than looking and I feel the jealousy rise in my guts. She's my woman and I should be the one undressing her with his eyes. Well, to be honest I am. I just can't keep my eyes off of her, her gorgeous body and her lovely face. The bartender places a cocktail in front of her, it's a Tequila Sunrise, and she takes a sip, before checking the time again.

Okay, it's time for my entrance, to let the games begin. I take my beer and leave my comfortable booth to sit down at the bar. I choose a stool diagonally across from my sweet little bird to make sure it's easy to have eye contact. When she sees me she presses her lips together to suppress a grin. She gives me a quick, curious glance before she lowers her eyes on her drink. I have a swig of beer and keep looking at her to get back her attention. If I wasn't her boyfriend I probably would freak her out by staring at her like a psycho but I don't know what else to do. Luckily she knows I'm not some kind of creep and so she gives me a look and a delicate smile eventually. I return the smile, nodding at her and I raise my trucker cap a little to greet her.

She giggles and looks away, pretending a shyness that's not typical for her but very fitting for our little role play. While she fakes innocence I try to strike her as a man who knows what he's doing and who knows the rules of this game. We keep on exchanging glances and smiles but I have to make a move eventually and so I do what I consider to be smooth and I beckon the bartender to come over.

"Another beer for me please and another Tequila Sunrise for the pretty lady over there."

"Sure."

He gives me a nod and brings me a new bottle of beer just seconds later before mixing her cocktail. He places it in front of y/n, talking to her and they look in my direction at the same time. He goes back to polishing glasses and she flashes me a bright smile, mouthing 'thank you' over the country music that's a little too loud for my taste. I mouth a 'welcome' back and raise my bottle to her. She takes a sip of her drink with a sexy smirk but averts her eyes again.

Time for the next move. I get up and walk over to her with big confident strides and a bit of a swagger. I know women like the way I walk and move and y/n is no exception.

"Mind if I join you?" I smile at her with what's supposed to be a flirtatious wink. She looks me up and down skeptically.

"Why?"

"Umm…" I'm not prepared for this question and I don't know a single pick-up line that wouldn't be an absolute cliche or totally sexist, so I decide to stay close to the truth. "You just caught my eye. You're not only pretty but you seem to be an interesting person. So…" God, I suck at this. Please don't make it too hard for me, little bird.

"You can tell I'm an interesting person just by looking at me for ten minutes straight?" She gives me a teasing smile and I can't help but laugh.

"Okay, that sounds strange, I know. Let me try again, okay?"

"Okay."

"I saw you sitting here and you caught my eye. You're beautiful on the outside and I just hope on the inside you're beautiful too and hopefully an interesting person...so... I'd just like to get to know you by chatting a little." I shrug and give her a sheepish smile because I feel like an idiot.

"Well, honestly, that's a great answer. Much better than the usual pick up crap. So, yes, please..." She pats on the seat beside her and I sit and turn to her.

"Thanks. I'm Tom, by the way. But everyone calls me Sy."

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you...Sy. Sy is short for?"

"Syverson. My last name."

"I see. Sy. I like the sound of it. Feels good on my tongue." She smiles again and I'm at a loss for words for a moment. Cheeky little bird. Time for a bold move. "I may have more things to offer that feel good on your tongue", I grin with a smirk.

"Oh, really?" She raises an eyebrow. "Such as?"

"You'll find out...eventually...maybe." I wink at her and raise my bottle. "Cheers."

"Cheers, Sy." She takes a big sip from her Tequila Sunrise and I look her deep in the eyes. "So what are you doing at this bar, all alone, y/n? Or are you waiting for someone?"

"No. I'm not. I'm here on my own. Actually I was so lonely at home, bored and unsatisfied so I decided to get out and about a bit."

"And you're lucky you found me. I'm known for keeping women entertained and satisfied." I may be overacting a little but I hope my little bird plays along. "Women? More than one at the same time?" She smiles at me innocently.

"One after another of course."

"Lucky me, I'm first in line tonight."

"Right." I laugh and she joins in, patting my thigh playfully. "You're a funny guy, Sy. So what do you do besides satisfying women? For a living I mean."

"I'm a trucker."

"Oh, that's great. Do you have your own truck?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Cool. I like big machines. Strong engines, roaring loud but running steady with a lot of power. Hard to handle but a smooth ride…"

"I bet you do." I give her one of these smirks she finds so sexy and she grins before she takes the cherry from her drink to take it in her mouth. The whole cherry, complete with fruit and stem. She chews, swallows and spits out the stone, placing it on her napkin carefully, but where's the stem, I wonder. Fascinated, I watch her tongue move around in her mouth for several seconds and then she opens her pretty lips and sticks out her tongue, presenting to me the cherry stem that now is knotted. She takes it and places it right in front of me. I gulp and look her straight in the eyes. "Did you just knot the stem with your tongue?"

"Yeah. I'm good with my tongue." She holds my gaze and licks her lips and I feel my dick twitch in my jeans. Jesus. My girlfriend is Audrey Horne and I feel like Dale Cooper all of the sudden. Fascinated, aroused and confused by her. "You mean you know more tricks than this one?" She leans in to whisper in my ear. "Many more." When I turn my head her face is just inches away from mine and I stare at her mouth, leaning in. She does the same and as soon as our lips meet we share a hungry, passionate kiss.

It takes us ten minutes to pay, leave and get to my flat that's just around the corner. As soon as the doors of the elevator close behind us y/n literally jumps me. I grab her by her ass and press her body against the wall, kissing her feverishly while she rubs her pussy over my hard-on.

When we reach my floor I carry her to my apartment, we're still making out and so I keep on stumbling, crashing into the walls of the hall several times. I manage to open the door, while y/n is licking my earlobe and kissing and sucking on my neck which makes me moan.

I put her down and drive her towards the wall until her back is pressed against the rough surface. We keep on kissing with animalistic passion and hunger and I grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head, parting her legs with my thigh at the same time. She immediately starts riding it. I use my other hand to caress her tits and our moans get louder.

I let go of her hands and sink down on my knees. I hitch up her skirt and press a hot kiss on her vulva just to pull down her panties then ever so slowly. I grab her leg and place it on my shoulder before I start to eat her pussy. God, I love this...to taste her juices, to smell her arousal, to hear her soft moans and sighs.

"God, Sy…" Her voice is thick with lust and I can tell she's close already. I go on, keep on licking and sucking, I give her pleasure with my mouth, my lips, my tongue and I know she loves the way my beard scratches her sensitive skin. I work my magic on her clit and she cums soon with a long lustful moan, whispering my name while her fingers run over my scalp. I get up and she pulls me close for another kiss, she loves tasting herself on my tongue. She tugs on the hem of my shirt and I strip it off and throw it away. Her hands run over my hairy chest and when she pinches my hard nipples I let out a feral growl. "Babe...I need you. I want you." I pant out of breath.

"Fuck me, Sy."

I open my fly in a hurry and get my dick out. It's so hard it almost hurts and I just want to stuff her sweet little pussy with my fat cock. My jeans drop to the floor and I grab her by her waist to lift her up. She wraps her legs around my hips and I place my hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks. I move her in the right position to enter her and make her sink onto my dick. I glide inside of her and immediately start to thrust. I fuck her fast, I fuck her hard, I fuck her deep and we both love it. I groan and grunt like an animal. My brain's stopped working, it's just basic instinct and lust now and I get closer to the edge with every raw thrust.

Her little shrieks and the way she moans tell me I hit exactly the right spot and the fact that she's about to cum again makes me even hornier, driving my arousal to new heights. I get higher and higher and when she calls my name from the top of her second climax, scratching my back, her whole body shivering, I explode inside of her. I orgasm with a loud groan and keep on thrusting when I cum, savouring every single second of this hot play's grand finale. I pull my cock out and take a step back, still out of breath. I look at her and she's a mess, her clothes crumpled, my cum running down her thighs. I cup her face and kiss her tenderly. "I've ruined your pretty dress."

"Forget the stupid dress, baby. You've made my day."

She kisses me back and it's the beginning of a long night full of love making - of two people who know each other well and love each other much, having sex that is even better than the spectacular fuck of these two, who pretended to be strangers. And I can tell you, she showed me all of her tricks that night.

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calllamander · 3 years

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Okay I'm ready I've made up my mind , here's a little backstory no one wants to hear: my sister just got engaged and I cried for about half an hour because I was so freakin happy for her sooo I'm in such a lovely mood , maybe you can pick that up and write a little engagement thingy ? :) idc if it's drabble hcs or else , whatever works best for you sweetie 😊 also you can pick the character ...... but we both know who works always for us lmao

Thank you so muuuch and take all the time you need ! 💖

ahhhh! this is so sweet! nonnie congrats to your sister!! when I got this ask I literally started smiling so wide in my online class that everyone was really confused 😂 I hope this is alright...and plausible haha I’ve never been proposed to (hurry up Tooru smh) - sorry for the wait, this is my piece de résistance and I wanted it to be as good as it could be ❣️

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KUROO smiled at you from the passenger seat, your hand in his as usual as you drove, Tokyo fading into the patchwork fields of country. “tetsu...” you ask, laughing as the wind tangled you’re hair, “where are we going?” it seemed almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask because he suddenly looked nervous, very nervous, the kind of nervous where he accidentally blurts out chemistry pick up lines on the first date (it’s a miracle he got a second one). he looked over, emboldened by your easy enthusiasm. “do you remember when we were still in high school, and you used to call me and just say ‘get me out of here?’ ” his voice is low and serious, and impossibly gentle with emotion. you nod, and your smile gets sadder at the memory, the memory of you. “well,” he stops the car and opens up his door, hurrying round to do the same for yours, composing his thoughts as you start the walk, down the path off the road, along the river, and he feels a flush of pride as recognition illuminates your face. it’s a perfect evening, the sky is watercolour pink and orange, and the water reflects it perfectly. “we found this place by chance” he continued speaking faster from nerves, “and when we walked down this- this exact path, i knew that this was different from anything else. my whole life I have had a good life, and I had been with good people and yet I‘d just felt...” he paused, and looked you right int he eyes, before sighing out: “restless.” your mouth opens slightly and you whisper his name. “And you know when I’m with you I just feel still” he continues, starting to blink back tears. “and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything y/n l/n, and” he got down on one knee: in front of the setting sun, and the river refracting the light. and he did look still. he looked radiant and relaxed and so so happy. and you covered your face with your hands but stopped yourself because you didn’t want to miss any of this. “and this is my moms ring” he said, “and i wish she could’ve met you but I know she would have“ his voice cracked and he looked away for a split second, swallowing hard, “would have loved you almost as much as I do.” he grinned in spite of himself and you smiled too, even through your tears. “so,” he laughed, “after all this, I guess ill just....” he laughed again, messing his hair up agitatedly, “will you marry me?”

“yes!” you laugh and run towards him, “a thousand times yes!”

OIKAWA looked himself over once more in the mirror, he’d tried hard to look like he’s trying but also casual which makes him feel kind of stupid but that paradox of appearances and feelings is just how he’s wired. casual. not I’ve-been-planning-this-for-forever-and-if-it-goes-badly-i-don’t-have-the-faintest-idea-what-I’d-do. that’s not what he wants. it needs to be a total surprise. the rings already in his breast pocket, right above his heart. the ring feels like happiness. “princess?” he spins and offers you his arm, “ready?” And when he’s sees you he blushes down neck like when its genuine, because you look beautiful in that dress, and he might be getting a little bit choked up, and ducking down to hide it. because...because it’s you, because he’s actually doing this. with you. actually. finally. “lets go then” you laugh and he laughs back with a determination usually reserved for the court. because this is everything. the drive is a short one and the night air is cold against your cheek, the streetlights make oikawa’s hair a coppery halo round his head and the wind fluffs it up in a way he gets frustrated about but you could stare at all day. “i love you ” you sigh, looking over at your boyfriend, and he blushes and stutters and tries to focus on the road. “I love you too darling” and he gives you the gentlest smile that he‘s ever shared with anyone “te amo, mi alma.” he parks and takes your hand. the observatory is empty: long closed, and your heels clack on the tiled floor. the stairs are steep, but the two of you are young and you‘re boundless because that’s what love does to people. in no time at all you step out, into the round room that forms the top floor, and gasp. there’s candles set in the corners and there’s flowers and there’s your boyfriend looking utterly ethereal, his white shirt a buttery yellow in the candle light. and you feel your heart just ache with how much you love him. he presses a button, and, as the roof starts to open up like a flower, he takes a deep breath. “when I was younger every time I felt lonely I used to think about space” sliver by sliver the roof was opening up, and you could see a glass dome, snatches of stars, pinpricks of light. torus voice was gentle, and fragile, and proud and horrifically insecure and somehow everything because it was him. “theres more out there“ He glanceable up at the sky unfolding, “than we can ever comprehend...I liked it. I liked that it was infinite. i liked that I belonged to something that was chaotic and orderly and empty and full” he swallowed hard. “and then there was you. and you were the best person I had ever met. and I thought that maybe I would have to be something else for you, because i’ve felt like that my whole life. but you - you just...made me feel like I belonged. and I didn’t need the night sky anymore because this,” the roof finally opened all the way and for one perfect moment it was just you, tooru and the universe: the heaviness of him, and the lightness too. “this is infinite.” he dropped down on one knee. “y/n l/n I love you with everything in the solar system and I will until every last star is blown out, and a thousand years more. and this isn’t horrifically corny so I’m going to just ask: will you marry me?” You let out a sob

“yes”

SAKUSA leant into your touch the way he never had for anyone else. like a warmth he never knew was missing, a tiny puzzle piece in his soul. your hand was running through his hair, occasionally creeping down to rub his back. he blushes, because irritatingly he can’t stop himself (but does he wean them to?). you‘re off guard now, relaxed, eyes closed, breathing in the night air from the roof of your apartment block. his face is in your neck and it’s all very peaceful (so peaceful it makes his heart hurt). he takes a deep breath (its now or never). “...hey y/n?” you hum, opening your eyes to show you’re listening. he struggles to think of what to say. “i love you” he settles on. you kiss his hair, “I love you too omi.” you say it like it’s obvious and he shakes his head, sitting up a little more so he can look at you. “no, I mean...I- I didn‘t know what love was. and I didn’t realise how badly I wanted it, until I met you. and I just” he exhales, momentarily turning his head up to stare into the sky. “I want to spend forever with you. that. that’s what I want. and I don’t have a ring, or a dramatic plan and maybe that’s what you would have wanted-” he’s looking down now, he knows, getting nervous, and he forces himself to get back on track. “but” He realises he should be kneeling and goes to do so in front of you. “I would be the happiest man alive if you would marry me.” and there, on a camp bed that he dragged onto the roof and covered with bedding just because you mentioned you liked the night, under the cloudy 11 o clock sky with the love of your life. you said yes.

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theresa-nam-nam-me · 3 years

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| hybrid seokjin | true love

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Requested?: yes

Sugar glider Hybrid jin x reader

Summary → owners and their hybrids, a magical story of the two falling in love at first sight but jin knew better then anyone that this wasn't the case. Meeting you though, was nothing but a pure miracle.

Warnings: none

"Y/n!" Your friend shouted for you "yes misa?" You said trying to swallow your salad "I and jisoo are going to Italy next week" she said excitedly showing you her plane tickets. "That's great!" You smiled "and i, kind of need a favor" she dragged her words "i was wondering if you could look after jin for a few days, while I'm in Italy." You had forgotten she had that sugar glider hybrid she hadn't talk about him much "you aren't bringing him along with you?" You asked confused "uh, no i don't want him to ruin the mood, so will you please!" She begged clasping her hands together. You knew he was a hybrid but he was also a grown man, couldn't he take care of himself? "Fine" you sighed

The week passed too quickly and now you were standing outside misas door with a small suitcase in hand. "Y/n! Come in" she gestured you inside. "Good evening misa" you greeted, looking forward was rather a tall hybrid with small ears, a long tail that match the soft brown of his hair, and plump red lips. "Good evening jin" you smiled taking off your coat "good evening Miss. L/n," he said "oh please call me y/n" he smiled and nodded "ill show you to your room," misa said dragging you alongside her. "Here you go" she opened the door. The room was just a plane guest room with a bed, small tv, and a few plants.

"Well ill see you in a few days, take care!" Misa waved to you before sprinting out the door. After unpacking your things you left your room and a great creamy smell hit you. You followed it into the kitchen seeing jin make an alfredo sauce. "What is that?" You asked "oh, it's nokey" (Italian dish) "it smells amazing" you complemented making him smile "thank you, would you like some?" He asked, you nodded your head happily. Seokjin placed the bowls on the table and pulled out a seat for you. "Thank you jin" you said before sitting down.

Jin picked up his fork blowing away the steam making his cheeks puff up. "Do you like it?" He asked, tail slightly swinging behind him "yes, it's delicious" you said stuffing your face with more "I thought I'd be making dinner for you though" you commented. He could clearly cook very well without issue so you didn't see why he needed to be babysat. After dinner you decided to take a shower before bed. getting out you wrapped a towel around you, when you opened the door you were met with jins now flustered face “oj jin, can i help you?” you questioned, he shook his head “i was wondering if you would like to watch a movie” he asked “sorry jin maybe tomorrow, i'm really tired right now”

you felt bad seeing jins smile drop and silently moving out of the way “goodnight jin” you smiled making his small ears perk up again “goodnight y/n'' it took you a few minutes to adjust but you slowly started to drift off with heavy eyelids and the sounds of rain hitting the roof. you were barely coneses when you felt the other side of the bed dip. “hello” you grumbled out looking through halfly opened lids. “sorry i just don't like storms...may i stay here” you nodded not thinking much of it until you felt him cuddle into you. his head hid in your neck, you let out a soft sigh before combing your hands through his hair.

The sun shines through the window and you hid under the cover but the sudden smell of pancakes slowly pulled you out of bed leading you to the kitchen “Jin?” You called seeing him flip pancakes over the stove “good morning y/n” he greeted you “please take a seat in almost done with breakfast” you nodded seating yourself at the table watching him flip a few more pancakes before placing them on a plate and setting it in front of you. “ thank you seokjin” he smiled before digging into his plate. You whipped you mouth with a cloth before picking up your plate and washing it “would you like to watch a movie today before I go?”

“Yes, do you like Avengers?” he asked. You nodded after seokjin finished his plate he quickly washed up before sitting on the soft Couch turning on the tv. “Sit with me” he pulled you next to him as you held a bowl of popcorn. You had seen the movie plenty of times before so it was no surprise when you started drifting off to a soft nap and slowly leaning against seokjins shoulder. “Im back!” a loud voice interrupted your peaceful slumber making you flinch away from jin as if being caught doing something wrong. You quickly regained yourself standing up straight “misa! How was your trip?” you asked moving into a hug “amazing, you should have seen it, such a beautiful country!” she smiled greatly. “How was jin?” she asked looking over at him, her voice toning down from her energetic energy. “Oh, he's fine, he is a grown man after all” she only mumbled an “i guess” to your comment before changing the subject.

After a few more minutes of catching up, you packed your stuff and headed to the door “y/n” jins voice called behind you, when you turned your head jin held out his hands holding out a small box, you gentle took it from his hold “what is it?” you asked “some homemade chocolates...a thank you for visiting” he smiled “thank you jin” he nodded opening the door for you. “Goodbye jin” you waved goodbye to each other.

His smile feel as he closed behind you, he felt his heart suddenly ache as he walked deeper into the house. “Can y/n come for dinner?” Jin asked sering misa started to unpack, she just shot him a glare to leave her alone. That evening when dinner rolled around he sat in silence as misa stared at her phone paying no mind to him,you seemed to have plagued jins mind, he missed your conpany at the table and recalled the conversation you had together. He began to realize how lonely he truly was and how you weren't just in his head but filled his heart with a warm sensation.

That night he felt himself twisting and turning in bed, he was unable to sleep. The previous night cuddled up to you felt like such bliss that tonight couldn't satisfy him. He reluctantly threw his covers off and touched his feet to cold hardwood floors. He tiptoed into the living room seeing misa to occupied with what was on tv to notice him slipping by. He made his way to the door, slowly turning the nob before slipping out. He followed the smell of rosemary and soon ended up in front of a small apartment door. He honestly hadn't thought what hed do when he got to this stage but he knew it was to late to turn back now.

He slowly rose his hand knocking it against the door. “Hello” you peaked your head out from behind the door in your PJs and messy hair. “Hi y/n” jin greeted “oh seokjin, it's late is misa here?” you asked confusion. “No it's just me, I just wanted to see you and maybe stay a while,” he said awkwardly, not wanting to jump on you with the idea of mates just yet. “Uh sure,” you opened up the door making way for him. “What brings you here?” you asked closing the door “i thought we could hang out” you raised a brow looking up at the clock, “at 1 am?” he nodded his head. “We could finish our movie” he smiled hoping to lighten the mood. You nodded your head before making your way to the couch together.

-time skip (the next morning)-

The sun shined in between the curtains, you pushed your blanket of touching your feet to the cold hardwood before making your way into the kitchen. You could see jins sleeping figure on the couch, he stayed the night after falling asleep during the movie. You turned around to make breakfast. “Y/n?” seokjins mumbly voiced called out. “Good morning jin, I'm making breakfast if you'd like to take a seat” jin stood from the couch making his way to the dining room padding down his messy hair. You set his plate down in front of him and began to eat. “You never told me why you came over last night” jin nearly choked at your comment. “Oh well, you see there's this thing called a mate and-” the doorbell rang cutting off jins sentence.

You opened the door to see misa with a very unpleasant look on her face “misa you must be looking for jin-” you were loudly cut of by her yelling “so he is here!” she pushed past you “who gave you permission to leave last night?!” she screamed at him “it's really no big deal misa” you tried to rationalize. “I wanted to see y/n but you wouldn't listen!” jin yelled back slamming his hand on the table. “And this is the type of stunt you pull! You can't listen to you lucky if you ever see her again!” misa spat balling her first “You can't! Y/ns my mate!” he screamed out. There was a moment of f silence before misa gave a huff and snatched jin by the collar of his shirt in an attempt to drag him out the house. jin harshly pulled back riping his shirt. “Im staying with y/n!”he screamed pulling you in front of him.

“Please y/n will you keep me?” his eyes turned puppy looking at you. “But mias your owner not me” he sighed “but your my mate, like a soulmate!” he begged “i-i don't know jin misa can provide better-” “i don't care I want you y/n!” he said nudgeing his head into your shoulder. You looked back at misa who gave you a nasty glare but then back at jin who could break into tears at any moment “ill keep him” you said. Misas eyes widened before returning to a glare “fine!! but don't even think of coming back to get your stuff!” she yelled walking out slamming the door behind her.

Your mind was blank at what had just happened but you were brought back to reality by jin snuggling his face into your neck. “Thank you y/n this is all I've ever wanted” a sense of relief washed over you as you wrapped your arms around him, you didn't know what could become of this but you are willing to accept whatever it may be.

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oilivia · 3 years

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"It could never be me" - Tooru Oikawa x Reader

a/n: i just want to say sorry in advance cause i broke my own heart writing this one. no beta and i hope there aren’t too many mistakes! no one asked for this, but here it is, i accept hate mail.

cw: angst, mentions of sex and slight explicit language, friends with benefits

wording: 1.2k

It started with an "I met someone, love". That 'love' he threw at you so casually. Like it meant nothing. And suddenly it felt like the walls were closing in around you, like every stolen kiss, every caress and caring word meant nothing. Just like the nonchalant 'love' he'd call you in that silvery voice of his, your limbs entangled late into the night, covers draped over your sweaty bodies. It was your favorite word. Oh, the irony, how it bit and tore at you.

"Congratulations, Tooru." You tried not to stutter as you spoke, wanting to let the words come out and not the tears. He didn't seem to notice. He looked happy, happier than you’d seen him in a long time. You felt the burn of jealousy in your chest, gripping your heart and squeezing. The bitter taste of the false hope you hid so well within the darkest crevices of your heart - now getting choked out and bursting, flaming poison running through your veins instead of blood.

It hurt. You stood there, talking, but you didn’t register a thing he said. He told you about her, how beautiful she was, how her eyes sparkled when she laughed. You would just nod with a smile that wouldn't reach your glassy eyes, mechanically chanting 'Oh, I'm so happy for you'. A tiny voice in your head pleaded, desperate, trying to convince you that it must be a cruel joke. That soon he'd yell 'Gotcha!' and wrap you in a tight hug, a grin on his face and he’d make fun of you for taking him so seriously. But you knew, you knew that wasn't true. Not this time.

You hoped it would be you. Against all odds, you really hoped he would choose you. You gave yourself to him, spread yourself paper thin for him. You held his hand when he was sick and kissed his lips when he was lonely. You let him enter and claim the deepest parts of you and you cried his name like a prayer each time his hips snapped into yours. You kneeled before him as if he was your god. And waited. You waited for him to tell you that he loves you, that he wants more.

And you hoped. Hoped, that he'd see how perfect you are for him, how well you knew him, how you'd bring him exactly what he wanted even before he asked for it. But he didn't want you. He told you that, didn't he? 'We're just friends helping each other kill loneliness'. That's what he said. But you didn't listen, you didn't want to listen. You only wanted to hope, that maybe, just maybe, he would want you too.

All the embraces felt like lies, all the times he told you how pretty you looked with your thighs spread for him, your face messy from the drool and tears, your body bending and shaking and your back arching. It all felt like betrayal. You remembered that time he said ‘If we’re still single at 40, we’ll marry and move to the country’ quoting some lyrics of a song you now learned to hate. It was such a cliche, but he told you he meant it. And you both laughed and you fucked with that song playing in the background.

"Why?" You couldn't hold the words in anymore. They burst out of your mouth before you could stop it, before you could lie again and tell him just how happy you were for him. "Why not me?"

"What do you mean, love?" There it was again. That cursed word, the one that didn't let you sleep at night, the one that made your bed feel so damn cold unless his body was lying next to yours, unless his lips were wrapped around yours. You laughed. A laugh that felt as if it ripped your soul to shreds. It hurt so much. How dare he use that word when he didn’t know what it meant to you? How dare he call you love when all you did was love and all he did was take. He took your love and drank it like it was water in the desert. He wasn't thirsty, yet, he still drank it all, leaving you empty.

And you hated yourself, hated yourself for being selfish. He told you, didn't he? He said you were just friends. And yet you didn't listen and you fell, you fell so deeply in love with him, letting it consume you, body and soul and aching heart. You fell for your best friend. Tooru Oikawa. The man who would never want you, such was fate's cruel joke.

He watched as tears spilled from your eyes on the skin of your cheeks, how your mouth trembled, slightly opened as you looked at him. A look that spoke what you couldn't 'Please tell me I'm the one'. He brushed the hair out of your face and cupped your cheek gently, as if you’d break if he didn’t handle you with care. His touch so soft that you felt your breath hitch and the tears stop for a moment as you looked up into his chocolate eyes. He was beautiful, so beautiful and so out of reach.

"I'm sorry, love." Again with the love.

"Please stop." There they were, the tears, falling even harder than before. "Please stop calling me that. Not when you're ripping my heart out of my chest."

You couldn't decide what was worse, the confusion or the pity on his face. You gulped and you laughed. And you couldn't help but reach for his lips, prying them open with your tongue. One last kiss. One last embrace and then you'll go. You couldn't stand to watch him happy with her, you knew that and now he’d know as well. His lips tasted like strawberry and salt, the chapstick you bought him mixed with your tears as you kissed, as you bit his lip and sucked on his tongue one last time. So twisted and so bitter. And yet you didn't want to pull away. You knew that once the kiss ended you'd never feel him again like this, you'll never taste his skin or tangle your fingers through his hair.

The kiss ended when you felt the sting in your lungs, so out of breath and aching, almost as painful as the torment in your heart.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fallen in love with you. I know I shouldn’t have. But truth is, I've loved you longer than you've felt my skin on yours. I've loved you since way before you climbed in bed with me and tore my clothes and my defenses off. " The words cut new wounds, but you couldn't take anything back anymore. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the one you wanted."

And then you left, closing the door behind you. He didn't run after you, he didn't call your name. He let you leave, he chose. You weren't the one. He chose her and it could never be you.

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super-unpredictable98 · 2 years

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The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Fandom: Three Summers

Pairing: Roland x Venus (OC - Perfect Harmony’ verse)

Word Count: 1,3 k

Warning: Strong language

(Masterlist)

"Good mornin', beautiful."

I'm not joking when I say I screamed when a man's voice called me in the morning. I was not used to waking up like this, I was used to my alarm clock blasting Renegade by Styx every morning. Instead, Roland was laying down next to me, holding me like a teddy bear.

"Wow, okay, I know I don't look all that great when I wake up, but that's a bit much," he joked.

"Sorry, it's gonna take a while to get used to it. New house, new country, new job..."

"New serious relationship."

"You mean first serious relationship," I tried to leave the bed, but he held me in place. "Fuck, you're stronger than you look. How did your scrawny little theremin playing arms get so strong?"

"C'mon, can't we cuddle a little? Don't I get a little love, a little kiss?"

"I have to pee, Rollie!"

"Just a little bit! For daddy..." he mocked.

"Five minutes, just let me go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

"A kiss first! Don't make me hold you here, young lady."

Givin in, I kissed him gently and he finally let me get up. It was weird to think my mom was almost 24 hours behind. I wondered if she was okay, if she was feeling lonely. I couldn't help that guilt growing in my chest for leaving the nest, maybe she needed me more than I needed her.

"We're sendin' in your application today, right?" Roland asked from the bed, no doubt stretching his surprisingly strong arms and his predictably not so strong legs.

"We're not intimate enough to talk while I piss."

"Sorry, my bad," he laughed. "Will you let me know when we are?"

"I guess if you don't shut up it'll be pretty soon."

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Okay, maybe I could get used to living with Roland. Obviously, during the festival, there's a whole side of him I never got the chance to see. Like for example, how great he is in the kitchen. As soon as I left the room after sending my application and scheduling my audition for the next month at the Academie, the entire house smelled like heaven.

Milk bread, fresh juice, waffles, roasted potatoes, eggs... The fanciest breakfast I've ever had was probably when my mom forgot to put the cheese back in the fridge and it got all moldy, so it tasted like one of those french ones. At least I really hope so.

"Hungry? I didn't exactly know what you like so I made a little bit of everythin', but please let me know if y'have any favourites," He kissed my forehead before taking his seat next to me.

"This looks amazing!" I quickly filled my plate with all the different options, digging in as if the world was about to end. "Oh my- Rollie, you had to tell me you're such a good cook, I would've made up my mind way faster about moving here."

"Thanks, love," he chuckled, watching with pride as I stuffed my face. "Hey, you sure you wanna work with me, Vee? You don't have to, really, I'm pretty sure you can find somethin' better, music related, there's no rush."

"I love dogs, I'm sure I'll be good at it," I explained. "Besides I don't wanna be a freeloader, and... I wanna spend time with you."

"What was that? Say it a little louder, baby."

"No!"

"Go on, say it again, please..."

"I wanna spend time with you."

"And why d'you think that is?" he teased, narrowing his eyes at me. "Any special reason why you'd wanna be around this... What'd you call me that time? Complete idiot?"

"I'm a masochist," I said before taking a bite of my waffle. "Didn't you know that?"

"C'mon, will it kill ya?"

"Fine, okay! I love you, I love you a lot and I wanna be around you for more than a weekend," I finally admitted, pretty sure my cheeks turned a whole new shade of red.

I didn't wanna be a burden, I could help my mom with some money I got from my gigs with the band, then when I left I started helping her at work.

It has never been in my nature to make people pay for my stuff, I hated the idea of Roland ever supporting me. Let's be real, the man can barely support himself, have you ever seen his van? It's older than me, like he said.

Missing my dogs would be the price I'd have to pay for moving to the other side of the world, so working as a groomer (obviously grooming dogs, I'm not the bassist from Simple Plan) seemed like a good idea to make it less painful.

I needed to distract my mind as well so I wouldn't freak out over the audition and how all my stuff needed to get to Australia in time for me to find the perfect outfit.

After breakfast, I begrudgingly got into my uniform (that jumpsuit is seriously hideous, but Roland brought up a good point, my clothes would be ruined if I didn't wear it), and we drove to the first client's address.

"I look like the lovechild between a Smurf and a criminal," I grumbled.

"You look cute, I promise! Besides, who you tryin' to impress anyway? It's not like you're lookin' for a boyfriend right now.."

"Guess you're right... So, who's our first pup?"

"Her name is Sabrina, she's a Chow Chow and maybe it's better if y'let me handle her, at least now that is still your first time," Rollie said as we parked. "She's a little skittish, she bites everyone, I can only touch her ten seconds at a time or she'll rip my hand off."

"What? You wanna tell me Sabrina is a demon in the shape of a cute Chow Chow? Come on... You're such a wimp!"

As soon as I got to see the dog in question, my suspicions were confirmed. Sabrina was absolutely adorable. She didn't struggle, she didn't bark, she just sat there waiting as Roland grabbed the right products.

"Come here, girl! Are you a stinky little baby? We're gonna leave you all clean and pretty," I got down on my knees to give her a cuddle and pet her little face.

"Don't! Venus, she's gonna bite you," Roland warned.

"She won't," I rolled my eyes in the most dramatic way I could.

"She already bit me like seven times."

"Watch me," I giggled when Sabrina jumped on my lap, licking my cheeks and resting her paws on my shoulders. "Look at you, so vicious, aren't you? I'm trembling."

"How did you do this? H-how is she-?"

"Magic touch."

He stared at us for a few seconds before joining me, but when he tried to pet her, she growled in response, to which he immediately backed off, making me laugh even harder.

"Maybe she just doesn't like men," I suggested.

"I guess that's a possibility."

"Or maybe she doesn't like Irish people, or theremin players, or pretentious twats who think they know everything about music, or people who can't wink, or people who sweat too much and have stains on all their shirts, or people with slightly crooked noses, or people who wear suede blazers, or-"

"I think I get it," Roland mumbled.

"Hey, silly," I called when I noticed his frown. "I love you, and I love every single one of those things about you, even your horrendous suede blazers."

"I love you too... Dog whisperer."

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anonymous-swiftie · 3 years

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If you are on twitter, please retweet this:

https://twitter.com/ASwiftie00/status/1334245577933148164?s=19

Dear #Swifties,

I'm new on tumblr, and I really don't know how to use it.

I know you are the best supporters of the music industry and I'm here to ask your help.

I'm fighting with a crippling depression, that due this covid situation just got worse.

I'm at my lowest, I truly don't know if I will make it through this time.

I always dreamed to talk to Taylor, since I was a teenager. She is the only one that make me feel like I do fit in this world.

I've created this account because I know she is very active here, and I'm trying to reach her with this part of my story.

You can read everything below.

I didn't write any personal information because I don't want this to be seen by my family or somebody that can recognise me.

I don't want upset anyone.

I know that everyone hope to meet or chat with her, and so you are probably wondering why you have to share this here.

You're totally right, maybe it's a stupid idea to ask you this, but I haven't anything left in my pocket to fight this situation, and you're my only hope right now.

Thank you.

#taylor #swift

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Dear Taylor,

I keep writing and deleting this, over and over again.

I feel so dumb to write my personal story here, but this truly is my last chance to feel better and try to overcome this giant monster called depression.

I genuinly don't know if I can make it through this year. It's the worst period of my entire life and i don't even know if it's worth living this hell anymore.

I know you have millions of supporters (that probably write you every single day, and they are all better fans than I am, that's for sure) but I know that you proved, time after time, to be so down to earth and to use your time to read your fans messages.. so, in this moment, I'm just trying to share a part of my story with you.

You are the one that make feel understood, since I was like 13teen.

I'm so sorry if my English isn't very good but I'll do my best.

I'm not very active on social media , because I'm very shy when I have to talk about myself.. but If this could work, I must do it.

I will try to send a letter, If I can find the strength to mark this feeling on paper.

**IF I'M WRITING TO SOMEBODY FROM HER STAFF, PLEASE JUST LET THIS MESSAGE REACH TAYLOR**

I'll try now to resume, because I don't want to bother you too much.

This has been a crazy year so far, and the all the time I spent by myself during the lockdown didn't help at all.

This situation brought me back to childhood.

I spent a lot of my days back and forth in hospitals, due to my allergies.

I had to wear a mask all the time I wanted to go outside to avoid severe allergic reaction (that's why this Covid thing awakened some hurting memories)

I didn't have real friends back then, 'cause I've spent most of the summers at home, watching other kids playing around, from my window, or from the windows of my classroom.

It was so hard to make new friends, because the only thing that other kids saw was my mask.

I was the masked kid.

I was the strange kid.

I couldn't play with them.

Everytime I tried to play with them, the only thing I heard was "oh you are ill , I don't wanna be like you so stay away".

This situation made me start to write things in my personal diary.

I wrote small sentences, as a kid, and that was the only thing I could do alone inside an empty classroom during all summer.

This situation continued for many years.

I wasn't the cool kid before, I wasn't the cool guy after.

The only things that let me enjoy those days were writing and listening to your songs.

I started to listen to your music thanks to my English teacher. She was a fan of folk and country music and she gave me a pic in which you were singing near a lake (I still have that photo somewhere, I strongly remember the white banner with your name written in red on it) and told me to listen to the cd she gave me that day.

I immediately fell in love (I think I still have a crush on you, I'm sorry).

I loved your album. I loved your voice. I loved the lyrics.

I remember having a "test" in school: each one of the class had to write their favourite lyrics and let the others guess the song.

If the someone guessed It, We could play the cd.

I chose Love Story and I translated it in Italian.

The class guessed the song, and I played it.

After the lunch break I went back to my desk and I saw some bullies that were breaking my cd-album and they started to laugh at me because I loved your music an I loved writing poems.

I was a boy so I was a loser because I enjoyed those things.

That felt terrible, but I continued to love your songs even more .

Those were my inspiration to write and to study english.

I felt so good when I listened to your album and this still happens.

Then I went to a private high-school.

Nothing changed, I still was the nerd guy that always got good grades and I have to say that the first year was quite good, but the second year was the start of the apocalypse.

I choose that school because two girls that I knew from childhood went there.

One of the cool new guys started to spread a fake "news" about me.

He said to everyone that I was the boyfriend of one of the two girls that I mentioned before.

So he was the cool guy and one of the girls believed him and told me to f*** myself.

The other girl was her best friend, so you could imagine by what happened next.

After 14 year spent together, I was nobody.

I didn't have "friends" in that class anymore.

I didn't say hello to anybody for 4 years, and nobody would say anything to me.

Nobody to talked with me.

That's great when you're a teenager.

I hated to wake up every morning.

I had an eating disorder, I lost like 22pounds in less than a month. Got hospitalized twice. I kept vomiting for 3 years, every single morning before school.

During that time I only talked with one of my cousins, who lived like 2 hours by car from me.

He was older than me but he always tried to help.

He knew that I loved to write poems so he started to give me guitar lessons.

I made it through a lot of things thanks to him.

I'm sorry, It's hard for me to write this part of the story.

I still get emotional when I think about this.

On the 10TH of December 2013 (some days after his birthday) we received a phone call from his mother: She warned us that he didn't return home after the last working shift.

I wrote a message to him like 3 hours prior to that phone call.

Never had the opportunity to get a reply again.

This year is the seventh year that he is missing.

That destroyed me.

I felt empty.

I felt like nothing couldn't help me.

I still feel that everytime I care about someone in my life, it will disappear someday.

This have happened several other times.

You know when ignorants say that men don't cry, is real bullshit. Men cry. I cried a lot.

I wrote so many poems , lyrics, thoughts in that period of time, that I destroyed my hands.

That was the only way to close my eyes and let me reach another reality because the real one was way too much for me.

Be a sensible man in this world is somehow a curse.

All these things made me afraid even to hug someone 'cause I feel I'm too ugly or just to scared to be refused.

I will stop here my story, but there's so much more to tell.

I make it through all of these things and memories because I keep dreaming that one day I could meet you and we could talk together.

Dreaming about the fact I could spend a day with you made me find the power to battle my depression.

I'm 25 now and this year I'm not dreaming anymore.

I was going to start again university, I wanted to get a degree in marketing and have the chance to live in the us.

For years I believed that I would make it and hopefully be part of your marketing team.

I'm so stupid. All these years I kept dreaming to avoid pain.

I wanted to pursue my passion and continue to write lyrics but all I was doing was putting myself in unrealistic realities.

This covid situation made everything clear.

When everyone had someone to facetime (or video call) I was alone.

When everyone had someone asking them "how are you?" I only had myself looking in the mirror saying: "Will I ever feel better?"

I've never been the one for anybody, and I think I'll never be.

I won't be the one among all your fans to realize his dream.

Nobody likes me, and I'm exposing myself once again just because I want the opportunity to smile at something that could happen to me.

I'm tired to smile only for others best moments.

I've always seen the sun through a window.

I want to feel happy.

I want to burn my face with the sun.

I'm so sick of hiding my pain,

sick to cry when I'm alone in my car before going to work,

sick to let my eyes rain on my pillow every night.

I'm sick to say to my mother that I'm fine, just because I don't want to make her feel bad.

It's not her fault.

She is battling with a degenerative autoimmune disease, why I should put other weight on her shoulders?

I didn't give up to my weakness before because I don't want to hurt her.

I always say to her that soon she will feel better, that's why your song It's stuck in my head.

But when she won't be here anymore, how I can go through all of that?

I don't even know if will ever get better for me.

Will this pain ever stop?

Sometimes it's so hard to live and so easy to die.

Hope that my dream to spend some time with you can become true.

Thank you for everything, you gave me the strength to go on for many years.. But this time is so hard to put on my armor and continue this battle.

But is this even worth if thy I try to surround myself with people and I always feel lonely?

@taylorswift @taylornation @jackleopards-thedolphinclub

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rinharu-purple · 3 years

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Emmm 👉👈 can i request Gavin's spring festival date analysis?! Ehem especially when Gavin said "I've waited a long time for today.." 💙

But Of course if you're not busy.. I'll wait patiently.. I just.. love read your analysis 💙 like i can feel your love and dedication for Gavin.. a lot of Gavin stan is very smart and loyal.. just like Gavin itself

Hello nonny and of course you can! Thank you for your lovely ask and reading my posts. It makes me really happy to hear this 💞 I can also double up what you've said, Our birdcop is smart and loyal and I really love being a part of Gavin-standom which includes so many talented writers, artists, analysts and it has @cheri-translates! There are so many great posts from various accounts and one can feel the love, passion and loyalty towards Gavin in all of them! 💫

An analysis on Spring Festival date is so overdue, so it is me who should apologize for not having written this before. I will more than gladly include your request scene, I hope you enjoy it ^_^

MC Testing Waters: Spring Festival Date

At the beginning of the game, MC is a young woman with lots of love in her heart, however without much experience in love. Fortunately this starts to change when she meets LIs as adults.

Spring Festival Date takes place after Firework Date and before the Romantic Date, although the timeline is quite messy, which I will come to by the end of this analysis.

If you look closely, you can see MC checking Gavin's romantic feelings towards her by using this "boyfriend game" and also uses the opportunity to get beyond his hardened exterior and touch his vulnerable side 💗

Spoilers start below this line

This date comes to, because MC lies to her aunt about having a boyfriend to avoid arranged blind dates and even promises to visit her on New Years with her boyfriend. Speculatively it seemed like a solid play, until...the time literally came.

Thinktanking about a way out of this with Kiki and Willow, they weight different options as to tell them she broke up with him, leave the city or call in sick but then the best wingman on earth Minor saves the way and suggests that she just takes a "fake boyfriend" with her, surely enough with Gavin in his mind.

MC goes through her contacts list to search for a suitable candidate, but her heart Whispers her the answer by skipping a beat as her fingertips scroll down to one name.

... Gavin

As such... MC has chosen her player for the game and Gavin's Heart Trial with MC's family commences...

---Press Start---

Creativity Test

Unluckily Gavin actually shows up for this highly important date late, with his phone off! From the storyline he arrives a couple of minutes late to MC’s aunt's place, thus starting the game one point behind. He was late because he was buying presents for the whole family! With the spot on gifts which are well received by the family because they're expensive, imported goods, limited products, cute and thoughtful he makes up for the lost points.

But it's just the first stage and he has 3 more stages to clear, the pressure is slowly rising.

This gray suit has a lovely story behind it, which you can find by the end of the story.

Decision Test

Gavin has passed the creativity test with flying colors, but in the second stage more challenging questions are on the menu. The eldest aunt wants to know Gavin's age, occupation, salary(?!) and possessions(?!). The last two questions are fairly over the line and is a no-no in my country. Asking people about their financial status as well as bragging about it is perceived as rude and insolent, that's why the way Gavin answers these questions skillfully without bragging about his wealth adds just another brick on my Gavin-temple.

Age: 24

Occupation: Police Officer

Salary: Covers the bills

Possessions: A flat in the city and a motorcycle.

In my Prank date analysis, I've mentioned about Gavin's ability to deal with impertinence and also here, he stays friendly, but only answers the questions necessary to get through with the situation. MCs family is checking whether he's wealthy enough to take care of MC (which is sad that in the 21st century that in some countries women need to be financially secured by men). So Gavin just gives them just the right enough of information to pass the test and pass he does.

There is another aspect to his way of answering though. You see, Gavin is an unmaterialistic man. He doesn't care about money or any other meta. He doesn't touch upon the fact that he's coming from a wealthy family, or that he inherits his grandparents house or that he can afford designer dresses, overseas travels or gems without giving a second thought. That shows just how humble Gavin is and I love him for it. What defines him is not his wealth, nor does he allow anyone define him on his financial status. It's his character, the values he stand for, the vision he embodies, the way he treats MC.. Ehm.. And.. His champion body and drop dead gorgeous looks (comes as an extra;))

But the game is far from over, because the family council is now going to challenge him on...

Affinity Test

This is where things get rosy as the family would like to know how they've met and whether they've been together since high school.

Look, Gavin is actually not playing a game, but living the moment. He is well aware of the fact that once he and MC become an official pair, he will be standing on the same spot a year later. He is serious...

So when they ask about their affection, he gives them his genuine answer and confesses his crush on her during high school and says that they've been going out since fall. This dazzles MC, as if she hasn't been dazzled enough lol.

The three glasses of drink he gulps surely has a role in this sincerity and taking three glasses of a drink as a punishment also becomes a tradition for MC and Gavin in the future.

And so, he proudly passes the Affinity Test with flying colors, effortlessly. Only one more stage and he's done it!

Execution Test

Every hero has his moment, when the fight takes a gloomier turn against his favor and the odds don't look good as before when he gets a strong blow, that is when the family hits him with the question "Don't you get alone well with your family?".

This is Gavin's weak spot, his cryptonite, his bleeding wound and MC's family just pressed on it. What makes this scene so heartbreaking is not just the topic itself and we know why it is a sensitive topic for Gavin but also that Gavin actually tries to signal them that this is not his favorite topic. He tells them he doesn't go home for holidays (friendly warning number 1), the aunties pushes by telling him to take some meal with him to which he replies "Thanks, but that's okay. I've been away for a long time" (friendly warning number 2) the family pushes further and as a one last resort he tells them that during college he rarely went there and spent holidays working afterwards (friendly warning number 3). Sadly the auntie than ignorantly ask whether his family doesn't worry about him and now because he's given three fair warning shots which, he downright gives them a brief and resolute answer:

- No.

That's usually the latest where people with common sense stop digging in further. Unfortunately then the auntie asks whether he doesn't get along well with his family to which Gavin no longer responds. This is the perfect way of dealing with such people and Gavin has a very intuitive talent for dealing different people from different mindsets. Give them three friendly and fair warnings, still pushing? Then give them a last chance by one final brief and to the point answer, they choose to ignore the signal? Stop interacting, you can only waste time beyond this point.

The only problem with this situation here, is that these people are not just somebody, Gavin wants to win these people over, so he cannot just ignore them. But also he cannot do it without a timeout, so he goes to grab some wine. (God it makes me so sorry everytime he has to face his family drama or is misjudged. I just wanna hug him bring him hot cocoa, give him a backrub and bring spicy food for him. Luckily he has MC ^_^)

But let's not talk only about about Gavin, because MC is struggling too. And we should recognize her stick up for him with the most cherishing words:

-Auntie, you got it wrong. He is a decent and pure man and has come to my aid many time and in quite dangerous circumstances.

When she comes back however cannot find Gavin, once she does, a heartwarming moment blooms between them.

This scene is very crucial in Gavin and MC's relationship because this is the first time MC sees Gavin tired and flustered. She feels sad for him but also happy for herself, for she feels as though she gets closer to him, thus seeing the real Gavin. By the way she show him her genuine care, Gavins heart melts and kisses the back of her hand as a gesture and so the first intimate moment involving them having a kiss ensues. Furthermore, they show each other their mutual care, which brings them one step closer and this gives Gavin the only courage he needs to tackle the situation.

When our hero gets the courage and the stamina he need from his girl, nothing can stop him now. Having gatherer his strength, Gavin returns to the dinner table:

“I am so happy to be here with you all today. In fact, I haven't felt this atmosphere of family in a long time. I have a very strict father and a brother I seldom see...I don’t even know when I turned into such a loner. Eating alone, sleeping alone, doing everything alone...until I met her. It was a beautiful autumn day. The gingko leaves were floating in the wind. I was also going through a pretty dark time. But she saved me before I hit bottom...It’s she who told me I could live a stronger life. And it’s also she who told me I could live a more tender life. I never felt lonely before, until I met her. I started to get used to star-gazing with her, having dinner with her, spending the New Year’s with her. In the future, I'll give it my all to stay with her, to take good care of her and love her. I wanna make up many times over for all the times I wasn't there”

MC’s heart stopped, aunties eyes teary, the elder Aunt want his actions to back up these words and thus Gavin has a pass from MC's family. Now that he's won the game, it's time to collect his prize.

After they leave MC's aunt's house, our lovebirds walk together in the night full of fireworks and Gavin tells Mc that Minor has mentored him on being the perfect son-in-law, hence he was late. He also asks her what she would do if he didn't show up, to which she says that her intuition says that he won't fail her and he murmurs quietly:

- I've waited a long time for today.

Of course he doesn't repeats himself when MC asks him about what he just said. But that's what kept him going all night long.

He has waited for six whole years to meet her again, to stand by here, take good care of her and love her. Tonight, he could do them all by being her "boyfriend", giving his word to her family and having their blessings. He could see that she also cares a lot for him, worries about him and wants to be there for him. He landed his lips for the first time on her delicate skin and could give her warmth.

He could finally confess his feelings for her and say the genuine things he will only say to her.

So yes, he has waited for a long time for this moment to come and when it came, he made sure to grab it tightly.

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Timeline issues:

- The order of the dates in the game doesn't always reflect the real course of events. The grey suit that Gavin wears is actually bought after Romantic Date, which takes place after this date.

-Even though MC plans this whole game to avert blind dates, but she still gets set up later on a blind date by another aunt lol.

Thank you once again for your patience nonny and I hope that the analysis proves to be worthy of your wait 💗

Masterlist

For MC's confession let me take you here

For Gavin and MCs relationship milestones here

For a fun trivia about this date you can click here

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god1ngs · 3 years

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There's a saying, that no man is an island. And maybe they're right but I feel like the water has risen and any land around has been long since lost to the waves. I hate to even speak of it because the heart of it is always L'manburg, and I wouldn't trade her for the world, but I never wanted to be alone at the top. Because it is lonely, in a way I never could have imagined. I need to be strong for them, after all, I brought them here and they've all sacrificed so much, they deserve a comfortable life, a safe life, and even if I'm uncertain it's my responsibility to give them hope.

And even if I could bring myself to the vulnerability of sharing these thoughts, if I could be so cruel as to shake the foundation of their hope, who could I even tell? Tommy tries, he tries so hard and I'm eternally proud of him but he's so young still, I refuse to burden him with my own shortcomings. And besides that, his little rebellious stage has been leading him to push me away where he might have come to me before. And its perfectly natural of course, he's growing up and finding himself, but that doesn't stop it from hurting, just a bit. Tubbo is just as young and he's a good kid but he's too kind for his own good, the kind of person the world loves to break and he deserves much better than that. I won't let myself be the first thing to damage that kindness.

My father... it's not like we even speak. He has his grand journeys and I've known for years I could never compete with the call of adventure, especially not for something so insignificant as the bit of land I've fought to keep my flag standing on. I could write him a letter, but if he even receives it, and if he deigns to respond, what's my little country compared to everything else that's been pulling his attention away since I was a child? It would be such an immense show of weakness to someone that thinks me fragile anyway. Technoblade has always been the favorite, after all.

And Technoblade, he prides himself on being an enigma, but he's never hidden his strongest beliefs and though he isnt my enemy, he's fundamentally against what I've built solely by nature of what it is. A nation has to be governed, after all, and I could be the perfect leader and his beliefs would still contradict it. He's more likely to say "I told you so" than anything else, if he was even willing to talk to me. I'd be just as likely to be spilling my heart to a closed door.

I wonder if Dream feels like this, the stifling solitude of others looking to you for strength, for direction and stability. It's funny, isn't it? The only man that might understand my position is the man that wants to destroy me. I can't lose L'manburg. This is everything I have, this country is built from my very blood and if it falls, what do I have left? But at the same time, I'm running out of options. We've never been able to stand against Dream in a straightforward military conflict. I've managed to keep our walls standing, I've been able to pull off risky plans and talk my way out of situations I shouldn't have been able to, but how long will that luck hold out?

I'm terrified to be the cause of any more bloodshed. If Dream storms the city people will die, and their blood will be on my hands just as much as Dream's because I'm supposed to protect them. I'm not sure I know how, anymore. I'm still looking out the same window by my desk, the one with my favorite view of the city, and this is supposed to feel like home, isn't it?

Why do I still feel so lost?

- l'manbur

i don't know if you'll ever not feel lost. you have people surrounding you though, wilbur, people that may be able to help. taking on an entire country and its citizens and the people opposing your country... you can't do that by yourself, my love

#bones txt #from: c!l'mnbr anon #this response is so bad im so sorry #im just so ????? oh my god?????? /pos #THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN #you capture l'manburs character so well imo !!!!! /gen #youre so amazing #i look forward to every ask you send ahhhh

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xmenshenanigans · 3 years

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Hey, it's me again, lol!

Well I've been thinking about this pretty a lot and, I don't know if this is your kind of post, but I was wondering who would be like date someone of x-family, but you are an outsider. Like... not of other country or other necessarily human, but... I mean they live in a school and almost don't get out but to stop villains, so they are probably in their own world inside the school. I really hope you got it because I made a mess to explain.

Anyway, how would be to date a member of x-family begin an outsider?

I think I understand!

I did my best to answer, but I may have gone more in depth than you were thinking. I’m not sure exactly who you mean by X-Family, because they’re all one big family. So, I added a lot of people!

NOTE: I did not put Erik and Charles in because they are kind of the parents of X-Family, and you specifically asked for X-Family. I don’t know if the parents would date anyone besides the other.

I don’t really do character x reader stuff, but this was a fun prompt. I hope I cover everything! Tell me what you think—feedback is appreciated! As always, thank you so much for the ask. Keep them coming! They are a lot of fun!

WANDA MAXIMOFF– Wanda likes domesticity. We saw that in WandaVision! I think you would likely meet her at the movie theatre, or a coffee shop. She can be a bit of a sap for things like that. She would be closed off at first, but if you could make her laugh, she would fall pretty fast. After that, it would be drive-in movies with popcorn fights in the front seats, references to sitcoms that the two of you watched together, and other fun dates (playing Twister, making cupcakes together, pretending to be witches and/or a witch and wizard attending Hogwarts together, etc.). Wanda might even show off her magic a bit to make you smile! It would be very two-way. Both of you would get a lot out of the relationship. Charles would likely dote over you if you could make Wanda smile. He would be the parent that constantly asks Wanda how her girlfriend/boyfriend is doing. Erik would probably be skeptical until he saw you making Wanda happy. Pietro would play lots of jokes on you to see how you react—do you take it well, or get mad? That would determine how he views you.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF— Pietro does have a life outside of the mansion. He gets away every moment he can, and because he’s so fast, there’s nothing his parents can do to stop him. You would probably be a friend of his that he met on one of his excursions from the mansion. It would start as just a friendship. But then friendship would probably turn into fun practical jokes that you could both laugh at. Karaoke nights would start to get later and later as the two of you refused to watch the clock and just spent time with one another. Halloween would be a lot of fun—I think Pietro would probably want to do a couple costume. He would refuse to call it that, though. Everyone else would meet you first as a friend, and then the psychics (Jean and Charles) would catch on that there was something more to it. They would make lighthearted fun of the two of you, but because they are both so caring, they would also take you under their wings, so to speak. Erik, on the other hand, may threaten you if you hurt his son. And Wanda would probably judge you.

JEAN GREY— Jean is studying to be a doctor, and I assume she still goes to classes outside of the Xavier Mansion. In order to get her attention, you would need to prove that you don’t like her for looks. She has had a rough love life, and they always seem to want her because she’s pretty. If you could prove to Jean that you like her because she’s funny, CRAZY smart, and fun to be around, then she would start inviting you to things. If you let her make the first move, she would probably like you even more. Dates would include long drives where the two of you could talk about anything and everything, book store dates where you would buy each other books, and the occasional food fight. Jean has a fun side that she rarely shows: she likes to be a kid, too, not just a superhero that studies medicine. She likes to make a mess, dance around, and stay up all night telling scary stories. If you were into that kind of thing, Jean would be a lifelong lover. She’s very heart-to-heart. Erik would probably look at you and nod slowly, because he could see the love in Jean’s eyes. Charles would be the skeptical one here. He would not want to see Jean get hurt, and it would take a few weeks for him to warm up. The other kids would probably adore you—after all, you would be someone totally new that can bring out the good in just about anyone.

RAVEN DARKHOLME— Would You Date Me? That was the song (yes, from the soundtrack of X-Men: First Class) that Raven would think when she met you. You would probably meet her on the battlefield. Raven is attracted to bad boys/girls. You would probably be a villain, and she would be a reformed hero. She would meet you and want to know more. You would not hurt her in battle because you have a softer side, and she would want to understand why. That would lead to her sneaking out of the mansion in the middle of the night to meet with you in various places. The dates would include was-that-fighting-or-flirting and a lot of heart-to-heart talking. Raven needs body positivity, and if you gave it to her, she would be eternally thankful. When you eventually would meet the rest of X-Family, it would be a little awkward... you would have tried to kill everyone in the room multiple times. Charles forgives easily, so he would accept you quickly. Erik has been in your position before, so he would like you, too. The other kids might take some time though!

ORORO MUNROE— Ororo used to be a pickpocket, and I think you would likely meet her by trying to pickpocket her. She would see you and decide that she wants to help you. You would start by meeting up for coffee and lunch where she can help you overcome your desire to steal. After that, you would open up and start to trust her more, but you would also want to spend more time with her. She would meet up with you at any time, whenever you needed her. Dates would include dancing in the rain and Ororo taking you up into the clouds to watch the sun set. She would teach you to garden and give you self-worth until you no longer felt the desire to steal to get by. The others would accept you very easily—if Ororo likes you, you have to be good.

SCOTT SUMMERS— Scott is very traditional. He would probably rescue you during battle—maybe a stone tower was going to fall on you or something, and he blasted it away. He likes to be the hero. After that, the two of you would start meeting up in all the cliche ways. He would take you to the movies or out to food. He would throw pebbles at your window, and send you long texts about how beautiful you are. Scott has gone through many lovers before, but the others would see the way he looks at you through his visor and quickly decide that you’re one of the better ones.

KURT WAGNER— Kurt is super religious, and I suspect you would meet him through church. He would be very shy, but if you were able to look past the blue, two-fingered, tailed exterior, you would find the softest of hearts. He would bring you flowers with small poems attached, and take you on short vacations—teleporting, not traveling—to the beach or to the big city. He would like to see your smile. There would be a lot of surprise gifts, too. If you ever needed him, he would teleport to get there as fast as he could. The others would think it is adorable that you make Kurt smile so much. They would invite you over all the time, for dinner and for game nights.

ROGUE— The poor woman is so touch-starved. You would probably meet her on an occasion that she snuck out, the little rebel. She would like to give you hugs (without skin to skin contact) and run her hand through your hair. The two of you would spray paint walls and have water gun fights as often as you could. She would probably leave you gifts outside your door on a weekly basis. Because she is, well, Rogue, I doubt she would tell the others about you for a couple of months. She would not want to make a scene. She’s also just rebellious like that. When she finally did, though, she would get a talking-to from Charles. Erik would want to meet you immediately, because he would think that you sound awesome. Charles would come around to that view, too. The other kids would probably be a little wary... until they met you.

KITTY PRYDE— NERDS! She is such a geek, and you would probably meet her through robotics or something. It would start as a school girl’s crush, complete with sending one another notes and giving each other looks when no one else is around. Once you got together (she would probably make the first move, but if you beat her to it, she would definitely say yes), she would make bad pick up lines and puns all the time. She would meet up with you to do things like fly drones over restricted areas. When she would take you to meet her family, she would make a big deal out of it. She’d make sure that it was a formal dinner with everyone on their best behavior, and... yeah. The others would find it endearing, and with a good first impression, they would easily accept you into the family.

LOGAN— This one is fun. Logan is a lone wolf. You would likely meet him on a separate mission, possibly in Japan. You would need to chase after him. He would not make the first move. If you chowed him that you really cared for him, then he would start to get protective and try to keep you safe. There would be a lot of late nights drinking and whatnot... I’ll leave the ‘whatnot’ up to your imagination. I mean, this is Logan. But he would love you very deeply. Seldom does Logan fall in love, so when he does, it’s a big deal. That being said, it would probably be a long distance relationship. You would probably not meet the rest of X-Family for a couple of years, until the relationship was solid and he wanted to take you back to the States to meet everyone. It might even be the wedding. If it was the wedding where you finally met the X-Men... expect some laughs. They would tell every embarrassing story about Logan, just to make him flustered.

Holy cow, that was long. I hope you liked it, and I hope it answered your question!!

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