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dilf-docs · 6 months ago

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Le Pedí Al Mar Y Al Sol Que Te Trajera

pedro pascal x younger fem!reader

summary: vacations are supposed to be fun! and with a hot older famous boyfriend? now we're really talking.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (yum), pwp, p. in v., fingering, pussy spanking (ooc i'm sorry i just want a man to do this to me), creampie, virgin!reader (sorry if this is kinda unrealistic for a first as i too i'm a virgin; in the curb we all fam), aftercare, spanglish ofc!!!

word count: 2,865 words

side note: so, i modified the request a bit bc idk pedro's friends like that (i just know omar apollo can tower over me wait what). check the og request here. reqs still open as we enter 2025! happy new year, dilf town citizens: pushed this drabble last minute as a lil' gift for you before the year ends! :) thank u sm for being part of it, my journey on tumblr is just getting started!!!!!!!!!!

Hace tiempo que quería yo sentir esto que siento.

They say dating a star and having to share him with everybody else is the hardest part, but to you, it's having both of your vacations occur simultaneously.

Finally, after months of shooting so many projects for the next year, your boyfriend is free.

Vacations are fun! They're supposed to be relaxing, especially after leading such a busy life as yours: juggling between work, studies and a relationship with world-renowned actor, Pedro Pascal. Yet, you can't help but feel nervous, fiddling with the loose strands of your skirt.

Pedro wants you to go alone, which means just the both of you: a little escape before Christmas Eve, as he and his friends have already planned their holiday together.

Doesn't matter how many times you tried to excuse yourself, he was determined to make you go with him. Besides, let's get real: it's not like you can say no to him. So now here he is, both of your passports in hand as you both are ready to board your plane to Mexico, where the rest of his friends will meet you a week later. Yes, more nerves to add on the schedule.

"If you don't quit that shaking of yours, I'll extend our vacation two more weeks" Pedro threatens once you're seated, but it's devoid of any malice. He's a bit far from you (he also insisted on the VIP flying part; you're just fine flying tourist, but can understand why he isn't), so you can't count on his touch to comfort you. "Didn't know you were afraid of planes"

You sigh, "I'm not"

"Ay, cariño. Are you afraid of me then?"

"No" you laugh nervously. You are, but not for the reasons he thinks.

It's the very first time the two of you will be fully alone. For obvious reasons, a whole week at the beach is much more intimate than just the dates you've been in. But here you are, already seeing the sand and water beneath you.

"Like what you see?" he jokes.

"Yeah" you look back at him, sincerity washing over the expression on your face. "I do"

If there is one thing you're sure of, is your love for Pedro. You'll just have to wait and see how this goes.

As of now, everything has gone well: sun, water, diving and lots of new photos and videos on your camera roll. You've gone swimming and danced on the bar of the hotel you're staying, some extra drinks on your system. You've also sunbathed under the same sun you've watched go down, in the most beautiful sunsets you've ever seen in your life.

But here comes the hardest part: the night. Sharing a bed isn't hard: it's something that's happened before, one time even staying in his house for two days, all because he insisted.

This time is different: the way his gaze lingers over your bare legs, the same way he's looked at them when the droplets of water slide down them. The way he licks his lips, like he's starving and the most deliciously tempting meal stands before him. Mantaining eye contact like it's some kind of dare, just as he's done since you've landed, using it to disarm you little by little.

You don't think you can't take it anymore.

You lay down on the bed, and he leaves the book he's reading on the night table next to him, all his attention directed towards you. Yeah, you're afraid, he can sense, but apparently not that afraid to wear a dainty nightwear that gives a delicious peek of your breasts.

"Something you want to say?" you ask, almost daringly so.

"Say no" voice low, barely a whisper that could come across a breeze of wind entering through the open window as it stirs the courtains. "Want, yes"

You gulp. "What do you want, then?"

Shouldn't taken the bait.

"You" comes quick, like it's the easiest answer there ever is.

The rest of his answer comes in the form of hungry lips capturing yours, devouring them in a clash of desire against your own, even struggling to breath due to the animalistic borderline savage way Pedro's eating you out, his tongue battling inside your mouth while trying to explore every corner just to taste all of you on his palate.

"Pedro" you moan his name out when he bites your lip with a bit too much force, metallic filling your taste buds. It's all so hot, and you're too turned on to think.

His roaming hands itch to touch every available spot of soft skin your body offers, tracing first through your collarbones, and then leaving the task for his lips to complete. There goes a trail of kisses that go down your neck, teeth nibbling the sensitive skin until it turns red. You whine against his hold, big hands keeping you under him, back pushed against the soft mattress and silk sheets.

You gasp for air, lost in the fire, when suddenly his forgotten hands touch you down there.

"Wait!" you shout, mentally slapping yourself.

"¿Qué pasó?" he exclaims, scared. "Did I hurt you?"

"N-no" you're quick to deny, voice wavering as you seat up on the bed. Your cheeks soon flush, as there's regret when you say. "I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what?" he tenderly cups your cheek. "Just tell me what happened"

"What happened is, I fucked up the vibe. I'm sorry, P. Didn't mean to stop you like that"

"¿No te estaba gustando, cariño?" he's questioning again.

"No" your answer is more firmly this time. His face morphs into a bit of hurt, and then you think your answer a bit more. "Ah, no. I mean, yes! I was liking it. I meant no as in no, it's not that why I stopped you"

"Then, why is it?" he grows a little impatient, but shows no such thing, rather focused on helping you out. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"I know" you smile sadly, insecurities washing over you like cold water.

"Then, tell me" he scoots closer, his perfume getting in your nostrils. Had he wore it again for this? God, what an evil little horny creature.

"I'm scared" you confess finally, the warmth of his receptiveness giving you a sense of security. His brown eyes soften, and you feel tears brim in the corner of your eyes.

"I know" he repeats your words, kissing you softheartedly, nothing compared to as before.

"No" you look directly at him, ready to take in every reaction his face will have. "I don't think you do"

"Amor, por favor-"

"I'm a virgin" you cut him off, panic rushing your answer.

"You are?" almost immediatly, giving no opportunity for silence to settle in.

You nod, slowly.

He sighs, sounding relieved. "And here I thought you didn't love me. Que te daba asco acostarte con un viejo como yo"

"No!" you deny hastily, then laugh. "Of course I love you, P. On the contrary, I was the one scared. Don't want to fuck it up on my first"

The energy changes again, as a flame sparks within your orbs. He looks surprised.

"Just because I said-" he cuts himself off. "Look, y/n, mi vida. I don't want to force you, yeah? I didn't know you hadn't- Listen, if you aren't ready, I'll understand"

"I am ready" clear and convinced, without a doubt.

His eyes circle between lust and love, "You want me to be your first, mmh baby?"

You nod, and he's back at the kissing and nibbling on your neck and collarbones.

"Please say it"

"I want you, Pedro. Quiero que seas mi primera vez"

Those sweet words of yours, an invitation not even the strongest man could deny.

"Let's start slow, yeah?" his fingers travel down to your panties under the nightwear, removing them and tossing them out of the bed, even with your pout. He kisses it off, wasting no time after to see your clit exposed. "Looking so sweet, angel. And needy" he gets closer, taking a better look at the wet mess that coats in between your thighs. He takes a whiff, intoxicated with the smell of your arousal dripping in waiting need. "Tell me if this is okay, yeah? I'll stop if it hurts"

Your breath hitches the moment his middle finger touches your puffy clit. Pedro runs his finger up and down, not adding much pressure to let you get used to it (kissing and eating each other out was all you had ever done). You whimper at the feeling as he repeats his action a few more times.

"Please, keep going" you plead, barely managing to not squirm at the overwhelming new sensations that shoot right through your cunt.

He begins to rub slow circles, making sure to add the right pressure onto your clit, then circling it, all while keeping eye contact, adoring the new expressions and sounds he's getting from you. You realize and shy away, embarrassed all of the sudden at the way he looks at you.

"Don't" he holds you by your chin with his free hand, "I want to know how you look when I please you"

You whimper, letting him do his own thing. He starts leaving sweet little kisses around your quivering pussy, enjoying the sight of your hole clenching at nothing.

"Think you can take more?" he asks, "want more?"

Two of his fingers dive straight in between your folds, coating them with your juices.

"Good girl" he praises when you only yelp, savouring the new feel of his digits inside of you. Then, he drags his fingers back to his mouth, tongue licking them clean. "Taste so sweet too"

"N-need more" you whine, desperate beneath him.

"Yeah?" This your first and you're already this greedy? I think I can get used to it" he laughs in adoration. "Let's try something better, yeah?"

Your body suddenly jolts, his big palm flat against your pussy. Pedro circles his whole palm across your cunt, middle finger pressing tightly onto it. You moan, back arching at the overstimulation.

He feels a little pervy, enjoying the way your tiny young body squirms beneath his caging body for of him. Nonetheless, he continues to rub you while you release more dirty sounds cascading out fo your filthy greedy lips. Your arousal keeps dripping like a broken pipeline, now smeared all over Pedro's palm, filling the room with slippery sounds.

"Mhm" you can't even speak, the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure reducing you to a moaning mess.

Pedro slaps your pussy twice, wet smacks bouncing off the walls.

"That's my girl" he then gently blows on your swollen bud, pressing a light kiss on it after. "Ready for it?"

It meaning his hard tent hidden under his underwear. You gulp, afraid you might not take it. He sees the hesitation in your eyes, but you're quick to dissmiss it.

"Are you sure you are ready?"

"Just do it" you demand, without knowing the consequences of your words, or the effect you have on him. Overall.

With needy fingers, you're fast to strip him out of it, admiring the size as much as you admire his now sculpted body. Jesus, you could build a cult out of it.

"Now" he cups your cheeks, fingers digging onto the skin, "I want you to look at me when I fuck you, yes? Don't dare to look away"

Pedro positions himself between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance. Then, he thrust inside you, filling you completely. You cry, trying to adjust to his size while your nails dig on his broad back, as he claims you, makes you his. Only his. Pedro'hi's hips snap forward with precision: every thrust is deliberate, each movement calculated to make your first as pleasurable as he can, despite the pain that's shown in your tears or the little drops of blood that fall onto the sheets.

"Shit" he pants, "tendremos que pagar por eso"

He grips your thighs, holding you steady as he pounds into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good" he moans, your tight untouched walls now stretching to adapt to his girth, "like you were made for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist as he firmly holds you. Your vision goes foggy, mind numb at the burning and pleasing sensations. Despite that and lack of experience, you meet his every thrust, your bodies moving as one.

Your core contracts around him with every motion. "You fuck me so good" you mewl, music to his ears.

"I know, baby" he chuckles, "sólo lo mejor para mi princesa"

Fingers dig into your skin as he guides you with precision, right as he wants you to be. You feel the intensity of his deep inside of you with every movement, his hot laboured breath against your ear.

"Doing it so good" his voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down your spine. "Just for me"

"Just for you" you mindlessly pant out, the sensation of having all of him inside you, nothing separating the skin from skin, igniting a fire that spreads through your core. Your breasts bounce with each motion, Pedro's eyes never leaving yours, dark orbs locked onto your gaze as you urge him to go faster, drawing in a sharp breath as your body adjusts to the new rhythm he's providing, rapidly obeying.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your bodies clashing onto one another, flesh against flesh echoing softly.

"Your body is perfect, so wet, so tight for me" His words send a wave of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan loudly, your head falling back, "me tienes loco"

Pedro's weight grounds you as he begins to thrust deeply, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.

"Tell me you want this, us" the words catch you off guard. "Will you take all of me?"

"Yes" without a thought or doubt, answering as you whine and clutch at his shoulders with his more urgent thrusts. "All of you, always"

You notice his hips snapping forward, more energy as he pounts into you. "Good girl" praising you again, voice thick in arousal and rough, "so good for me"

Despite being your first, you can feel what would be your orgasm building, closer and closer until there is no holding it back.

"Pedro!" you scream his name, body collapsing around him as you come, stars reaching your closed eyelids.

His movements become more intense and sloppier, breathing ragged as he chases his own release.

"Espérame. Stay there for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping tighter as he continues to pound into you. "Ya casi" his thrusts become erratic as he nears his climax, "almost there, baby"

You feel his body tensing as he comes inside you with a deep groan, seed spilling into you without wasting a drop.

"That's right" whispers against your sweet neck roughly, voice breaking as he collapses over you, trying to level his breathing. "Eres mía, only mine"

You're whimpering, body exhausted from the whole session you had.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired" you sigh, "but I don't think I can walk"

"We'll get you a wheelchair someway" he jokes.

"You think is funny? Ruining my holidays?"

He leans down to press a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Come on, we'll get you cleaned up" you mumble out a tired no, but Pedro's picking you up with his strong arms, taking your body to the bathroom. You wrap your legs instinctively around his waist, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

"You know what? Your fans were right: you do have a slutty little waist" you mock.

"Right" he blushes, embarrased as he takes you inside the bathroom, then placing you on top of the toilet. "Open up, baby" he grabs some tissues, trying to clean up the mess you've made between your legs. "Así, justo así, bebé" he parts your hair to the side lovingly, fixing it for you before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. "Done, my pretty baby, look at you"

You hum, eyes threatening to close.

"I see you're not an after-sex talker. Come on, I'll take you back to bed" he picks you up again, your head leaning against Pedro's V line as he caresses your head. "Hope you don't mind the smell"

"I love how you smell" you mumble out in a drunk like state.

"Okay then" he chuckles, "let's go back to bed" taking you out of the room, gently placing you the mattress. He then pulls a pair of fresh panties from your suitcase, dressing you in them. He coos at the sight of you, sleeping peacefully despite what you did before.

He finally lays next to you, lovingly lifting up your arm to put it around his waist. He pulls the sheets over your bodies to keep you both warm, in the chilly room thanks to the beach's air.

He feels you move, snuggling closer to his chest to seek warmth.

"I love you" whispered, not expecting you to answer or hear it.

When you snuggle closer, he's sure you do.

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @a7estrellas

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c4tluver02 · 8 days ago

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first date

wc: 3.5k

summary: After being dragged to a bar by your friends you end up meeting Steve. It doesn't take long for you to fall head over heels for him whilst sharing fries and milkshakes.

cw: r shorter than Steve, drinking alcohol, r can be picked up by Steve, shy!reader, so cutie fluffy lovey dovey!!!!!

a/n: i have writers block ik i just did a date fic but it is what it is.

The first time you saw Steve was at a small quiet bar, one that wasn't filled to the brim with people. It was the only way your friends could convince you to get out– going to a lame bar that sold boring drinks. You weren't a party girl and that much was obvious the way you hid in the corner. Your friends all spread around the bar somehow finding a guy to take up their attention. Whether it was actual lust or a way to get a free drink you don't know, but you don't get much time to think about it once you feel a pair of eyes on you.

Turning your head to try and look at who it is watching you. When you finally catch him he is quick to look down, then turning his head back to his group of friends. He has two girls across from him and you think one of them must be his girlfriend, both too pretty to not be taken. Maybe you should tell them how their boyfriend has wandering eyes. You would want to know if your boyfriend was doing that.

Ignoring his eyes that are back on you, somehow burning through your clothes– a tight dress your friends forced you into. And yeah, maybe you should be going to guys and getting free drinks, but it wasn't something that came easily to you. Without fail your cheeks would burn red and the stuttering that came with it was never attractive. Is it really so hard to believe that you don't want to waste your Friday night trying to mesh with some stranger? Picking them apart to see if they are worth your time but still taking them home even when they're not.

The chair you're sitting on spins in a circle and it’s honestly doing wonders for your anxious mind, going in a soothing back and forth motion, legs dangling from how high it is to meet the bar. When you accidentally spin yourself too hard you see the guy still looking at you. But this time he lets out a laugh, and it slips out like he couldn't contain himself. It’s great how he hasn't even gotten to talk to you and you're already embarrassed with a red hue to your cheeks. Quickly turning yourself so your back meets his eyes and you stop spinning, yelling at yourself for starting that in the first place. Why do they have seats like this anyways?

You’re only on your second drink, nursing it a little too long that now the ice has mostly melted ruining the flavor a little bit. When you go to drink it, not wanting to waste your money, you almost choke on the watered down drink when the guy who won't stop staring at you is standing a few chairs away. His arms are resting against the bars counter and you can smell his cologne.

His presence surprised you but you’re quick to not show it. You might have profiled him wrong, if he was dating one of those girls you doubt he would be so close to you right in front of them.

“D’you want another drink?” He asks, and this time you can actually look at his face for more than a few seconds.

“Oh, um, sure. Thank you.” You give a light smile. Not wanting to give an impression that you are willing to give into him so easily. Perhaps that's what your friends were so quick to do, letting any guy who comes near with a nice smile and a paid drink stay to sit and talk.

“You don't come here often do you?” It’s asked after a quick order to the bartender and a beat of silence.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask, hoping the stress you get from his question isn't apparent on your face. “My friends dragged me here but I would rather be at home and they would rather be at a better bar.”

You don't know why you told him all of that, a simple yes or no would have sufficed. It might be the fact that your friends all left you so you haven't talked to anyone in a while. Or it could be that he’s really pretty and you actually would like to waste your time with him.

“Maybe just a little. You’re not having fun?”

“I appreciate my friend's effort but I am sitting here alone after all.” Your sentence ends with a small shrug.

His head tilts and it makes you blush, a small strand of hair falling on his forehead from the action.

“You’re not alone, you're with me.”

You’re not even sure what to say to that but luckily you don't have to answer, a girl with dark curly hair is walking up to the two of you.

“Eddie is making us play darts, did you wanna join?” She doesn't bother looking at you when she asks.

Steve however, is only looking at you. “Do you want to play?” He asks.

Your eyes widen a little at his question. You’ve only just met him and now he's inviting you to his big friend group that stays together at bars. It must be nice to go to a bar and not have anyone be taken away by men. Just sitting together playing darts in your own little bubble.

“Um, no thank you.” You give a polite smile with your head shake.

“We're good, thanks though.” He says as he finally turns his head towards the girl. It must be enough of an answer as she walks back to the table.

“If you want we could go somewhere else if you're not having fun here?” This earns an immediate nose scrunch from you. He doesn't say it in any weird suggestive tone but you've heard enough guys say it that your reaction is quick.

He must somehow understand your reaction as he explains himself. “Just for a bite to eat or something. Or we could walk around the block?” His hand is tapping along the counter and you think he might be just as nervous as you are.

After a second of thinking you agree. “Okay, that sounds nice.”

He laughs as you hop off the stool you were slightly still spinning on. “Which part the food or the walk?”

“Um, both?” If he wasn't so close to you he might not have heard it. Now that you aren't sitting face to face with him he realizes that you aren't nearly as tall as him.

“Let’s go then.” His hand goes to the small of your back, letting you go before him and it immediately burns through your dress.

Before you open the door a loud whistle is heard from his friends. “Look at Steve go, taking a girl home!” Says a guy with long dark hair.

The guy you now know to be Steve looks back at you with a small flush to his face and a tight lipped smile. One that says ‘let's get out of here quick’.

Despite being behind you his arm stretches out to push the door open and you both walk out. It’s warmer outside than it was in the bar, not enough hot bodies to fill it up.

“Let’s go get food first and then see how we feel about that walk yeah?” You nod and begin to follow him. You don’t know where you’re going but the way his feet go towards a direction so confidently makes you think he’s been there before. It’s not lost on you that this may not be your smartest idea to follow some guy around but Steve has a specific type of charm about him.

Still your countless hours of crime shows tell you to ask. “Where are we going?” Again it comes out so quiet.

“There's a nice diner on the next block over, it’s got like, everything ever. Thought it would be a good place for us to eat.” He says with a smile. You two are so close and his hand keeps brushing against yours and every few steps your shoulder touches his arm. But nothing happens and before you know it the bright sign of the diner is right in front of you.

Steve opens the door for you again but this time you thank him for it. When a hostess comes to the front Steve is quick to put up two fingers letting her know how many people. She simply nods her head and sits the two of you at a table. It’s small but you’re not starving so it’s fine.

Steve orders a milkshake and you get a coke. You’re still feeling a little something from the drinks you had at the bar but nothing to make you incoherent. The short table forces your knees to slot between Steves, every so often touching each other.

“Can you tie a knot with your tongue?” Steve asks as he eats the cherry from his milkshake.

“No, I have like, no fun tricks.”

“C’mon you gotta have something. Can you cross your eyes?” He says it as he sticks the stem into his mouth, working on tying it up.

“No.” You look so sad that you don't have something fun and before Steve can try to cheer you up your eyes widen. “Oh I can make a taco with my tongue!�� You explain and proceed to show him. You can't smile while doing the trick but the way your eyes move shows him you are trying to.

“There you go! See you do have fun tricks.” He grabs the stem from his mouth and shows you that he tied it.

“How do you learn to do that?” It happened with his mouth closed so it’s not like he could learn by watching it happen.

“I dunno, I was just playing with a cherry one day and I did it.” He shrugs. You're leaning your head against your palm as you watch him and Steve wishes he could kiss you.

“Have I told you yet that you’re really pretty?”

His question catches you completely off guard. A fuzzy feeling fills you up as you grin. “No, not yet.” You say shaking your head lightly.

“Well you’re really pretty, and I'm glad you let me drag you out of that bar.”

The giggle you let out almost stops Steve's heart then and there. It sounds so sweet and gentle, something he could never get tired of hearing.

“You’re really pretty too and you didn't drag me out, I went with you willingly.” Now your pink pouty lips are on the straw slurping on your coke, are you trying to kill him?

“Well you’re a way better time than the losers I was hanging out with.” And thank god you stopped drinking your coke because he slipped his hand with yours and that would have been the second time he made you choke on a drink.

When the waiter comes by to ask about food his thumb is still drawing light circles across your knuckles, unwavering from his position even when handing her the menu. You two decide to share fries, not too hungry mainly wanting somewhere to sit and talk that wasn't the bar.

The conversation between you stays strong, both of you having something to say barely leaving space for silence. It’s nice and even when you finish the fries he doesn't try to leave. Now you're sitting with one leg over the other, however, your ankle is resting on his leg. He moves his hand from your hand to your ankle and the lazy patterns remain. When he laughs he gives your leg a small squeeze and you can already tell when you leave you're going to miss his hand on you. A comforting weight that feels normal, like something that's been there for forever.

A lengthy few hours have passed since you first started talking to Steve at the bar which means the diner is closing soon. When you get up from your seat and Steve reaches for the receipt you notice a photobooth in the corner of the restaurant.

“Steve! Look!” You don't give him any hints on what he should be looking at but he figures it out pretty quickly once you walk towards it.

He follows only a few steps behind you as you look inside to see if it still works. It has a decent curtain that actually covers the people inside, when you come out the big smile on your face tells him it’s in perfect condition.

“You wanna take pictures?” If Steve was being honest by the way you said his name he was hooked. Ready to do anything you asked of him. He’ll take 40 pictures with you if that's what you want.

“Can we?” If this date is going as well as he thinks it is, he can see himself in 10 years still never saying no to you.

“Yeah, cmon.” When he finally opens the curtains his smile slightly falters. The seat is extremely small and you're quick to notice his mood change.

“What’s wrong?” The worry you feel is written all over your face and Steve already wants to kick himself for letting you feel that way.

“No, nothing, it’s just small in here.” He says it as he sits down and you realize he’s right. It really only fits one person unless two small people are okay being squished together.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

Steve can feel that he’s not very good at hiding a shocked face. You’ve been so shy all night that your request catches him off guard.

“Yeah, come sit angel.” He says, patting his lap.

It’s like he knows that anything he does will get a reaction from you, he plans them at the evilest times.

When you sit he immediately wraps his arms around you. His body radiates heat and his cologne surrounds you in the best way. You start tapping the screen getting it going, a second longer and you might explode in here with his arms around you.

“Oh I need a dollar.” When you turn your head to look at him his face is mere inches away from yours. You know you’re not being sneaky when you switch between his eyes and his lips but at this moment you really don't care.

Steve lifts both of you up slightly, his arm still around you as he pulls his wallet from his pocket. It’s a quick motion but then he hands you his wallet. The intrusive thought of taking it and running flashes through your mind like a horrible idea that would certainly not get you a second date. But he was the one giving his wallet to a stranger. You guess you aren't really strangers anymore but when you leave this restaurant who knows if you will ever see him again.

You pick a dollar out of his wallet but let's just say you saw a few more bills than a dollar in there. Leaning over to slide it into the machine you hear a noise come out of Steve. But before you can ask if he’s okay the screen yells out numbers.

“Oh shit okay, ready?” He asks with a laugh. Both of you jumped at the loud sound.

“Not really but maybe smiles first?” Steve didn't even get a second to agree, the clock already counting down to let you know the camera was about the flash.

The first pose is both of you smiling, the second is you leaning your head on his shoulder, and the third is him kissing your cheek. It’s surprisingly a perfect set of photos despite the lack of communication. You don't give yourself a second to register his kiss on your cheek. The first time he has ever kissed you and it's captured perfectly on camera.

“Do we like?” You ask as the row of photos show on the screen.

“We like.” Steve says with a nod.

Leaning over again you press print on the screen and Steve gives you a light tap on your thigh. All this moving you're doing is not only making your dress ride up but it’s causing Steve issues. He didn't think having a pretty girl on his lap for 2 minutes would give him half a boner but here we are.

When you jump out of the booth and pick up the pictures Steve can hear your gasp.

“They look really good! And look, we got two.” You say as you examine the picture closer.

“Course they look good, we're the hottest people here.” He says as he gives the crown of your head a kiss. Your back is leaning against him and he has to be careful you don't feel anything.

When you look up and give him a playful eye roll he wishes even more that he would pin you up against the photo booth. The little thoughts of sweet kisses only reserved for the table you were previously sitting at. Each minute that passes your shy behavior fades and Steve is only getting more and more obsessed with you.

When you hear the loud lock of the kitchen doors you are quickly reminded that the restaurant is closing and they probably are waiting for you two to leave. It also lets you know that your fun night with Steve is nearing its end.

Both of you get the hint and walk out of the restaurant, hand in hand. It’s almost 12 am and you’re now on the sidewalk with Steve. You have a slight fear that he will ask you to come home with him, ruining the gentleman persona he put on.

“So, am I able to get your number or do you hate me and never wanna see me again?” Steve asks, pulling you closer into him.

“Hmm, I guess I could give you my number.” You’re gleaming right now and Steve sees it. It must be spreading to him the way the smile transfers to his face.

“Oh you guess?” His smile is so nice, everything about him is nice. He’s practically perfect.

You take a pen from out of your purse and grab the photo booth picture from his hand. Using the window of the restaurant you write your name and number on the back of the photo. Steve wonders if this is what hitting the lottery must feel like.

“So you’ll call me?”

“Yeah if I get bored or something I can give you a call.” This earns Steve a light hit on his arm and you a loud laugh from Steve. One you haven't heard yet but hope to hear more of. You hope to learn everything about him.

Both of you walk back to the bar, your respective cars still parked there. Unlike the walk to the restaurant your hands are intertwined the whole walk. You wonder if Steve will go home or stay with his friends. Playing a round of darts he didn't get to play earlier because you declined. All your friends left with the guys they picked at the bar which left you alone, there was no reason to stay. Unless Steve asked you to, that is.

Even then your social battery has been long overused, not used to long nights of talking to pretty boys or going to diners at 11pm at night. Steve might be surprised how unusual this night has been for you once he gets to know you more. Your weekend plans mainly consist of baking and reading, basically the complete opposite of this long winded night.

When you make it back to the parking lot silence finally falls between the two of you. Neither of you want to say goodbye quite yet so you say nothing at all.

“Are you gonna go back to your friends? I kinda stole you from your night out.”

“Nope, I think half of them left.” His head turns as he looks around for their car that was parked next to his. “And you can steal me anytime you want. I see them way too much anyways.”

“Okay, well I should probably head home.” You say as you start swinging your hand that's interlocked with his.

“Yeah, it’s late huh?” He uses his other free hand to grab onto your waist pulling you closer to him.

You decide to take the extra step of resting your chin against his chest looking up at him. Letting out a small hum in agreement but neither of you move. Steve should earn a million dollars for having the restait to not kiss you then and there. Instead he settles for a small kiss on your forehead.

Both of you have smiles that are stitched to your face and a warm feeling that won't go away even when you get home. A feeling that only comes when meeting someone new. The act of wanting to spend every hour together, learning all the likes and dislikes of the other person. As Steve walks you to your car it’s all you can think about.

Steve doesn't even get into his car until he sees your own turning at the light. Too stuck in a moment of pure bliss. Already thinking of what your next date will be and what he should say when he calls you tomorrow. Because he already misses your presence and he doesn't know if he can make it another day without seeing you.

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mclqren · 1 year ago

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BALLERINA ★ LN4

PAIRING ✦ lando norris x fem!ballerina!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you play odette in the 'swan lake' ballet, and you manage to capture the attention of an f1 driver who has come to watch [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader plays odette in the swan lake ballet, and is british. she’s good friends with carmen, george’s girlfriend. the fc i've used is pdm.clara, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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user3 you're so good in swan lake omg

yourusername thank you sm!! 💗

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user20 LANDO HARD LAUNCHING HELLOOO?

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alex_albon absolutely no one had faith in you but it's nice to see you managed to get her anyway! 😊

landonorris by no one do you mean you and george?

georgerussell63 we had zero faith in you but it's nice to see you got the girl of your dreams!

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sobbingscripter · 6 months ago

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DAY 9: Nine Ladies Dancing

☃️Stuff My Stocking☃️

Tags: [virginity][AGED UP][vanilla?][friends to lovers][implied crushes][did I mention AGED UP]

A/N: idk who's art that is but I hope you get the sloppiest toppy.

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"This is pointless. Everyone knows what they're getting." Damian grumbles, nimble and tanned fingers folding thin and vibrant coloured wrapping paper around yet another box. The eighth one so far.

Snow tumbles outside frost bitten windows, a beautiful view of snowcapped mountains and the soft howl of wind all remains beyond the sturdy, brick walls of the manor. The scent of cinnamon and ginger lingers in the air, a plate of half-eaten gingerbread cookies on an ornate plate, two glasses of unfinished milk accompanying the snack on the wooden surface of the nearest coffee table.

"This is your first traditional Christmas." You answer him, your brows knitting into a frown at the familiar and unwelcome pessimism that seems to seep from Damian's pores like sweat.

"Not to mention your last Christmas, before you move in with the Titans and then, you're never seeing me again." You add, the last tidbit being said with a hint of dramatism, and if you were more confident in your knitting abilities, you'd have rested your hand on your chest, wiping away a faux tear with your other.

"Imagine I'm—" "Yeah, I get it." Emerald pools roll in annoyance at your theatrics, and he pinches the corners, sharpening them on either side of the box's seams. "And you're being ridiculous. You'll see me."

His eyes lift to meet your gaze, and if you were feeling a bit more confident, you'd have commented on the hint of sadness lurking behind the leafy pools and stupidly long lashes. Those goddamn Arab genes.

"Yeah but then you'll be dating that goth girl in the leotard. And you'll bring her on all our hang outs, and when you don't, she'll tell you that I'm trying to fuck you."

"Aren't you?"

Damian's question causes you to miss a stitch, wooden needles poking into the wrong loop of the vibrant green yarn, and your eyes widen, long lashes fanning out around your doe eyes before you let out a snort of laughter.

"Yeah, but not if you have a girlfriend."

Your eyes lower back to the stocking you're knitting, carefully fixing your mistake before continuing, the soft sound of wood clanging against one another continues to ring out in the stillness, the only other sound being the crackling fireplace and the hum of the fucking gramophone Damian had insisted on turning on for...

Arm-bie-arnce.

"But..." His voice is quiet and his hands still. "I don't have a girlfriend."

He sets down the half-wrapped box, carefully extracting the knitting needles and yarn from your hands, and a hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you closer across the burgundy rug of Wayne Manor's entertainment room.

"And I'm not interested in Rachel."

He adds quietly, gaze locked on yours and you swallow. Your heart pounds in your chest, rattling your ribcage and your palms begin to get clammy as you grasp at the soft cotton of your (his) pajama pants.

"Can I—" "Yes, you can cast it off."

Damian's kisses are soft. Gentle, and all-consuming. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, the muscles in his arms flex with each of his movements, muscular fingers moving behind the fabric of your pants. The feel of his pounding heart against your back is the only indication that he's just as nervous and inexperienced as you, if not more.

Because GOD, you'd never guess.

Not from the way his fingers slowly circle your needy clit, just enough to keep you on the teetering edge of pleasure, soaking through your panties and definitely not from the way his free hand grasps your neck, just... Resting there. His thumb rubs that soft spot just beneath your ear, brushing over the sensitive skin as his tongue slides repeatedly against yours, painting the inside of your mouth with his taste.

Gingery cookies, full cream milk and the hint of mint from his toothpaste, and Damian pulls away, dark lashes fluttering and his lips reddened from being so... Coddled in attention. He can taste your lip balm on his lips, the hint of coconut oil and that sweet smell that always seems to get him dizzy whenever he gets a whiff of it.

You're so pretty right now. Big, wide doe eyes with long lashes, fluttering as you stare up at him expectantly, your back pressed against his broad chest and you can feel the hardness of his muscles through the fleece of your hoodie and the flimsy fabric of his long sleeved T-shirt. You're pliable, and each time his fingers curl, he gets to feel your pulse jump beneath your skin, and each time, it sends a delightful shiver down his back, making his cock twitch.

"You're pretty." Damian whispers quietly, smoky green eyes drinking in the flush of your cheeks, your body melding against his and slowly, he pulls his fingers out of your pants. Bringing them up to his lips and tasting you on his tongue and you get to watch the exact moment he falls in love with the taste of your leaky pussy.

Lashes flutter, eyes nearly close and that aching cock pressing against your lower back is so noticeable that when you shift, you can exactly feel the ridge of his flushed crown. And his hands move to your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh before he dips his head low.

Your nails graze the short cropped hair of his undercut, just as his tongue flicks against your pulse, before he presses a soft kiss to your pleasure-thrumming skin.

"Wait here," he hums, "I'm gonna go ask Todd for a condom."

You're sopping. It's an uncomfortable feeling when you feel Damian's plump tip stretching out your tight, untrained muscles, his hand anchoring your hips to the sofa and you frown, brows knitted tightly and your lips tugged into a cute little pout.

"Just—" You feel a particularly painful pinch and you wince, "—shove it in." You instruct. "Don't prepare me. Then don't move. Not even an in—"

Your wind is knocked out of you when Damian, quite literally, shoves it in. Your walls spasm and your eyes well up with tears as your teeth bite into your plump bottom lip to stifle any sounds, any tears.

"Shh shh, 'm sorry, 'm sorry." Damian mutters softly, leaning over you and peppers soft kisses to your red face, pressing gentle kisses to your watering eyes and his hands gently massage your waist and hips, trying to help you relax.

"Just...." Damian bites his lip as he thinks. Normally, in the porn he's seen, everyone's already broken in. But he takes a leap of faith, his hand resting on your mound and his thumb moves to your folds, finding that cute pebbled bud and slowly, he coaxes you into relaxation.

Slow circles that have your mouth forming a cute pouty 'o' shape, wet lashes fluttering as you look down at his hand. The pain is... Dull. Still present but so dull when compared to Damian's face, so... Expressive, for once and so gentle as he plays with your clit.

Gentle pinches, slow circles.

He pulls out every trick in the book, all while keeping his aching hips still, eager for you to enjoy this before he gets to fuck you.

He leans forward, hips snug against your own as he presses a kiss against your temple, your thighs over his and he hides his face in your neck when your hips rock to meet his thumb's movements and you just feel....

Warm.

Your brows crease when Damian lets out a shuddering breath before he lifts himself, grabbing your hoodie from the backrest of the sofa and he tosses it over your face.

"What are you—" "Don't look!"

Damian huffs, pulling out of you and he carefully tugs the already filled condom off, the latex filled to the brim with snowy white cum and he knots it, hiding it beneath the sofa.

Just for now.

He carefully and quickly rips another foil packet, putting on the condom just like how Dick demonstrated with a banana on one really... Shitty day.

And just when you finally manage to toss the hoodie off your face (he tucked the arms into the space between the cushion and the armrest), Damian's already sliding his thick cock back into your drooling cunt.

Your eyes roll back, your hips lifting and your knees move inward, pressing your knees into his sides as his thumb continues it's prior assault, teasing your sensitive button.

"Open your legs." Damian huffs, cheeks still flushed from the knowledge that he came so early, but as long as you don't know, you can't bring it up.

"I—... No..." Your hips buck sloppily, and he lets out a deep groan, but you're not sure if it's in pleasure or annoyance, but Damian's hands move to your inner thighs, spreading them obscenely wide and he stares.

Watching the way your puffed pussy lips swallow his cock whole, and he slowly pulls out of you, listening to that slick sound that nearly blends into the crackle of firewood and he slowly sinks back into you.

Damian.

He doesn't thrust, doesn't pound or piston.

His hips fucking roll into yours, a slow grind that has your brain melting and your nails digging into strong biceps, and Damian's eyes are locked on yours. It's a slow fuck. The slowest and so deep, each sloppy kiss against your cervix has your toes curl in those knitted socks, your yarn covered heels brushing against his muscular back.

"You're so tight..." Damian breathes out, his hips stuttering and your whines turn into quiet breaths, soft breathy moans and your hands interlock behind his neck, pulling him closer.

He's all you can smell.

That musky sweat, the oud he uses. Fuck, he smells so good. And you're barely paying attention when you whisper softly, lips brushing against his ear.

"Take off the condom?"

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unluckilyimnot · 1 year ago

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OMG I JUST NOTICED YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN THAT JUST MADE MY DAY!!!!

anyways can you do headcanons for bllk character introducing you to either their teams or the press iykwim

pretty please I loveeeee your posts so much <333333

Introducing their s/o to their team - isagi, kaiser, rin, hiori, chigiri

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Note : Hiii you're so cute lslsls thank you sm for your request <3 I chose this one cause somebody else asked about the press finding out so I'll do both !

Nobody is mentioned so I'll choose but feel free to ask for your fav !

Isagi

He's so shy but happy omg

He's probably blushing if they keep saying how pretty you are

Those who ask a bit more about you earlier to isagi will probably start a conversation more easily

But you love to talk with everyone!

If you're famous, they'll ask about it or how you two meet or even about your job

But if you're someone like you and me they're begging to know how you two meet

They're probably expect something really cheesy based on isagi himself

He probably get teased a lot afterwards but he takes it easy

he’s just so happy you can finally meet them

Rin

he’s pretty but awful so everybody think he’s bitchless

no need to say that they GASPED when he introduced you

you seem so sweet, what are you doing here ?

“He paid you ?” i definitely see some of them ask you that - like bachira

wait until you tell them that you asked him and he wasn’t planning of doing without you mentioning it

they’re shocked, they feel betrayed and are ready to make a scene to him before you calm it down

everybody want to know more about you, asking you lot of questions to the point that rin has to claim you back

holding your waist or wrist to remind you that he’s there too

I think it goes more simply that he imagined at first

He's always happy when they ask about you even if he doesn’t show it

Chigiri

just like that time they react when they saw his sister, they will ask him who you are even if it’s obvious that you’re his s/o

one or two would probably ask you out on a date to make him mad - tbh it’s really funny to see

he’ll blush and become protective over you, adorable

he would roll his eyes at their jokes but as long as you’re laughing at them, it’s fine with him

he’ll get tease by the gaze he sent you all night, sweet and soft, speaking all the love he has for you before his tongue can

he’s a bit cash if they’re doing to much though, they have to be careful around his lover

Hiori

he talks about you regularly so they’re all happy when he mentions that you’ll tag along for a team meal they’re HYPE

they’re so happy to see you it’s cute, you wish every partner is welcome that way

you’re so soft spoken it totally make sense that you ended up with him

you’re probably a little reserved and overwhelmed at first but they’re calmer than you thought

it’s also a lot funnier than you thought so, even if you stay glued to hiori’s side, you can enjoy the night to the fullest !

he checks on you frequently, catching a lot of eyes and they make sure to let him know

you two are just so cute for sure damn couple goal

Kaiser

ness is jealous lmao

he’s very cocky and proud to introduce you to them

you’re so precious and most importantly : you’re his - he can’t just keep it to himself

sharing the world about you start with his teammates

he’ll tell them how you two meet and how you fall in love with him - as if he wasn’t the one down bad - with his arm around your shoulders to keep you close

he trusted them but they can’t touch <3 even in a friendly way

you’re really welcome though, they’re all very interested in you and your life/job

it goes pretty smoothly, even if ness is a little salty

Sae

he’s reluctant to say the least, he knows he won’t see the end of it

you’re amazing, he loves you unconditionally

but you’re so good like that that he knows he will have to deal with them asking how you’re doing and he doesn’t like it

he says yes anyway, and one day he brings you with him at an unofficial meeting

they’re so shocked but happy to see you in real life (you’re on his lock screen) : they want to know everything

sae is a rather intimate person and doesn’t talk much about his personal life so you’re the one who will tell them the cheesy stuff

yes you received death glares, you you still answer them with a big smile

you’re funny, they already really love you and they can’t wait to see you more around

I hope you liked it !

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neeeooon · 2 months ago

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heyyy, could i rq a one shot of a reader with a personality similar to nagi and they're dating bachira, like an opposites attract typa thing. the situation could be at practice, just them on a weekend or anything you can think up. ty, have a great day!!🤍🤍

CUTEE TYSM 💛🩵

opposites attract

bachira meguru x nagi!reader. fluff

“babe, babe! let’s go to the petting zoo! they just set it up for this weekend, we have to go!”

you continued to lay in bed, completely drained from doing absolutely nothing draining. “too far.”

“it’s down the street! come on, get your shoes, i’ll carry you!”

“shoes are a hassle…”

bachira, unfazed, continued to beam as he zoomed around the room. “i wouldn’t recommend it! shoes are a must at a petting zoo.”

groaning, you buried your face in a pillow and said, “bed now. zoo later.”

bachira jumped across the room and landed on you with an oomph! “zoo now! there won’t be a zoo later.”

“but… bed…” bachira was already hauling you out of the y/n-shaped dip in the mattress. with his help, you got your shoes on and were yanked onto his back and out of the house.

though it’d been a struggle to get you there, you enjoyed the petting zoo. bachira also convinced you to pick strawberries in the fenced-off field to keep animals out.

you bonded with a cow named stephan. stephan didn’t move the entire time you were there except to huff once in exasperation. stephan was cool.

“i hope they come back!” bachira exclaimed, his lips pink and hands sticky from the strawberry juice. you nodded at his side, since you agreed to walk home as long as he held your hand.

you glanced over your shoulder, trying and failing to get one last look at the zoo. “i hope stephan has a good day..”

bachira, completely overwhelmed with how cute you are, twisted your hands to get a tighter grip on you and pulled you into his side. he peppered your face with loud, smacking kisses that left you smiling just a little bit.

“yuck,” you pretended to complain when he finally let you slip from his sticky grasp. “now i’m gonna smell like strawberries.”

he laughed, now swinging your still-intertwined hands. “beats smelling like a cow!”

“stephan is not just a cow. he is cool.”

“cooler than me?” bachira teased with a nudge.

you nodded. “yes.”

to retaliate, bachira flung you over his shoulder and ran all the way home. you gave up the second his arms found your waist and hung limply like a corpse until he finally plopped you down on the couch. now at home, bachira had free range to tickle you as you squirmed and tried not to laugh. “take it back! say i’m cooler than stephan!”

“no,” you deadpanned, but then he poked an extremely ticklish spot that forced a giggle out of you. “never.”

eventually, when it started getting hard to breathe, you squealed, “i’m sorry, stephan! bachira’s cooler!”

bachira jumped away and pumped a fist over his head in victory. “yes!”

exhausted, for a reason, this time, you made grabby hands at your boyfriend and huffed. “now, bed.”

“fine,” bachira agreed, also tired. “bed now.”

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libraford · 8 months ago

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I'm not bothered by the conversation so much as I am a growing approach to activism which makes it impossible to interact with other people. Which echoes a lot of that conversation I had with Ginger this week.

He refuses to have friends that are not faithful to Jesus. Like, he can have a productive conversation with a non-believer and nearly connect with them socially, but if he learns that they don't go to church or don't believe in christ, he finds it difficult to take them seriously because their words were not god-inspired.

Ginger was in a cult. I do not mean this colloquially- Xenos/Dwell is a prominent pseudo-christian cult in central Ohio that preys on college students in need of community. There are rules about who you can date, who you can hang with, they practice gay coversion therapy, and will tell you not to visit your family if they're not Christian.

There is a lot of focus on purity. Actions, thoughts, social groups- it's very controlling about what you can and cannot do.

So. When he goes out into the world with us sinners, it becomes difficult to interact with general society.

We were talking about Merve, one of our foremen, and I said: "the first time I was in a car with Merve, he introduced himself as a Democratic Catholic Pervert. And honestly- yeah that's a good summation."

Ginger didn't like that at all. "Well he's not a very good catholic with all that talk of pornography, he should be ashamed of himself- honestly shouldn't even call himself Christian."

Merve is very much a womanizer, but it's all talk. He's gross about it sometimes and it rubs me the wrong way, but in all fairness- he warned me. Outside of that, he's what I expected from a 60-something landscaper.

"Well, I think whether he's a good Christian or not is up to God, not us."

And he got a little pissy over that comment because I caught him judging.

He only hangs out with 'the faithful' at work, which consists of three guys who are religious in a similar way and it's caused a bit of a rift in the culture. It's gotten a little... preachy. It wasn't preachy before.

So I am making... parallels to this behavior and a particular strain of activism that's been affected by purity culture.

Nothing is ever good enough. If it touches racism, it's banned forever and you have to spread the word about how it's racist. Where doing things that are well-intended puts you in the spotlight for the underlying and actually bigoted reason you're doing a nice thing. And prevents you from doing the nice thing in the future.

Because yes you did a nice thing, but it wasn't enough- you could be doing more.

Yes you did a nice thing, but you did this nice thing instead of tackling this bigger issue.

Yes you did a nice thing, but it was through this program that you didn't know was funded somewhat unethically.

Yes you did a nice thing, but your motivation for doing it wasn't the goodness of your heart, it was motivated by guilt.

Yes you did a nice thing, but it took a horrible event to do it when you should have had the morals of goodness ingrained in you and you should have done this from the start.

Yes you did a nice thing, but you only did it when it started impacting your life and you should be thinking of others first.

Yes you did a nice thing but the nice thing doesn't align perfectly with my worldview.

The goalpost is forever moving backwards.

No one likes to be called 'racist.' It's a really easy weapon to use when something does something you don't like. If you look at anything closely enough, you will see it's racist roots. You could say the same for misogyny, homophobia. Our society is built on hatred and inequality. Untangling it and living a morally pure life free of ridicule is impossible.

Recognizing the roots of an action to be bigoted is the first step. The second step is knowing it when you see it. Step three is pointing it out.

But there are more steps.

Pointing it out, or calling it out, and chastising someone for ignoring or not knowing something actually isn't all that helpful. Because it leaves you to wonder- okay, now what? What can I do to remedy this situation?

Which is the next step- actionable items. Yes, I have done something wrong- I am sorry.

I am sorry. Now I will try to make it right.

I will try to make it right by donating, by volunteering time, by listening to the people who have been hurt and lifting their voices.

Part of healing from an oppressive Christian community is realizing that people are going to sin whether you like it or not. And barring harm to themselves and others, you're gonna have to let them.

If my tarot practice is derived from a 15th century racist, then it was derived for a 15th century racist. Refusing to participate in a past-time that helps me connect with my family doesn't make it not racist. It will still be racist. But I'm not sure who it's hurting in 2024 and I don't have a time machine and I'm not being given clear instructions for how to unracist it.

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dailymanners · 3 months ago

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Book Recommendations

Miss Manner's Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior. If you want to read up more on manners outside of this blog, really any book by Miss Manners is going to be my front line recommendation, but this book is the best starting point for Miss Manner's books and gives the best general overview. I especially recommend books by Miss Manners for anyone who feels like they're on the socially awkward side and/or has a habit of accidentally upsetting others without realizing how or why, because Miss Manners actually takes the time to lay out and explain many social norms and boundaries that people expect you to "just know" without ever coming right out and saying.

How To Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie. Now, it was written by a businessman over 100 years ago, so some bits might seem dated and/or more geared towards the professional world. However, I am still including it here and still recommend reading it because I think this book lays down a lot of good and effective ground rules with how to be cordial and amicable in your daily social interactions, as well as good and in depth explanations on why these cordial and amicable behaviors are more preferable than their alternatives.

The Verbally Abusive Relationship by Patricia Evans. Yes, throwing in a book about abusive relationships on this list might seem like an odd choice. However, this book is about so much more than verbally abusive relationships in the conventional sense. This book completely changed my entire worldview on human interactions and human relationships. I cannot rave enough about this book and what it says about human interactions and relationships. I wish I could give a copy to everybody in the entire world. Here's a goodreads review that summarizes why I think everybody in the whole world needs to read this book:

now, as a small disclaimer this book is a few decades old, so you might find some of the language a bit dated. However please don't let that stop you from reading this book, it will change your entire perspective on humanity and human interactions.

I will likely add more to this list at some point. If you're aware of other books / resources you think would be helpful and belong on this list, please feel free to message me.

#manners #good manners #courtesy #etiquette #politeness

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fumiliar · 9 months ago

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hiromi higuruma being your boss was not for the weak. not only did he give you impossibly hard cases, he was also too hot to handle. due to higuruma's hardworking nature, you were always working as his assistant, never catching a break. well maybe once in a while when you would gawk at him through the glass of his see-through office. you didn't think he'd notice your small crush, but oh he was an observant man.

he noticed. he noticed every single time you'd drool at his arms when he rolled his sleeves, making him do it more often. he noticed when you would shamelessly stare at him, feeling your burning stare on his figure. oh it was so fun for him to tease you.

"y/n, come here," he shouted from the comfort of his office, you rushing to meet him.

"yes, why did you call me sir?" you bit your lip, nervously waiting for his answer.

he loved that name, sir. you were the only one who called him sir, everyone else calling him mr.higuruma or just his last name.

"can you check the files for the case on trial tomorrow? please make sure they're all complete," higuruma purposefully loosening his tie, his lips curved knowing you were exactly where he wanted you to be. "y/n?" he coughed, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"uh..sorry sir, can you repeat what you just said?"

"what's on your mind y/n?"

"sir-"

"me? i'm on your mind?"

"n-no sir!" you immediately answered, unable to control the tint that appears on your cheeks, or the way you couldn't look at him in the eye.

"why not?" higuruma pushed once more, he's had enough of teasing you. he wants you, he wants to get to know you outside of this professional setting. "are you free tonight?"

"uh yes sir."

"can i treat you to dinner?" higuruma leaned back at my place, "at my place."

you were stunned. your work crush and boss had just asked you out to dinner, was this a date? or just a formal lunch.

"it's a date, can you?" he added, it's like he could read your mind.

"i would love to sir."

#higuruma x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk higuruma #higuruma hiromi #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #higuruma x you #higuruma fluff #higuruma x y/n #hiromi jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fumiliardrabbles #min...drabbles

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jetblack4realz · 2 months ago

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protector - haymitch abernathy

not her

masterlist

after a week of teasing the capitol, haymitch has gotten really good at setting boundaries with pushy peacekeepers and sponsors.

warnings: sexualizing, allusions to sa and gross people, spoilers to sotr, age gap of like 3 years

word count: 2.6k

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twelve more days in the capitol and twelve more parties to attend, each one decorated as a different district in "preparation" for your victory tour - though several capitol women complained about the tackiness of doing distrct 4 twice in one week from your first celebration.

you and haymitch had done your due diligence with flirting, the boy whisking you away for at least a dance or two each night and stealing your time with sponsors. he had expert timing, always stepping in when a man over forty was getting too close.

"honey, have you tried this?"

you didn't even turn, simply holding a hand out to accept the little pink eclair the district 12 boy was offering you. his hand settled on your waist securely and you could practically hear his overdramatic expression as he turned his attention to the green-haired gentleman opposite you.

"you into eclairs?" haymitch didn't wait for a response to continue, his other hand falling to your arm. "i'd never had one before i first came here for my games, but i think they're the best damn thing the capitol's come up with."

the man's brows raised, slightly hesitant and extremely confused. "oh, yes. yes i am a fan of the eclairs."

"who isn't?" haymitch chuckled, his breath hitting your ear as he began pulling you backwards with him. "now, if you'll excuse me i need to introduce our sparkly new victor to some friends."

you started to learn to do it too; those colorful capitol ladies sure had sweet spots for district 12's only living victor.

they weren't shy about their interest in him - hands on his arm or chest as they pushed bright colored drinks in his face and giggled on about how much of an eligible bachelor he was.

"oh haymitch, you would love this!" a woman looking to be about thirty chirped, a flamingo-pink margarita in her hand as she offered it to the younger boy. she was stood entirely too close to him with her free hand on his upper arm, leaving a faint purple stain on his white shirt. "it's bubblegum flavored."

you quickly snatched a glass of whiskey off the tray of a passing server, spinning as you slid up to his side with a hand on his back and the glass just slightly in front of the other lady's. "here, h. noticed you were out."

he took it from your hand, smiling gently in your direction as you turned your eyes to the lady you recognized from the sponsor booths who'd been supporting your district partner. "he's into dark liquors, not the fun, bright stuff like the rest of us. i'd be happy to try it though, thank you!"

they were all talking about you two. everyone. just as you hoped.

whispers as he pulled you around the parties, pictures snapped when you met for a meal or went on a walk, giggling questions about the other whenever approached.

"are you dating haymitch abernathy?"

you looked up with wide eyes, glancing sideways at mags before turning your attention to the young teen in front of you. "sorry?"

"are you dating him?" she repeated, a hand settling on her hip as she looked over your blue sundress that seemed rather simple in comparison to her flamboyant toile bubble of a dress. "because my dad was going to introduce us at the party last night and instead he was all caught up with you."

you laughed a bit, shaking your head. "no, sweetheart, we're not officially dating."

"unofficially?"

"i don't see how that's any of your business," you answered as politely as possible.

she scoffed. "well, i'm gonna be at the party tonight too. i'll find him and no one will be wondering if you two are dating again." she hesitated, thinking through her words again. "because it'll be me. he'll be dating me."

"well, i look forward to seeing you tonight," you told her with a smile. "we'll be at the bar so you can find us - oh, except it's 18 and older..."

she paused, racking her brain for any sort of way she could get out of that situation and hopefully into haymitch's arms. after a few moments she just scoffed and walked away.

you laughed to mags when you saw caesar's gossip review later that day, quoting an anonymous witness saying that you admitted to being in an unofficial relationship with haymitch.

you even saw a headline in the capitol newspaper:

“Seashells & Sass: Y/n Flanagan and Haymitch Abernathy Spark Romance Rumors!”

it was night 7, the theme following suit.

you felt like a tree, in a skin tight, bark-patterned dress and a headdress of leaves that you were pissed your stylist placed on your head. it sounded like streamers being shook around every time you moved and bobbed in and out of your eyesight as you tried to talk to people.

"i love your leaves!" a girl in a similar brown dress to yours complemented, one hand rising to mess with the little green fabric pieces.

"really? thank you!" you said, smiling as you reached to pull them off. "here! you can wear them. they'd look darling with your dress."

"oh, you're so kind!" she chirped, accepting the headband with a wide smile and slipping the canopy of leaves onto her hair.

behind her, a man in different shades of green all over his suit popped out of the crowd, his eyes immediately landing on you. his short black hair had green sparkles gelled into it, shimmering against the light of the overhead chandeliers, and to you he just looked like the embodiment of disgust. when he met your eyes, your face fell for a moment before you picked it right back up and focused back on the girl in front of you, pushing a leaf to the side to see her face better.

"don't even thank me," you told her, patting her arm as you moved past her towards the bar. "you have a good night!"

you didn't even hear her response. "gigi! hey, gigi!"

mags turned with furrowed brows as you stood in front of her barstool. "what is it, dear?"

"i have to get out of here," you said, shaking your head as you let out an exhausted breath. "i don't think i've gotten a full night of sleep since before the reaping and there's this guy who keeps following me around."

"what?" she asked, moving to stand before you rested a hand on her arm to stop her. "who?"

"i can't remember what he said his name was, but he's about my height-" you held a hand to the top of your head for reference "-dressed head to toe in the ugliest shades of green ever, and keeps making comments about how surprised he is a girl of my age can have the curves that i do in this dress."

she was about to say something, her brows knitted into a glare, but then you added quickly with a glance to the side:

"oh, and he's on his way over to me again."

she followed your gaze and presumably spotted the man before she looked back to you. "has haymitch been with you?"

"yes, but never when he comes around. i think that's strategic," you answered. "so, i think i'm gonna head back to my room. can you cover for me?"

"don't go alone, darling," she said, shaking her head. "i'll come with you."

"no, i'm fine, really," you insisted, waving her suggestion away.

"just, hold on-"

you glanced to the side and the man was moving quicker towards you.

"gigi, i'm gonna go. i really don't want to deal with all of this right now," you told her, moving to the side to slip out the door beside the bar.

"sweetie, honestly-"

"well, hello again."

both yours and mags' eyes snapped to the side, tensing at the sight of the glittery fifty-something year old.

"oh. hello," you answered politely.

"figaro," he said, grinning widely as he told you his name and held his hand out towards you. "i know you must be meeting so many people that you forgot. totally understandable. but, i promise you won't forget it by the end of the night."

"except unfortunately my granddaughter's night has come to an end," mags told him, the man lowering his hand as he looked at the woman. "she's exhausted and feeling ill, so if you'll excuse us-"

"oh, i'd be happy to walk her to her room," figaro said. "no need for your night to end."

"no, that's quite alright. i will take her," she answered, her lips set in a thin line as she eyed him.

"i insist," the man said, reaching forward to take your arm and step towards the door you were previously trying to escape out of. "it's no problem." and then he leaned closer to you, a sickly sweet smile on his lips as they hovered by your ear. "i was hoping to take up some of your night. like i said earlier, i'll get you to remember my name by the end of it."

"no," you said sharply, pulling your arm from his grasp and stepping back towards mags. "no."

"no?" he repeated.

"no," you said, frowning deeply. "no, i can't even imagine why you would-"

"do we have a problem here?"

a peacekeeper. all dressed in white with a gun on his hip. and his eyes were on you.

"yes, actually," you said. "this man won't leave me alone. if you could escort me back to my room, that would be greatly appreciated."

he eyed you for several moments before glancing at the man to your left and back to you. "i believe president snow requested that you be as accommodating to our sponsors as possible."

you were dumbfounded, your mouth dropped open and your brows knitted. next to you, mags was obviously frustrated, but a certain knowing was in her expression too as she reached to squeeze your hand.

"actually, he didn't."

the peacekeeper spun around to find panem's favorite golden-haired, whiskey-drowning victor, his brows raised questioningly at the peacekeeper.

"those rules may apply to some of our fellow victors, but not her," he continued, stepping between you and the two other men, setting his glass on the bartop beside mags. "you get that? not her."

you and your grandmother both held your breath as you watched the expressions of the peacekeeper and figaro morph from annoyance to confusion to a strange mix of frustration, knowing, and fear.

what sparked that?

the spark then reached for your hand behind his back and you took it gratefully.

"if you could relay that information to your friends - both of you - that would be lovely," haymitch said. "we're going to leave now and neither of you are going to have any issues with it, because you have no reason to. are we clear?"

another beat of silence before the peacekeeper nodded. "yes sir."

"good, that's what i like to hear. and you, my lovely green friend?"

"crystal clear."

"wonderful. you all have a wonderful night now," he said with a false smile, turning and keeping you and mags in front of him as he moved towards the door. when your grandmother pushed the door open he glanced over his shoulder at figaro and lifted a hand vaguely in his direction. "you have some... glitter in your hair, by the way. just thought you should know."

and then he slipped into the hallway after you and mags, shutting the door firmly behind him.

he shot you both a smile. "alright ladies, let's head home."

one hand hovered over the small of your back as he walked you both back to your rooms, taking the elevator and dropping off mags first before walking down the rest of the hallway to yours.

"thank you," you told him when he came to your side again. you took his hand. "seriously."

"no problem. hopefully they get the memo from now on," he huffed.

"hopefully."

"and if they don't i'll just rescue you again," he told you, smiling gently as you guys stepped in the elevator to go up to your room. you pressed the button for the appropriate level. "i never have an issue with playing hero for a bit."

you hesitated. "are they going to try again? like... when you're not here? when gigi isn't here? what do i - what do i do then?"

"it won't happen," he told you, hands moving to grip your upper arms gently and slowly rubbed them up and down. "it won't. don't answer the door unless you know it's me or mags. just pretend you're asleep and if they keep knocking message me on my intercom. i'll come."

"you'll come."

"i'll come," he said again. "i promise."

"okay," you said quietly. "thank you. you didn't need to do all of this."

he shrugged, his hands stopping their movements and staying still on your arms. "i don't mind it. really."

except you thought he did. you could assumed how exhausting all of this probably was. how much effort he had to put into socializing. not that he ever said it - he's only been kind. but, you know it isn't easy. this is a threat to him too.

you threw your arms around his neck, squeezing tightly as you felt his arms wind around your waist securely, hugging you back. "thank you, haymitch. for helping me."

"i'm here for you," he mumbled into your hair. "and i will be for as long as you need me to be."

you pulled back with a sad laugh. "even if that means forever because i'm too damn scared to go it alone?"

he tucked your hair behind your ear with a gentle frown as he considered your words. several beats of silence passed before he finally answered: "you're not weak because you're scared of being hurt, you know. i'm scared too. believe it or not, being with you like this has made it... easier."

"oh." it was all you could come up with, however idiotic it was.

but then the doors opened and haymitch was pulling you out after him.

"you're really good at this, by the way," he said. "or, at least, you've gotten better. the whole flirting thing? you're very convincing now."

"it's, uh, gotten easier," you said with an awkward laugh.

he laughed gruffly. "ditto."

did he mean what you meant by that?

probably not. no. he didn't want this. but, well, neither did you.

it wasn't long before you reached your door and you lifted your wristband to the lock to let you in. it flashed green and then you paused before pushing it open. you clicked the authorizing code on the little screen, resetting the lock controls with another tap of your wristband before turning back to haymitch.

"give me your wrist," you said, reaching for his left hand.

"what?"

"i need your wrist." and then you just grabbed it, holding up his own coded wristband until the light flashed green again. his eyes were on you as he realized what you did, his brows furrowing. but, before he could ask the question, you spoke again. "just so if anything happens you know and you can get in. it sends me notifications when someone goes in that's not me... now you know too." you hesitated. "is that alright?"

"smart," he hummed. "how else am i supposed to be the hero?"

you smiled. "just trying to help you out."

"well, i appreciate it," he said, tilting his head at you. he reached a hand out to brush your arm, sending a wave of goosebumps over your skin. "you get some rest. i'm just a walk away."

"yeah," you nodded. "okay."

"goodnight," he said and you pushed your door open.

"goodnight."

#haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch x reader #thg haymitch #haymitch abernathy #sotr #thg sotr #sunrise on the reaping

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woso-dreamzzz · 11 months ago

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Dogs III

Keira Walsh x Laura Feiersinger x Child!Reader

Summary: You meet Laura

"She's a kid," Keira says," Not a bomb. You don't have to be so worried."

Laura sits at her kitchen table, back ramrod straight as she taps her nails anxiously against the wooden finish. Her knee bounces as she glances at the door.

The custody schedule for you between Lucy and Keira is fairly fluid. It mainly follows Narla's custody schedule but you can still decide to stay a day or two extra at your other mother's house if you want to.

You were with Lucy and Ona this week and now's the swap over so you're coming back to Keira.

Laura had timed her visits to overlap with your weeks with Lucy just because the boundaries were always a little blurry. Keira had never expressed an interest in having the two of you meet, especially not so early in the relationship.

Laura assumes that there were lots of talks between Lucy and Keira about how to approach your interactions with their partners. With Ona now at Barcelona with you, it was difficult to keep you away.

Keira's described you as highly social so there was no way you'd just avoid someone so, with your meeting with Ona imminent, Keira had put out feelers to see if Laura would have liked to meet you too.

She had gotten into this relationship knowing that Keira had a kid. It was hard not to know when the whole community (players and fans) had blown up one day when you'd been revealed to the public. Laura hadn't gotten into this relationship with the idea of never interacting with you.

She thought she was ready but now all she can think about is how anxious she feels.

The ring of the doorbell feels like a death sentence and Laura remains rooted in her seat as Keira goes to open the door.

"Mummy!" You cheer, slamming into her legs to hug her tight.

Keira stumbles a little, her hand moving to cup the back of your head with a soft smile on her face. "Hi, pup."

"She's had breakfast," Lucy says, unclipping Narla's leash to let her run free in the house," And she's got a few leftover snacks from yesterday."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Oh! And we went to the carnival yesterday and Ona won her a few stuffed animals so they're in her bag."

"I'll chuck them in the washer," Keira says, grabbing your bag," Who knows how long those toys were hanging up there."

"I'm going to head off then. I'll see you at training on Monday."

"Pup!" Keira calls," Mum's going now! Say goodbye."

"Bye, Mum!" You chirp," Love you!"

"Love you too."

The dance swings shut and Laura's breathing picks up a little bit.

You're a bit preoccupied with Keira and don't even seem to have noticed Laura sitting there.

Keira's crouched down at your height as she looks through your overnight bag and all the new toys you have as you try to explain each one and how Ona won it for you.

"Hey," Keira says softly," I want you to meet someone."

You frown, head cocking to the side in confusion. "Why?"

"Well, you know how like Mum and Ona are dating now?"

"I like Ona," You say," Has puppy called Coco."

Keira nods. "Well, I'm dating someone too and I'd like you to meet her."

Laura holds her breath. She'd been warned in advance about meeting you. She knew that you hadn't exactly taken well to Ona at first. She's prepared herself for this kind of thing.

Little steps first.

Keira turns you around and points at her.

"This is Laura, my girlfriend."

You frown at her, hair swaying as your head tilts even further to one side. "Is Laura?"

"Yep. This is Laura."

"Play football too?"

"Does Laura play football too?"

"Yes."

"She does," Keira says," She plays for Austria."

You frown deepens. "Austria is country? Like England?"

"That's right."

You take a step towards Laura, wandering over until there's barely any space between you, head tilted up to stare.

"You like puppies?"

"Er...yes, I do."

Laura crosses her fingers.

You don't talk for a moment before a massive smile appears on your face. "I love puppies!" You point at your t-shirt. "See! Puppy on my top! Is called a King Charles puppy!"

You seem so excited now and Laura feels all of the tension melt away as you rock back and forth on your feet, waffling on and on about dogs.

"We have puppy!" You tell her," My Narla!" You turn around. "Narla! Narla!"

Narla pokes her head up from where she's made herself comfortable on the sofa and you shoot off to get her.

"See," Keira teases," She's not that scary."

"I don't know," Laura jokes back," Any kid with that much knowledge about dogs is a little scary. She's so tiny. Where does she keep it all?"

You haul Narla off the sofa and into your arms, toddling back to Laura.

"Is my Narla!" You tell her and Laura has to smother her laughter at how resigned Narla is to this treatment," Mum says is West Highland Terrier! She's pretty!"

Narla huffs a little bit and cranes her head back to lick you on the nose, sending you into a peel of giggles.

"Why don't you put Narla down?" Keira asks gently," And go and find your big dog book for Laura? I'm sure she wants to learn about other dogs too."

You nod quickly, placing Narla gently on the floor before you're off like a shot to your room.

"She's got a big dog book?"

Keira nods. "Every breed in the world. She likes having it read for her bedtime story. I think I might have memorised it by now."

You come sliding into the room, both of your arms wrapped around your dog encyclopaedia.

Laura slips off her chair and goes down to your height, smiling at just how excited you are.

"So many puppies," You say," What you want to see first?"

Laura glances back at Keira, who nods, before smiling back at you, getting comfortable on the floor.

"Why don't you show me your favourite breed?"

#woso x reader #keira walsh x reader #keira walsh #laura feiersinger x reader #laura feiersinger #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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kiwi-on-ice · 11 months ago

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Saw your most recent tiktok🤭

Could you do something for Lucio when you get the chance? Please and thank you

First date headcannons with Lucio, Cole Cassidy, Mauga, Lifeweaver, and Genji with gn!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff, a little suggestive but not too much.

Notes: The ask probably meant NSFW but wanted to write something light while i work on an anon request for Cole Cassidy. Prefer girls? check here

Lucio:

I always think of his valentines day voiceline bless him, he'd be quite nervous to ask you out. If you don't do it for him, he'll most likely want to be traditional and get you flowers before stuttering out an invitation.

Once you've actually said yes, he'll relax a little bit.

Most likely your first date is going to be music related. He won't take you to his own concert, but if there's a concert playing music he knows you'll like he'll take you there.

Alternatively, might take you dancing to show off a little. When he's around music, he feels much more confident so he'll be able to be himself and even be a little flirty.

You might have to put up with people coming up to him for his autograph though. But it'll give him a rush when everyone realises he's on a date with you.

After dancing the night away, he'll probably take you to try some street food. He'll insist on paying, he's a celebrity after all! But he ends up not needing to when the vendors recognise him as the hero who stood up to Vishkar and insist on giving you both what you want free of charge.

Given that the weather is nice, he'll do his best to be respectful and not look at your body too much. However if you're wearing shorts...lord have mercy, they're his weakness.

When you guys part ways, he might cheekily ask for a goodnight kiss but he's happy with anything. Considering how much fun you both had, he's confident you two will go out again sometime.

Feeling the beat of the music, Lucio moves like it's second nature to him. You both laughing and joking as he starts to dance with you, his hands respectful in their placement before he spins you around, making you both laugh again.

"Not bad babe, maybe you should be a backing dancer at my shows." he teases playfully, trying not to let his eyes look down at how your legs look in your shorts. Although with the way you start to move, he isn't sure he can resist the temptation.

Cole Cassidy:

Will ask you out pretty smoothly in conversation, hardly giving you time to process that you've been asked on a date before the cowboy starts to think about his ideas.

Invites you on a hiking trail, giving you both plenty of time to talk and get to know each-other.

He'll do the stereotypical action of taking his hat off when he sees you and gives you a small bow, flustering you a little.

As you walk, he won't initiate physical contact for a while, waiting until you guys cross some sort of stream or rough terrain; he use the opportunity to hold out his hand to help you over, before interlocking his fingers with yours.

Quite easy to talk to, and flirtatious comments seem to roll off his tongue without him meaning to. He'll compliment your outfit and hairstyle, before making comments about how the sun reflects so lovely off your eyes.

Prefers asking you questions and listening to you, he's working on being more emotionally vulnerable and open especially about his past, but it's still difficult for him.

Afterwards, you both will have worked up an appetite, so he'll take you to a diner for a bite to eat. Sitting in a booth, he might teasingly play footsie with you under the table to watch you laugh.

He'll have to get coffee, since he hasn't had his cigar for hours. He didn't want to smoke while on the date, a little concerned you'll find it rude. But towards the end he'll get a little twitchy.

Will offer to pay, southern values and all that.

Will also offer to walk you home, and will definitely come in if you invite him.

Approaching a stream, the running water providing a soothing ambiance as Cole steps forward. He hops over the stream before holding out his hand for you, causing you to giggle.

"What? A cowboy can't be a gentleman?" he teases, as you take his hand and he helps you across, "There you go pumpkin."

Smoothly, he interlocks your fingers, holding your hand tight and gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as you both resume the walk. Looking to his left, he makes some remark about the surroundings to distract himself from the warm feeling in his chest as he feels the heat of your palm against his.

Mauga:

This man is CONFIDENT, he asks you out with his cocky grin almost like he knows you'll say yes.

Wants a relaxing date, so will ask you for drinks at one of his favourite bars.

Once you meet him there, he's nothing if not charming. He lays the compliments on pretty thick, with a cheeky smile that gets wider the more you feel flustered.

He's also hilarious, finding it so rewarding to make you laugh and giggle at his jokes. Isn't afraid to play the part of the fool if it means you'll be entertained.

Is hyper aware of his large size, and while he loves feeling bigger and stronger in the bedroom, in this context don't be surprised if he hunches himself over a bit to make you feel more at ease.

Also don't be surprised if he grips his glass too tight to make it smash, pretending to be hurt worse so you'll dote on him, he likes the attention more than he should.

He has to really restrain himself from getting too handsy with you, he doesn't want to scare you off. But he'll brush his hand against your hair or arm as he speaks.

Most likely will just get up and leave without paying lmao.

And will most certainly invite you to go home with him.

"And someone as pretty as you with a guy like me? People will think i'm payin' ya." he says with a laugh, causing your cheeks to burn as you giggle alongside him. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes won't leave yours. "Someone as small as you as well, though it ain't hard for someone to be smaller than me."

You can't help but agree with his statement as he hunches over the bar with you, his thigh brushing against yours. He notices, and subtly presses his thigh more into yours, almost manspreading on the bar-stool.

Lifeweaver:

oh my god, the ROMANCE.

Listen I've said before he's the type of nerd to read romance novels and take notes, best believe he's planning the most romantic date he can, especially if he's caught feelings for you.

He'll show up, dressed to the nines with a bouquet of red roses with gold string attaching a little love note and hand them to you. He'll kiss your hand and open the car door for you and drive you to a lovely restaurant.

Most likely booked ahead to score the best table, and told the waiters to make it as romantic as they could.

But despite everything, he's secretly nervous. He planned it all so meticulously in his head, what if it goes wrong?

Not that you'd know his internal panicked monologue with how he treats you, he'd be so complimentary without overdoing it. Charming you with speech about your clothes, hair, everything. Will also start to drop in petnames like 'darling' and 'petal' to see how you react.

Is a little scared to hold your hand cause his hand is a little sweaty from the nerves, so he'll gently trace your fingers with his metal hand instead.

He's paying for the meal, you''ll have probably have guessed that already.

Will take you home and kiss your cheek, but will most likely leave it there. He doesn't want you to think he only wants you physically, so he'll be as respectful as possible.

"Well i assure you, you're the most radiant person in here." Niran says with a soft smile, his eyes tracing up and down your body and face as you sit down. His hair half up, he places his metal hand on the table, gently nudging your hand as if to ask permission.

"But please, order anything you'd like. My treat." he says, almost stuttering when you hold his hand, the cool metal refreshing against your touch. When you thank him and look down at the menu, he releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding. It's going well so far, he thinks, even if he's blown away by how you look all dressed up.

Genji:

bless him, he's also kinda nervous. He used to be a playboy, he never once used to be bothered with asking people out. But after his accident, now that his body is mostly metal, a lot of his confidence has been knocked.

But he'll try to hide it as he suggests an aquarium date. He finds the colours and the marine life quite therapeutic and calming, and hopes you'll feel that way too.

Prefers to stay away from the crowds, standing by the less popular exhibits to talk to you.

Will love to ask about your job, especially if it's more 'mundane' than his. He'll want almost a taste of the normality, something he's never really had in his life.

Will offer to take your picture against the backdrop of the fish tanks, his chest feeling fuzzy as he sees how gorgeous you look.

As you two explore, he'll gently go to hold your hand. When you reciprocate, he won't let go, clinging to your hand like a lifeline.

When you go into the gift shop, he'll surprise you by buying a soft plush toy of a fish or shark behind your back.

Most likely will ask if you want to go back to his, not realising how it sounds until after he's said it, to which he'll quickly reassure you he doesn't expect anything to happen.

"Oh look at those." you say excitedly, tugging him over to the jellyfish exhibit. He of course follows wherever you lead him, his hand firmly gripping yours.

"Here, let me take a picture." he offers, taking your phone and stepping back to get a good angle. You pose, and he swears he stops breathing when he sees your through the phone camera. He has to look at you above the device, mesmerised by how the blue hues reflect on your face.

"Genji? Have you taken the picture?"

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sickwhispers · 9 months ago

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glisten x reader but reader is a menace towards society plslslsl I BEG (also love ur fanfics!! i love ur writing)

TYSM I LOVE YOU

FOR THE BIT

Pairing: Glisten x (Chaotic) reader

Relationship: romantic

Warning:

Type: headcanons + drabble

The first introduction you two had with each other was a ball being thrown in his face after you accidentally missed your shot

What were you trying to hit?

An array of cans you had stolen from one of the shelves in the kitchen

You wanted to practice aiming and glisten just so happen to walk through the living room at the wrong time

Luckily, though, you were horrible at throwing and the impact was weak

Even after you both started dating, not once has he ever let that singular memory between the two of you fade

Especially during arguments

Although, by now he's gotten used to the chaos you brought

Part of him likes to think it adds extra spice to your lives

The other part wishes you'd stop tackling him in a hug everytime you saw him

Or, at least, that's what he wants to think

It's always nice having your attention, even when you can be a bit... dangerous with it

No matter how hard he tried, the second your arms are wrapped around him in a hug, your body weighing him down on the floor and he struggled to process just how fast you had jumped onto him, he could never hold back a smile

He's seen the destruction you've caused for the other toons

Hell, you should be lucky he loves you so much

He's lied for you

To keep you out of trouble, of course

One prank gone too far and he's found himself trying to distract the poor victim with positive outlooks and please don't go interrogating y/n they didn't do it don't go talk to them they're innocent and-

Safe to say he isn't the best liar when he gets nervous

It's also hard to convince others you're not the culprit when it's well known just how much trouble you cause

"Glisten."

"Hm? Yes? What do you want?"

"Where are they."

Glisten's eyes trail down to the case folder held loosely in Rodgers hand, ichor dripping down from the bottom edge and creating a black puddle beneath it. Rodger really wasn't in the mood to guess, and his first instict was to ask the person who hung around you the most.

"Uhm-" immediately, glistens flashed over to the couch on the other side of the living room. "Ah... haha... well, that's not so important, is it? I'm sure this is all a huge misunderstanding. Y/n wouldn't do such a thing."

"I didn't say y/n's name, did i?" If glisten wasn't as perfect as he was, he would've caused a distraction and ran away. But, his top priority was making sure you didn't get your free roam privileges taken away again as punishment. How would you visit him if you were too busy locked away in your room?

You had a nasty habit of causing trouble, fleeing the scene, and hiding

Which, often times, left glisten alone to defend your honor

He knew known of your actions were malicious

That was obvious from the look of guilt that spread across your face the second you realized you mightve taken a joke too far

But most of the time, no one was safe from your acts of chaos

Glisten only hopes you'll be extra forgiving when it comes to him

#I'm tweakin out so bad rn #writing to distract myself from a depressive episode #dandys world #dandy's world #dandy's world x reader #dandys world x reader #x reader #glisten dandys world #dandys world glisten #dw glisten #glisten x reader

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axylotls · 4 months ago

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⌕ s͟e͟a͟r͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g axyl's pg . .

zᶻ ( MAIN DRS ) ⨟ ♡

my main drs refer to the drs i'm most focused on scripting and the ones i'll mostly be posting about (this will be updated over time as i get hyperfixated on drs!!) — if you're curious about which dr i'm planning on shifting to first, that would be my 'rocky beach house' waiting room which you'll find listed below

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ marvel / mcu [ feat. idols ] ⠷

i have multiple mcu/marvel related drs, but this is one of my main ones—and the only one that i will be sharing (as of right now.) i have taken out soooo much from the original source material 'cause i'm not looking to get traumatized lol! still figuring some things out, but will update as i have them all settled in my brain & notes app ^O^

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ zerobaseone [ gyubrik vers ] ⠷

yes i have a major crush on both ricky and gyuvin... err there really isn't much to say about this dr 'cause basically the only particularly interesting thing about it is that i date shimkongz but you know what that's enough for me and that's all that matters. (watch me go back and edit this specific part of this post multiple times 'cause it changes depending on which member(s) i'm hyperfixated on lmao)

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ crush! [ own bg ] ⠷

my staple group, my family, my home, my everything. i love these boys with all my heart!! this dr came from the idea of being a nugu group that ends up dominating the industry. i also wanted this dr to be mostly unscripted as i'm normal a scripting fanatic lolz - definitely one of my faves ever!

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ zerobaseone [ poly vers ] ⠷

no yujin is not included in the poly because he is my brother!!!! (scripted him into boynextdoor) anyway, one of my faves ever because i'm always debating which zb1 dr to focus on (i have 20+..) and i realize how much easier it is to pick if i'm just dating all of the members<33 i love my familybaseone

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ male soloist ⠷

three male drs in a row... i am Man. again i adore this dr because i have nothing else to say i just love it okay!!!!! in this dr i was a contestant on boys planet and ended up in 10th so ultimately not making the lineup.... but it's okay because through the show i get to meet my boyfie gunwook<33

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ zerobaseone [ gunwook vers. ] ⠷

nobody loves gunwook more than me!!! (i'm looking at you seok matthew) this dr is free from any angst at all despite me being a bit of an oblivious dummy but that's nothing.. also pre-debut i was a prodigy so my iq is like 189 'cause i'm just that cool and awesome except im an actual dumbass when it comes to love 'cause tell me why i don't know gunwook is crushing on me despite confessing to my face multiple times throughout idol planet??

zᶻ ( FAVE DRS ) ⨟ ♡

listed below are some of my favourite and most special drs, but they don't quite make the cut for being my main dr as i'm focusing on other things at the moment. they're still very dear to me and definitely in my list of priorities of places i want to shift to first, though!!!

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ boynextdoor ⠷

one of my favourite male drs >_< there isn't much to say about this dr other than i love it very much. the angst from my relationship with jaehyun reflects my cr a lot so sometimes it's a bit bittersweet talking about this dr, but i love it so much either way and i cannot wait to live out my life here

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ girlnextdoor [ own gg ] ⠷

boynextdoor's sister group except not sister cause most of the members are dating each other... one of my many own girl group drs however it is by far my favourite not only because of our adorable concept, but also the overall vibes of the dr are superb compared to any other ^O^

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ solis [ loona brother grp ] ⠷

i got inspired by a shiftoker who introduced his loona brother group dr! i've always adored the girls (and i do have a few loona drs!!!) but a brother group is just what i needed :] i scripted the members to be the zb1 members + myself (duh), and dessa (bestie!!!!!!) & someone else that i haven't figured out 'cause i had to script out the other person i originally had 'cause we aren't friends anymore!!!!!! the lore goes CRAZY by the way...

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ enhypen [ multiple vers. ] ⠷

if you know me, you know i love enhypen!!! i currently have five different enha drs which includes my main eighth member dr, my 7th member dr where i scripted out jay cause i date someone else (that man can't exist if he's not dating me!!!), another 7th member dr but i'm a Man, my femhypen aka genderbent enhypen dr, as well as my 12th member dr where it's actually a co-ed group

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ aespa [ multiple vers. ] ⠷

aespa is one of my ult ggs that i love so much :] i have a fifth member dr where i date karina and a fourth member dr where i replace karina lol yes i'm crazy psycho and can't see my s/os date other people so i script them out altogether!!!

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ zerobaseone [ multiple vers. ] ⠷

as i've mentioned before i have MANY zb1 drs im talking 20+ and i can't even give you an exact number because i add and remove zb1 drs basically on the daily these days... the ones that are staying for sure (which are separated by who i'm dating—and not including the two that are my main drs) are: jiwoong dr, hao dr, hanbin dr, matthew dr, taerae dr, ricky dr, gyuvin dr, gunwook dr, ot8 (w/o yujin) poly dr, mattparkz dr, shimkongz dr, myung jaehyun dr, woonhak dr, and karina dr

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ stray kids [ multiple vers. ] ⠷

stray kids was my ult group for the longest time and although i don't stan them as hard as i used to, they'll always be some of my favourite people which is why i adore my two skz drs with all my heart! my main (and first ever non-own grp kpop dr) skz dr is my minho dr and my most recent one is my minsung dr :] no i don't ship them irl but yes i date both of them!!!! we exist!!! also btw i'm a guy in both of these drs ^O^

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ atlantis [ own bg ] ⠷

this was my first male dr that i made back when i thought i was cis... dark times! however its one of my faves and has a very detailed survival show (that definitely needs to be updated) that i will for sure talk about at some point in time lol i love my members in this dr so much

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ eclipse [ own gg ] ⠷

this was my first ever k-pop dr which i made before even knowing k-pop drs were actually very common in the shifting community (i learned shifting on instagram and i wasn't really a part of the community until i joined tiktok about six months after learning about it) anyway i love my eclipse girlies and one of the main reasons i made this dr was to have a co-ed kingdom/queendom show where the winners would be named the kings and queens of kpop (obviously eclipse wins!!)

zᶻ ( OTHER DRS ) ⨟ ♡

below are all my other drs!! note that i have so many drs and many of them have multiple versions (for example i have "canon" drs and some that feature idols instead of the original characters; other drs i just have multiple to experience different lives or have different s/os lol) so this technically isn't every single one of my drs, but every single universe that i will shift to. they say to dream big and i do!!!!

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ k-pop [ & fame drs ] ⠷

day6. (g)i-dle. itzy. ive. le sserafim. loona. newjeans. p1harmony. the rose. triples. txt. xdinary heroes. 3racha. multiple own grp + soloist drs. actor/actress. author. backup dancer. bake-off reality show. band. basketball player. boysworld. chicken shop date. director. katseye. little mix. mcyt. nepo baby. one direction. rapper. reality show. sugar baby. tennis player. vlogger.

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ mlb + marvel [ & hogwarts drs ] ⠷

agatha all along. black widow. general mcu. marvel w/ idols. mlb hero. mlb villain. mlb academy. mlb w/ idols. mlb x marvel. beauxbatons. canadian wizarding school. golden trio. hogwarts w/ idols. marauders. marauders w/idols. modern golden trio.

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ tv show [ & movie drs ] ⠷

alice in borderland. alice in wonderland. a.n.t. farm. arcane. austin & ally. baby. the babysitters club. batfam. bella & the bulldogs. best friends whenever. big hero six. bikini bottom. boynextdoor next door. business proposal. camp half blood. criminal minds. descendants. the devil wears prada. diamond castle. enhypen next door. ever after high. everything sucks. fairy secret. fashion fairytale. the fosters. gilmore girls. good luck charlie. the good place. gravity falls. hannah montana. her private life. hometown cha cha cha. how to train your dragon. the hunger games. inside out. island princess. jessie. jumanji. k-12 (i don't support melanie!!). kc undercover. lab rats. lemonade mouth. little women. maleficent. mean girls. my demon. namib. narnia. neverland. one day at a time. outerbanks. part time idol. pitch perfect. pokémon. power rangers. princess & the popstar. princess charm school. princess diaries. princess switch. sam & cat. the school for good and evil. shake it up. shameless. shrek. sky high. spiderverse. spirited. squid game. starstruck. start up. study group. the suite life series. the summer i turned pretty. summer strike. teen beach movie. the thundermans. to all the boys i've loved before. tomorrowland. totally spies. twinkling watermelon. victorious. weak hero. wednesday. wicked. wizards of waverly place. wreck it ralph. yellowjackets. zb1 next door.

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ book [ & fanfic drs ] ⠷

chanwitch. dark moon. dollhouse. folk of the air series. geronimo stilton. heartless. hideout. i hope this doesn't find you. if you could see the sun. kitten. the lunar chronicles series. paragon academy of aces. renegades series. say please. shatter me series. the tale of geoji & jinsil. this time it's real. you don't have a shot.

୨ৎ ˚ ﹒⠀ miscellaneous [ other drs ] ⠷

ancient royalty. better cr. boarding school. children of the planets. christmas wonderland. college life. concert experience. cottage witch. cupid. double life. dragon rider academy. eternal childhood. eternal summer. fantasy. five nights at freddy's. futuristic academy. ghost hunter. idol school. intergalactic royalty. jeu imaginaire. medieval royalty. minecraft. modern royalty. pirate life. post apocalyptic. porn star. small town. spy academy. street racer. supernatural school. supernatural idol school. teacher. waiting room. women-only paradise.

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lime-sketches114 · 1 year ago

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Hello I would like to request something. How eould Sephiroth act when he has a crush on someone? Idc if it's post-Nibelheim or while he's still a Soldier. I leave that up to you. Thank you so much if you do this and have a wonderful day :3

Great question Le Anonymous! This is similar to what I thought for my Ravenroth ship (maybe?) BUT this topic is cute nonetheless. I might just do both ideas! Hope you like these headcanons!

SEPHIROTH CRUSH HEADCANONS

PRE-NIBELHEIM

Sephiroth as a SOLDIER he never really had romantic feelings, even as a teenager. Once he became more of an adult that's when his tables turned.

He would get flustered when Genesis or Angeal made a joke about the person Sephiroth liked. But he hid it well but you could see pink dust on his cheeks. He'd get confused about butterflies in his stomach and why they were there.

As he explores his feelings more, he tries to be braver around his special someone. When he eventually asked them on a date on his free time he was happy. He shined that shy smile of his. He took them to a fancy restaurant and bought them flowers or a little gift for a start. He's a good listener and would mostly let his date take charge of small talk if they were brave, if not he would.

He might take them on a walk or shopping on the next few dates. He has a lot of money to burn! As the relationship progressed he'd eventually confess his attraction. He's still new to all this lovey dovey crap so it'll be a slow start but with the help of his partner he would be just fine and even start to be very romantic on occasion.

Genesis and Angeal would absolutely still tease him about his romantic efforts and Genesis would try and coach him to the behest of Sephiroth's will. Angeal would just tell Sephiroth to be himself and be more gentleman-like and uphold honor in his word. He loves his friends' efforts but he's already had Genesis talk his ear off about Loveless references...Angeal is more tolerable.

Yes Zack would absolutely have his jaw hit the dang floor about hearing about ALL of this and how Sephiroth has a partner. Zack just can't help not hiding his puppy-like wonder.

Sephiroth talks about his mother a lot with their partner. If his partner was willing to research more about if his mother was truly dead or not AND found the truth then you bet your bottom gil he would try and find his real mother and bring justice to Hojo.

POST-NIBELHEIM

Good lawd where to start....

Ok! With Sephiroth off his rocker bc of everything that's happened. Things would be different and difficult to comprehend.

If Sephiroth still had his partner before he went bonkers he would ABSOLUTELY try and keep them with him at all costs. He still loves them but it's slowly creeping into bad territory. If he did not have a partner beforehand he would kinda stalk them like he does Cloud. Leave flowers and candy and whatever else on their doorstep. Then it turns into jewelry or expensive items. Then himself out of the blue.

It creeps the partner out but the love is still there. His good looks and charm works wonders. They try and figure out what went wrong with him. Maybe they try and reverse what happened if they're more than just a normal person. Magic can only go so far.

If their efforts are fruitful then he slowly reverses back to his old self just a bit but can't quite shake off Jenova unless someone destroys her. He also finds out about his real mother. He would search for her with them.

If it was in vain then he would be angered fairly easily. Trying to turn them into more like him or be more loyal or obey him. Regardless if he still had love in his heart.

Sometimes at night, you can hear cries...but from who is up to the mind's desire...

#fanfic #ff7 crisis core #ff7 x reader #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #ff7 sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #thanks for the ask!#thanks anon!#final fantsy vii #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #headcanon #final fantasy 7 headcanon #sephiroth headcanons

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