#thank you for the ask and these two are another favourite couple of mine
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Are You Mine?
─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.3)
Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Assistant!Reader
─ · · SUMMARY: No matter how hard you try, your body, your mind, heart, and it seems that every other person you meet all agree on one thing, you and Jayce.
─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, light angst, fluff, touch as a love language, jealous! and protective!Jayce (no seriously), HIGHLY suggestive themes, kissing, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce.
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─ · · A/N: I'm just obsessed with these two... and I hope you guys are as well ;)
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─ · · Pulling your white lab coat over your dress and zipping up your boots, you locked your door and made your way to the laboratory- excited to take your mind away from silk and ties to formulas and equations.
─ · · You smiled softly, greeting everyone in the halls as they each waved and said their "good afternoons!" You were always shocked by the kindness of everyone and their ability to recognize you even when you did everything in your power to stay tucked away where you were comfortable (yet Jayce always had a secret power of teasing you out and into the public's eye)
─ · · But just as you were to step into the elevator and swipe your card, a dozen voices called out to you, an older student guide running after them, their parents staggering behind as your shoulders tensed before you turned around. "Miss (name)! Miss (name)!," they all begged and cheered once seeing your face. You smiled softly, "Good afternoon everyone" you greeted as they all came running, wide eyes and smiles.
It was a new potential batch of scholars that were visiting the school for the afternoon, you shook your head forgetting what day it was today as you shook each of their hands, their guide, a younger peer of yours in the biology wing winced, apologizing. "Miss (name) is a very important and highly influential public figure that you all appear to know... and they are also on a strict schedule-"
"Can we just ask a few questions?" "yes, can we please?" the students beg and you see some of the parents begging as well as the guide who looks over to you with equal pleading eyes. You sigh, "Only a couple, I have a meeting with the Councillor soon," you explain as they ooh and ahh. You tuck your books close to your chest, trying to hide the shaking in your hands.
"Whats it like working with Councillor Talis?" you giggle at the question, shaking your head, letting your hair cover your face. "I have worked with the Councillor for nearly a decade now and I can say that he is a brilliant man that puts the care of others before himself, and I am here to make sure someone is there to ensure he can work in prime condition." The student thanks you, taking a step back as a another steps forwards.
"I really love your dress, where did you get it?" you look up with a small smile watching as the student hangs on to your every word, "A friend made it or well got it made for me on my work-anniversary," you explain.
"Whats your favourite part of your job?" You hmm, thinking or your answer as you shuffle the books in your arm. "I really enjoy being able to listen to Councillor Talis's and Mr. Viktor's ideas and plans as they work them out piece by piece- getting a touch of their genius is nothing short of pure magic." They take a step back as you look at your watch, one more question...
"Mrs. Talis, I must say that-" you can hear a few of the students gasp and giggle as you go bright red and stare at your shoes before clearing your throat, "I'm afraid I'm not his mother, that is a special role for Miss. Ximena, Leader of House of Talis," you explain as the parent apologizes, going to pick up your hand yet you take a step away, picking up your head, "I'm afraid I must take my leave, please, enjoy the rest of your tour." You swiftly stand back inside the elevator, watching as the doors close in front of your face yet catching parts of the leftover conversation.
"I mean I thought that they were together?"
"Dad you're so embarrassing! Ugh, just because a pretty and smart lady is beside a man does not mean that they're together!"
"Well, son, every time I see that man looking at that woman like she hung all the stars in his sky..." This has to stop, you told yourself.
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─ · · You were surprised to see just Viktor in the laboratory today, but you were overwhelmingly thankful for it as you took your safety equipment from off the rack and walked over to stand behind Viktor who was currently holding a piece of chalk to his chin in contemplation
"I'm not one to miss others, but a morning without your coffee was nothing short of a funeral," you snorted, "Aww, I didn't know you would miss me so much Viktor. I promise to stay with you every moment of the day," you tease to hear a scoff.
"Please don't. I don't need another earful from Jayce," your eyebrows shoot up as you pour and mix Viktor's coffee before handing it to him and pick up a piece of chalk, silently fixing a missing digit as he curses underneath his breath. "Jayce already came in?" you question, taking a look at your watch again.
"Yes, just left with Mel," you hum, tapping your foot as you look over the final answer before moving up the latter and fix another portion. "Thats it?" Viktor comments, taking a sip of his coffee, doing his best to hide his pleased reaction as you look over your shoulder before sliding with the latter over to the other side. "Whats it?" you retort.
"I mean, you and Jayce are the same entity... I was surprised to... not have you this morning," Viktor explains, sitting down to rest his leg, watching as you work and fix his diagram. "No, that was correct," he comments- "Its a .5" you say back before sharing rolled-eyes.
"If you want to say you missed me, Viktor in your own little ways, it's okay, I already understood the first message and I have missed you too," you don't turn around while speaking, drawing the hexcore from memory at this point.
"That was not my, 'message,'" Viktor says in a monotone voice, "I was saying that Mels presence... is to be a one time occurrence, yes?" You laugh, stepping down before rolling your chair over to sit beside Viktor, opening up one of your journals with last weeks trial information. "I didn't know you to be so outspokenly political, Viktor," you tease- not quite touching again on what Viktor was trying to say.
His brow furrows, sharp lines coating over his features in annoyance. "And here I thought you to be smart-" you lightly slap his arm, "Viktor!"
"What I'm trying to say is that I much prefer having you and Jayce." You let the words linger in the room and swim in your head before speaking up, "Well, you would be of the few wanting that, not even myself," you stand, passing the papers over before heading back towards the doors. "I will be back to write down the final findings of today, do remember to eat the lunch I placed in the fridge," Viktor nods waiting for the door to be closed before sighing, Jayce, Jayce, Jayce.
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─ · · You knock before entering Jayce's office, confused as to why you do not see him there. You take a minute, sitting in front of his desk, waiting and watching as the minutes tick over... Now that you think about it, you didn't see him since leaving him in the hallway that night...
─ · · You check the library, check the lab again to see Viktor stumble awake and act like he was working the whole time, you roll your eyes, yelling at him to eat before closing the door again. You even walk towards the councillor room, nobody bats an eyelash watching you go around into these spaces as you scurry your way out of another empty room.
─ · · The day was almost nearing finished now and you needed to go over what Jayce would be doing and showing for his years Progress Day. And with little locations left, you took off towards the House of Talis in search of the Man of Progress
─ · · The guard smiled at you, a white glove welcoming you inside as you cleaned off the bottom of your boots and walked down the hall. You smile remebering the first time you came into this home when you first started working for Jayce. How it was just his mother to fill the space, you were thankful that Jayce had hired people to help her around the home- provide her company as you and Jayce had become more and more busy.
─ · · "Councillor Talis?" you called out, listening to how your words echoed in the empty space before being received by not the Talis you were looking for but Ximena.
"Hello dear," she greets you, arms wrapping you up into a hug as she pressing a kiss on to your cheek. You flush, mouth opening and closing before squeezing out a small "hello" back to her chuckle.
"As timid as the first time, I did hope that Jayce would get you to come out of your shell more. Please, our home is your home, be comfortable, would you like some tea or coffee maybe?" Mrs. Talis asks, still holding your hand as she leads you into a sitting room. Tall windows invite the setting sun to flood the space in warmth.
Now that you are sitting, you can truly take in the whole feeling of the plush furnishings and various pictures of a younger Jayce upon the walls. You smile at the woman before you, "A tea would be wonderful, can I help-"
"No! no- you do enough already, dear. Please, allow me," you feel immensely bad, a noble woman pouring your own tea? You could feel your own mother rolling in her grave- screaming at you. Picking at the small jewellery you wear you jump as a cup is being presented in front of your face.
"Now, tell me. How is my boy Jayce doing?" She asks with hopeful eyes looking into your own. You tilt your head, hand brushing behind your neck that causes the woman to smile even larger, "Umm, I was hoping that you would know where your son is actually. I have spent the day looking for him," you explain. Her smile drops and all you can feel is guilt.
"I'm sure he's okay! I mean I've watched him train-" you think back to him shirtless, panting, sweat dripping down his forehead as he looks at you, "a-and he can defend himself! he always has staff and the guard around to help and-" you start to rattle off answers before becoming shushed by the wave of a hand as you fold your hands in your lap. "I must tell that boy off, you poor thing, you shouldn't have to be running after him," she shakes her head, apologizing to you instead as she calls a staff member over, whispering something into their ear as they both stare at you and the staff leaves.
"I must say, dear. You looked stunning in that gown last night, I loved seeing all the pictures of you and Jayce together," you place on a tight smile nodding your head along to her words as you sweat, remembering how you ripped into her "dear Jayce" last night. Now that you think about it... you hope the collar to your shirt is high enough from last night, shit, so thats what people have been staring at... Somehow Ximena Talis catches your thoughts as she laughs, "It's alright dear," your cheeks warm, "I'm thankful that my son has chosen someone like you," she clarifies and you feel sick, "someone of clear morals, intelligent and kind. The true definition of beauty."
But before you can explain that you and her son were not in fact together, the doors open once more and a stoic Jayce Talis is accompanied by Mel. You and her share a nod and smile to one another, you feel Jayce's stare as you stand and bow your head slightly. "Good evening, Councillors," you greet.
"None of that now, (name)," Jayce shuns you, walking over and pressing a kiss to his mothers hand. He then moves to you, leaning down, your heart pounding in anticipation yet he stops, standing back upright and clearing his throat as Mel walks back to his side. "There was something that needed to be discussed?" Jayce asks, taking a seat as Mel sits on the arm of his chair, I remember doing that in his office- you close your eyes, no, not anymore. Professionals- remember, professionals...
"Yes, Councillor Ta-" Jayce glares- hard at you, daring you to continue your words. "Jayce," you correct yourself with squinted eyes as he nods, leaning away from Mel to focus on you entirely. You watch as his mother leans back, smiling behind her teacup. "I needed to talk with you about your Progress Day preparations and what Viktor and I found from todays tests."
Jayce stares at you for a moment, taking in the small exchange you and Mel shared earlier before he connects two and two together for what happened at the party. But just as he connects that answer, he is left with a dozen new ones. Why push me away now? Why shy away? Do you not understand how much you mean to me? Can't you see this is so much more than just "work"? Why don't you love me? Why... don't you... why? Is it me? Am I the problem? What do I need to do, to change, to get you to see me?
"Mel and I have Progress Day handled already, sweetheart, (name). Now what did you two find?" His smile appears forced, his hands fidgeting as his eyes tip down, watching at how you play with the rings on your fingers. Its like watching two computers talk to one another, Mel cringes, starting to feel out of place as she stands and sits down on another chair, watching you both with curious eyes.
─ · · Jayce looked pained his muscles flexing to keep him sitting in place. His eyes were wide, head nodding along to your every word- transfixed. It was like you had casted some sort of magical spell over the man- desperate to touch even an essence of you. Mel watched as you stuttered once seeing his stare on you, watched your adorable fidgeting and animated explanations, you truly came out of your shell taking about what you were confident in, she was beginning to understand Jayce's words when speaking about you.
"She can explain anything, can find just the right words or know want I need without even looking. Sometimes I swear she even knows I'm thinking about her and when our eyes meet, I feel sick in the best way. She is the perfect woman and I want to... meet whoever get's lucky enough to be with her..."
─ · · Mel, blinks, bringing herself back to the present. "I-I, or well, Viktor and I found that by positions the runes at .5 of a degree southwards inline with the sun results in more power coming from the vessel... we did a small test on one of your hammers, its force is nothing short of incredible,-" you lose yourself, taking a mile a minute as you open up your books and show, it starts to feel just like old times again as Jayce almost falls out of his chair to look more closely at your drawings, nodding along as he flips back and forth between designs.
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─ · · Ximena Talis's small smile is now a full born smirk as she tips her head over to Mel, "they really are perfect for one another, are they not?" she says. Mel does not reply right away, you both were just... working and yet Jayce was so animatic and attentive with you. Pulling your hand from picking at your skin, flipping the page for you as you rattled off statistics before he was not even speaking fluent English, only numbers that you jotted down with ease and precision; keeping up with his every thought.
That once stoic Jayce that she entered the room with was nowhere to be found as he looked just about ready to fall into your lap and have you pet his hair. "They work well together," Mel answers. Not looking at the raised chin she received. "Hm," Zimena scoffs, "I knew she was the one the first time I met her. Jayce refused to orbit anywhere without her in reach. At first I was scared to see my boy jump to confidence so quickly, to put himself out there, but when we sat and had dinner together. I could see why he was pushing himself so hard- it was for her. Always for her even if he chooses to say else wise." Mel looks at Jayce's mother as they both exchange a silent conversation... she never had a chance.
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─ · · You both are breathless, now sitting on the same couch after your discoveries. Jayce looks down at you, at your exposed neck before his heart hammers and burns in his chest like stakes through his heart. He keeps uncovering answers tonight and now he wants them to stop appearing.
You catch his look, moving your hair and not meeting his furrowed brows. You watch a fist form in his lap his hand grip the couch from behind your head. He leans in, uncaring, or well... too caring, as usual as you turn away, exposing the markings again. "I want you to listen to my speech this weekend before the event," Jayce says, a statement rather than a question. You think back on your already planned weekend plans yet all you can see his Jayce's honey eyes staring into your own, drinking you in and leaving you breathless, How could you refuse?
You nod, watching as he smirks before offering a hand, holding it, his thumb rolling over your knuckles in an effort to soothe himself more than you it seems and leads you out towards the door.
But before you can put on your coat and leave, he pulls your arm back, pressing your back against the wood door and your chests together. Your eyes go wide, a small gasp leaving your lips that his eyes flicker down to. He brings a hand up to circle your cheek before resting his forehead against your own, "A night without you, your words, your touch... helped me to remember how much I need you-"
"You have me, Jayce," you say albeit a little breathless and overwhelmed. You pray that Mel and his mother don't come after you both soon, or maybe you did, you didn't know what to think honestly while being enveloped in with warmth.
"No, I," he sighs, "I know that but," Jayce appears frustrated, brining a fist up beside your head before he steps back, gripping his hair. You extend you head, touching his shoulder gently feeling him take breaths. You stand up on your toes, pulling his chin down to look at you, "Jayce, hey, you can tell me anything you know that right? I'm your assistant, I am meant to help you with anything-"
"Help me?" Jayce asks softly, you nod, eyes welling with concern. You hadn't seen him this way not since Viktor had been getting more and more ill... "I need you to kiss me."
You blink, the words not quite reaching your ears as he places his head on your shoulder. "what?" you ask, looking back at the doors you exited form, still closed. "I need you to kiss me."
"Jayce!" you whisper shout, his hair tickling your neck as he grabs your hips, a part of you missing the feeling of his large hands on your body. "Are you alright?" you ask, starting to feel his head for any bumps and body for any bruises. He groans from your touch.
"No. I'm not since you don't understand," his grips tightens as you whimper, "you are mine. You are everything to me. I don't care what anyone else says or thinks, I only think- feel you. I cannot function without having you close, I need to hold you, to-to touch you to even have a chance speaking properly and you ground me more than anyone else could, more than I would allow anyone else to."
You shake in his arms, gripping his shoulders, his words shocking you to your core. "Jayce-I" he can already hear the hesitation in your voice. "Whats holding you, holding us back?" he asks, looking at you again, you know you cannot lie.
"I'm you assistant, Jayce-I-I-" Jayce lets you go and all you can feel is cold without his touch. You cross your arms, shivering in your coat.
"You're fired then, what else I need to do to make you want me, make you need me," Jayce says, you gasp, Jayce is completely serious, his strong arms crossing over his own chest as he stares you down, "and before you go saying you have a boyfriend, I know it was a one-night stand." You roll your eyes at him- wrong choice.
Jayce pulls you outside once hearing the room stir from behind you both. You feel as though it is that night in the hallway again as he walks through the streets, the cool night air kissing your skin as Jayce pulls you away and back to his apartment. "J-Jayce! You're not acting like yourself, please," you beg for what you don't know yet he does nothing to reply not until you both are inside then and suddenly, his mouth is on yours and you can't help but lose the feeling in your legs and fold into his touch.
Jayce grabs your neck, pressing his lips harder against your own as his tongue parts your lips, deepening the kiss. You pull at his jacket, forgetting yourself, forgetting the setting in this moment before pulling away- gasping for air before Jayce is pulling you back in for another, not giving you time to think. His lips paint over every mark and indent in your skin as if trying to make you forget.
Your breath gets cut off for a second as he licks at your collarbone, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, "Jayce," you moan out his name as he growls kissing you, swallowing your words. You grip at the material of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, you can feel him smile against your skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses up your neck and behind your ear in which he playfully bites.
Jayce's voice is deep, his words short as he whispers them only for you to hear, "I love you." You freeze taking in your first deep breath, your eyes fully open to look into his own, you can see just how scared he is in this moment yet so ready to lose it all just for the chance of being with you. Your heart hammers you can feel his own pounding against your clothes that feel way too hot in this moment.
"I love you too, Jayce," you say, he kisses your cheek. "Say it again," he commands, picking you up by the back of your things. You wrap them around his waist, squealing as your back hits a plush bed. You look up, watching as Jayce removes his shirt. Your lips parted, hair spread out like a Halo behind your head, your legs still parted to leave space for him as he leans down on his forearms, encaging your head.
"I-I love you," you say again, this time a bit more timid than he likes. He rolls his hips into your own as you cry, "Say it again."
"I love you!" you say with a bit more confidence, nails reaching up to feel the muscles of his back. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your nose, "I love you too."
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─ · · A/N: don't ask I don't know what came over me to write this last section LMAO. So... part 4 anyone, part 4 LOL jk jk... (unless?) 👀
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#fanfic#fanfiction#simp-ly#simp-ly-writes#x reader#arcane x reader#jayce x reader#jayce talis x reader#jealous#protective#fluff#light angst#love language#physical touch#arcane#How Could You Refuse?
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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘
pairing: daniel riccardo x fem!singer!reader
summary: after the miami grand prix where daniel meets of of his favourite country artists, he and you get along and something starts
warnings: swearing, established relationships, pda | facclaim is ella langley, i know the timeline of when her songs were released is messed up but just go with it
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f1 welcome to the paddock @yourusername 🎤
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user1 she eats up every fit
yourusername thank you for having me 🙏
user2 loved seeing her at the fan stage!!!
user3 didn’t daniel say he liked her music?
↳ user4 he did! and i bet he’s going to fangirl when he sees her
user5 she was so nice! and we had a chat when i asked for a picture ☺️
user6 wifey
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yourusername thank you so much to @f1 and @f1mia for having me! had such a good time 🤘
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user1 gorgeous girlie
f1 we loved having you!
user2 been wanting to see her for awhile, and seeing her on the fan stage was amazing 🤩
user3 loved it 🔥
user4 never thought these two would collide
user5 what songs did she perform?
↳ user6 she performed paint the town blue and nicotine !!!! it was incredible
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danielricciardo miami was great. not perfect. but still great. big points weekend for the team. not sure if he is alive today but very happy for @landonorris on his first win 🥇 also loved meeting @yourusername
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user1 HE MET HER GUYS
user2 do you think he got her autograph
↳ danielricciardo and a guitar pick!
yourusername incredible to meet you! congratulations on p4 🤘
user3 “not sure if he’s alive” daniel what happened????
user4 let’s go danny!!
user5 daniel is down bad for y/n 💀
user6 daniel is really us around y/n tbh
user7 i just know daniel was the one yapping to max this time
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f1gossip daniel ricciardo was seen with singer y/n y/l/n a couple days after the miami grand prix in los angeles. the two were spotted walking around together on the seventh of may before going to a small pub where y/n performed an unreleased song, i blame the bar.
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user1 daniel in a cowboy hat is something i will NEVER complain about 🙏
user2 i would say y/n bought that for him but if we’re being honest, that’s just something daniel would have
user3 a friend of mine was there and said that they were super close and cuddled up to another
user4 i love how she’ll just perform in random bars and pubs wherever she is!
user5 daniel really went for it
yourusername added to their story!
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yourusername my album you look like you love me is out on june 20th !!!!! thank you to everyone who helped write, produce, and see my dream for this album. thank you to riley green and tanner usrey, you guys have been wonderful to work with 🤍 thank you to my muses, seriously couldn’t have done it without you 😉 can’t wait for you guys to finally hear it 🤘
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user1 daniel is definitely one of her muses
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rileygreen hope y’all love it as much as we do
user3 one of these songs if not more have to be about danny
danielricciardo pre-saved already 🤘
user4 “you look like you love me” IT HAS TO BE ABOUT DANIEL
user5 let me prepare for the album, don’t contact me
tusreymusic amazing working with you y/n! 🔥
user6 no skip album
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f1gossip after several sightings of the two together, y/n y/l/n was seen entering the paddock at the canadian grand prix and heading into the RB garage
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user1 she looks incredible as always
user2 they’re just teasing us now 🙄🙄
user3 unreal
user4 slay the house down houston I’m deceased
user5 daniel is really digging into his country roots
user6 okay but they look amazing together
user7 OW OW 🔥🔥
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yourusername you look like you love me out now !!!! this one’s to you d 🫶
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user1 AHHH THEY’RE TOO CUTE
danielricciardo 🤠🫶
user2 listening to it rn
user3 my new favourite album
user4 they really love each other 🥺🥺
user5 HE’S USING HER EMOJIS
rileyduckman we should be proud of ourselves
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danielricciardo my country side
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user1 too cute
user2 y/n please make him dress up full country all the time
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yourusername all you need is some proper cowboy boots
user3 obsessed with you two
user4 he really said ‘save a horse, ride a cowgirl’
landonorris can i get a cowboy hat?
user5 y/n better come perform at more gp’s
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Heyy I was wondering if you could maybe write Rhea Ripley having a famous girlfriend?
Like they would talk about each other in interviews and such…
Love!! Hope you enjoy! Thanks for the request💛
The Public Eye- Rhea Ripley
Rheas leg bounces impatiently behind the conference table, the lights in the room feel altogether too bright and if she has to answer another dumb question from someone who doesn’t even watch the content they produce she might launch over the table at them.
“So Rhea,” she takes a deep breath and looks to where a man in a poorly fitted button down has a hand up, “how are you going to celebrate your win tonight?” She pretends to contemplate but she has a plan and is getting more and more antsy to get there.
“I have a date,” she boasts and the room erupts as people question her who it is and where shes going. She grins cheekily as she stands from the folding chair and makes her way behind the curtain. Her belt thrown over her shoulder she walks down the halls smugly, pausing for a moment as her phone buzzes in the waist band of her gear.
Babygirl: is it really a date if we’re just going to watch horror movies on the couch?
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She racks her weights and turns back to her phone, hearts and text filling the screen as her fans watch her live workout. Compliments about her tattoos, questions about the dogs and plain old thirst commentary. She smiles at the depravity of her fans and answers a couple questions.
“What did I do this weekend?” She repeats and hums, “I took my girl to set Saturday morning, cleaned the house and then picked her up, we both had the day off Sunday,”
Her chat starts scrolling faster as her viewers start discussing you. Talking about your last movie or how cute the two of you are together.
“She’s your favourite actor?” Rhea chuckles and quickly double checks around her as if she weren’t home alone, she leans in close to the camera to whisper, “mine too,”
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The flashes are blinding as you smile looking at them before turning to look at Rhea. Head to toe in a three piece black suit you regret picking out, she’s far too tempting in it. She’s got a firm arm around your waist but you suspect it’s more for her own comfort than yours. She had been on red carpets before but not nearly as many as you and being the lead in the film you were currently at the premiere for you hadn’t had half a second to breathe.
“You’re sure you want to come?” You ask her as you toss a couple dresses onto the bed next to her. It’s not that you don’t want her too, in-fact, you’d love nothing more than an opportunity to show her off but even you got overwhelmed by them sometimes. She reaches for your waist and pulls you between her legs as she stares up at you, your concerned expression makes her grin at you.
“Mhm,” she hums and you run a hand over her hair, “I wanna support my baby,” she tells you honestly and you lean down to kiss her. The emotion rushes over you in waves, feeling incredibly lucky to have the woman in front of you.
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“Congratulations on the success of your new film,” the interviewer says to you and you smile at her. “It really is a beautiful piece of work,”
“Thank you that’s so kind,” you adjust in your chair, gently pulling your skirt down a little further.
“Of course,” she smiles again and looks down to her notes, “you can tell you put a lot of emotion and really felt your character that must’ve been difficult,”
“It can be,” you confess, some days it was harder to break character and return from that dark place, “but I have a really great support system,” you explain and the interviewer listens attentively, a nice reprieve from the shallow ones.
“You have a partner right?” She questions and you feel your heart flutter, a feeling that had never really stopped despite being together months now.
“Rhea,” you fill in for her, “she’s incredible and she understands the whole fame side of things, I’m so lucky to call her mine,”
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“Got somewhere to be?” Damian’s question makes Rhea look away from the wall clock and he tries to stretch out his quads.
“No I just want to make sure I’m available, just in case,” she explains and Damian’s furrows his brows in confusion.
“Available for wh-“ the loud ringer of Rheas phone cuts him off and she sprints towards the corner of the practice ring. She accepts your FaceTime and she’s greeted by your teary eyes and your hand over your mouth.
“Hi love,” she greets, ready to tell Damian she needs to go until your hand falls and she sees the smile gracing your lips.
“Four nominations,” you mutter to her still in disbelief, you had hung up on your agent moments ago once she told you the news to call Rhea.
“Four,” Rhea repeats and you nod before she squats down and throws her hand over her mouth, you giggle realising she’s picking up on your habits. “FOUR OSCAR NOMINATIONS!”
You giggle at her and sigh happily, allowing some of the stress you’d been holding waiting for that call to leave you as you fall back on the couch. Rhea watches you in pure admiration, proud of you beyond explanation and relieved to see your skills be valued how they should. Some partners might see it as a threat, to date someone so famous but to her it only adds a layer of connection between you too.
Damian wanders away to chat with someone as he hears you and Rhea, the latter completely forgetting about his existence. He can’t complain, not when his best friend has clearly found the love of her life.
a/n: quick shout out to @possessedmagpie for the help brainstorming, go check out their book!
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Pumpkin carving chaos.
a cute one about the chaos that comes with pumpkin carving and three kids!
As always thank you to @scribblesofagoonerr for the help on this one! Also features everyone’s two favourites Buddy and monkey!
“I wan’ this pumpkin please!” You told Beth, pointing at the pumpkin that she had just placed on the table.
“That one?” Beth asked, getting a nod from you as you sat on the dining table chair. “You sure? You want me to put it in front of you?”
You nodded, “Yeah! My pumpkin, when is Buddy gon’ be here?”
“Soon munchkin,” Beth laughed, “Are you excited to do pumpkin carving?”
“Yeah! Mines gon’ be a silly face, not scary!” You declared proudly as Beth set up the table with newspaper and pumpkins at every seat.
Ever since doing pumpkin carving with Beth and Viv a couple of days ago, you had been begging them to let you do it with your little bestie Buddy. You’d been talking about it non-stop and eventually Beth gave in and arranged something with Leah.
Halloween wasn’t for a few days yet and Viv was currently in the hospital having another operation on her knee so Beth was using it as something to distract you with. You watched as Beth set up the table with newspaper, carving tools and pumpkins, you sat with Twix happily on your lap as you waited for your best friend to arrive.
Moments later, the familiar sound of the doorbell rang. You jumped down from the chair and ran towards the door with Myle and Beth following close behind, “Buddy’s here!”
“Wait a second Roo,” Beth called out as she walked behind you, “Wait for me to open the door please.”
“Hurry up, Mummy!” you urged, bouncing on your toes as you waited by the door with Twix tucked tightly under your arm.
Beth laughed, taking her time as she reached the door. “What happened to patience, little miss?”
You let out a huff. “I wanna see Buddy though!”
Beth chuckled at your impatience, “What about Auntie Le and Monkey?”
You scrunched up your nose, shrugging a bit. “Well, them as well,” you admitted with a grin, “but me and Buddy gon’ carve pumpkins like you promised! Hurry up, Mummy!”
“Alright, alright, I’m opening the door now!” Beth said, unable to hide her grin as she finally pulled it open.
“Roo!” Buddy’s voice rang out in delight as she launched herself forward, the two of you colliding in an enthusiastic hug.
“Buddy!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around her tightly.
“I’m here as well, remember?” Monkey murmured as she stepped inside. “Honestly, guess I've just been forgotten about now. That’s the harsh reality…”
Leah rolled her eyes, chuckling. “Oh, how will you cope?”
“She seems excited,” Beth said sarcastically, “What’s got you in a grump eh?”
“Malfoy here won’t let me hang out with Kyra alone,” Monkey huffed as Leah shut the door behind her. “Apparently we can’t be trusted alone!”
Leah sighed, shaking her head, “It’s for your own safety! Them two seem happy,” Leah said, nodding towards you and Buddy as you talked amongst yourselves about the pumpkins.
Beth nodded, chuckling. “She hasn’t stopped talking about Buddy coming round to carve pumpkins with her all morning,” she replied, her smile warm as she watched the two of you.
Leah shook her head, grinning. “Buddy has been the same, she’s been more of a chatterbox than usual.”
Beth raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Is that even possible?”
“Oh, okay, I see how it is!” Leah laughed, pretending to be offended. “That’s where Buddy’s got it from, huh? And here I thought it was just Keira telling her that.”
“Like mother, like daughter,” Beth teased as they made their way into the kitchen. “She definitely doesn’t get it from Jordy, that’s for sure.”
“Ha, good one, Beef!” Monkey piped up, appearing behind Leah and holding out her hand for a high-five with Beth, which Beth eagerly slapped. “Guess I should go and help the little rugrats with the drawing side of it?”
Beth smirked, crossing her arms. “Sure you don’t mind the gunk?”
“If they try to get me with the gunk like Buddy did last year, then I’m running…” Monkey said, “Well, okay, maybe not running, but you know—quick walk and all that.”
“Sure, we get you. I’m sure you’ll be fine, Menace,” Leah teased, giving Monkey an amused smile.
You and Buddy were already in your seats, pumpkins in front of you, eager to start.
“Mummy! Hurry up,” you huffed, swinging your legs back and forth. “We wan’ carve them!”
“Yeah! Hurry up,” Buddy echoed like a little parrot, “We need to carve scary faces to scare people!”
Beth chuckled, “Alright, since when did you two become such little monsters huh?”
Monkey took her spot next to you, grabbing a marker and handing one to Buddy. “Alright, rugrats, before you can carve, you gotta draw the face you want. What’s it gonna be?”
You gave Monkey a determined nod. “I’m making a silly face. Not scary. But maybe a little spooky, like… spooky-funny!”
Buddy scrunched up her nose, clearly deep in thought. “Mine’s gon’ be super scary! Have big smile cos’ then it’ll be friendly too. Like a monster that makes people laugh!”
Beth shook her head, trying to hold back her laughter as she pulled up a chair to help. “So, we’ve got spooky-funny and scary-friendly. I think these pumpkins are in good hands.”
Leah sat down next to Beth, grabbing a carving tool and showing Buddy how to use it safely. “Alright, little monster, remember, we’re just drawing faces right now, no cutting yet. Once you’re happy, then we’ll help with the carving.”
Buddy nodded, her eyes wide as she carefully started drawing. You, meanwhile, had already sketched out two big eyes and a wobbly, goofy smile on your pumpkin, giggling at your own masterpiece.
Monkey leaned over to check it out, chuckling. “Looks like a little pumpkin with attitude! Alright, Miss Spooky-Funny, I’ll help with the mouth. You want teeth?”
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Pointy ones, but not too pointy. I don’t want it to be scary-scary.”
As the drawing finished, Leah helped Buddy with her pumpkin design while Beth handed you and Buddy some tools for carving.
Beth took a deep breath as she held a small knife over the top of your pumpkin. “Alright, here we go,” she said, carefully cutting a circle around the stem. Once the lid was free, she lifted it with a triumphant smile. “Pumpkin top off—ta-da!”
Buddy peered into her pumpkin that Leah had just cut, practically bouncing in her seat. “Look at da’ guts!” she squealed, reaching in without hesitation to grab a handful of the sticky, stringy mess.
You, on the other hand, wrinkled your nose in disgust, leaning away from your pumpkin. “Eww! Mummy, it’s slimy and gross! It’s stinky!”
Monkey pulled a face of her own. “I’m with you, Roo. That stuff is just… rank.” She shivered dramatically. “Keep yer’ pumpkin guts away from me, Buddy!”
But Buddy was unfazed, squishing the pumpkin innards between her fingers. “It feel funny! Look, it all gooey!” She held up her handful of pumpkin guts, grinning from ear to ear.
Leah chuckled as she helped Buddy scoop out more of the insides. “Quite the little pumpkin enthusiast you are, aren’t ya bubba?”
Beth smiled, shaking her head. “She’s fearless, that’s for sure. Unlike these two wimps,” she teased, nodding toward you and Monkey, who were huddled away from the pumpkin mess with matching looks of horror.
You watched Buddy giggle as she played with the guts, looking both fascinated and appalled. “It stinks!”
Buddy just laughed, tossing some of the pumpkin seeds onto the newspaper in front of her. “It not bad! You try, Roo?”
You shook your head firmly. “No thank you!”
Beth grinned, handing you a spoon. “Here, use this instead, alright? No slimy fingers then.”
Monkey watched her with a raised eyebrow. “You’re really going all in there, aren’t you, Buddy?”
Buddy beamed, holding up a little clump of guts. “Look! Pumpkin monster!”
She wiggled the gooey mess in front of you, pretending it was alive, and you squealed, laughing, “Ewww, Buddy, no!
Leah rolled her eyes playfully and set down Buddy’s pumpkin scooper. “Alright, alright, I think Roo’s had enough of the pumpkin monster. Let’s get back to making those silly and spooky faces, huh?”
You nodded with a big grin, now brandishing your spoon proudly as your tool of choice. Carefully, you started scraping out the inside of your pumpkin, occasionally glancing at Buddy, who was still digging in with her hands like a pro.
“Monks, look! Pumpkin guts,” Buddy smiled, holding up her messy hand that was covered in the pumpkin guts. “For ‘ou!”
Monkey shrieked, pulling away from Buddy, “No way, get that stuff away from me!”
You and Buddy giggled at Monkey’s reaction, both of you clearly entertained by her dramatics. Beth chuckled, shaking her head, “Alright, let’s keep the pumpkin guts to ourselves, yeah?”
Buddy pouted a little, wiping her hands on the newspaper, but quickly turned her attention back to her pumpkin. “Fine. ‘Ou missing out monks!”
Leah handed Buddy a napkin with a grin. “Okay, pumpkin monster, let’s make this masterpiece even scarier, yeah?”
Buddy nodded eagerly, going back to her drawing. “He’s gon’ have big teeth” she announced, adding exaggerated fangs to her pumpkin’s smile.
Meanwhile, you had finally scooped out enough to start carving. Beth sat beside you, guiding your hand carefully. “Alright, here’s the tool, but remember, just take it slow, yeah?”
You nodded, biting your lip in concentration as you began to carve the first eye. “It’s gonna look soooo funny,” you whispered.
Monkey leaned over, watching your progress. “I don’t know, Roo. He looks pretty scary to me!”
You giggled, adding a wobbly eyebrow above one eye, “He no scary! He’s friendly!”
Beth stifled a laugh beside you. “Definitely unique looking!” she said proudly.
As you carved your pumpkin’s second eye, you glanced over at Buddy’s pumpkin, which now had exaggerated fangs and wild eyebrows that looked both terrifying and a little goofy.
Buddy looked over at your pumpkin and gasped dramatically. “Roo! ‘Our pumpkin is silly!”
You grinned, “Silly but friendly, like me!”
Leah smirked, watching you both. “These pumpkins are a sight to behold. I think they’re the best girls I've ever seen, girls!”
Monkey leaned over and snickered, “Oh yeah, they’re definitely original that’s for sure,” she, being on the recieving end of a glare from Leah while she held her hands up, “Geesh, alright, I was jokin’. I’m sorry!”
Leah contninued to eye Monkey before she turned to lean towards Buddy, “So, what’re we callin’ this pumpkin then, bubba?”
Buddy looked deep in thought for a few seconds before cracking a smile, “I know! His’ name gon’ be Freddie! Cos’ he’s scary!”
You looked at your pumpkin thoughtfully. “Mine’s Steve. He’s funny, like me!”
Beth slowly nodded her head, “Unique names…but they suit them!”
“Oh yeah, like from the movie… Shit,” Monkey’s eyes widened in realisation before quickly clamping her mouth shut within seconds, her eyes darted towards Leah in her realisation of her slip up, “Uhm, yeah, forget I said out about whatever I just said then!”
“That’s a cute name… Wait, what?” Leah crossed her arms, giving Monkey a disapproving look. “Are you kidding me?”
“I swear, Le, it’s not as bad as it sounds, honestly,” Monkey murmured, scracthing the back of her neck awkwardly, wondering to herself how she planned to get out of this one.
“Explain. Now,” Leah continued to look a mixture of intrigued and annoyed at the current situation, “You hadn’t better be about to say what I think you’re about to say, Menace.”
“Well, uh… So, well me and Kyra wanted to watch a film and uh… Buddy may or may not have happened to walk in at the wrong time,” Monkey mumbled, hoping Leah hadn’t caught onto it right at that moment, “See? It’s really not that bad!”
Beth grinned, “Oh really? And what movie might that be, Menace?”
“It was just a Halloween one, you know, only a smidge bit scary but there was well, there was a lot of toys in it, and uh she loved it!” Monkey continued to fidget nervously, “Didn’t you, Buddy?”
“Uh huh, it was fun!” Buddy nodded in agreement, “Five nights at Freddies!”
Leah’s eyes widened at the title of the movie, “Are you kidding me, Monkey?! What the hell is wrong with you– You let a 3 year old watch a horror film with you. I honestly can’t even fathom the words right now… How could you let this happen!?” she ranted right there and then on the spot, and Monkey knew she was done for.
“I know, I messed up and I’m sorry, but she honestly did love it though!” Monkey tried to clarify and make it better than it seemed.
“That doesn’t make it okay!” Leah was seething with the younger girl, shaking her head, “We will be talking about this later, lets’ just finish these pumpkins for now.” She declared.
After a bit more carving and laughter, the pumpkins were finally finished. You and Buddy proudly held them up for everyone to see.
“Alright, who’s ready to take these outside and light them up?” Beth asked, clapping her hands.
You and Buddy’s faces lit up in excitement. “Me! Me!”
As Beth and Leah carefully lifted the pumpkins to carry them outside, “Mummy, I wanna carry Steve!” you said, reaching out with both arms.
“Me too! I wan’ carry Freddie!” Buddy added, crossing her arms and looking up at Leah with a pout.
Leah chuckled, bending down to meet Buddy’s eyes. “Fred’s a bit heavy, but you can help me, okay?”
Buddy’s shoulders slumped slightly, clearly wishing she could manage it on her own. “I big enough to carry him myself,”she muttered, looking a little disappointed.
Beth glanced at you, amused. “Same with you, little miss. Steve might not be as heavy as Freddie, but he’s still a bit much for you, yeah?”
You crossed your arms stubbornly. “I’m strong! I can carry him,” you protested, looking at Beth with your best “I’m serious” face.
Beth softened, giving you a warm smile. “I know you’re strong, Roo, but pumpkins like these need two strong people to carry them.”
You let out a tiny huff but nodded. “Why don’t you girls carry the lights, yeah? That’s the most important thing!” Leah suggested.
“Yeah!” You nodded, taking a packet of LED candles from Beth.
Outside, Beth and Leah set the pumpkins down, and you and Buddy immediately crouched in front of them, faces glowing with excitement as Beth switched on the LED candles inside.
“Look at him!” you said proudly, reaching out to pat Steve’s carved face.
Leah nodded, watching you both bask in pride. “I’d say Steve and Freddie are the best pumpkins ever!”
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Harry Styles- The Best Start To The New Year
Day 11
The sun peeked through the sheer curtains of the Styles home casting a warm glow across the elegantly furnished living room. It was New Year's Day and the remnants of last night's celebrations lingered in the air. An empty champagne bottle confetti scattered across the floor and dishes left in the sink to be washed. YN Styles a celebrated actress known for her captivating performance in the UK TV drama show, Peaky Blinders, sat curled up on the plush sofa, her three-year-old daughter Lilly nestled beside her, still in her pajamas adorned with cartoon unicorns.
YN gazed at Lilly, who was watching her current favourite TV show, Bluey. YN couldn't help but smile, her thoughts drifting to the whirlwind of emotions that had marked the past year.
Harry Styles, her husband and a pop sensation with an unmistakable charm, had been asleep upstairs, recovering from the festivities of the previous night. He had spent the evening performing at a charity gala which of course YN and Lilly watched from the comfort of their home “Daddys singing, it’s daddy’s song” Lilly exclaimed multiple times through the evening before both she and YN fell asleep on the sofa before Harry came home.
The last couple of weeks YN had felt off, little things making her stomach turn. It wasn’t until yesterday while Harry was rehearsing it clicked. YN was making Lilly some lunch. She had opened the butter and the smell hit her making her throw up immediately. Exactly what happed when she was pregnant with Lilly. So this morning YN took a a pregnancy test. The two pink lines had appeared almost instantly, not that she was surprised. Lilly’s giggles pulled YN out of her thoughts.
Just then Harry descended the staircase his tousled hair a testament to his sleepy state. He wore a pair of soft pajama pants and a faded T-shirt, the kind that hugged his frame just right, making him look effortlessly handsome. As he entered the living room he was greeted by the sight of Lilly her giggles echoing through the space
“Good morning, my little sunshine!” Harrys voice still heavy with sleep as he knelt beside Lilly
“Daddy! We saw you on the telly!”
“Did you?”
“Yeah and guess what?”
“What?” Harry kneels down to Lilly who leans into him
“Mummy thought you looked handsome” she whispers, but not very quietly making YN laugh and Harry look up at his wife
“Did she now. Well do you want to hear a secret?” Lilly nods her head “I think mummy is very pretty”
“Ahhh” Lilly laughs throwing herself back on the sofa. Harry sits next to YN placing a kiss on her temple
“Morning love”
“Good morning H. You were amazing last night, I’m so incredibly proud of you”
“Thank you, but I’d rather have been home with you”
“Sorry we couldn’t come. I just…”
I know, how are you feeling this morning?”
“Ok I guess” YN took a deep breath “actually, I have something to tell you” Harry frowns nervously “Lilly can you go and get the blue bag from mine and daddy’s room please?”
“Ok mummy, can you pause bluey please. This is my favourite one”
“Ok baby” YN pauses the telly and she watches Lilly run upstairs
“Is everything ok?” Harry asks still worried. He knows YNs been felling unwell for a few weeks now
“I took a pregnancy test this morning and it's positive” Harry's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and joy washing over his face
“Are you serious? This isn’t a joke?” he asks his voice barely above a whisper. Lilly comes running down the stairs handing her mum the bag before quickly getting back into position to watch bluey
“I'm pregnant Harry” she hands Harry the bag which he opens picking up the test. A wide smile brakes across his face, and he pulls her into a warm embrace
“This is amazing! We're going to have another baby!” he shouts making YN giggle and Lilly looking at her parents
“A Baby? like a baby doll?” she asks
"No not like a baby doll. A real baby like you were”
“You're going to a big sister” Harry says smiling “this has already started out as a good year.
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Okay bestie !! I have another one hehe :P
Imagine Neteyam and Mate who made a deal because they fought for some reason. This leading to the fact that they can't stand eachother so they figure out that they shouldn't have seggs* until one of them loses (y'know because it's in these moments that they are the closer and they just wanna see whose the "weakest").
So there would be this permanent tension and quite of teasing. And the stubbornness the two of them are would refuse to lose this stupid bet even though the desire is damn high... lol
I don't know if it made sense. But it's funny and I am sure you'll make an amazing oneshot out of this (If you decide to write it).
Yeah that's it lovely 💕 muah
Oh and I don't know if you would do these emoji anon things 🤷🏻♀️ So I just leave mine here in case hihi 🍨
Hi bestie, sorry for taking me so long, but better late than never i hope x
of course you can be my 🍨 anon!!
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minors DNI!!!
The tensions in your and your mate's tent were running high, so high you felt they were about to ascend too far up and run orbits around Pandora and come back to you in just a couple minutes. You were both calm people, you thought. You were rational, and tried to solve your issues with logic and empathy. You always listened to each other's point of view and always adjusted yours if it was necessary. Your relationship was the epitome of a healthy, adult relationship and yet, here you were, giving each other dirty looks and silent treatments, for the second day in a row.
"Well, if you're gonna be such an asshole about it, don't even think about make-up sex, or angry sex, or any sort of sex. There will be a lot of apologising that needs to happen before I even consider it again."
"What makes you think I want to have sex with you? You should be the one apologising, you're in the wrong. Also, I'd like to see you try to keep your insatiable little hands away from me. You're a fiend."
"Ha! That's a good one. I bet you're going to come crawling by the end of today."
"Fine. I'll see your bet and raise you one. Whoever caves first gets to be the one to tell Kiri we used all of her very valuable oil she spent months collecting as massage oil so we can role-play."
You watched annoyedly as Neteyam was getting dressed in a new loincloth that hung so damn attractively off his hips, it was making your mouth water. He picked up an intricate, embellished neck piece, one of his favourites (that you made him) and you smirked when he struggled to tighten it around his neck. You made your way to him slowly, enjoying every moment he was struggling, picturing his pout as he knew he needed your help, but was too stubborn to ask, almost as if you were looking straight at it.
You made it a point to drag your fingers up his back gently, slowly, in barely-there touches that you knew he was crazed for, until your hands found his necklace. You felt the small shudder escape him and your smirked widened, almost able to taste the sweet nectar of victory on your tongue.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Your smirk was promptly erased off your face as he turned, and his eyes, dark and mischievous, glistened with so much arousal, so much ache, it was making you wet just taking it all in, and the man didn't even touch you yet. He was right, you were a fiend. His hand raised to brush your face, and he lowered his head to capture your lips in a kiss, gentle and innocent, that you fought with every fibre of your being to keep that way. It was his turn to grin as he heard your panted breaths loudly in his ears, and he pulled away and left the tent without another word, leaving you desperate and needy.
This continued for days, and by the end of the 5th day, you were both so fucking horny you weren't seeing straight anymore. This was your own personal hell, you concluded. And yet, somehow hell had nothing on the mere thought of letting him win, of proving to him you were weaker than him, of telling Kiri what lewd, unsavoury things you used her precious oil on.
Neteyam's mind was spinning with ache. You were good at this. Too good. He saw you getting dressed, purposefully taking your time, running your hands over your breasts, flickering your nipples almost as if it was an accident, trailing your fingers over your waist and groping your ass to check that your loincloth is tightened properly around your tail. It wasn't, as when you bent over, you gave him a full view of your soaked, dripping cunt as you wrapped beautiful, beaded ankle bracelets on both your ankles. The smell of your arousal hit him like a fucking ton of bricks and he started palming his cock to release some of the painful pressure he has felt for days now. It turns out working and being a productive member of society with a constant erection was harder than Neteyam had anticipated when he made the bet - pun intended.
Fuck this.
You could hear Neteyam. Hear his heaving chest as his eyes landed on you, hear the way he was exhaling through his nose a lot more forcefully than he had just a few seconds ago. You could feel the air in the tent changing, charging, becoming thick with need and anticipation. You knew you won, but you still gasped in shock at the hand that wrapped around your queue and hair, pulling your head backwards, and at the feel of Neteyam's hard cock prodding at your sopping entrance.
"You're not playing fair, yawne. And if I have to crawl on my knees and beg for forgiveness just to feel your pussy milking me dry, I'll do it over and over again. So you win. But you might regret it tomorrow when you're limping on the way to the next mission."
You moaned and smiled at the threat. You couldn't wait.
"Don't leave out any details when you talk to your sister. I want to see you suffer."
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could you do a tom blyth social media ai where sadie sink is the faceclaim!?
hi my love, of course. i hope you like it! please continue to comment, like, subscribe send me requests or just hit my asks to let me know how i’m doing.
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can I have some mulled wine and a bit of Bailey's with Red Velvet to eat in please!
Thank you!!!
Order up! I hope you'll find this to your tastes <3
The first written piece of the event then!! starting off strong with one of my favourite links, wars! this was fun to write and a lovely first request to work on <3
[Event masterlist]
How much has he drank?
We were only supposed to have a couple of drinks here before heading to the room we rented upstairs. I mean Twilight did warn me beforehand that he noticed humans have a much higher tolerance than hylians do, but his can't be this much lower… can it?
“[name]... [name] I can’t believe you’re still single you’re so - so…”
“I’m in a relationship wars, you already know that, you drunken dork.”
“You- you’re taken?”
He’s on the verge of tears, he looks so worked up that he’s driving himself to cry over this. He really is in love with me that much, I really did get lucky with him. Falling into another world really doesn’t feel as scary when you find yourself a lover even if they can get a bit clingy at times.
“Well yeah of course I am, I’m taken by you link. We’ve been dating for a month.”
“We have..? OH, we - we- yeah we have been!”
“Come on wars how much of a lightweight are you to forget that after just one or two drinks? It’s like you don’t even want to be with me like that.”
I - I shouldn’t have said that, even as a clear joke it looks like it’s hurt him way more than I ever wanted it to. The tears are still there but now both his lip is quivering and his fists are clenched so tight they’re bleached white which really isn't a good look when you add in the fact that he's swaying on his feet. There couldn’t be a clearer sign to get him out of here to sleep and sober up.
“I didn’t mean that link, I was just trying to make a dumb joke without thinking, I’m sorry.”
“..!”
“I know, I know link. Come on let's get out of here.”
Hylians are so much lighter than they have any reason to be, even with him clinging to me like an absolute dead weight he weighs nothing. So while it might be a little awkward at times when he tries to pick me up, I'm more than thankful seeing as it means I can easily rest his head on my shoulder to carry him out.
Leaving was strange though, seeing as several people started to point and get riled up. Even through his own drunkenness link managed to tilt his head just enough to look up.
and start grinning?
He might even be blushing too, but there's no way to tell that with how flushed he is anyway. He's so smug about something, I can't help but look at him with a bit of confusion.
“We -hic- we're under the mistletoe honey, does your world not… not have mistletoe?”
“No we have mistletoe, it's got a tradition arou- oh.”
That’s why he’s cuddling up to and laughing at me, we’re standing under the mistletoe. Is it bad I’m almost nervous about kissing him like this? With all these people watching me, watching us, I just feel so unsettled. With the joke I made earlier though, it would be downright cruel to turn him down. “I’m guessing that it’s similar here then? The tradition that is… would you like me to kiss you here link?”
“Is th-that even something you need to ask? I want everyone - everyone here to know that you’re mine.”
Yes, he does. His body language is just as blatantly obvious about it too. Come on [name], you’ve kissed him before, this isn’t something new. He’s so excited too. Could you dare turn him down? Not that I needed to answer that. He decided for the both of us while I was still coming to terms with the idea, seems I was just taking too long in his eyes.
It’s a nice kiss, not as gentle as when he’s sober but it’s still so tender. Even with the alcohol on his breath, the way he’s acting is nothing short of a clumsy display of worship. One that he seems so reluctant to end, but comes to one anyway as he’s exhausted himself not enough to pass out but enough that he’s let his head fall onto my shoulder yet again. It’s almost inconsiderate of him to expect me to carry him after a kiss like that, he knows how weak I get for him, how much I melt when he’s so tender and demanding of my focus.
“Is that enou-enough to prove that I care?”
“Wars you didn’t need to prove that to me, I already knew that you do.”
“Wanted to prove it t’ eve’yone else too.”
It’s like he’s considering doing it again, which I wouldn’t mind, but if he does I know I’ll drop him so it’s really for the best that he at least waits till he’s sitting down, in our room preferably. He’s gotten the hint for now, but that might only be because he’s to drunk to move again. Either way I can carry him away from the crowd.
“Why’ve you gotta do that love? There’s no chance of me ever leaving you for any of them.”
“That’s not how they saw y’... I wouldv’ killed him for how he was talkin bout you… didn’ wanna cause a sce- scene though honeybeeee…”
Link would kill someone for me? I would like to think he wouldn’t ever have a nightmare of doing that, but if he’s saying it so confidently when he’s drunk…. He wouldn’t, would he?
“You don’t need to ever kill someone for something like that, don’t stress yourself out link.”
“Already have… don’ like when they’re rude about you love…”
That made me freeze up, right when I was about to open the door. It has to be the alcohol talking. Yeah it has to be. It has to be.
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ignite your bones
After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.
Whumptober 2024: Day 5 - healing salve
Warnings: guns/talk of compromised food
Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine)
Summary: Some reprieve is granted, but it’s not without cost.
<3
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Thompson stares at Clint, then at Natasha.
“Fine,” he agrees.
“Fine. But given the events of the last couple of weeks, you can only use it before 7am or after 8pm. If you stray out of this, if you create trouble; whether it’s your fault or not, then the privilege is revoked. I’m allowing this because the intel you gave about Vladivostok has been valuable and saved two agents from certain death. So if you fuck up, that’s on you. You have to then earn the rights again. Do you understand me?”
Natasha looks straight past him, but Clint smiles easily, and thanks his superior.
“Clint. Stay.”
Natasha takes two steps out the door, standing at attention waiting for Clint to follow.
Met by Agent Coulson, she stands a little straighter and watches the man approach.
“Romanoff,” he greets mildly.
“How are you?”
She doesn’t want to be rude, but she also doesn’t want to say anything. The self imposed silence since the attack had been one way of keeping her anger close by, and her thoughts to herself.
Though mandated to talk in therapy, she tried to be cautious with her words, considering them before speaking and focusing on the questions in front of her. It was the same for the continued debrief.
They still only touched on the make up of the Red Room and the KGB, even the FSB and not delved too much into her own history, though she felt it was coming.
Too much did not make sense without the context behind it, Odessa and Chechnya loomed ahead and she knew that if she were to talk about them, it would take days to explain the compounds and layouts and what they actually held.
She nods in acknowledgment and he takes it as permission to step forward and engage her in conversation.
“Did Thompson allow the request to go through?” he asks as though he didn’t already know the answer.
Natasha nods again, waiting for another inane comment or question that he already knew the answer to.
Instead, he starts to talk about the weather and the variability of the day. He describes how one of the shooting ranges was on the roof, the other; for sniper shooting, stood just outside so the targets could be far enough for ranged shooting.
He talked about how the latter is Clint’s favourite and how he likes to show off with arrows.
“He’s going to want to make you shoot arrows with him,” he warns with a wry smile.
“I think it’s a right of passage for anyone who is his partner.”
Natasha frowns and looks at him, the conversation not requiring much; if anything, from her but instead gives her company whilst waiting.
She doesn’t know if he’s smart or an idiot in telling her things, whether it’s a trap, or if telling her that Clint is going to be her partner that she’s passed some kid of test.
What she wants to ask is what’s going to happen next. The days feel sisyphean, monotonous of late.
She continues to be debriefed and reliving moments of her life that she doesn’t want to, the process leaving her numbed out and hollow.
Life doesn’t seem like anything but a chore, but still she persists.
She made a choice and if anything she feels like she wants to see how it plays out.
“Have you ever shot an arrow before?”
Even as Natasha considers an answer, Clint opens the door and smiles to find Coulson standing with Natasha.
He greets him with a smile, a rare one that doesn’t feel faked.
Natasha feels she has come to tell the difference in the months she’s been with him.
Coulson turns his attention to Clint, asking him a couple of questions about Thompson’s debrief before turning back to Natasha.
“I’d take the sniper range if I was you. But your choice.”
Clint looks between the two in a question but neither Coulson nor Natasha elaborate.
There’s a beat of a moment before Coulson bids them good bye, knocks on the door and with a shout of admittance, and heads into Thompson’s office.
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The rest of the day passes without incident.
Natasha is deposited back into her glass cell and she can’t help but feel caged.
Pacing like an animal, she tries to dissipate the feelings that lays below her skin, and recites numbers in English, then French, and as she hits her hundredth lap and pauses. She wishes there was a window or at the very least a clock in the room.
With no way to tell the time, except by way of food delivery, Natasha feels the heaviness of apathy as she begins her count again.
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Clint finishes his paperwork, wanting to get to the shooting range. Glancing at the time that reads just past 7, he thinks that Natasha should have finished her dinner and likely is waiting for him.
It prompts him to stretch and stand, and go and find food for himself.
He finds the cafeteria mostly empty as he buys a chicken curry and rice, wondering if he’ll be able to handle the spice.
He thinks on Thompson’s words as he wishes he’d grabbed a drink as well, his mouth smarting in the spice.
He’d been asked who would support and take Natasha to and from therapy and debrief whilst he was gone.
Truth be told, he’s slightly excited about getting out.
The monotony had been feeling oppressive.
There was a toss up between Coulson and Maria, but the decision that Coulson needed to go with him to England rather than Maria had sealed the deal.
He hadn’t told Natasha, as he wanted her to know that he wasn’t abandoning her.
He felt guilty but knew that this mission had to be him.
His contact in Manchester was getting cold feet, and just needed some reassurance to continue to feed Shield information on Hydra.
As it stood, he’d been quiet reliable so Clint was unsure what had gone wrong.
He’d wanted to at least get to the shooting range once with Natasha, it felt mean to have be able to go and not do it, now that it had been approved.
He was unsure just how involved Maria wanted to be, given her apparent indifference to Natasha and if it was just escorting her to therapy and debrief and sitting through the debrief as Clint had done then he probably needed to give her a heads up on that.
He finishes his meal, throws out the packaging and starts on his way to the cells.
“Clint! Wait!”
Sharon jogs to catch up to him and he smiles to greet her.
“Are you still on guard jury?” Clint enquires, realising he hadn’t seen her in a couple of days.
Sharon nods.
“I just wanted to tell you that there’s been a couple of people trying to come to see her,” she tells him.
“I think it was Thompson’s order that it was only you, but they’ve been trying. I don’t let them, but the other guards, I don’t know.”
She looks down.
“I just wanted to let you know.”
Clint nods, anger building.
“Who?” he asks softly.
She looks uncomfortable.
“I.. Uh. I’m new. I just wanted to tell you that she might not be safe.”
Clint understands the underlying meaning to her words.
“When was your last shift?”
“Tuesday,” she pauses, “around 7pm.”
“Thanks,” Clint tells her, “I really appreciate it.”
Sharon makes to move away.
“Is it true what they say about her?”
Clint knows he’s missed the Shield gossip line.
“What’s that?”
“That she’s going to kill us the first chance she gets and take shield apart from the inside out?”
Clint shakes his head.
“No. She couldn’t. Even if she wanted to.”
He tries to be reassuring.
“She agreed to come, help and defect, she wouldn’t go through all of this just to take us all out. They’re just scared.”
Sharon lowers her eyes and stares at her hands.
“I know, when I take her food, she always says thank you when she sees me. They were putting things in it, I noticed when you changed it around, that they tried to change it back. When I asked them why they wanted me to take particular foods they just smiled. So I ate some, and it was foul. I think they’d been putting ground up bones or something equally as hard in any of the food and in the tea, they’d put another liquid that made it taste off. I don’t know Clint, I’m new, but I feel like they should have more integrity than that?”
Clint’s blood boils.
“How often are you on guard duty?” he asks, wondering just how safe she is.
He thought she just hadn’t been eating because the food was different, or the events of the day had been too much and not left much of an appetite.
But to hear that people had been messing with her, with her food and now wanting access, he can’t help but wonder just what else was going on.
If he was going to be away for the next week, he couldn’t imagine just what might happen to her without his protection.
“Every Monday to Wednesday,” she replies, almost as if it’s a question.
Clint leads her to Coulson office, and knocks twice, hoping that he’s still there and not gone home.
Predictably, the door opens, and Coulson seems unsurprised to see Clint standing with Sharon.
“Can we come in?”
Coulson steps aside and Sharon balks at the door.
“I don’t want to get anyone into trouble,” she hesitates.
Clint smiles, in what he hopes is a practiced, reassuring smile.
“No trouble, we just need a little more information and maybe your help, if you’re willing.”
Coulson looks confused and Clint shuts the door behind them.
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Natasha curls into herself on the bed.
The thin anti suffocation sheets were not warm and the temperature of whole room was at the mercy to outsiders.
She was either too hot or too cold, but at least, she thought that she had clothes to keep her warm.
She had thought Clint would come, given the permission of being able to go to the shooting range. But he hadn’t.
Natasha hates herself for being disappointed.
She had come to trust his words, and she had thought that he was excited, given Coulson’s chat and Clint’s grin when it had been approved, but he hadn’t come.
No one had.
Hours she had been left alone and she was beginning to think she should start her bedtime routine.
Sighing softly to herself, she stretches her body and heads towards the tiny shower room, feeling sorry for herself.
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Clint waits, wondering just how long she’d take in the bathroom, feeling quite creepy as he standing just outside the glass.
He was late, the time almost midnight, but wanting to be true to his word when he said he would come back.
If she is surprised when she exits, she doesn’t show it.
He starts with an apology and tries to explain.
“Your time here, over the past couple of months hasn’t been great, has it?”
Natasha doesn’t say anything.
He didn’t expect her to.
“Do you want to shoot some guns? We can only go to the one on the roof but there’s no one there and maybe it’ll help.”
He thinks he sees her smile.
She holds out her hands for the handcuffs and the door opens with Clint’s keycard.
“Hopefully we won’t have to do the whole handcuff thing too much longer,” he tells her, the click of them closing audible.
“I don’t mind,” she replies softly.
The walk to the roof is slow, and Clint seems to be deep in thought as he leads the way.
The gun range isn’t what she thought.
Enclosed, likely sound proofed, the room was black, lanes to shoot in there’s guns, to her left, in a cage.
“What do you want to shoot with?”
The question feels innocuous but Natasha feels that she can tell a lot from people in the gun they have.
Dreykov’s chosen firearm was a Makerov PM.
She hated that gun. He would shoot it and then make them smell the residue.
Clint picks the beretta 92fs.
“Here.”
She takes it, feeling the weight of the weapon and feeling more at ease that she had over the last months.
She disassembles it with ease, looking over the components and then reassembles it.
The monotony of it like a healing salve at having a means of protection and being able to do something that isn’t talking.
He hands her the clip and she inserts it in.
Clint takes his own gun and leads the way.
Earmuffs on, Clint shoots the first shot, allowing Natasha’s focuses her breathing, counting a breath in and out before she shoots.
The first shot goes wide.
Anger curls within her.
Grasping it with two hands, she presses the trigger again.
It hits centre.
The third and forth follow.
The next shots punch through and she feels at ease.
Glancing sideways to Clint he signals to ask if she’s finished.
They spend the next hour just shooting.
Clint doesn’t stop her.
For Natasha it’s the most cathartic thing she’s done and the most at peace she’s been in such a long time; and even though the night is late, he just lets her continue.
For once, her brain quietens.
She thinks that maybe she’ll even sleep.
As she expends the last clip, she knows they need to stop.
She joins him on the bench.
“Thank you,” she says sincerely.
Clint reaches across and squeezes her hand, letting go as quickly as he touches.
“I have to go to England tomorrow,” he tells her.
The world tips.
There is no good without the bad, she thinks idly. She should have known this was coming.
“Maria will be here and make sure that you’re okay.”
“I’ll be gone for about a week.”
The words seem to overshadow the last hour and a half and Natasha’s anxiety peaks.
She nods, unsure what to say; her mind reeling with the repercussions of not having him there.
“Can we go back now?” she decides on.
The walk back is slow.
She finds Sharon sitting guard, and then another at the next post.
In her mind she wonders how to protect herself.
They approach her cell and she turns on him.
“Can I keep these?” she asks, holding up the handcuffs.
Clint frowns.
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid? That you won’t jeopardize the work we’ve done here? All the things you’ve done and put in motion already?”
Natasha doesn’t meet his eyes as he removes the cuffs but giving them to her anyway.
On a whim, she holds onto his hand, squeezing it.
“Thanks for trying,” she whispers, so softly he could have imagined it.
She pulls back before he can react and takes three steps back, just as she always does.
“I’ll see you when I get back,” he promises.
She turns away from him and he does the same, unsure what’s left.
It’s only when he returns to his car, that he realises she’s stolen his watch.
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Hi! ৻(•̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)⊹。 Welcome to my tumblr page! I’m Ryn I go by they/them! And I’m pansexual/demiromantic
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Hey 👋
Favourite bridgerton scenes??
Hello!
Hmm, favorite Bridgerton scenes? Well since I am a huge Polin fan, I of course have to say that any scene with Polin are my absolute favorites. But if I had to pick some favorite Polin scenes I would have to pick in season one the assuredly, fervently, loudly scene, the scene in season 2 when they talk at the races, the carriage scene, under the willow tree scene, the scene in the church in part 2 when Colin makes that goofy face and Pen smiles :) , and also in part two when Colin reads Pens letters again and he smiles; that scene made me cry. They are my favorite couple in the series but I also love them as individual characters because I can relate to both Colin and Pen on a personal level. They both just mean a lot to me.
But another aspect of the show that I adore is the Bridgerton siblings. I am a huge sucker for sibling relationships when it comes to tv shows and movies, as well as friendships, and found family stories, so anytime the siblings can be together and just hang out together in the drawing room are just pure gold. For example, when Eloise is asking "how does one become with child", and then Colin is like, "have you ever been to a farm.." and then Benedict smacks him in the head, love it! Also in season 3 I loved all of Colin and Eloise's scenes, I just love the bond that they have and Eloise being protective of Colin, just warms my heart.
I also love Penelope and Eloise's friendship. I know Eloise isn't always the best listener, and they had a bit of a falling out for obvious reasons lol, but I think their friendship is special because friends like that are hard to find.
I have to mention the Featheringtons as well because they are just absolutely hilarious! I loved in season three the scene with Portia and Dankworth and Finch and she asks "where are your ladies?", and then Dankworth goes "I lost mine", and Finch goes I sent mine to fetch a pastry or something like that, and Portia is like your wife is a pastry Mr. Finch! haha
Thanks for your question fangirl226. What about you, what are your favorite Bridgerton scenes?
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A Demigod of my own.. Ch. 1 my little seashell.
This is a fanfic about Triton from Percy Jackson series and his point of view along with an couple of ocs of mine to make the story interesting. (With a couple of my hcs enjoy!)
The prince Triton, the son of poiseden.. That was his only identity so far.. expect for that dumb Disney movie the little mermaid (he swears that movie portrayed him way too old). Triton had been feeling more insecure than ever, a thought he had heard a couple of fish gossiping about earlier 'Prince Triton takes so much pride in being poiseden's heir he's immortal it's not like he gonna die anytime soon.' and then another fish said 'you know a couple years back I heard poiseden telling that Demigod boy of his that he was his favourite son.' Triton had left not wanting to hear more (he silently destroyed those fish later on due to anger) but the thought had remained with him since had that stupid Jackson boy accepted immortality instead of telling the gods to be better parents his father would have replaced him in a heartbeat for Percy, the thought still silently terrified him though he knew that confronting poiseden and demanding to ask why a puny Demigod was his favourite; he knew that he would only be asked a thousand questions and probably punishment 'How do you know I said that? ' 'He saved olympus twice what have you ever done to become my heir besides being my oldest son?' 'He beat Ares in a fight when he was 12 tell me do you have the guts to fight Ares?' and so on Triton had silently been growing more resentful of Percy and more depressed worrying about how much importance did he really have and that his father probably couldn't care less about him in general, he'd been growing more paranoid as well. However, some help and comfort he had received due to a certain friend. A couple years back he had been answering calls on Poseidon's behalf because poiseden had some 'matters' to attend to (probably chasing a poor Ocean nymph) when a certain call by a minor god only a few years younger than him intrigued him a son of Hades called Zagreus, the younger god had been rather friendly with him and told him that they should meet sometime when he comes to the surface, Triton had agreed on the condition that they would not be up there for more than 7 hours since his mother would question him if he were and those questions would annoy him, Zagreus had told him to meet at a beach near one of the exits out of Hades's realm. They had infact met there and Zagreus said ' Dude, try assuming human form so can roam on land and we can a proper conversation ' ' what's wrong with me being in the water?' Triton had asked. 'Well I don't like sitting on sand for too long and also your face looks like a monster-like green.' 'Thank you for your honesty Mr underworld prince but I don't know how to walk on legs. ' 'come on just try it I'll teach you ' 'fine.' so he had transformed, his skin colour was a perfect tan, his Curly Black hair still tied in a high ponytail, he had some black leggings and blue sweater on and of course he stumbled a couple times but Zagreus had taught him how to walk properly soon Triton could run, for a while it has become a weekly thing Zagreus would ires-message him to meet up, Triton would make his father was too busy to notice that Triton had stepped out of his realm and then he would talk with Zagreus for hours, despite being two princes/heirs of two different realms they had a lot in common their fathers being rather neglectful and distant, them having better relationships with their mother figures,them feeling rather questionable due to their fathers having obvious Demigod favourite ism (Though a difference being that Zagreus actually liked his Demigod brother a lot), there had been a couple of times where they couldn't meet due to the war with gaea and Kronos and during approximately 2 or 3 years before Percy's intial claiming, Triton had met a certain woman a lifeguard who worked part time at wallmart, Sofia malician. A beautiful red headed woman with olive skin colour and kind sky-blue eyes. He had met her when zag had ires-messaged him and he was waiting for him. He had saw her sitting and ended up staring at her, Sofia caught him once he turned his face away, twice he turned his face away again.
#SURPRISE!!#HADES game x Percy Jackson cross over au!#percy jackson#triton pjo#Triton#amphitrite#Poseidon pjo#amphitrite pjo#percy jackson fanfiction#Percy Jackson fanfic fic#the reason why the Last paragraphs are photos is becuz tumblr didn't let me save anything new but it DID let me save photos soo#you get the idea#my first fanfic#if there are any corrections please let me know#zagreus#will you guys believe me if I tell you this fic has been sitting in my drafts for over 2 years now?
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character ask game 15, 18, 20 for New Jersey, New York, Connecticut
Hey, thanks for the ask! Here we go-
Connecticut -
15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)
I haven't really given this one much thought since I've neither thought of Connie a lot nor do I really go that deep into shipping since it's not the most interesting part for me, but I've read a bunch of Connecticut/Florida fics and so far that's been my favourite one to read (: [Also Flo called Connie Butter-cut in one of the videos 🥹]
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
I really like Flo's and Connie's conversations, of course. Connecticut is always just right at the edge while talking to Flo, who is either confused by them or keeps provoking them, and it's hilarious. Then the little bit of Connie and Rhodey we've seen - love that. But my favourite is actually Connie and Gov's relationship. I can explain.
For example, in the WNY 9/8 pt 1: A Wild Beefalo Has Appeared! video, Connie is just...so patient while explaining something to Gov - or at least patient in comparison to some of the other states we've seen yelling at and insulting Gov while giving him an answer. He doesn't do either of those or makes Gov feel stupid for not knowing the answer or what is going on in the state - he just takes a deep breath and calmly explains the whole 'part bison, part cow' thing to him. I feel like Gov really needs to talk with someone who doesn't get mad at him very easily, and Connie just fits that role in my eyes. Also, I bet that while Gov was still the Continental Congress, he and Connecticut would often get mixed up with each other since they both were called 'Con' for short. Till Connecticut gradually moved to the nickname 'Connie' and Congress started being called 'Connor' more often [then eventually Gov], they used to amuse each other by annoying the other states (Connie was one of the few rare states that Congress was not scared to loosen up and relax around) through answering to that name when someone was clearly calling for the other one (:
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screen time they share doesn't matter?
Rhodey. They both are two peas in a pod - small, feisty, and ready to bite with a whole lotta attitude. They were definitely pirates back in the day and uh... you know what @crazedstoryteller I feel like I should just tag you at this point since many of these headcannons are either yours or developed from yours anyway <3
Also, they both love the Boardwalk and are willing to take down anyone in a fight, no matter their size. They'll call each other in the middle of the night and ask them to join them in a fight - not because they need help but because they know the other one would love to be a part of the fight too. You know like how sometimes you might look at some picture and think "yeah, this friend of mine would want to see this"? Rhodey and Connie do that but with partaking in fights.
New Jersey -
15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)
Dara, come get your boys again because it's New Jersey/New York (: They're one of the sweetest couples I can think of really.
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
I don't remember which episode it was but there's one in which NJ says he's got to tell RI even Mass (I think?) doesn't like New York coming over. I can just imagine New Jersey and Rhode Island being the gossip queens of the Northeast lmao. And it doesn't hurt that they both are small enough to hide in places to secretly get the tea to spill to each other later...
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screen time they share doesn't matter?
Hmm, for this I'd have to say Nevada for sure. Nevada's a gossip queen too so that's also there. Then they both have large gambling centers that they regularly discuss about with each other. And NJ's one of the few rare states that (and the only one who regularly) allows Nevada to experiment with new hairstyles and make-up looks on him, partially because he's his friend and partly because he likes most of the looks himself too.
New York -
15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)
New Jersey/New York again, enough said (:
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
You know how in MA joins the table, Mass gives those ventilators to NY because he's not well and "Ain't nobody gonna kill no-how but me."? They're brothers, your honour, I swear. And because I can't stick to one alone; New York and Florida, outside the table, get along well too. NY's like his uncle that keeps visiting.
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screen time they share doesn't matter?
California, California, California, Cal-
They have so much in common - Broadway and Hollywood, loud big cities that never sleep, major economies, technology and the stock market, etc. etc. They hang out a lot and discuss all this stuff. Cali would be going through the script of the latest musical New York is in to see where the lights would need to be switched on and all that while New York is reading about California's next acting role to see the best outfits he should wear at all those show premieres.
This turned out longer than I expected, but I hope you're happy with the answers, anon!
#thanks for your ask!#wttt california#wttt connecticut#wttt florida#wttt gov#wttt massachusetts#wttt nevada#wttt new jersey#wttt new york#wttt rhode island
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Dancing Flames
Fred Weasley was heading down the stairs of the boys' dormitory, on his way to a Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room when he saw a familiar bushy haired girl in front of the fireplace...
The snow on the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room was quickly piling up as Hermione sat in front of the fireplace, with her back against the couch. Her eyes followed the flames that danced around, completely zoned out. A large plaided cover was draped over her shoulders, while she wore a black/red checkered flannel pyjama. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, a cup of hot chocolate rested on the top. She took in a relaxed breath as the flames reflected in her eyes.
Fred came down from the boys’ dormitories wearing dark jeans and a burgundy shirt, ready to head to the Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room. He stopped in the middle of the common room when he saw the familiar bushy haired girl sitting in the otherwise empty common room. He tiptoed closer as he looked at the girl he had a crush on for the past few months. Fred leaned on the back of the couch and pulled out his wand. He aimed it at the fireplace and the flames turned into a couple, that waltzed between the flames. He smiled when Hermione let out a small gasp and leaned forward, closer to the flames.
“You like it?” He asked quietly, but even in the empty room it sounded loud. Hermione jumped a bit in surprise and turned to look at Fred.
“You scared me, Fred.”
“Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly, before rounding the couch and slid down next to her. He aimed his wand again and the flames turned into two dragons circling each other.
“How do you that?” She asked with big round eyes.
Fred shrugged as he watched the dragons. “Don’t know. George and I learned it when we were young. But then it was just shaped and figures, now we can change it into anything.”
“That’s amazing.” She tore her eyes away from the dragons and looked up at Fred, with a frown. “Why aren’t you at the famous Hufflepuff Christmas party?”
“I needed a powernap after quidditch practice. Just got ready.” He twirled his wand again and it changed into a couple of players flying around on a broom, tossing a Quaffle between them. “Aren’t you going?”
“Does it look like I’m going to a party?” She chuckled as she gestured to her pyjamas.
“Maybe you’re making a fashion statement.” Fred clicked his tongue, grinning. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Why aren’t you going?”
“Cormac will be there. And he is seriously giving me the creeps.”
“Hm, yeah. He’s a real creep. And I know you can handle it yourself, but if he ever bothers you, you can always come to me or Georgie.”
“Thanks.” She offered him a small smile before looking back at the fire, sipping her cup. When Fred didn’t make a move to stand up, she turned and cocked her head up at him. “Aren’t you going?”
“Not just yet.” He smiled as he looked at the flames, turning them once again. Now the flames turned into a girl, reading a book with a cat curled up at her feet.
“I know you were planning on drinking something stronger, but would you like some hot chocolate?” She asked holding up her thermos, hoping he would stay a little longer.
“Yeah, thanks.”
Hermione transfigured a piece of log into a dark red cup with a golden-letter F on it before she poured him a cup and handed it over. The fingers brushed each other as he took the cup, their eyes met for a moment before Hermione looked down, blushing. Fred watched her for a moment as he sipped his cup of hot chocolate.
“Wow, that’s amazing!”
“Dobby makes it. It’s dark Belgian chocolate with a pinch of chili powder. It’s my favourite.”
“I think it’s mine too.” Fred grinned as he took another big sip from the cup. He leaned back against the couch, resting his head against the seat. “Are you missing your parents?”
“Yeah, I do. But they went skiing and I really hate it.”
“How come? Not that I know what skiing is but...”
Hermione chuckled as she turned her body to him. “Skiing is going down a snowy mountain on two bars made of wood, plastic or metal. You have two poles to steer, so you don’t crash against a three or something.” She chuckled softly. “When I was eleven, I broke my wrist when I couldn’t avoid another skier. I never stepped on a ski again.”
“You shouldn’t let one bad experience ruin it.” He said he turned to her. “If George and I had to give up after every bad experience or failure we wouldn’t be so close to realise our dream.”
“Hm... Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.” She smiled. She saw Fred shiver when a cold rush of air came from up the stairs. “Uhm, Fred?” He looked at her with a heightened eyebrow. She raised the left side of her cover. Fred gazed at her with a questioning look. When she nodded, he scooted closer and draped the blanket over his shoulder. They sat close together; the legs bumped as he fidgeted to find the right position. “Is that supposed to be Bill?” She laughed loud as she saw a figure with a long ponytail on top of a pyramid, dancing. Her laugh echoes through the common room and Fred looked at her awestruck, as the light of the flames flickered over her cheeks. He changed the flame into Ron, who was fidgeting with his horrible dress robes in front of the mirror.
“Bloody hell! I look like my great aunt Tessie.” Fred mimicked Ron’s voice. Her laugh barely died down, before starting up again. Making Fred’s grin even wider. He turned the flames into his mother that stood with her hands on her hips, looking at four young boys.
“Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen!” Fred tried his best impression of his mum. Hermione placed her cup down as she grabbed her side, that started to sting from laughing so loud. She tried to control her breathing as she looked at Fred with a twinkle in her eyes.
“It’s been a while since I laughed like that.”
“I like your laugh.” He said sincerely as he locked his eyes with hers. “I like that I can make you laugh like that.”
“Oh.” Hermione whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from the handsome red-headed quidditch player in front of her. Fred looked from her eyes to her lips and back. Hermione mimicked his movements before they simultaneously leaned closer to each other. Their lips grazed each other hesitantly, softly before Hermoine’s hand went in his hair and Fred’s hand cupped her cheek, pulling each other closer. The kiss deepened when Fred let his tongue glide over her bottom lip, she opened her mouth eagerly. After a few minutes, hours, neither of them really knew they pulled back, both looking flushed as the portrait swung open.
Fred looked behind Hermione and saw George, Harry, Ron and Ginny walk in laughing. Hermione looked down at her lap and pulled the blanker closer to her chest as the others came around the couch.
“Freddie, here you are!” George sat hopping over the back of the couch.
“I was just about to head out, why are you back?” Fred craned his neck to look at George behind him.
“After someone -” He glared at his little brother, who was already falling asleep on the chair in the corner. “Went on a walk with a bottle of fire whiskey, singing loudly in the corridor, the party was over when Minnie caught him.”
“He’s such an idiot!” Fred laughed looking at his sleeping brother. “Did he get in trouble?”
“Yeah, three Saturdays detention. I’ll probably have to remind him in the morning though.” Harry snickered. Ginny was eyeing Fred and Hermione as they were still huddled close together. But Hermione kept her eyes focused on the flames.
“And what have you two been doing?” Ginny asked slowly as she raised an eyebrow. To Fred’s surprise Hermione answered before him.
“Have you seen what Fred can do to the flames?”
“No, what?” Harry looked from the flames to her and back.
“Oh, you showed her our trick.” George said with an all-knowing voice as he glanced at his brother. “Gin, Harry, come here.” He gestured them to the couch.
George sat behind Fred, while Ginny took the seat behind Hermione and Harry sat down next to Ginny on the couch. Hermione conjured another large blanket the flew over and laid it down on the three behind her as they snuggled closer. She handed over new cups of hot chocolate to the newcomers.
“Enjoy the show.” George grinned and he waved his wand. Fred pulled the cover closer to him, his hand found hers under the blanket and he intertwined their fingers, he saw her smile in the corner of his eye, which made it hard for him to keep a goofy grin forming on his face. All of them started to laugh as Ron’s snores filled the silent room as Fred and George put on a little show in the fireplace. Fred took a chance to look at Hermione and when she glanced back, he sends her a wink, that made her blush fiercely.
Yes, this Christmas, sure turned out better than either one had hoped.
#fred weasley#george weasley#harry potter#hogwarts#hermione granger#love#fred x hermione#fremione#one shot#oneshot#hpff#christmas
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Note: I hope you’re doing really well! I know you fulfilled two requests for me, and I’m sorry for sending in another one, I just had a really good idea come to mind!
Fandom: Bill & Ted
Reader: Gender Neutral & Neurodivergent
Pairing: Bill S. Preston x Reader (Romantic) Ted Logan x Reader (Platonic)
Idea: Bill, Ted, and Y/N are getting together for a sensory safe Halloween. Bill and Y/N are a couples costume of Han Solo and Leia with Ted dressed up as Chewbacca. They are having a chill time, watching fun Halloween films, eating sensory safe candy, with nothing but candles and Fairy Lights to light the room.
then maybe evil Bill and Ted come and disrupt the fun and really put a fright on y/n (or something like that)
you don’t have to fulfill this anytime soon, you can save it until close to Halloween, I just thought it would be fun
Warnings: Mild descriptions of overwhelming noise/lights
Words: 2K
Notes: The way I started this two days before Halloween and only just managed to get it done today... We shan't speak of it 🫡 Just to brighten your evening - I finished this whilst dressed as Columbia from Rocky Horror
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"Dude, are you sure this costume is okay?" Ted asks his best friend, carding his hand through the coarse fur of his costume. He looked a little strange - an almost perfect recreation of Chewbacca, only to cut off just above the shoulders, with Chewbacca's furry face replaced instead by the very ordinary looking head of Ted Logan. "Like... Do you think the fur is the right texture?" "Huh?" Bill replied, turning slightly as he made another attempt to put his fake blaster in it's holster; every time he had tried thus far had resulted in the whole belt starting to fall down. "Dude, I've told you a million times, it's fine!" Bill exclaimed, "It looks good, and it's an alright texture..." He trailed off a little bit, his focus moving again to his belt and blaster. "You okay there, dude?" "Yeah, just... Struggling with this belt, man. Can't get it to stay up..." He mumbles in response. "Did you tuck it in to the loops?" Ted asks, trying to peer over his friend's shoulder in the mirror. "Y'know, like I showed you with mine?" "Oh, shoot, no... Thanks man!" Bill exclaimed, quickly rectifying his mistake. How he had overlooked his best friend's advice he had no idea, but thankfully it was easy enough for him to fix.
"You excited?" Bill asks, as Ted prepares to put the Chewbacca mask over his face, after what had seemed like an eternity fussing and faffing about with the rest of his costume. "Oh, yeah!" Ted's reply is incredibly enthusiastic, but then again, could you really expect anything less from him? He gets to watch movies and binge on sweets with his two favourite people, who wouldn't be as enthusiastic as him? "You know, Ted..." Bill starts, turning to fully face his best friend as he spoke. "I don't think you'll be able to see anything during the movie with that head on.." "I know, but I at least want to wear it for a little while! I saved up for ages for this, man... I want to get some use out of it before it goes back on my shelf..." "Oh, no sure, dude, I just don't want you missing out on the movie is all..." Bill chuckled gently, he knew how much Ted had been looking forward to dressing as Chewbacca.
It had been your idea, originally. A couples costume for yourself and Bill, with something for Ted so that he was included too - though Star Wars hadn't been the initial plan. At first, you had had no idea what you were all going to go as - you only had the concept of the three of you in mind. It was after a few hours of shared silent deliberation, that Bill had suggested Star Wars: and how fitting that was, when you thought about it! Leia, and Han - the couple, for you and Bill to pose as - and then, Chewbacca for Ted, the perfect companion, and it all tied in ever so nicely.
"Right, how do I look?" You asked the pair, making them both jump as you push the garage door open. Bill turns to look at you first, and his jaw practically drops. It's amazing how such a simple costume can make him become so much more smitten with you - he's speechless for a moment, until a quiet 'woah' from Ted breaks him from his thoughts. "Babe, that is perfect-" He rushes to your side, carefully running his hands over the fabric, amazed at how soft it is - if only that material could be used for some of his normal clothes, that would be paradise. "You think so?" "Yeah - you look fantastic!" Bill grins up at you as he speaks, his fingers still grasping at the fabric that made up your costume. "Where did you get this?" He asks, "This doesn't feel anything like any costume I've found recently..." "Oh, I made it..." You chuckle quietly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Made it? But-" Ted started, about to point out how many times you'd had to have rewind a tape, or gone to reruns of the movies to be able to plan out something like a dress pattern for it. "Yeah, I know," You cute him off, "I think I ended up watching it like... twenty times?" You shrug, "It was actually a lot simpler than I thought it was going to be... And nice Chewbacca, Ted, but... Not sure if that's the right face for him, is it?" You tease, and Ted can't help but laugh as he takes a few steps away, going to retrieve the rest of his costume.
"Okay, right... you two are ready, right?" Ted called from behind the camera, as you and Bill fussed over each other - his loose waistcoat, your wig, his belt again, your hood which... Never seemed to fall quite how you wanted it to. "Uh - yeah, alright-" Bill fusses over you for a moment longer, but eventually steps away, as Ted rushes over, having put a little timer on the camera. The three of you bustle about for a moment, getting into a position that's good for everyone; Bill has an arm round your waist, your arm is around his shoulder, pulling him in close, whilst Ted stands behind you both, holding his hands up a little bit as if he's roaring. The flash goes off, and you all wait an extra second or so before Ted goes to dismantle the camera. "When we get that developed, I'm so having that up on my wall..." Bill tells you, with a giddy little smile. You push his shoulder playfully, "As if I won't be the one to keep it..." You joke, shaking your head at him. "Hey, Bill?" Ted calls, arms spread as far as they can reach as he tries to set up a sheet for the projector, not wanting to disturb the moment between the two of you, but not having much of a choice if you all wanted to get the movie going soon. "A little help?" With a quiet 'oh, sure' Bill dashed to the other man's aid, leaving you to happily gather all the pillows and blankets you could find scattered around the house, along with - of course - a few snacks and drinks for you all.
"Okay, you two ready?" You ask, finishing setting up the projector. Ted had just put his Chewbacca head out of the way and was settling himself down on some of the pillows, arranged in a little nest for himself. "Yeah!" They respond in unison. As you go to snuggle with Bill, he mumbles quietly to you, "I can't believe my dad is letting us watch this..." You're not sure of Bill's tone here, but you nod slowly anyway. "Neither can I... Never seen this before..." You reply, and Bill nods back at you - neither has he. As the opening begins, and the three of you start to munch on your assorted snacks, the power goes down. It's completely unexpected, and plunges you all into near complete darkness. The projector has clicked off, the fairy lights flickered out, and your only source of light is the glow of the street lamp outside. "Huh-?" Is Ted's reaction, whilst Bill remains silent, but clings more to you. You cling to him in return, using his presence to try and ground yourself from the scare. "I'm gonna go check the fuse box in the house - you guys stay here.." Ted told you both; it may have been Bill's house, but Ted knew it just as well as the blonde did. Bill warily starts to get up as well; "I'm just going to check the fusebox in the corner, okay babe?" He says quietly to you - and his voice is gently, but not explicitly, trying to tell you that you could say no to this, if it made you feel less anxious. You nod slowly, loosening your grip on him to let him go to the corner of the garage. You could still feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you run your hands over the fabric of your costume to try and calm yourself as Bill heads into the darkness, round the corner to check on the fuse box. He's there for a few minutes, before some movement and a tap at the nearby window catch your attention.
There's two figures standing there, whose silhouettes you... Almost recognise. You get up, moving towards the window. The closer you get, the more you think you can make out about them: it's Bill, and Ted, but there's something not quite right about them - besides, of course, the fact that they had both suddenly ended up outside. Neither of them had their costumes on, but instead,Bill had donned a baseball cap, and Ted's hair was styled in a middle-part, rather than how they normally presented themselves. It was still them, for sure, but... Something about them just didn't sit right with you. As you draw closer, Bill lurches at the window, making you stumble back as he pushes the window open - and Ted tosses something inside, before the pair dash off. There's a moment of silence, before whatever it was Ted had dropped through the window burst into a flurry of crackles and sparks. It assaults your eyes in the darkness, and you cry out, hands instantly moving to cover your face as you stumble back a little bit more. You trip this time, falling flat on your backside with another cry. Footsteps rush towards you from behind, and you feel hands on your upper arms, making you jump in surprise and flail your arms in an almost last-ditch attempt to defend yourself, should this be the off-Bill and Ted.
"Hey, hey-" It's Bill's voice, and he's hurriedly trying to calm you. "What happened?" He asks you, noticing a few dying embers of the firecrackers that had been put in his garage. You just point towards the window, mumbling something that he can't quite understand. Hell, you're not even sure if you can understand it entirely. Bill notices the window, now hanging open, and rushes to close it again, lest any other pranksters try and test the boundaries of your resilience. "It's okay-" He tells you, sitting on the floor beside you, and pulling you into his arms. He knows - better than anyone - that just having someone there can help ground you again, and if it had to be anyone, the best choice was always him. "You're okay..." He whispers to you, "I'll keep you safe, don't worry..." His hand is gentle as it strokes your hair, soothing you back down from your panic. The lights soon flicker on around you, and perhaps a minute or so after this, Ted is back in the room with you both. He's about to say something - probably a joke - but stops himself before he even speaks, when he sees the state you're in. His eyes flit to Bill; 'What happened here?' is the silent question. Bill just shrugs in response, he has absolutely no idea. He doesn't want to ask just yet, either - it's too soon, and he wants you to be able to calm down and recover a little bit before probing the subject. "So, uh... Movie?" Ted probes, and you wearily shake your head. "No... I think I'd much rather just... Hang out with you guys and pig out on candy..." "Dude, that's cool with me-" Ted says, nodding, before gathering all the sweets together in the centre of the room. Bill helps you over, and you all sit in a little circle, passing each other your favourite sweets to try, and laugh at each other's faces if they didn't like them. You stayed in that tight little circle of yours all night - until you all fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. Needless to say, despite things not going to plan, and the bad fright you had suffered, it was a very good Halloween with your boyfriend, and his best friend, and you looked forward to doing it all again, come next year.
#x reader oneshot#x reader requests#requests open#bill and ted's excellent adventure#bill and ted#bill preston#bill s preston esquire#bill s preston#bill preston x reader#ted theodore logan#bill and ted x reader
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ MAKE U MINE — denki kaminari .
about you attend one of class a's reunion parties with your boyfriend, denki. you never anticipated that events would take such an unexpected turn.
genre fluff, a tiny bit of angst but it's quickly resolved.
notes this is my entry for @hystix 's petals of love collab ! it's super duper self induglent, and full of tidbits i associate w my selfship !
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despite the fact that everybody from class a had graduated a number of years ago, they tried to meet up whenever hectic schedules allowed them too. this year, yaoyorozu had decided to take it upon herself to host a new year's eve gathering, with champagne flowing and japan's newest pro-heroes celebrating another year of successfully kicking villain ass.
being a member of the support course, you were never as involved with school events as much as your boyfriend of the last few years, denki kaminari, was. in fact, you considered it to be an act of fate that brought the two of you together. had you not been in mei's workspace, helping her tinker with her recent invention, you may never have been introduced to the loud-mouthed katsuki bakugou and his blonde, sort of dopey looking friend that you later fell in love with.
he gave you butterflies instantly. having noticed how bakugou's angry demeanour seemed to make you jumpy, denki warned his friend to tone it down. though no words were exchanged between the two of you, the small smiles you offered one another, a wordless "thank you" in your case, the boy caught sight of you in the crowd at the school's festival later that year. he even threw his guitar pick your way — and yes, you do still have it tucked away between the pages of your favourite novel.
you slowly became acquainted with the rest of his class, as when the dorm system was integrated at ua, you often payed a couple of visits to him. though you were timid at first, you found yourself opening up very quickly and becoming a more sensible yet still bubbly counterpart to the hyperactive kaminari. you even made friends with some of his, all of whom welcomed you with open arms — kirishima and mina were particularly fond of you, with the former even slowly becoming something akin to a brother to you. they all adored seeing how happy you made denki, and enjoyed having a beam of sunlight such as yourself around. hell, there were even a couple of squabbles at the beginning of the school year over who would be assigned to you for adjustments and improvements to their hero gear.
before you knew it, midnight was shortly approaching. you hadn't really seen denki that much tonight, and when you had, there just seemed to he something off. the shy little girl that hid inside of you slowly began to tackle you for control, and you had to do your best to reassure her that no, denki wouldn't just throw you under the rug, especially not at a party with all of his friends in attendance.
a call of your name snapped you out of your thoughts. "is everything okay? you look a bit pale," mina asked. she was still swaying to the music thudding through the speakers, moving carefully so as not to spill the brightly-labelled can of whatever alcoholic beverage she had been sipping. "it's denki, isn't it? what did that asshat do?"
her expression shifted to one more serious as she pulled you slightly away from where you were standing and towards the edge of the room. you explained your concerns, how you didn't even know where denki was right now, and how he'd been acting a little bit distant this week.
"sweetheart," mina cooed, "it's nothing like that, i promise. that man is head over heels for you, he has been since the first time he even saw you!" she took a sip of her drink and offered you one too, though you declined. "i remember him coming back to the lunch hall after seeing you. he barely touched his soba because he was busy gushing about 'the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen'. we were sick of it by the end of the week, but in a cripplingly single kind of way, you know?"
there was a small smile on your face when she finished speaking. mina checked her watch before fully returning to her bright and bubbly self — which was only heightened when she was drunk. "you going to be okay, baby? i need to go find kyo!"
you nodded and bid her farewell before returning to the heart of the party once again in search of your boyfriend.
as if on cue, when the clock struck 11:55, a strong pair of hands gripped your wrist and spun you around where you stood. by the static electricity radiating from the touch, you knew exactly who it was.
"hey, sunshine!" he beamed, though nervously scratching the back of his neck. "'s almost midnight. . ."
"mhm, i need to go find sero," you replied teasingly.
denki looked utterly confused and not yet catching onto your bit. "and why would that be?"
"who else is gonna kiss me at midnight?" you giggled softly, smirk giving away the fact that you were joking. denki chuckled a little before switching to a much more serious demeanour, one that you rarely saw with him.
"look, y/n," he trailed off, looking at the clock: 11:57PM. "you've probably noticed that i've been a bit distant recently, and it's just. . . i don't know how to say it."
you grasped both of his hands with your own and ran your thumb over his knuckles, silently reassuring him that whatever was bothering him, he could share it with you.
"i don't. . ." he sighed. "three more minutes." he whispered to himself. "i don't want to start the new year with you as my girlfriend."
your heart broke. no, it shattered. all you wanted was to run away to the nearest bathroom and process that last sentence. mina was wrong. that harmful voice in your head was right, no matter how much you had been working to drown it out. maybe he'd found someone else. maybe he realized that he was to good for you. maybe he's never liked you.
tears welled up in your eyes, and you pleaded with them not to fall just yet. however, the grip that denki had on your hands was unfaltering, so you couldn't move despite wanting to.
"no! no! oh my god, you probably think i'm breaking up with you. . ." he stammered, and you nodded in response, not trusting your voice. "it's the opposite, actually."
although the countdown to ring in the new year had begun, with everybody in the room bellowing at the top of their lungs.
FIVE.
FOUR.
THREE.
"marry me?" denki spat out.
you barely had a second to process it. without even thinking, your lips were on his before the countdown even reached zero. your hands snaked around his neck and his around you waist, letting the rest of the world slip away into a blur. everyone's initial celebrations were reaching a halt as you pulled away from one another.
you lazily rested your head on denki's shoulder, ensuring that your lips were close to his ear as you uttered a single word, returning the sentiment that he was oh so petrified you wouldn't.
"yes."
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