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[rayesgenesis]

hiya love!! could you do a ben florian relationship headcanons with a gn!reader please??

BEN FLORIAN RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

NOTES: hi!!! i'm more than happy too!!! i do apologise if these are slightly ooc cause ben doesnt hijack my daydreams as often as some other character do.... BUT!! i think they're all pretty accurate in my humble opinion.

READER PRONOUNS: none are used mainly cause you can read these with any gender in mind!!!

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: none as far as i'm concerned?

WORDS: 658

-ok so like. we all know ben is a busy guy right? like especially post d3 that man is full time king part time boyfriend yk???

-but TRUST ME. he will apologise so much for not being as available as other boyfriends?

-after some reassurances that it's fine he'll be less worried about it but as soon as he misses something or has to leave early because he's king? you're never gonna hear the end of the apologies

-because of this though he's always taking you on very spontaneous dates

-like ben calls you like "hey you free?" and like 5 minutes after you say yes he's at your door inviting you out somewhere

-if it's possible, he's taking you to every royal council meeting.

-he appreciates having someone there who won't doubt him cuz he's younger and has overly optimistic ideas but will also give him an honest opinion !!!

-also you come with him to ALL the royal balls and stuff (or are at the very least invited)

-if you're not next to him (but still nearby) then he is barely focussing on any conversation he's having.

-like he's looking over your way so much (even when he tries not to) so whoever he's talking to just gives up on getting any important point across!!!

-you could make like a small comment about being cold or even slightly shivers and his jacket is being offered to you instantly

-he's usually polite and all, it comes with being king and a public figure y'know. but if anyone is even slightly rude or mean to you? whether it be a back handed compliment, a rude look, oh he's dropping ALL politeness.

-well more specifically i could imagine him trying to direct the conversation away from you or by trying to end the conversation (think like what he does when Mal is being interrogated by the interviewers in the beginning of d2) but if that doesn't work then he's being as rude as he needs to be.

-okay so i know i've more so been focusing on post d3 here but think back to like post d2 for a minute? thanks

-back when you two had dorms (though i don't know if he would've used them? idk would he have given he's crown prince and his home is very close? whatever we'll go with he did for this) as much as he wouldn't do it every night he was more than happy to bend the rules a bit to stay with you or let you stay with him.

-okay we can go back to any time period now thanks lovelies !!!

-on the topic of bedrooms, i imagine ben's internal clock is like? wired to get up early you know?

-like even if there isn't something important that needs to happen he's still awake really early

-and if you're awake that early then he's more than happy to get up and have breakfast or do whatever with you!!

-but if you're like me and like to sleep in for a while, he's slightly more happy to lay in bed with you until you wake up!!

-and also even if you get up early there are some mornings where he will give you the saddest look ever if you try to get up and like?? are you gonna say no to that???

-he LOVES having your head on his chest!! like not in a weird way i promise its more like a comforting weight? like a weighted blanket??? yk??

-this is literally the most understanding man ever

-like you could tell him you killed someone and he'd probably be a bit shocked but still like "why did you do it?"

-as long as you have a good reason he's more than happy to accept anything you do!!!

-listen at the end of the day, this man loves you with his entire heart and it shows to anyone who sees you two together!!!

[rayesgenesis]

MINE

pairing : joshua pearce x fem!reader. a/n : finally was capable of writing something for my mannn. please send me more asks! warnings: suggestive?

you’re curled up together in bed after a long and hectic day. it is past midnight, the lights inside are low, and the curtains give you a glimpse of the glow of the city beyond the window. you’re the most comfortable, laying lazily in your shorts and cropped shirt as joshua remains shirtless with boxers. limbs intertwined, his hand rests on your waist, thumb drawing small invisible circles.

as you enjoy this moment frozen in time, a thought appears in your mind, a thing you’d seen on social media earlier and wanted to share with him. you decide, reluctantly, to pull back from his embrace only a little so you can lay your arm on him. he softly groans from the lack of proximity and settles on caressing your arm as you lay it on him.

“see this,” you point to the tiny mole right above your inner elbow, “there’s this theory that little beauty marks like this one are where someone kissed you in a past life.”

without missing a beat, joshua presses a soft, featherlight kiss right on the beauty mark. then, his gaze drifts higher, to that one beauty mark on your shoulder, which he kisses as well. then another one on your neck, and another beneath your jaw.

each one gets its own pause, its own hush of breath. and his lips linger, like he’s making promises to the parts of you no one’s ever quite cherished like this.

“don’t love the idea of someone else ever having that kind of access,” he whispers, his lips still at work.

you roll your eyes as his lips trail down your body. “it’s just a theory.”

“then this one,” he murmurs, brushing his nose along the hollow beneath your collarbone, “is for all the years we didn’t get to spend together.” a kiss.

“and this one…” he traces the one near your hip, as he looks up in your eyes, voice lower now, “…for the day i knew i loved you.” he sinks down to give another kiss, slower this time. his eyes close for a second, as if he’s honoring every past-life touch and making it his own. unknowingly, a tired yet large smile appears on your face.

he rises and stops at your chest. “you better believe that in every lifetime, i’ll find them all.” he lifts up your crop top access his favorite beautify mark of yours, never breaking eye contact. located on your heart, it’s grown to be your favorite one too, with how often he so intentionally often kisses it. your hand always drifts there, absentmindedly, when you think about him.

your hand finds the back of his head and you whisper his name like a secret meant for only him. he exhales like he’s savouring the way you say it. his arms instinctively tighten around you, pulling you closer. there’s a flicker in his eye when he looks up, raw and vulnerable, something between devotion and need. it’s all hunger wrapped in affection, like he’s drunk on the fact that you’re his and he’s yours.

it’s then that he places his final kiss, soft and steady, right above your breast. like he’s not just kissing you but blessing you. marking the place where your heart lives with all the weight of his own.

“this one’s definitely mine,” he whispers-smiles. “every version of me will fall in love with you right here.”

your hands cup his face and you bring his lips to yours. he kisses you back with purpose, the kind of kiss that makes you forget about any past life you might’ve had.

because right now, this one with him is all that matters.

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please send in request i’m desperate i wanna write but i don’t got any idea 😭😭😭

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The Melbourne sun spilled golden honey through the sheer curtains of her childhood bedroom, casting dancing shadows across the hardwood floors she'd once slid across in socks. Y/N stood before the antique mirror that had witnessed every milestone of her life—first day of school, year twelve formal, university graduation—and now this. She adjusted the delicate straps of her champagne satin dress, the fabric flowing like liquid silk against her curves, catching the afternoon light with every subtle movement. The dress was perfection itself: tailored to hug her waist before flowing into an elegant A-line that whispered sophistication without trying too hard.

Her fingers traced the gold hoops that caught the light against her warm brown skin, each piece chosen with the precision of someone who understood that elegance lived in the details. Her braids had been swept into a low chignon that morning, secured with tiny pearl pins that her grandmother had worn to her own wedding decades ago. A single rebellious curl had been left to kiss the side of her face, softening the structured beauty of the updo. She looked timeless—like a woman who carried centuries of grace in her walk and generations of laughter in her voice.

Today was supposed to be perfect. The family dinner she'd been orchestrating for months, every detail planned with the care of someone staging a small miracle. More than just a reunion, it was meant to be the day she formally introduced Damson to the constellation of people who had shaped her into the woman she'd become. After endless FaceTime calls where her sisters mercilessly roasted his posh British accent and her aunties demanded to know when this mysterious boyfriend was finally coming to meet them properly, this was supposed to be the moment—the bridge between her old world and her new one.

But two days before she left London, he'd delivered the news that had sent hairline cracks through her carefully constructed plans. "The film's gone into complete chaos, babe," he'd said, his voice carrying that particular weight of someone delivering disappointment they couldn't control. "They've called additional scenes, the director's pushing for reshoots. You know how it is—when they say jump, I have to ask how high. I'll try—God, you know I'll try—but I can't promise I'll make that flight."

She'd nodded with the practiced grace of someone who'd learned not to let her face betray the small earthquakes happening in her chest. He never missed important moments—had wrapped filming early to fly to Paris for her work presentation, convinced his agent to schedule around her birthday, turned down a lucrative commercial shoot because it conflicted with her graduation. That he might miss this felt like the universe playing a particularly cruel joke.

She'd flown in alone, carrying his kiss from Heathrow like a pressed flower—beautiful but fragile, a reminder of what almost was. The thirteen-hour flight had been filled with rehearsed explanations for his absence, each one feeling more hollow than the last. Still, she'd forced herself to push past the disappointment. This was about family. About coming home. About showing up with grace even when your heart felt like it was wearing a beautiful dress to an empty dance.

And so she showed up.

The transformation of her family's backyard was nothing short of magical. What had been a simple garden that morning now resembled something from the pages of a luxury lifestyle magazine. Fairy lights had been strung in intricate patterns between the jacaranda trees, creating a canopy of soft golden light that would make everyone look like they were glowing from within. Floral garlands of native Australian flowers mixed with vibrant African marigolds hung in graceful swoops, their fragrance mingling with the evening air.

The centerpiece was a long wooden table that seemed to stretch endlessly, draped in cream linen and adorned with arrangements of proteas, eucalyptus, and delicate baby's breath. Mismatched vintage chairs had been gathered from neighbors and family friends, each one telling its own story, creating an eclectic elegance that spoke of community and belonging. Crystal glasses caught the last rays of sunlight like tiny prisms, scattering rainbows across the white tablecloth.

The unmistakable aroma of her uncle's legendary grilled goat meat drifted from the outdoor kitchen he'd commandeered, the marinade of garlic, ginger, and fiery pili-pili creating a scent that could transport her instantly to childhood summers. Saka-saka simmered in cast iron pots, its rich earthiness promising the comfort of home, while the sweet fragrance of fresh bread from her aunt's kitchen competed with the smoky meat for attention.

Soft jazz hummed from carefully hidden speakers, the music floating like silk ribbons through conversations conducted in a beautiful mixture of English, French, and Lingala. Children darted between the adults' legs in their Sunday best, adding bursts of laughter to the sophisticated ambiance their parents had created.

Y/N moved through this paradise like she was born to it, and perhaps she was. Every step was measured grace as she balanced her wine glass—a crisp Sauvignon Blanc that caught the light like liquid crystal—with the practiced ease of someone who'd learned to navigate social spaces with diplomacy and charm. Her smile was radiant as she distributed hugs that lingered just long enough to be meaningful, cheek kisses that carried the warmth of genuine affection, and compliments delivered in the exact tone needed to make each recipient feel seen and valued.

"Tante Marie, you look absolutely stunning," she murmured to her great-aunt, meaning every word as she admired the older woman's emerald headwrap. "Uncle Paul, I've been dreaming about your cooking for months," she laughed, squeezing her uncle's flour-dusted hands.

Each interaction was a small masterpiece of connection, Y/N moving through her extended family like a conductor guiding an orchestra, ensuring everyone felt included in the symphony of the evening.

"Before we sit down to eat," her older brother Marcus called out, his voice cutting through the gentle chatter as he tapped his wine glass with a silver spoon, the crystal chime commanding attention with elegant authority. The conversations slowly quieted, faces turning toward him with the expectant looks of people who sensed something special was about to unfold.

Y/N felt her heart skip, thinking perhaps he was about to make a speech about family, about her homecoming, about the beautiful gathering they'd all helped create.

Marcus grinned, his eyes finding hers across the garden with a mischievous glint she recognized from their childhood. "We have a little surprise guest tonight. Someone who convinced an entire film production to rearrange their shooting schedule because he couldn't bear to miss this dinner with the love of his life."

The wine glass in Y/N's hand began to tremble, the golden liquid creating tiny ripples that caught the fairy lights. Time seemed to crystallize around her, each second stretching like warm honey. Her heart hammered against her ribs with such force she was certain everyone could hear it over the sudden hush that had fallen over the garden.

"No way," she whispered, the words barely audible even to herself.

And then—like something from a dream she'd been too afraid to have—Damson appeared.

He emerged from the house as if he'd been conjured from her deepest wishes, and the sight of him nearly brought her to her knees. He was dressed in an ivory linen suit that had clearly been tailored by someone who understood that clothing should worship the body wearing it. The jacket hung perfectly across his shoulders, the fabric crisp enough to catch the light but soft enough to suggest touchability. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hollow of his throat, that small triangle of skin that she'd kissed goodbye at Heathrow and thought she wouldn't see again for weeks.

No tie graced his neck—he'd never been one for unnecessary formality—and his dark hair was styled in that effortlessly tousled way that suggested he'd run his fingers through it moments before stepping outside. The fairy lights caught the angles of his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, those dimples that deepened as he took in her stunned expression.

The crowd parted before him like he was royalty, or perhaps like he was exactly where he belonged, conversations stopping mid-sentence as people registered the magnitude of what was happening. He walked with purpose, his eyes never leaving hers, drinking in her shock, her joy, her complete inability to process that he was real and here and walking toward her like the answer to prayers she hadn't dared voice.

"You said—" she breathed, her voice catching in her throat as he stopped just close enough that she could smell his cologne—that warm, woody scent that had become synonymous with safety and home, the same one that lingered on his costumes when he came home from set. "You said you couldn't come—the reshoots, the director—"

"I lied," he said gently, and his voice carried that particular tone he used when he was about to reveal something that would change everything. His smile was slow and devastating, the kind that had first made her forget her own name in a London coffee shop two years ago. "But only for the best reason imaginable. And I had help."

She whipped around, her champagne dress catching the light as it flowed around her legs, to see her siblings, her mum, her cousins, even her stern uncle Paul—all grinning like Cheshire cats who'd been harboring the most delicious secret. Their faces were alight with barely contained excitement, phones already emerging from pockets and purses to capture what was about to unfold.

"You've talked about this place so much," Damson continued, his hands finding hers with the familiarity of two years spent learning the geography of each other's hearts. His fingers were warm and slightly trembling—the only sign that beneath his composed exterior, he was just as affected as she was. "About these people who shaped you, who made you the woman I fell impossibly in love with. I had to see it for myself. Had to meet them properly, the way you deserved. And I couldn't wait any longer to do this the right way."

Her breath caught in her throat, sharp and sudden, as understanding dawned like sunrise after the longest night.

The entire backyard seemed to hold its breath, the jazz music fading to a whisper, even the children sensing that something momentous was about to happen. The fairy lights above them twinkled like earthbound stars, and somewhere in the distance, she could hear her aunt's sharp intake of breath as Damson reached into his inner jacket pocket with deliberate care.

When he dropped to one knee on the soft grass, the collective gasp that rushed through the crowd sounded like wind through trees, natural and inevitable and full of wonder.

"Y/N," he began, his voice steady despite the emotion she could see swimming in his dark eyes, hands trembling just enough to remind her that beneath all his on-screen confidence, he was just a man in love, terrified of getting the most important performance of his life wrong. "I've been rehearsing this speech for months, you know. Practicing it in my trailer between takes, mumbling it in the shower, driving my dialect coach absolutely mad because I kept switching accents mid-sentence."

A watery laugh escaped her lips, and she could see his shoulders relax slightly at the sound, his dimples deepening with relief that she was still with him, still listening.

"But standing here now, looking at you in this light, surrounded by all these people who love you so fiercely... every word I planned has just evaporated." He shook his head, that self-deprecating smile she'd fallen in love with playing across his features. "So I'm just going to tell you the truth, as messy and unscripted as it is."

He took a shaky breath, his thumbs stroking across her knuckles like he was anchoring himself to her.

"I've loved you from the very first moment you told me I didn't know how to pronounce 'makayabu' properly, when you laughed so hard at my butchered attempt that you snorted wine through your nose and then turned the most beautiful shade of embarrassed I'd ever seen." His voice grew warmer with the memory, more confident as he settled into the rhythm of their story. "You were wearing that yellow dress with the tiny flowers, and you had this little piece of cassava stuck to your lip, and I thought—this is it. This is the woman who's going to ruin me for everyone else."

A sob-laugh bubbled up from her chest despite the tears that were already blurring her vision, the memory as clear as if it had happened yesterday instead of in that tiny Congolese restaurant in Peckham where they'd had their third date, where she'd been so nervous about him trying her favorite childhood dish.

"You did ruin me, you know," he continued, his voice dropping to something more intimate, meant just for her even though she could feel twenty-three pairs of eyes watching them with rapt attention. "Completely and utterly ruined me for anyone who isn't you. Do you know what it's like, being on set and having someone mention family dinners, or hearing Congolese music in a café, or seeing braids like yours on a stranger, and feeling my whole chest ache because none of it is connected to you?"

Y/N's free hand pressed against her heart, feeling it hammer against her ribs like it was trying to reach him.

"I've watched you make every space better just by being in it," he said, pulling out a small velvet box with hands that were steadier now, as if speaking these truths was giving him strength. "That first time you came to set—remember? You brought lunch for the entire crew because you said anyone working sixteen-hour days deserved proper food. The director still asks about your jollof rice."

She nodded, remembering how nervous she'd been, wanting to make a good impression on the people who spent more time with him than she did.

"I've seen you love—loudly when people need to hear it, like when you got on the phone with my mum for three hours talking her through her divorce even though you'd only met her twice. Gently when they need to feel safe, the way you held my hands when I was having that panic attack about the nude scene and told me my boundaries were valid. With fire when they need defending—God, the way you tore into that journalist who made the comment about my background."

His voice cracked slightly on the last words, and she saw him swallow hard, overwhelmed by his own memories of her love.

"And with kindness that never, ever asks for anything in return. You love like it's an honor instead of an obligation, like it's a gift you get to give instead of something people have to earn. And I'd be the biggest fool alive—a complete and utter waste of space—not to want that forever."

Y/N's hands flew to her mouth as her wine glass tumbled forgotten to the grass, the golden liquid seeping into the earth like an offering to whatever gods had conspired to bring them to this moment. Her eyes stung with tears that felt like liquid starlight, her whole body trembling with the weight of hearing herself reflected back through his love.

"You are my peace in the chaos of this industry, my fire when the world feels cold and artificial," he said, his voice growing stronger and more certain with each word, as if speaking these truths was giving him power. "You're my elegance when I feel like a fraud in fancy clothes, and my beautiful madness when everything gets too serious. You're the reality I get to come home to when I spend all day pretending to be someone else."

He paused, looking directly into her eyes with an intensity that made her feel like the only person in the world.

"I used to think home was a place—Manchester, London, wherever I was filming. But you've taught me that home is a person. You're my home, Y/N, no matter what continent we're standing on, what language we're speaking, what timezone we're in. You're the constant in a life that changes locations every few months."

The box opened with a soft click that seemed to echo in the crystalline silence, revealing a ring that stole what little breath she had left. Vintage gold caught the fairy lights, the metal warm and rich like honey, holding a center stone that seemed to capture every ray of light and throw it back in brilliant fragments. Smaller diamonds formed a delicate halo around it, and she could see tiny engravings along the band—constellations, she realized, the same ones they'd mapped out on his roof terrace during their first 'I love you.'

"This was my grandmother's center stone," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "She always said it should go to someone who understood that love isn't just a feeling—it's a choice you make every single day. Someone who chooses kindness, chooses patience, chooses to build something beautiful even when it's hard."

Y/N was fully crying now, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked as she stared at the ring that represented not just their future, but his past, his family accepting her as one of their own.

"The setting is new though—I had it made by that jeweler in Hatton Garden, the one whose grandmother came from Kinshasa. I told him about you, about us, and he said the halo represents how love multiplies—how it doesn't just stay between two people but spreads out to touch everyone around them. Like tonight. Like this."

He gestured to their families surrounding them, all of whom were crying now too, caught up in the raw beauty of witnessing this moment.

"Y/N Ngalula," he said, his voice breaking on her name like it was a prayer, "you are the love story I want to tell with my whole life. You're the adventure I want to wake up to and the peace I want to fall asleep beside. You're my today, my tomorrow, and every single day after that."

He lifted the ring toward her, his hands steady now, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Will you marry me? Will you let me love you in front of everyone for the rest of our lives? Will you choose me, the way I choose you, every single day from now until there are no more days left?"

His voice cracked completely on the last word, tears flowing freely down his cheeks now, all pretense abandoned in favor of raw, honest vulnerability.

For a moment that felt like a lifetime, there was silence so complete it seemed sacred. Even the evening breeze held its breath, the fairy lights above them swaying gently in the stillness.

Then—

Y/N dropped to her knees without thinking, her carefully styled dress pooling around her like silk water, her hands reaching for him before her mind could catch up to her heart. She tackled him with such enthusiasm that they both nearly tumbled backward onto the soft grass, her laughter mixing with tears that felt like liquid joy.

"Yes," she whispered against his neck, her voice breaking with the weight of every emotion she'd ever felt for this man who'd just rewritten her entire future in the most beautiful way possible. "Yes, yes, yes. The answer was always yes, you beautiful fool. It was always going to be yes."

The backyard exploded.

The sound was like nothing she'd ever heard—pure joy given voice by twenty-three people who loved her enough to conspire in the most perfect surprise of her life. Aunties shrieked in harmonies that would have made gospel choirs weep, cousins clutched each other as they jumped up and down, Uncle Paul was definitely crying into his apron while trying to pretend he was just checking on the meat.

Champagne corks popped like celebratory gunfire, someone had clearly brought out the good bottles that had been hidden away for special occasions. Her best friend from primary school was already ugly-crying behind her iPhone camera, live-streaming to mutual friends across three continents. Her mother had collapsed into her chair, fanning herself with a napkin while tears of joy streamed down her cheeks unchecked.

Congolese music suddenly blasted from the speakers as someone—probably her uncle Jean—had commandeered the playlist, and within seconds her extended family was breaking into the kind of celebratory dancing that made the earth itself seem to pulse with rhythm. A spontaneous sebene erupted near the food tables, relatives who hadn't danced together in years falling into the familiar steps like no time had passed at all.

But in the eye of this beautiful storm, Y/N and Damson remained kneeling in each other's arms, existing in their own pocket of wonder. With reverent care, he slipped the ring onto her finger—it fit perfectly, because of course it did, because he'd somehow convinced her sister to steal one of her rings months ago to get the sizing exactly right.

The metal was warm against her skin, the weight of it both surprising and completely natural, as if her hand had been waiting her entire life for this specific piece of jewelry. When she held it up to catch the light, it threw tiny rainbows across their faces, each facet catching the fairy lights like captured stars.

He kissed her hand first, his lips soft against her knuckles, then her wrist where her pulse was beating like a hummingbird's wings, then finally her mouth in a kiss that tasted like promises and champagne and the beginning of forever.

Around them, the celebration continued to build—more family emerging from the house with bottles of wine that had been mysteriously chilled and ready, neighbors peering over fences to investigate the commotion (some probably wondering if that was actually the Damson from that Netflix series they'd been binge-watching), children running in circles while singing songs they were making up on the spot about Y/N and the famous actor getting married.

Later, much later, when the initial chaos had settled into a warm buzz of conversation and the music had shifted to something slower and more romantic, Y/N found herself swaying in Damson's arms to Lokua Kanza's honeyed voice drifting from the speakers. The fairy lights above them created a canopy of stars, and she could feel the weight of her family's love surrounding them like the most beautiful cocoon.

Her cousin Amélie appeared at her elbow with a grin that could have powered the entire garden's lighting. "You really thought you were just showing up to a family dinner, didn't you?" she whispered conspiratorially, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Y/N just smiled, her head finding its perfect place on Damson's shoulder, her engagement ring catching the light as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Around them, her family continued to celebrate—her uncle telling increasingly embellished stories about the "secret mission" to coordinate Damson's surprise, her aunties already debating wedding venues and demanding to know if they'd be having a traditional ceremony, her mother showing off photos of the ring to anyone with functioning eyesight.

This wasn't just a dinner party, she realized as she watched the people she loved most in the world toast to her happiness with glasses raised toward the stars. This wasn't even just a proposal, though it had been the most perfect one she could have ever imagined—one that would probably end up in tabloids by morning, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

This was home—beautifully, completely, perfectly redefined as anywhere this man was willing to build a life with her.

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still can’t feel my legs. still can’t believe this is real. he flew across the world to ask me to be his forever in the city that raised me… surrounded by the people who shaped me.

this is what love looks like. this is what home feels like.

i said yes. 🤍💍@damsonidris 🇳🇬🇨🇩

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@nellarose The way this proposal just united the diaspora 😭 Nigeria x Congo? ICONIC. 🇨🇩🇳🇬 |@damsonidris Truly a global love story 🌍💙 |@yourusername Couldn’t have said it better!

@rayrayfilms Nah I knew I was capturing history that night. Goosebumps. Every shot. |@damsonidris The real MVP behind the lens! | @yourusername RayRay, you outdid yourself.

@thehoneymoonplug Say less. We got destinations lined up for y’all 👀✨ |@damsonidris Ready when you are! |@yourusername Honeymoon vibes loading...

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Flew across the world to surprise the love of my life… She walked in thinking it was just dinner. She walked out my fiancée.

She said yes. And I still can’t stop smiling. 💍❤️ 🇳🇬🇨🇩

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@michaelbjordan Broooo 😭 big congrats my G!! That’s love right there 🔥💪🏾 |@damsonidris: Appreciate you, Mike! You know I had to do it right.

@yourusername You set me uppppp 😭😭 and I’d say yes a million times over. I love you, Mr. Idris 🤍 |@damsonidris: Love you more, my queen.

@johnboyega Man did the rom-com thing and had me tearing up like I didn’t see the video five times 😭 congrats fam |@damsonidris: Haha, glad you approved! Maybe next one’s a rom-com with you starring?

@mamanngalula We are honored to have you in our family. May your union be full of grace and joy ❤️ |@damsonidris: Honored beyond words, Mama. Thank you for the warmest welcome.

@winnieharlow The proposal aesthetics are insane. Magazine-worthy. Congratulations you two! |@damsonidris: She deserved nothing less. Thanks, Winnie!

@stormzy Whole proposal came with a soundtrack and a skyline. Elite behavior 👏🏾 |@damsonidris: Gotta set the bar high! Thanks, Stormzy.

@itschantelle.nk I cried when she FaceTimed me after 😭 y’all really did THAT |@damsonidris: The moment was everything. Glad you were there in spirit!

@ngalulajr If you hurt her… I know where you live, mate 👀 |@damsonidris: Don’t worry, bro. I’m here for her, always.

@therootsgal This. This is how you show up for a black woman 🫶🏾 |@damsonidris: That’s the only way I know how.

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@netflix This better be in the next rom-com, sir. |@damsonidris: Say no more. I’m pitching it next week.

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So yeah, my sister’s off the market now. Don’t ask me how I feel about it. (Okay, I’m lowkey happy for them. But also, if you hurt her… I will find you. 👀)

Damson, you’ve officially joined the family squad. Don’t mess this up.

Welcome to the chaos, brother.

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@damsonidris Haha, challenge accepted, bro. I got you and her 100%. |@ngalulajr: Good. Because I’m watching. 👀

@yourusername Thank you for always having my back. Love you forever. |@ngalulajr: Always, sis. Always.

@itschantelle.nk The real MVP brother vibes 🥹 |@ngalulajr: Someone’s gotta keep them in check!

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JOSHUA PEARCE HCS

a/n : damson idris been on my mind since that met gala && the f1 movie gave me ideas 😛 also some of these might b super random. sorry for that

· one thing about joshua? he’s always checking on you to see if you’ve eaten. he’s really lowkey & sly about it just a lil “what you eat today?” and if he doesn’t like the answer he’s taking u out to eat immediately “that’s it? nah, we fixing that. get your shoes on.”

· on the other hand, he knows how to cook three things but does them extremely well. like pasta, salmon, omelettes. that’s it. that’s his range

· when he’s away? he’s the most lovesick guy ever.

· his mind basically bounces between missing you and focusing on his races

· after any and every win of his he’ll send you a pic of him with a text saying “not the same without you.” and you know he means it

· when you’re proud of him, it’s another type of high that he gets & that he can’t get enough of

· 100% uses voice notes instead of texting when he’s tired. maybe he had a long training day or he just woke up, but the voice is always raspy & sometimes he won’t even use full words just humming

· also the type to send u the most random short voice messages, just to hear u back. cause he’s annoying like that.

· he’ll be freestyling over some random beat like “my girl fine, she got brains, she got face, now she mad at me cuz i left the toothpaste” JUST RANDOMM

· if both of your schedules allow it, he’ll plan surprise trips or drop bys to see u. he’ll send some cryptic shit like “might want to check ur door tonight…”

· he absolutely loves the look on your face when he shows up

· when you’re able to be together for however long, it’s amazing

· you make the most out of simple things: cooking together (badly, cuz he keeps distracting u!!), folding laundry and dancing around the apartment to whatever’s playing.

· every emotions feels heightened because you know time is limited. still, you never rush it.

· he’s really good at taking candid pictures of u (that’s what he thinks) cause when he looks back on them alone, he feels like you’re still together

· will always carry something of yours on him. lipgloss, little bracelet, hair tie. no one knows why, not even him, he just knows he likes it.

· random as shit but he drives too damn fast, acting like the world is a racing track and fully ignores u side eyeing him the whole time.

· random again but he will kiss any part of your body accessible to him. shoulder, forehead, pinky, belly, thigh and the list goes on

· he’s got a HUGE staring problem when it comes to u. doesn’t even care to hide it. he’ll just admire u & never stop, even when u tell him to.

· he’s also a funny mf. annoying but funny.

· he’s the type to roast you and laugh first at his own joke. we’re talking belly laugh, like doubled over and almost slapping his damn knee.

· he’s still learning to laugh at himself tho and not take everything too seriously when it comes to his life or his career (a.k.a where his ego took a lot of space).

· that’s why he’s grateful for you, cause you’re one of the few people that keeps him in check & appreciates the cocky driver and the man behind it.

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heyyy…how yall doing…

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breaking news — gf!nini on valentines hc

nini is the type of girl to go all out for you on valentine’s day

she takes it so seriously

she greets you with a kiss in the morning, there’s notes waiting for you in your locker with clues as to what you can expect for the day

she usually has a song or two that she wrote about you and kept to herself, just so she could play it for you on this day

she will be so excited about it too nd she really hopes you’ll like them

she will have an activity planned like movie night or having a table ready at slices

she’s so adorable

she’s a simple girl really anything you give her as long as it’s meaningful will do

buy her flowers and she’ll be so happy

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THIS IS LITERALLY ME. i have the aesthetic of my fic planned out but no plot whatsoever. just vibes.

my toxic trait is is creating drafts with nothing but a cool title and a vague summary and leaving it there to collect dust for the foreseeable future. only to rediscover it weeks later and delete it without doing anything with it

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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You know what would have made Evie's attitude in D2--mainly but D3 as well-- make a bit more sense? Give her the storyline that she was jealous that MAL got a Prince and she didn't.

Think about it, Evie's been raised her whole life to marry a Prince and live in a caste. Yet when they get to Auradon who does the Crown Prince fall for? Mal. Maleficent's daughter, who spent her days on the Isle being wild and not even looking at boys. While Evie was listening to her mother lecture her on what a Prince wants., and making herself/letting her mother make her beautiful on the hope/expectation that one day she would get the Prince.

Getting Ben to love her may have been Evie's chance to make her mother proud of her. But when she gets that chance to make it happen and finally get her and her mothers dream, it's Mal who gets the Prince while Evie ends up with a common son of a dawf who has no titles.

I'm not saying that Evie doesn't deserve better than doug, but for the sake of canon view point. That's who writers put her with a common guy whose not royal or even noble. The excat opposite of what she was rasied to have. While she has to watch Mal get everything she planed to.

Going off Evie's canon actions after D1, would you really think that she cares about Mal? Would you think she even likes Mal? She knows how difficult being a Princess/High Ranked Lady can be, yet she offers Mal no help or advice, almost like she wants her to fail at it. Like some part of her wants to be able to swoop in and date Ben herself.

For the fact that it is insisted that Mal is Evie's 'sister and best friend' or that Evie is Mal's 'one true friend.' you do not see that. You see Evie lecturing Mal, not listening to/steamrolling over Mal and making Mal feel guilty.

I'm just saying that the 'jealousy over the fact Mal got the Prince' storyline would have made, Evie's actions towards Mal make more sense.

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What I mean: Ben is an entirely wasted and underrepresented character in the Descendants series, and his behavior in D3 was so completely contradictory to who he was in the first two movies. From day one Ben was a driven and dedicated character who was fully willing to shoulder the backlash from his family and peers if it meant doing the right thing for the Isle kids. Ignoring that it was OOC for Mal to want to close the barrier in the first place after the lessons she learned in D2, Ben should NEVER have just quietly gone along with it. He was stripped of his voice and his power and made into nothing more than a prop for Mal’s poorly-written journey like so many other characters and it saddens me how much potential the series had that was squandered by lazy writing and a general disregard for the actual story.

What I say: Mitchell Hope… Cute. Pretty boy.

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Havana Rose Liu as Isabel Bottoms (2023) dir. Emma Seligman

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Sharing fanfic updates be like

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my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life

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Hi can I plz request a Ben Florian fic where the reader is the daughter of Scar and shes just super stressed out bc the media nitpicks everything she does, and Ben makes her feel better? Tyyy

the lighthouse in the storm. — ben florian.

a/n: i thought i would never finish this request.. but i did!! anyways i hope you’ll like it, i tweaked it a bit 💌

who? scar’s daughter!reader x ben florian

summary: you usually never thought twice about what the press had to say about you, until one night, it all came crashing down on you. thankfully, ben was here.

sometimes you forget how uptight auradonians can be.

all their ridiculous standards, kingdom rivalries, their criminal system, even the king, himself. all of it was one big joke. so how come it became a problem when you told one of your own?

in retrospect, you could’ve chosen any other day to joke that you were not above eating a few babies to get out of the celebration. family day, definitely wasn’t the day to do it on, even more so when you were the girlfriend of the soon-to-be king.

but god forbid you tell a joke.

was it bad taste? sure, you’ve told better jokes. however, did you mean it? of course not.

you were wrong for thinking anybody would get it, really. you should’ve known from the gasps and horrified faces what type of crowd you were facing. the press didn’t appreciate your little joke either, and they attributed it, as usual, on you having malicious intent.

what took you by surprise was the public’s response. you grew paranoid as everywhere you looked almost everyone was mean mugging you, hate comments were flooding your social media accounts and it only worsened your mental state. usually, you would’ve loved the attention but for the first time in your life, you detested it.

amidst all the chaos, ben stayed by your side. he had been so patient, caring and understanding with you that oftentimes, you didn’t think you deserved it. no other princess was making headlines during weeks straight for not smiling at an event or for a comment she passively made. the scrutiny, the critcs, it was all too much for you.

despite never verbalizing it, a small part of you suspected that ben thought no different than everyone else. deep down, at least. you knew that you were a piece of work and maybe he’d finally run out of patience. villains weren’t awarded second chances very often in auradon, and even though things had changed, you felt as if you participated in taking a huge step back. remorse, as they call it.

he must have been scared, like everybody else always was. you felt it, everyone walking on eggshells around you. you often reveled in the fear that you instilled in people but sometimes, you just wanted to be seen for who you were. and not for who you were pretending to be.

one night, you were lying down in bed, up thinking about it all. ben was sound asleep next to you, poor boy had spent all day working his ass off, as always. you took a long look at him before carefully slipping out of his embrace, the bed letting out a slight creak as you did. the cool air washed over you as you stepped onto the balcony and looked out at the isle.

battling against the flow of tears that threatened to run down your face, you wondered. were you and your dad destined to be shunned? was it how it was always going to be? when you’d get to overthinking, your dad would always remind you that you were every bit as royal as the kids in auradon and that you shouldn’t diminish yourself for their comfort.

it was difficult to not miss your father in these moments. trying to fit into these standards was uncomfortable to say the least, the boxes too narrow and the titles too heavy.

ben emerged from the bedroom, stepping out onto the balcony, his footsteps loud enough for you to hear. he had stirred awake the second he felt your warmth leave his side. coming to a stop right behind you, his hands found their usual place on your waist, rubbing circles into them. and his head rested on your shoulder.

"you’re up late." he kissed the top of your head.

"mm, so are you." you murmured, turning just enough in his embrace, a small, almost sly smile on your lips.

he hummed in return and moved his hands to massage your shoulders, his touch gentle. "can’t sleep either, i take it?" his voice soft with a layer of concern draped over it.

as his hands did their dance on your shoulders, your eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact as you felt yourself relax further. "something like that." you answered him, exhaling through your nose.

of course there was more to it but not even on a night such as this, were you willing to admit any sort of weakness or complain.

despite your relaxed nature, ben could sense some restraint in your response. your tone told him that he shouldn’t push further and he knew he could never force you to open up, nonetheless, he still wished you wouldn’t keep everything to yourself.

he paused his hand’s movements and exhaled through his nose. "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

your insides squeezed. he just always knew, didn’t he? for the briefest second, the thought to lie crossed your mind but as you turned around and gazed in his eyes, you quickly found yourself unable to. you were strong, but ben somehow was the only one who could make you crumble.

one of ben’s hands moved to cup your face while the other landed on your waist again, and you leaned into his warm palm, your eyes closing. “i know."

"then talk to me…"

ben’s eyes inspected your face, sensing that he’d find a piece of the truth on it. not that he didn’t trust what you said but he was aware of how you’d made an habit of putting up walls as a way to protect yourself. as a result, he always made an effort of reminding you that you were safe with him and he was glad to see you lowering those walls at times, even if it was just a little.

the way he spoke to you let you know that he wouldn’t allow you brushing him off this time. and here you thought that you were doing a great job at hiding your restlessness these past few weeks. it worked with the vks, who hadn’t noticed a single thing. but ben seemed to just know something was wrong.

the idea of anyone, knowing you so intimately should’ve frightened you— at least it used to. however, with ben, it felt safe.

your eyes opened and you stared at his chest for a second, before looking back up at his face. you didn’t bother to hide your exhaustion anymore. it was difficult to be vulnerable— that’s why you never did. however, being with ben made you have a change of heart.

"i don’t know if it’s stress or what," you finally managed to spit out, your eyes darting between his own, "but the public, the press— they’re never happy, are they? at least with me, they’re not happy with anything i do, not happy with the way i act, the way i speak, the way i dress—"

exhaling deeply, you continued. "it´s like they’re out to get me or something. and you know how much i hate to mope around but, it truly feels like no matter what i do, i can’t win.”

ben listened, absorbing every word that came out of your mouth. he knew how harsh and cutthroat the tabloids could be however hearing you talk about it, the effect it was having on you, was something else entirely.

his heart clenched at the sight of you in this state. you weren’t your usual self. visibly, the media broke you and all he wanted was to put you back together. he would do anything to take your pain away right now and as you leaned into his chest, his drive intensified.

"hey, hey…look at me." ben brought his other hand to your face, gently but firmly.

as your eyes lifted to meet his, he noticed your gaze being a mixture of defiance and fragility. it was a look unique to you— he had never seen anything like it before.

"you know none of that is true, right? what they say about you, what they write…none of it matters. they’ll always find something to criticize." his voice was firm, he meant what he was saying.

he wished you could see yourself from his point of view. how amazing and capable you were in the midst of all this drama.

"you know why i love you?" he paused, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, "i love you because you’re caring and smart and beautiful, in every sense. and anybody can say whatever they want, but it won’t change a thing about how i feel."

and you started believing him. yes, it was true that ben was optimistic and that he couldn’t help but to see the good in people. however, he wouldn’t have stayed around this long if what he said wasn’t a tiny bit true. either way, it wasn’t in your nature to dwell on things. beast’s son, the embodiement of goodness, loved and believed in you. what more could you ask for?

finally, you smiled and ben pulled you into a hug. a few escaping tears stained his shirt but just like the press’ opinion, it didn’t matter. after a moment, you spoke up.

"i bet there was a thousand of cheesy things you said and i couldn’t even make fun of you for it." you said, your voice muffled by his shirt.

it was ben’s turn to smile. "there she is."

a dry laugh escaped your lips. you peeled yourself off of him as your eyes met his. "you’re crazy, you know that?"

as if he was fully aware of it, he smiled and pecked your lips lovingly.

"you don’t have to pretend to be anything, you know that right." ben gave you a pointed look, "not with me. if you don’t feel strong, it’s okay, let me be strong for you." he murmured, his eyes still locked on yours. you had a hard time hiding the grin that spread on your face.

you felt like a weight got lifted off your shoulders. you knew that the issues that came with the press wouldn’t get resolved overnight but for now, you had the strength to face them, knowing ben promised to always stand by your side.

he was right. you didn't need to be strong all the time. and you had never felt more lucky than to have a boyfriend like him.

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thinking about rina today