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eternals reacting to seeing themselves as your phone wallpapers
characters: thena, kingo, druig, sersi, makkari & gilgamesh (might do the others in a part 2)
pairing(s): ^^ x reader
thena
she probably doesn't know what it means but she loves seeing the photo of the both of you everytime
it makes her feel so much more safe and secure in the relationship because she finds it so wholesome and pure that you would parade your relationship with her
promises you that if she ever gets a phone you'll be her forever wallpaper, she'd probably match with you
if you ever mentioned wanting a mew one i feel like she'd suprise you with a painting of a different photo that has just as much value, so it's even more personal
kingo
he is absolutely speechless and gets super flustered when he sees the photo as your wallpaper, it makes him tear up, it's such a small gesture but it means so much
immediately changes his to one of you both that only he has, but he most likely takes forever deciding between the options
it boosts his confidence so much and he absolutely loves to brag about it with the eternals
or with your human friends
"y/n? what's your lockscreen again?" before you can even answer he just buts in with a giant grin "it's a picture of us on our first anniversary"
druig
absolutely whipped when he sees it, he swears he'd do anything for you
immediately forces you to take another pick with him for his background, the more unprepared and hectic the better
he just loes the idea of any pursuers of either of you instantly backimg off when they see tue adoration and dedication im the picture
sersi
it just leaves her grinning all day, she absolutely adores the photo
and plus the thought of you loving the picture so much fills her with happiness
she suddenly messages you a few hours later while you're at work and asks you for your favourite picture of yourself, you get home a few hours later and notice it's her phone wallpaper, she edited kt slightly by writing "my love" underneath in her cursive and writing and the date she asked you to be her partner
gilgamesh
it's an absolute blessing to him because he loves seeing your smile in the photo every time you open your phone
he loves your reaction everytime because it's almost like you've never looked at it before
when he first sees it he just smiles slightly and chuckles, wrapping an arm around you before kissing you on the head. the smile doesn't leave his face for days
makkari
she grins as soon as she sees it and wraps you in a hug
she's so over the moon that you treasure her enough to show her off to the world
asks you to send the exact photo to her so she can set it as hers to. she'll change it slightly though, she'll probably write "my forever darling" with a line eventually curling into a heart under it
looks at it everday, for a little linger each time, with literal heart eyes
Could I request angst headcanons for dating Kingo and Druig, poly relationship, please
Poly! Kingo, Druig, and GN!Reader Angst headcanons
I think there would be two major points for angst in a poly relationship with Kingo and Druig and that would depend on if their partner was immortal or not
If their partner was immortal:
I feel like the main point of angst and grievance would come from the romance slowly fizzling out over the years
It would be nobody's fault.
yeah, Druig could've tried a little harder to plan dates
of course Kingo could have spent less time working and more time with his lovers
but in the end, it would all dial down to the allure of discovering something new in the relationship
Bickering would turn into arguing and arguing into full blown fights
Slowly, you would all become worn down, and part ways.
The love you hold for each other being the downfall because the love you had for each other made you fight hard (and in the end not hard enough) for a relationship that is doomed to fail
If their partner was mortal:
If their partner was mortal, Druig would fall madly and deeply in love, (maybe even quicker than with an immortal partner) only for the realisation that they could maybe have fifty or sixty years together before age and illness caught up with them
He would pull back from his partner
Starting with small excuses
"I have to tend to the villagers"
"Sersi has asked for my assistance..."
Each trip would last longer and longer, until he would be tempted to never return
Druig knew he couldn't handle his partner dying, it would break him and Kingo. He would never be the same.
Knowing this, he would urge Kingo to join him, saying that you deserve a relationship where you could grow old with your partner.
Kingo would reluctantly agree, but he couldn't just leave you
So he would watch you slowly age from a distance and tell himself that it is for the best.
but he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else
summary: a charity gala at the former Stark Tower offers you a chance meeting with an Eternal and a dance with temptation.
word count: 2.3k
wanings: mild language, implied smut, flirty druig
a/n: uh oh... mattie got a little excited and let it all out. not edited.
NEW YORK 2023
It was a chill evening as you peered out of the crystal windows of the grand tower, reminiscing on the past. It had been months since you had lost many of your friends and now the places you once called home felt lonely. The Avengers Compound and Tower rarely housed any guests besides yourself and occasionally Bruce and Peter when they ever felt like popping by.
Yet tonight, the Tower where you once celebrated great victories was filled with socialites and celebrities who could only talk about how honored they were to be invited. You knew that they were just trying to be courteous, but they would never understand the sacrifices you had all made. Living in a post-Blip world was strange and interesting to navigate as everyone questioned who would be there to help with a lack of Avengers.
"Hey, have you seen May?" Peter tapped your shoulder and greeted you with a hug.
"Where have you been, Parker? You said that you weren't going to leave my side, and instead, you show up an hour late," you whined, punching his arm playfully.
"Hey! I'm sorry, I walked with MJ to make sure she got home safely."
"Okay, but you better go find May and change into your suit. She has been delaying Spiderman's arrival for twenty minutes," You shoved him over to the backstage area.
"Okay, okay," Peter chuckled and turned to you really quick, "(Y/N), I need you to promise me something."
"What's up?" You raised a brow at him.
A grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly with endearment, "Please, try to have a fun night. I know it has been rough, believe me, but please smile and enjoy yourself."
You offered him a soft smile but he could still see a pang of sadness in your eyes, "I'll try, Peter... Now go before May comes hunting for you!"
He smiled and ran off to find his aunt. After so many charity events raising money to assist those displaced after the Blip, it was funny how formalities slipped his mind. You couldn't really complain though; Peter helped keep you sane when people brought up the future of the team or their grief for the lost heroes.
You swayed your way over to the open bar, bidding hellos and flashing smiles as people greeted you. No wonder Tony was never sober for anything, people were annoying. You were refiling your glass with champagne when someone bumped your hip.
You turned your head to mind the stranger but instead, you were met with an old friend, "Kingo!"
With a great smile on your face, you gave him a hug and exchanged hello's. It had been a couple years since you had last seen the movie star, but you really couldn't complain. Back when you were first recruited to join the Avengers, you were sent with Thor and Bruce to India and met Kingo who apparently was a friend of Thor's. You never really got the full story from either of them, but you and Kingo had immediately clicked.
"How are you doing? I mean, outside of... you know," he asked, smiling. You nodded your head, understanding his implication.
"I've been okay, I've been refocusing and trying to help displaced citizens and refugees. But how is Bollywood?"
"Oh, it's great, it's great. I'm actually starting shooting for a new movie in a few weeks that I can't wait for you to see. But I actually have some old... college friends that I would love for you to meet. They are huge fans of your work," He smiled and ushered you over to a large corner booth where a few people sat chatting with each other.
He pointed around the table introducing each of them, "The ginger is Sprite, she can be quite the hothead; those two lovers are Sersi and Dane, beautiful couple; that is Makkari, one of the coolest people alive; and wearing all black - once again is Druig."
You smiled at each of them and nodded yet when your eyes met Druig's ocean blue ones, you felt entranced by them. Though he was wearing all black, it was still a nice all-black three-piece suit that was tailored quite well. Yet when you met his eyes again, you could see the smug smirk on his face - oh, he's trouble.
Druig appeared to be stoic, but still suave. Though his face gave no expression of what he thought, he eyes could betray him. He seemed to be a man of few words, and still a man who loved power and control. You had met many a man like him and would meet many more.
Quickly, you turned your attention back to the group as a whole, "It's really great to meet all of you. Any friend of Kingo's is a friend of mine!"
You continued chatting with Kingo’s friends, learning about where they currently lived and what they did for work. It was small talk - yes - but you felt quite comfortable talking with them instead of surrounding yourself with gossiping reporters. Yet, you always felt Druig’s blue eyes focused on you.
“Ladies and gentlemen - we proudly present the NYPD band,” Happy announced and the band began to strike up with a bright swing.
Couples and friends made their way to the open floor; hands touching hands, cheeks touching cheeks. A smile graced your face and a hand presented itself to you. You turned your head to see Kingo offering to take you to the floor, “may I have this dance?”
Resting your hand in his, you giggled at his cheesiness, “yes, you may.”
As the two of you made your way to the dance floor to sway amidst the couples, Kingo’s friends began to whisper amongst themselves. They all admired you and your closeness with Kingo, yet they all senses the immediate attraction Druig had. His whole demeanor had shifted when you approached the table and the way he practically gawked at you also indicated his interest. Yet Druig didn’t join in the conversation until Sprite made a taunting remark.
“So are you gonna stare at her all night or are you planning to make a move?” The young-looking Eternal quipped, “I mean, I don’t know if stalker chic is really the best option for you.”
This comment caused Dane and Sersi to laugh as Druig just scowled. He would love to get to know you better if Sprite wasn’t around to ruin things for him. Makkari tapped his shoulder and signed to him, Ask her for the next dance. The worst thing that could happen is for her to say no.
He let out a light sigh, knowing that he should take his peers' advice. His eyes shifted back over to your form that practically glided across the floor. You looked like what the humans would call an angel as you smiled and laughed in response to whatever Kingo said. The song was coming to an end and Druig knew that he needed to act quick before you left or someone else snatched you away. He could sense the eyes of others looking at you, longing to take you into their arms.
Swiftly, Druig rose from the table, ignoring the commentary of his peers. He weaved through conversations and couples, only to meet you and Kingo at the edge of the floor. Both of you sipped on warm champagne, acknowledging Druig when he finally spoke, “Would I be able to steal you away for a dance?”
Your eyes glanced over to Kingo, not for approval, but for opinion. It would be a shame to overstep any boundaries he could have, and you appreciated the opinion of a dear friend. Kingo replied with a smirk and short nod.
“Y’know, dancing is a dangerous game,” you bit your lip softly, resting your palm in his.
Though he kept the same stoic demeanor, you could hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, "Then let's play."
Passing your glass off to Kingo, you allowed Druig to lead you into the near center of the floor. He pulled you in closer to him, adjusting your right hand in his before placing his warm hand in the little space between your hip and waist. The intimacy of this moment caused your breath to hitch in your throat and a chill to run up your spine.
You had only known this man for thirty minutes, but you were willing to let him into your bed. To let him bring the light back into your dreary life and maybe stop running away from what the world truly was.
With a final tug closer to his heat, Druig lead you into a swinging waltz as the jazz band became steady with the beat. His eyes were locked on yours and his expression never changed, only flickers of emotion passed through his baby blue eyes. Eyes that enchanted you to stay by his side for the rest of the night.
Maybe your first impression of him wasn't completely accurate. You could feel his lust for control, yet it wasn't belittling. No - it was far more complex than that. He was far more complex than that.
"Are you familiar with this song?" Druig asked, breaking your trance. You tuned your ears to listen closely to the melody that drifted through the air. When the crooner began to sing, the lyrics finally dawned on you that you did in fact know this song.
"In fact, I do," You smiled, cheeks warming, "So In Love by Cole Porter, but I prefer the Tony Bennett cover."
"So you're a fan of the classics?"
Druig twirled you around then pulled you back towards him, resting his hand a little lower. The thrill of the dance was infectious and made your heartbeat pick up, "Call me a romantic, but yes."
You couldn't get enough of each other, and even though you danced among crowded couples, it still felt like it was just the two of you. His nose brushed against your own, and you took it as a sign to rest your forehead against his. Your eyes fluttered close and you just absorbed the moment into your memory. Never in your life had to felt so calm yet so excited by someone's presence, and for the feeling to be towards a man you had barely known an hour ago. This was dangerous, but you had no plan of letting go yet.
As the song drew to a close, you could feel the energy of other people around you fleeing from the floor. Regretfully, you opened your eyes, signaling to Druig that both of you should escape to the floor before anyone dare glance at the intimate moment taking place.
Releasing a warm breath that fanned across your lips, he escorted you off the floor. Your eyes darted for an escape, nervous to get caught in the trap he laid before you. As soon as your feet tapped against the normal floors of the tower, you offered Druig a grin before you dissipated into the crowd.
Minutes later, you stood out on the balcony to catch your breath. This was a behavior that you never allowed to guide you, it wasn't like you to be so openly intimate. One might consider you a con artist in the way you made attachments or how you muddled in others' affairs. After losing so much, it was easier to swindle what you desired most; but with Druig, he could freely give it all to you.
On the streets below, you watched as the guests began to leave the tower in groups, only to return to their upper-class penthouse apartments and countryside mansions. These were the fools that you were a kin to. This was your safety net and your playing ground.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to share one last drink before the night came to a close," A glass of champagne presented itself in front of you. His heat radiated off of him and was a stark contrast to the New York Chill, while Druig's other hand rested on your hip.
Taking the neck of the glass between your fingers, you crooked your head to look at him. His head levitated above your shoulder, searching your eyes for the same semblance of intimacy you shared earlier. Your lips parted to speak, yet no words fell from them. His intoxicating presence kept you stuck in place, eyes flicking between his ocean blue eyes and his lips.
Understanding your silent tongue, Druig ghosted a kiss over your exposed shoulder before leaning into you. Falling into the motion, you closed your eyes, bracing yourself. But no contact came, you opened your eyes to see Druig smirking. Your furrowed your brows and left out a frustrated breath. You went to tell him off, but before you could form the first syllable, Druig pressed his lips to yours, swallowing away your words.
You kissed him back feverishly, turning your body to be closer to him. His arms wrapped around your lower waist, while you tangled your limbs around his neck, clutching onto your glass for dear life. This was want, this was need, this could be love.
The two of you only pulled apart when all the oxygen had escaped your lungs. Your foreheads rested against each other like earlier and you silently thanked whoever was watching over you for such a chance meeting. You lifted your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling out of his arms. Yet your fingers lingered in his and a seductive smile painted your lips, "Y'know, I'd love to give you a personal tour of my floor of the tower."
The pair of you giggled like teenagers, running to the elevator and crowds continued to escape from the tower. None of them knew of the lovers that were dancing with temptation up in the highrise and the mischief they could cause.
