The novice fan doesn’t understand when the word “chemistry” is used to describe your relationship with an opponent. Every step the last couple of years, including the first ever female ironman match in WWE history, you have made this journey with Sasha Banks. How has that chemistry developed and how does it play into taking your matches to incredible heights? (x)
Cho and Ginny never got along at school, so it surprises everyone, including themselves, when they team up to take care of an orphaned seal pup that Ginny insists on calling Sedna (which Cho thinks is entirely ridiculous and not at all cute). However, as the weeks turn into months, they become friends…. or something like that.
wow, nonny, way to be an asshat. YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE MERRILL/ISABELA. THAT’S AS UN-CULLEN AS POSSIBLE, RIGHT? Something with rain.
I first read this as ‘as far away from Cullen as possible’ and so, fic resulted:
Merrill/Isabela - in the rain - as far away from Cullen as possible
They run along the shore of the Wounded
Coast, shadows streaking at their back clouds low overhead.
Isabela’s boots press hard divots in the
grey, fine sand. Merrill is unused to the stuff, shifting from glass-hard to
sticky and tricky and easy to fall through, her calves aching from the suck and
pull of it. She trips over her friend’s footsteps. There is rain in her mouth.
Merrill stops. The ground is lovely and still
when you’re not running all over it. She lets her hand press into the sand.
Lifts it away and examines the pattern, swallowing cooler air. “Much better.”
Isabela’s laugh is softer than usual. It
might be waterlogged. She crouches low, easy with her boots and her balance,
and Merrill watches water drip over the spill of gold at her throat, heavier
than the shirt that clings to her breasts and stomach in a way that makes
Merrill want to reach out and touch, even though sand does get rather
awfully in the way. Still, the sight makes Merrill smile, teeth pressing into
her own lower lip.
“We lost him in the Rose, of course,” Isabela
says, sigh almost lost. “Templars are so predictable.”
“Except when they’re not.”
Isabela’s eyes grow wide, just for half a
breath. Wide and bright as beach glass. Her hair tangles over her face,
water-dark and water-long, scarf lost halfway down her back. She watches
Merrill and Merrill watches back.
“Except when they’re not, kitten,” she says.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“You have other things to worry about,”
Merrill says. “You carry so many knives—”
Isabela leans in and licks a raindrop off the
tip of her nose. Merrill breaks off in a squeak.
“—do you forgive me?”
“—but there isn’t anything to—”
“—yes there is,” Isabela says, cupping
Merrill’s cheek, fingers playing with the beads in her hair until she’s
smiling, and teasing the edge of Merrill’s ear until she shivers. “Why were we
running away from the the Knight Captain, by the way?”
Merrill blinks. “I was shopping for…um… mirror
things,” she manages, mouth twisting on half a lie. “But he had so many
questions, and I wasn’t—” she holds out one palm, the skin shiny and new and
still a little sore at over a small cut at the centre. It’s harder than she
thought, doing it. She watches her friend’s face. Waits for a hiss of sympathy
she doesn’t need or disapproval she could not bear. But Isabela’s face is as
smooth as the sand beneath their bodies.
“I didn’t feel like I could lie well,”
Merrill said. “Not right then.”
“So you ran.”
“And you ran with me!”
“Of course I did.”
Isabela’s fingers dance from her ear to her
lips, and Merrill is grinning, delighted at the small noise the pirate makes as
she sucks one fingertip into her mouth. Bites down just enough for
“But—” Merrill says, breathless, mouth full
of warmth. “If you didn’t even know what—”
Her lips are stopped. Two fingertips this
time. A sharp tap. Something bright and sweet in Isabela’s eyes.
“—That doesn’t matter a bit, kitten,” she
says. “Do that again.”
garnet showing peridot different star constellations and prompting her to give them unscientific names (peridot is rly bad at this and mostly just names them all diff variations of clods)
garnet calmly explaining human stuff to peridot while steven sometimes chimes in to correct garnet bc garnet is not rly an expert either
peridot recording her thoughts on fusion and playing them for garnet, peridot thanking garnet for explaining in words she understood
peridot secretely fantasizing about what it would be like to fuse with garnet so she goes on and asks amethyst and pearl how it feels and they both just start swooning and peridot gets rly embarrassed and flustered
garnet asking peridot to dance again, just dancing, not fusing and peridot is able to relax and they do this a couple of times
until one time it just happens naturally and peridot fuses for the very first time. afterwards she hides in the barns for hours bc she is so flustered about everything she is feeling
peridot asking steven about emotions and feelings and what it all means. peridot asking garnet what exactly love means bc she doesn’t understand
garnet telling peridot that she’s not just any other peridot but that she is her own person and can decide her own fate just like ruby did
peridot with her recorder in hand asking garnet how sapphire and ruby met and how they first fused and peridot gets rly intense feels for the story like she did with her soap opera
peridot rly wanting to try this kissing thing she saw on tv and asking garnet about it. and garnet is just like ‘you want me to show you’ and peridot kinda wants to run and hide but she also rly wants to try so she’s all eyes pressed close and hands balled to fists and garnet just gives her a tiny peck on the nose and says she’ll wait till peridot is more comfortable with trying like she was with fusing
i just have a lot of feelings about these two ok??