#i’ll just say loving things in the snarkiest voice ever

[dathen]

Astarion is so silly about his love for the other group members. He’ll comment on them in the most sarcastic, mocking voice ever, then WOOPS slips in that he’s being sincere. “OOoOOoh Lae’zel is ~breaking her chains~. I’m proud of her!!”

GET ATTACHED, IDIOT

#bg3 #astarion #him: I can’t give away that I treasure each and every one of these losers #i’ll just say loving things in the snarkiest voice ever #no one will suspect ANYTHING

[hello-everyfandom]

“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,”

Warnings: Light making out/Light smut (very very very light)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Draco’s Hufflepuff girlfriend is nothing but a delight and the exact opposite of him.

(I really really tried. I hope Draco’s character isn’t too ooc, but I thought it’d be so sweet to see cold stone Draco with a soft, cute girlfriend)

One of the things Draco loved most about you was your extreme compassion and empathy. You were, undoubtedly, one of the sweetest people at Hogwarts. Not just to your own house, but all, even Slytherins. Perhaps that is what drew him to you, your innate ability to look past house stereotypes and befriend even the snarkiest of Slytherins. If you were to see Draco and his lovely girlfriend walking the corridors, hand in hand, you’d assume they were holding hands accidentally. Your face always had a beaming, positive smile placed on it. You waved and greeted your friends kindly and exuded an aura of friendliness. Draco, however, was the exact opposite. He scowled, maybe not on purpose, but sneered at the poor souls who happen to look at him. You were light, he was dark. Not that you minded. Whenever you caught him in a glare, you’d squeeze his hand and softly tug.

“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,” 

Draco looked down at your smiling face and couldn’t help but send a small smile back, “And what is ‘that?’” he asked.

“This,” you pointed to your face and pulled an exaggerated scowl, pushing your eyebrows together and pointed the corner of your lips down, “See? Unattractive,”

Draco chuckled softly under his breath and tugged his bag closer on his shoulder, “So now you think I’m unattractive?” 

“No no, darling, not at all. I’m calling your face unattractive,” you leaned closer to him, inhaling his sweet cologne before waving at another friend in the corridor.

“My face is unattractive?” Draco said, feigning hurt.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” you laughed and slapped his arm gently. “But, would it kill you to smile a little?” You reached you and tried to drag his cheek up with your finger to form a smile.

“I smile when I’m with you, that’s enough smiling for my life.”

“Draco, while that is quite adorable and does, in fact, flutter my heart, I mean smiling and saying hello to people, maybe greeting your friends in a nicer way?”

Draco stopped walking and pulled you into a more secluded part of the corridors where you were visible but not quite as seen. His eyes were playful and a smirk printed itself on his lips. Draco’s eyes were mesmerizing, you nearly forgot what you were talking about before raising your eyebrows,

“I don’t have to speak sweetly to anyone but you,” Draco bent his head and placed a peck on your lips. You rolled your eyes with a grin on your face, giving him another small kiss and spun sharply on your heel. “Where are you going?” he called, holding the strap of his bag.

“I’m going to Herbology. See you later, handsome!” 

Draco’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he watched you skip down the hall, giving nods and small ‘hellos’ to the people around you who were making their way to class. Draco shook his head to rid himself of the embarrassing colour that fully displayed his love for you and paced to his next class. 

By the time supper had come around, Draco searched the Great Hall for you. Usually, you were perched on the Hufflepuff bench, chatting happily away with your friends and even turning to talk to some of the Gryffindor’s behind you. However, you were nowhere to be seen. Dinner had started and Draco tapped his foot anxiously. It was only until you had run into the Great Hall, screeching to a stop and searched wildly until you found Draco’s blonde hair amidst the sea of students. You sighed in relief and started towards his table. Draco’s eyes widened as you reached him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and sitting next to him, and across from Pansy.

“Pardon me, I don’t believe you are a Slytherin, are you?” he jokingly whispered in your ear as you started to scoop helpings of food onto your plate.

“Slytherin Blitherin,” you waved your hand, “ ‘s it so wrong to want to sit with my boyfriend?” Your boyfriend shrugged and handed you a roll of bread before asking,

“Where were you anyway? Fighting demons? No, too mean. Were you making daisy chains with the house elves?” His elbow prodded you softly.

“What? No, but actually, thank you for reminding me. I need to have a little visit to the house-elves soon, they really are quite sweet. You really should come with me Draco, they really enjoy stories and absolutely are thrilled if you sit with them for a bit. But, I just woke up too late from a nap, thas’ all.” You smiled and sipped from the goblet in front of you.

“Of course you did,” Draco rolled his eyes and settled into his dinner bench, feeling happy you were beside him.

“Pansy, by the way,” Pansy’s back straightened, she didn’t hate you but she didn’t particularly like you either, nevertheless you continued, “My mother sent me a bottle of that muggle nail polish I told you about. It’s quite cute, I could do your nails later if you’d like,” You offered kindly. Pansy’s eyes widened as she glanced from you to Draco, he shrugged.

“It’s a muggle thing?” Pansy asked curiously,

“Oh yes, but it’s so much easier than doing it with spells, surprisingly. I think it’s quite genius actually, I did mine yesterday night.” you flashed Pansy your fingernails that were delicately painted a light shade of blue. Draco studied you as you began to converse energetically with Pansy, your yellow tie laid nicely on your chest whilst your hair was messily pulled back. He couldn’t help but fall further in love with you as you laughed and even spoke to Blaise a bit about the quidditch teams you were interested in. You were just so simply kind and generous that he even felt a bit guilty. He was worried he would scare you off or even worse, transform your kindness and friendliness to something cold and more like him. However, you seemed to be unchanged and remained the same front the first day he met you. 

“Draco?” His focus was blinked out of his eyes as you peered at you,

“Yes?”

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, wiping your lips insecurely.

“Only beauty,” Draco said. The moment he uttered those words, he regretted it immediately. Blaise howled with laughter whilst Pansy began to tease him. He scowled at them and sent his friends dirty daggers. You beamed at him with a delighted gleam in your eye, 

“Aw, Draco. You’re so sweet, isn’t he sweet?” you turned to Blaise after pressing a quick kiss on Draco’s cheek.

“Oh, the sweetest.” Blaise cooed sarcastically whilst catching his breath. Underneath the table, you squeeze Draco’s hand reassuringly and leaning your head on his shoulder. Draco would never admit this to anyone, except maybe you, but he was changing. He didn’t push first years, nor spend his free periods mocking the stutters and stance of the third years. In fact, he can’t even pin the last snarky comment he made towards Potter.

“Malfoy, maybe you should rethink having a blood traitor sit at our table. It’s quite despicable if you ask me, disgusting even,” A hateful voice sounded from behind you. A few Slytherin boys who you had sadly not friended yet sneered at you. Before Draco could respond angrily and tell him to piss right the fuck off, you chimed up.

“You’re Earl Elmer, right?” You turned and rummaged through your school bag frantically before removing a crumbled piece of parchment and smoothing it down on the table. “‘m sorry if it’s a little torn, I overheard you in Charms the other day. You said you were having trouble, so I took some extra notes for you. I hope they help.” The boy looked nervously at his friends and glared at the parchment before scoffing leaving the Great Hall. You frowned, “I know it’s a little crumpled, but I didn’t think it was that bad,”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, “He’s a bloody twat, don’t bother with Elmer.” 

“I don’t want him to be upset. If I made him angry or something of the sort I’d be gutted.”

“You’re too kind sometimes,” Draco mumbled over the chatter of the Great Hall, “you barely notice when someone’s being a right arse to you.”

“I think he has the potential to be actually quite kind,”

“Don’t count on it. Now, eat your dessert or you’ll be cranky later.” You sniffed before nodding and reaching for a cup of pudding. Draco’s heart thumped, even after being treated awfully, you still went out of your way to be kindhearted to someone. You were too good for him, and he knew it.

“If you want me to, I’ll hex him,” Pansy offered, biting into her cupcake. 

“That’s nice, Pansy, but I think I’ll pass.” You said, leaning on Draco’s shoulder again, humming contently.

In your room, you laid on your stomach with your textbook. You groaned loudly making Draco look up from his spot on your bed. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, pulling you lay back so your back was on his chest.

“I hate Transfiguration,” you grumbled, “I can barely make out the words anymore.”

“Oh? Hate? I wasn’t sure that word was in your dictionary,” Draco teased, combing his fingers through your hair.

“It’s not, maybe I’ve been spending too much time with you,” you teased back.

“Maybe,” he bent his neck to kiss your cheek, “Transfiguration can’t be that hard.” 

“It is, you don’t even understand, my brain is exhausted, it’s simply too hard,” you said dramatically,

“I’m in your class, Love.”

“But still! You’re a smarty smarty pants. And I’m just a dumb dumb.”

“You’re a Prefect,” He pointed out. “And, not to mention, one of the smartest witches in our year.”

“You know what, you are the loveliest boyfriend ever,” you switched positions so you were in his lap and cradled his face. You pecked kisses on his face affectionately, his hands sliding on your hips and down your thighs. 

“What’s with all the kisses?” Draco wasn’t complaining, but he didn’t want to turn your head from studying either. 

“You just look so cute sitting there, I couldn’t help it. Thought you deserved some kisses!” you smiled and kissed his neck lightly and then locking your lips with his. Everything about your kisses made his head swoon, he forgot about the war, the darkness his family that engulfed his family and even his own battles with anxiety and sadness. He melted instantly into your touch, moving his hands tentatively to hug your waist. You tasted of berries and the muggle chapstick you insisted on wearing in the winters to prevent chapped lips. You felt his hands wander softly, almost scared as you nipped at his bottom lip leaving him breathless. For someone so sweet, you kissed like a woman on a mission. Your hips slowly grinding into his and the top buttons of his shirt coming undone. His lips trailed down your neck and above your collar bone, focusing on the soft skin that begged him to bite. Draco felt as though his heart would plummet into the ground as you pulled your shirt off. 

“I-” he stuttered,

“Yes?” You asked innocently,

Draco raised so he was leaning on his elbows whilst you straddled him. Your fingers quicker to unbutton his shirt, as he ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it softly. You moaned as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. A sudden knock at the door made you bolt upright. Your hair a mess from Draco’s pulling and your lips swollen from Draco’s kisses. You gasped, realizing your shirt had been thrown across the room and Draco’s was mostly unbuttoned. Draco whined at the lack of contact but you shot him a warning look before shoving a sweater over your head. You swung open the door looking for who had knocked only to lower your eyes and see a young Hufflepuff from first year.

“I’m sorry to interrupt!” She squeaked, “I just had a, uh, a question on my Transfiguration homework but I can go,” as she turned you caught her shoulder and sent her a soft look,

“No worries! Transfiguration can be tricky, can’t it?” You looked over your shoulder at Draco who looked up at the ceiling with annoyance, tapped his wrist to signal to hurry up. Obviously, he wanted to get back to kissing his gentle girlfriend. You shooshed him and twirled to speak to the Hufflepuff, “Maisie, right?” She nodded, “Will you just hold on one second, then my brain and my skills are all yours.”

You closed the door and rushed around your dorm, throwing clothes into your chest and frantically tidying up. Draco watched amused, legs stretched out on the bed with his arms under his head and his back against the headboard.

“Can’t you just tell her to bugger off?” he asked, motioning for you to come closer,

“Absolutely not. One, that’s rude. And two, it may seem foreign to you, but I do actually want to help her.”

“But we were... doing stuff,” Draco whined, it was unlike his character to beg but he had just gotten a taste of you and was starving for more.

“Were we?” You joked and pointed at his shirt, “You better button-up, buttercup!” Draco grumbled and complied as you threw the door open. 

“Come in, come in!” You motioned her forwards, she stepped cautiously into your dorm, observing the nice moss plants you had hanging as well as the cozy rug you had placed on the floor. Her eyes wandered to Draco’s figure and instantly froze in fear,

“If-if you have guests, Y/N, I can always come later,” She stuttered, fiddling with her textbook.

“What him? Don’t worry, he’s nothing but a big ole bloke who just so happens to be dating me. Plus, what are Prefects for? Now, take a seat, you can sit on the bed or on the desk,”

Draco sent her a glare making her respond quickly, “I’ll sit at the desk.” You mentally scolded Draco before helping your first-year friend with her homework.

As you bid her goodbye after helping her with her homework and sending her off with a lolly, you shut the door and sighed with happiness. Draco’s arms opened, motioning for you to fall into them and lay comfortably on his chest.

“I’m so happy,” you mumbled into his shirt,

“Is that so?”

“I love helping people,”

“I noticed.” Draco rubbed soothing circles on your back,

“‘m tired,” you yawned.

“How is it that you have so much energy to help people and care for them when you’re just a small little thing?” Draco’s voice was low, nearly lulling you to sleep. He truly was amazed at your capabilities to be so good-hearted and pure.

“I love helping people,” your eyes drooped, “just as much as I love you,”

“I love you as well,” Draco soothingly petted your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead, allowing you to drift into a lovely and blissful sleep.

#Draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagines #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

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Todo Comenzo Con Una Sonrisa (It All Started With A Smile) (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Who knew a smile could turn into something so much more between you and Zelina Vega? And who knew the snarkiest woman in WWE would be the one to smile first. 

Of course, with an annoyed eye roll you see Andrade and Zelina’s interview end, the two making their way down the hallway passed you.  

Andrade’s face remains impassive, whereas Zelina gives you a soft smile, something completely uncharacteristic for the woman, so uncharacteristic that even Andrade is looking at her with a furrowed brow.  

You can’t help but look over your shoulder as she and the United States Champion move down the hallway.  

You blush.  

You always did like red.  

                                                            ***

Zelina’s smile is something that becomes a common occurrence, the woman beaming every time she sees you.  

She smiles at you so much so that other Superstars backstage have taken notice.  

You were one of the newest members of the roster, thus you spent a lot of time by yourself, that was until Zelina Vega came along.  

“Hey.” She smiles as she leans against the wall beside you, her smile bright and brown orbs shining.  

“Uhh, hi.” You smile shyly and your cheeks flushing as the woman grins.  

“I’m sure you’ve heard of me, and Andrade.” She nods down the hallway to where the man is standing. His face is impassive as he gives you a nod, but the second you turn away he smirks and gives Zelina a wink.

Zelina gives him a glare as she turns her attention back to you, her eyes and smile softening.  

“I just wanted to uh, introduce myself.” Zelina grins and you give her an equally bright smile.  

“Well it’s nice to meet you.”  

You realize rather quickly that Andrade has a match as Zelina gives you a nod and a small smile before she makes her way down the hall and eventually out of sight.  

You let out a hum.  

Guess you better learn how to roll your r’s.  

                                                            ***

The next time Zelina approaches you is a week or two later, after a bloody match with Charlotte Flair that ended with a cut above your eyebrow.  

“That looks deep.”  

You pick your head up at the sound of Zelina’s voice and you give her a small smile.  

“Doc said it didn’t need stitches.” You shrug and Zelina frowns as she takes a step towards where you're sitting on the top of a wheeled box. She boldly, spreads your legs, moving to stand between them so she can get a better look at the wound on your forehead.  

Your eyes widen as she cringes, her fingers gently brushing against your injured flesh.  

You inhale sharply and she frowns.  

“Sorry.” She says as she takes a step back.  

“Just, take care of it.” She smiles softly and you nod, giving her a small half smile.  

“I will.”  

As per usual, Andrade makes his way towards the two of you, giving you a nod before he and Zelina take their leave, the woman glancing over her shoulder back at you, but when she sees you watch her, she’s quick to turn away.  

You glance down at your hands and smile.  

                                                            ***

Unbeknownst to you, Andrade and Zelina are making their way down the hall, and though Zelina doesn’t notice you, Andrade does.  

He gives Zelina a nudge, the woman turning to him with a furrowed brow, but when he nods towards where you’re standing, she blushes.  

Andrade gives her a small smile before giving her a shove towards you, though she gives him a glare, she makes her way towards where you’re standing.  

You feel a tap on your shoulder and jump, turning around quickly.  

When you realize Zelina is standing behind you, you give her a grin.  

“Hey.” You say softly, still not as confident as the woman in front of you.  

“You ever going to not be shy around me?” She smiles and you laugh.

To say she loves the sound is an understatement and in all honesty she’d do whatever she could to hear it again.  

“Maybe.” You shrug. “I’ve just never been confident.”  

Zelina smiles as she places her hand on your forearm.  

“Well, you don’t have to be anyone other than yourself with me.”  

Your eyes widen as they dart from her hand, to her dark brown orbs, to her hand and back, your cheeks a bright red.  

Zelina is about to pull her hand away when you cover it with your own.  

Zelina’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushed.  

“I’ll keep that in mind.”  

                                                            ***

Wordlessly, you take a seat next to an aggravated Zelina Vega the woman glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.  

She’d been kicked out of ringside during Andrade’s match with Ricochet and needless to say, she was far from happy.  

A part of you worries that she may turn her anger on you, but when she leans her head on your shoulder you relax, an arm slipping around her middle.  

Zelina’s brown orbs disappear behind her eye lids as she takes a deep, calming breath.  

Though she was angry, she felt a sense of calm when you were around, and with you at her side her anger ebbed away.  

Andrade makes his way backstage, covered in sweat as he searches for Zelina, when he does find her, he smiles softly.  

Reluctantly approaching the two of you only when you notice him.  

He gives you a nod before Zelina quickly sits up, blinking rapidly as she slips off the table.  

Andrade had of course picked up the win, which of course brightened Zelina’s mood, but most of the credit belonged to the woman who was still sitting on the table.  

“Thank you.” Zelina whispers and you grin, giving her a single nod.  

“What are friends for?” You ask and Zelina’s lips split into a massive grin, one that makes your heart stutter in your chest, she nods.  

“Of course.”  

                                                            ***

Zelina had been spending more and more time with you backstage, going so far as to pick you over Andrade, but he didn’t seem to mind, he’d just give you a nod and a half smile before taking his leave.  

“Just, please be careful.” Zelina frowns as you move to your feet, your No Disqualification match with Kairi Sane coming up next.  

“I’ll try.” You give her a smile and a nod.  

You go to take your leave, but before you can, Zelina surprises you by wrapping her arms around you from behind her face buried between your shoulder blades. 

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you cover her hands with your own.  

“I’ll be careful. I promise.”  

                                                            ***

Unfortunately for you, nothing in a No DQ match is guaranteed, but what you knew was guaranteed was Asuka interfering to aid her Kabuki Warrior teammate.  

“EL IDOLO!”  

Your eyes widen at the sound of Andrade’s music and much to the WWE Universe’s surprise, Zelina runs down to the ring, leaping in the air, her legs wrapping around Asuka’s neck as she flings her out of the ring.  

Kairi moves to her feet and rushes the woman, but with her back turned you roll her up for the 1, 2, 3.  

Your music sounds throughout the arena and you grin, Zelina taking your hand and holding it high in the air, her dazzling smile on display.  

The fans are noticeably confused at the fact that Zelina Vega, one of the snarkiest women in the WWE had come down to the ring to actually help someone, other than Andrade.  

You eventually leap up the ramp with Zelina’s aid, the two of you stopping again so Zelina can hold your hand in the air.  

“Thanks.” You grin, panting heavily and covered in sweat.  

Zelina grins, shrugging.  

“What are friends for?”  

                                                            ***

Zelina comes to your aid often, but only when you need it, she never interferes in a match and you’re grateful for that.  

Zelina knew you wanted to prove yourself, and she wouldn’t mess that up for you.  

Though, when things turned to the unfair side, she was there, ready to stand side by side with you in the ring, and that’s how the two of you ended up paired together in a tag team match against the Kabuki Warriors.  

You can’t help but flush at the sight of Zelina in her ring gear, more skin on display than you are used to seeing.  

“You ready?” Zelina gives you a smile and you clear your throat, cheeks still dusted pink.  

“Ready.”  

                                                            ***

Much to your dismay, and of course, after a bit of tricks from the Kabuki Warriors, you end up with a face full of green mist and a loss on your record.  

Zelina is quick to get in the ring, cringing when she sees your face is covered in bright green what looks like paint.  

She guides you backstage, Andrade quick to wordlessly join the two of you on your way to the trainer’s room.  

“Fuck it burns.” You growl as the doctor starts washing out your eyes.  

Though you can’t see her, you can hear her pacing back and forth in front of you, Zelina is livid, she rambling in Spanish and of course, you can’t understand a word coming out of her mouth.  

Your vision is blurry when it eventually clears, well clears as much as it can.  

Zelina’s lip is curled in a snarl, though when she sees your Y/E/C orbs through the green mist, she’s immediately at your side.  

She scares the doctor off, growling at him in Spanish before he leaves, allowing her to be the one to clean your face.  

Despite her anger, Zelina is gentle as she cleans your green face to the best of her abilities.  

With her so close, you catch a whiff of her body wash and to say you’re immediately addicted is an understatement.  

It’s something you’d be happy to smell everyday.  

Zelina is in much of a similar state, being in such a close proximity allowing her to not only feel your body heat, but smell a scent that she can’t place, but is entirely you.

She can’t help herself, she strokes her neck, her fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the base of your neck.  

You let out a lengthy sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as you lean into her touch.  

Andrade silently slips out of the room, giving the two of you some privacy.  

Zelina is careful and tender as she continues to clean your face, cheeks flushed as you basically purr under her ministrations her long nails digging into the nape of your neck.  

She eventually takes a step back to look at her work, and though your face is relatively clear, your hair is another story.  

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout as you stare at Zelina, a nearby mirror revealing the extent of the mess to your face.

Zelina bites her bottom lip and suddenly, she lets out a snort.

Her laughter is contagious as you chuckle, shaking your head back and forth as you playfully smack Zelina’s arm.  

“Shut up.”  

“You have to admit it was a little funny.” She shrugs and you roll your eyes, albeit playfully.  

“Yeah for you.” You gripe, though you can’t help but laugh.

Andrade’s smiles at the sound of your and Zelina’s laughter, happy that despite the situation the two of you still could make one another happy.  

                                                            ***

Unfortunately for you, you could only get a bit of the green shit out of your hair and when you showed up to work again, you still had green strands of hair.  

The second Zelina sees you she smirks and you roll your eyes, giving her a playful nudge as the two of you move side by side.  

“Culo.” You say and Zelina gasps.  

“I am not an ass.” She smacks your arm and you snicker.  

“I call it as I see it.”

                                                            ***

“No, like this.” Zelina shakes her head as she yet again tries to teach you how to roll your r’s, but again you fall short your bottom lip jutting out in a pout.  

Zelina shakes her head as she cups your cheek, her nails digging into the nape of your neck like they had a month or two ago. She quickly realized that was your ‘spot’ and had used it to her advantage a multitude of times.  

You hum, smiling lazily as you lean back into her fingers.  

Zelina blushes, her lips splitting into a grin as she runs her thumb along the curve of your jaw.  

“Come on, let’s try again.” She grins and you let out a pitiful whine when she stops scratching the back of your neck.  

Zelina shakes her head with a giggle and your eyes flutter open.  

You let out a lengthy, yawn before nodding.  

“I’m ready.”  

                                                            ***

You’d been practicing for weeks in secret, rolling you r’s as you read the phrase you’d been muttering under your breath, over and over again.  

Even during your matches you’d been uttering the phrase, much to your opponent's confusion.  

When you feel confident enough in yourself you make your way towards Zelina backstage, your heart racing in your chest.  

“Are you alright?” She asks the second she sees you and you nod, your tongue swiping against your lips.  

You glance out of the corner of your eye at Andrade, who eyes you for a moment before giving you a small smile and a nod.  

He suddenly walks off, leaving Zelina entirely confused.  

“Umm...” You clear your throat, your cheeks heating up, turning blood red.  

Zelina gently cups your cheek, her nails yet again digging into the back of your neck.  

“What’s wrong?” She asks with a nervous frown and you swallow hard, her ministrations calming you down.  

Zelina’s eyes widen when you lean forwards, her tongue reflexively swiping against her lips, the thought of your lips against hers sending a chill down her spine.  

Though, you bypass her lips in favor of leaning towards her ear.  

You surprise her by wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close, drawing the attention of a number of your fellow superstars.  

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath and inhaling the woman’s sweet scent.  

With her fingers still scraping against the nape of your neck, you find the courage to let the phrase you’d been practicing over and over again for weeks tumble from your open mouth.

“Estoy Enamorado De Ti.”  

I’m in love with you. 

Andrade grins from where he’s standing. He was far away enough to give the two of you privacy, but he’d strained his ears as much as he could to hear what you’d said.  

Meanwhile Zelina lets out a gasp, pulling back so she can look into your Y/E/C eyes.  

Her brown orbs dart around your face, hopefully, her eyes shining as her lips split into a massive, dazzling smile.  

“Te Quiero Tambien.” She whispers and you grin, a tear streaking down your cheek.  

I love you too. 

Zelina leans forwards her lips finally pressing against yours.  

You smile into the kiss, Zelina also smiling into the kiss.  

You pull back only to lean back in and kiss her again, her bottom lip trapped between your lips.  

Zelina brings her other hand up, cupping both your cheeks as the two of you part.  

Her brown orbs flutter open, your Y/E/C orbs fluttering open seconds after.  

The second your eyes lock with hers you grin.  

Your foreheads meet and you grin, closing your eyes as you lean up and press a kiss to her smooth skin before whispering against it. 

“Todo Comenzo Con Una Sonrisa.”  

#WWE imagine #zelina vega #Zelina Vega x Reader #zelina vega imagine

[zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen]

‘Honeybee’

A quick Valentine’s Day fic from your friendly neighborhood Penguin, Zwei!

Fandom: RWBY

One-Shot Fluff

Words: 2115 ish

Ships: Bumbleby with a side of White Rose

Insert Song: ‘Honeybee’ by Steam Powered Giraffe. Listen to it, it jams!

Synopsis: Blake sings Yang a song during a lazy-ish day at the dorm. Bees with suffering Weiss. A hit of White Rose at the end. Was feeling mushy since it’s Heart-Shaped Candy Day. Enjoy?

Blake lay in her bottom bunk, strumming her acoustic guitar with a jazzy rhythm. She plucked and popped the strings in time, the metal vibrating against the wood and projecting the sultry sounds of her mellifluous chords. Her gold eyes gleamed like the beams of a sunset. She swayed to her rhythm, her black hair bouncing as it waved in time. Yang could hardly take her eyes away from the hairpin curve of Blake's grin. She found herself moving to Blake's tunes, her golden mane waving here and there. Yang could see her girlfriend's lips curve further upward at that, almost into a satisfied smirk. "You like my jams, Goldie?" Yang gasped, blushing bright red at Blake's question.

Ah, Blake had the power to turn Yang's face into a tomato. She was pretty good at it, although she didn't have to try. Blake gazed into Yang's eyes, the soft purple irises like lavender flowers. Once she was no longer a tomato, Yang picked her head up and grinned her confident smile back at Blake. The sight of Yang's shimmering teeth and her jawline's sharp curve caused Blake's eyes to turn to stars. She even forgot the chord she was supposed to play next. She cursed under her breath.

"GAY!" Weiss shouted playfully from her desk, where she'd been completing assignment after miserable assignment for hours now. If her hair had not already been whiter than snow, the stress of these classes would have turned it that way. It was almost like every professor at Beacon thought that their class was the only one their students were studying.

It didn't help that Ruby distracted her all the time. The rosy little redhead didn't do it intentionally; she was just too cute for her own good... or Weiss's, for that matter. What with her eyes that shone like precious metal, her perpetually smiling face perfectly framed by her bob of red-tipped brown hair, and her muscles. Good gods, Ruby's arms were shredded. Lugging around a 40 some odd pound gardening tool was no easy task, Weiss figured. Her legs were toned and muscular from ceaseless running, too.

"You would know, wouldn't you, Princess?" Blake nicked. Weiss rolled her icy blues at the remark, continuing her mountain of homework. Blake strummed a new tune, her jangly chords dancing through the room at her command. Yang stood up and danced along, making Blake's face a tomato but failing to break her concentration. Blake's changed tunes abruptly, moving into a softer piece. Yang found it hard to dance to this pattern so she took a seat on the bed next to Blake. The way Blake's fingers moved across the neck of her guitar hypnotized Yang. She almost didn't realize Blake asked her a question.

"So, you want to hear a new jam I'm working on?" Blake had asked. Yang blushed lightly as she came to and nodded.

"I'm always down to hear you, Blakey! What have you got for me?" Yang queried, her lilac eyes shining at the idea. Blake gave a half-smirk as she picked out a few notes and strummed a new beat.

"Well... there's this girl, right?"

"Yeah?" Yang played along. She could hear Weiss making exaggerated gagging noises from her desk, but she paid the Princess no mind. Her Black Cat was talking, and Blake's was the only voice the Golden Dragon cared to hear.

"We've been going kind of steady, and I'm really into her. I think she likes me almost as much, but I know I like her more." Blake's pupils seemed to widen as she looked at Yang again. Yang could get lost in the sunset of Blake's golden eyes. She blushed when one of Blake's cat ears wiggled and twitched.

"Could you two get any gayer?" Weiss casually asked, continuing to throw shade at the two Bees. The couple paid her no attention. Shade was Weiss's second language after all, so everyone in her vicinity hardly noticed it anymore.

"Ooh, did you write a song for your pretty lady friend, Kitty Cat?" Yang asked excitedly. She could feel the stars in her eyes already. Blake smirked her catty smirk again, driving Yang positively bonkers.

"I certainly did. Tell me if you think she'll enjoy it, please?" Blake replied, strumming all the while. She found the beat again once she stopped talking and began her song.

You didn't have to look my way

Your eyes still haunt me to this day

But you did, yes you did

You didn't have to say my name

Ignite my circuits, start a flame

But you DI-I-I-ID

Oh, Turpentine, erase me whole,

Because I don't want to live my life alone.

Well, I was waiting for you all my life

Oh, Why?

Set me free, my Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE!

Honey BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE!

Blake usually didn't look around the room while she was singing or playing the guitar, but this song was just chords so it was simple enough that she had the chance. Yang's eyes were slowly turning into hearts at the lyrics. Blake also swore she saw Weiss lightly bouncing along to her new song. If the resident Snow White enjoyed it, then the song was good. She figured she could sing one more verse and chorus, then.

You didn't have to smile at me

Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen

But you did, yes you did

You didn't have to offer your hand

Because since I've kissed it I am at your command

But you DI-I-I-ID

Oh, Turpentine, erase me whole

Because I don't want to live my life alone

Well, I was waiting for you all my life!

Oh, Why?

Set me free, me Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE

Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE

Blake's strumming came to a sudden stop. With her snarkiest grin, she told Yang, "That's all you get for free, Honeybee!" The hearts in Yang's eyes were all the proof Blake needed that her song was perfect.

"Oh, there's more?" Yang pleaded, putting on her best pout for good measure.

"I think I have a bridge that could work with the song... but again, I'll have to charge you to hear that."

"Name your price, my love!" Yang commanded, her voice booming through the dorm room.

"Twenty thousand Lien!" Blake joked. Weiss's face hit the table at that.

"Geez, do you think I'm made of money, Kitty Cat?" Yang replied with more pouting.

"I accept butt rubs, too. You have to match my price, though. One rub equals one Lien. That's my last offer, Honeybee!" Blake replied with a chortle. Yang laughed under her breath but attempted to maintain the conversational shenanigans if only to annoy Weiss Cream. The Princess muttered something about their exchange being 'the gayest thing she had ever heard with her own ears' but neither Blake nor Yang paid that any mind.

"As much as I love rubbing your behind, I think twenty thousand rubs might be a bit excessive..."

"If you use both hands, that would make it only ten thousand." Blake giggled at her girlfriend.

"You drive a hard bargain, Miss Belladonna! I believe I shall accept your terms!" Yang finally replied. She snuggled up close to Blake and ran her hands down Blake's back, resting each one upon one side of Blake's rear end.

"Oh, yeah, there are rules here. Butt only, nowhere lower. At least, not while we still have company..." Blake added. She was certain Weiss would get lost if they kept this up. That way they could be alone together.

"Aww, but what about your thighs? They're so soft! I'm sure Weiss Cream would get jealous, though."

"Oh, thank Gods! Ruby just messaged me! She's done with her extracurriculars, so we're supposed to hang out! I guess that means I'll be going!" Weiss spoke up, standing up from her seat at the desk and grabbing her jacket.

"See? Now she can go touch Ruby's soft thighs so she won't be jealous!" Blake joked as Weiss pulled her jacket over her arms and zipped it halfway up.

"Soft? Lies! Ruby's thighs are rock solid, just like the rest of her body!" Weiss jabbed. Her icy blue eyes widened when she realized what she had just said and to whom she had said it.

"How do you know what my sister's thighs feel like, Weiss Cream?" Yang asked in a fakely interrogating fashion. When she looked to Weiss for an answer, Weiss was no longer there. A dashed white line roughly in the shape of Weiss was all that remained. It blinked three times before disappearing entirely. "Aaaand she's gone!"

"You know those two do stuff, right? They might not do it all, but they definitely mess around a bit," Blake told Yang. She felt a rough squeeze at her left buttock. "OH BABY!" She joked. Yang leaned her head into the nape of Blake's neck and laughed. "Good Gods, don't do that!"

"You're so playful, Kitty Cat!" Yang retorted, lightly nibbling on Blake's shoulder blade and sliding one hand down one of Blake's squishy thighs. "But yes, I know they play around, and I'm good with it. Ruby really likes Weiss, and Weiss really likes her. I trust her to respect Ruby's boundaries, and I'll break her kneecaps if she doesn't. She and I have had this talk already."

"Well, that's good to know." Blake grinned as she strummed some new chords. Yang recognized this tune as a poppy rendition of 'Fly Me To The Moon'.

"Do I seriously have to rub your ass ten thousand times to hear the rest of that song?"

"Absolutely!" Blake smirked, winking one of her golden eyes at Yang. "I'll give you something good afterward, Honeybee!"

"Well, it was a breathtaking song already, Kitty Cat. I can't wait to hear the rest of it." Yang kissed Blake's neck some more, making Blake insane with desire. "I love you!" Yang spoke into Blake's neck.

"I love you too, Honeybee." Blake smiled softly, strumming away as her girlfriend's hands explored her behind.

\/\/\/\/\/

"I swear to the Gods, Ruby, you messaged me at the perfect time!" Weiss bragged to her girlfriend. The little red slayer grinned at the remark as she took a lick from her ice cream cone.

"They must have really been gaying the dorm up, huh?" Ruby replied with a chuckle, earning a laugh from Weiss. Ruby gazed into Weiss's icy blues for a long moment, as it was like staring up at the endless blue sky on a summer day. The curve of Weiss's grin when she laughed sent Ruby on a journey of noticing details about her beautiful girlfriend. There was an eyelash on her cheek, but Ruby was too distracted to say anything.

Weiss's flowing white hair moved in time with her words, waving and bouncing like falling snow in the wind. This led Ruby to Weiss's shoulders, the slim shoulders that had once carried the weight of the world. Her eyes then landed on her chest and midriff. For such a slim girl, Weiss was well put together. The slightest semblance of muscles poked out from her tight arms and washboard abdomen. Ruby loved planting kisses all over those itty bitty abs.

"Remnant to Ruby? Are you still with us?" Weiss asked, snapping Ruby back to reality.

"Sorry, Snowdrop. I was looking at your abs again..." Ruby confessed, her face turning bright red.

"Aww, look at my sweet little tomato..." Weiss teased lightly, making Ruby blush even redder. She was almost the shade she was named for at this point. Ruby's silver eyes glimmered like a piece of precious metal. Weiss caught herself looking down at Ruby's neck, her eyes traveling ever lower to see the red slayer's curves and muscles. Ruby's arms were relentlessly jacked, and her abs just wouldn't quit. She hadn't been completely honest with Yang, though; Ruby's thighs were just soft enough for Weiss to enjoy. "I just got distracted by your muscles, too..." Weiss confessed. It was her turn to become a tomato face now.

"Ha, I've still got it!" Ruby bragged. Weiss scoffed at the remark.

"We've been dating for maybe two months, Flower Pot. You haven't had the time to lose 'it' yet!" The two of them shared a laugh as they finished their ice cream. They stood up, bumping into one another by mistake. They both blushed ten shades of red at that.

"I love you, Snowdrop..." Ruby told her softly, her heart melting at the words like it always did.

"I love you, too, Gemstone..." Weiss replied. Their lips came together in a soft peck, and the two of them held hands as they left the ice cream parlor and began their walk back to the school.

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#RWBY #fanfic #mine #Bumbleby #White Rose #Blake x Yang #Yang x Blake #Ruby x Weiss #Weiss x Ruby #Ruby Rose (RWBY) #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #ZweI The Penguin With A Pen #Fluff #shameless fluff #fluffier than cotton candy I tell ya hwat! #Happy Valentines Day! #Heart-Shaped Candy Day #I don't really care for Valentine's but RWBY got me in the spirit I guess #just waiting on tomorrow for DISCOUNTED CANDY!!

[imaginethathaikyuu]

this is my first time requesting! may i ask for a tsukishima trying to deny the fact that he has the biggest crush on the (preferably female) reader but all he can think of is all the good things about her but he's still in denial with himself? thank you i love your work

thank you for the request!its long so u know the drill click keep reading plsfem reader

Tsukishima Kei has a problem. Recently, for the first time in his life, he has become aware of a girl. And not just any girl.

He’s become aware of you.

You and your dumb hair. Your perfume that definitely doesn’t smell like the sweetest strawberries he’s ever smelled. Your stupid hands that he knows are so much smaller than his. The shoes you wear. The dinosaur pin on your backpack. Your handwriting.

He’s become aware of it all. And he is not happy about it.

You sat in the seat in front of his. Ever since first year started, he’s been picking up on little details about you - details that he can’t seem to forget - and it makes him want to curse any and every god in existence that you somehow ended up in his class.

Every day when class and practice are over, when he’s sitting in his bedroom, he convinces himself that he’s forgotten. Forgotten about you and your pretty eyes and your obnoxious laugh and your often chipped nail polish. By the end of the night he can’t even remember what your voice sounds like - and that’s how he likes it. And he’s able to go to bed easily, he isn’t haunted by thoughts of you - he’s managed to get away with not dreaming about you, not even once. And everything is fine.

Then he wakes up, he goes about his routine. No thoughts about girls here - Tsukishima is calm and collected both inside and out. He can focus on practicing. He can look forward to the meal his mother had packed him for lunch. He can listen to Yamaguchi talking about whatever it is that Yamaguchi talks about without being distracted by anything other than the music playing quietly in his headphones.

But as soon as he steps into class and sees you - you were always there before him - all of the anxiety that he spent the entire day before willing away, stormed it’s way back into his chest and his stomach and his fingertips tenfold.

And it sucks.

He doesn’t want to know you.

And he spends the entire class tapping his fingers against his desk, picking at the skin next to his fingernails, even biting his nails.

To make matters worse, recently, you’ve started turning around.

When all of this started, Tsukishima thought he was just being observant. And he was - but he’s not sure when that turned into him thinking about how your hand would fit into is, or how badly he just wants to kiss your forehead to see your cheeks heat up.

You’re so dumb.

And you were turned around now, smiling right at him with that dumb smile that he couldn’t will himself to look away from for too long.

“Tsukki, I didn’t do so hot on this test,” you laughed, referring to the test your teacher had just handed back to the class.

Does she need help studying? Maybe I could -

“You suck,” he replied, trying his hardest to mean it.

You whined, dramatically throwing yourself onto his desk, making some self-deprecating joke that he couldn’t quite hear over the smell of your perfume taking over his senses.

You lifted yourself up and Tsukishima clenched his fists and his jaw. He watched your lips instead of your eyes as you spoke.

“You got a perfect score? You bastard.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond. Talking to you wasn’t easy.

You continued, “I’m this close to asking you on a study date.”

Date. 

“I’m just as close to turning you down,” he replied.

Stupid. 

“Ouch, Tsukki, I think you broke my heart.”

He wished you’d stop calling him that god awful nickname you picked up from Yamaguchi.

“Seriously, I’d appreciate some help…” you said to him. Your tone of voice shifted from your previous happy go lucky attitude - he didn’t like it.

He didn’t like any of your voices and not a single one of your attitudes, but this is the one he likes the least.

Luckily for him that tone was gone quickly, “please, Tsukki! Help me so I don’t fail! I’ll let you brag about it!”

Please, brain, stop me from what I’m about to say. Don’t let me say it. Please.

“I’ll help you if you stop calling me that stupid name.”

Why did I just say that?

It was a joke, really, and the snarkiest thing he could come up with on the spot. But as much as he tried to deny it, he knew how much he wanted to hear his first name leave your lips. It’d be so satisfying and such a turn on.

You giggled. “Deal.”

Fuck.

The rest of class, all he could think about was you. Even when the bell rang, he barely heard it.

He stood up and collected his things quickly, hoping you wouldn’t stop him - maybe what you said before was just a joke, maybe you didn’t actually want to make plans with him.

“Practice doesn’t last too long, does it? I have student council today, anyway, so I’ll meet you outside the gym once our activities are over! Your place is probably closer by than mine, so we can go there, right?”

Do you ever shut up?

“Sure,” he replied.

Keep it at that. Don’t say anything else. You aren’t interested in this.

“Don’t be late.”

You laughed, “I won’t!”

Fuck.

His life would soon be over, now that he’s officially let himself become involved with the girl he’s been cursed by. This didn’t have to happen - if he’d ever learn to hold his tongue.

Maybe, just maybe, you won’t show up.

Tsukishima had to force himself to ignore the ache in his chest caused by that thought.

If you don’t show up, it’d be better for him all around. Maybe he could ditch you before you get here?

No - that’s too impolite. He couldn’t do that; even if a part of him wanted to run away, he couldn’t let himself.

He was frustrated - and nothing would take it away, not even hitting a volleyball as hard as he could.

“You’re doing worse than usual today, Tsukishima,” Hinata said to him during a minute of downtime.

“Fuck off,” Tsukki replied, immediately rolling his eyes at his own angry tone - and at the fact that he couldn’t even come up with a better come back.

“And meaner than usual, too,” Hinata grumbled as he walked away, off to annoy someone else.

Tsukishima wiped the sweat from his brow and forced himself to make it through the last hour of practice.

Getting through practice was the easy part, though - it was getting through the rest of the night that would be difficult.

Just keep reminding yourself how much she sucks. It’ll be fine.

But, as they say, that was much easier said than done. 

It was going to be a long night.

got a request? send it in. i’ll write it. 

#haikyuu!! #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #tsukishima #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu one shot #fluff #scenario

[imagines-by-billie]

Stars.

Request: Could you do a request where Shawn and Nana go skating while in his hometown and it’s all cute and fluffy since she hasn’t in so long so he’s helping her and goofing around. After they go to his house and she gets to see his family again and there’s just a lot of cute moments (him grabbing her from behind, dancing around the kitchen while they do dishes, kisses etc?) then maybe the family throwing teasing comments in a good way making her shy while only egging on Shawn ? Hope that makes sense😂

A/N: I love this request so much!!! It’s so fluffy!!!

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff

Masterlist

Going to the ice rink was one thing. Going to the ice rink with Shawn’s entire family was a whole different thing. You had only met them a couple times before so you were still nervous.

You had known Shawn for atleast 4 years now and had been dating him for about 2 and a half years.

“I haven’t done this in years.”, you stifled a laugh as you stood by the rink.

“I’ll teach you, eh?”, he smiled and held his hand out to you.

“Just don’t let me fall.”, you chuckled.

“The only time I’d let you fall is in love with me.”, he grinned proudly.

“Oh you think you’re so funny, huh?”, you pointed a finger at his chest but smiled anyways.

“Remember that I’m the one keeping you from falling on your ass right now.”, he laughed. You kept your mouth shut and let him guide you around on the ice. He made it seem so easy but it really wasn’t.

“Okay, wait... I think I can do it.”, you said and held your arms straight out.

“Try to get over to me.”, Shawn smiled and got a bit further away from you.

Slowly you glided towards him and when you were just a couple feet away from him you stumbled. Your eyes closed shut as you waited for the ice to hit your face.

“I got you.”, Shawn’s hands were around your waist immidietly, “You alright?”

“Uh... yeah. I’m fine.”, you let out a breathy laugh, “Thanks.”

“Hey, guys! We’re gonna head back, c’mon!”, Aaliyah said from the side of the ice rink.

When you got home to Shawn’s old childhood home it was time to make dinner. You, of course, offered to help but Karen told you to spend some more time with Shawn instead. It was an offer you couldn’t say no to, so you went over to the couch where Shawn was watching TV with Aaliyah.

“Have you asked Y/N yet?”, she asked him, without knowing you were there.

“I was supposed to do it at the ice rink-”

“Ask me what?”, you smiled innocently.

“Nothing!”, Aaliyah smiled, “I’ll go help mom in the kitchen!”, she said to Shawn and ran out the room.

“... what was that about?”, you chuckled and sat down next to him Shawns face was as red as the tomatoes that he hated.

“Did you... you didn’t hear anything, did you?”, he asked.

“No... why?”, you asked with a curious smile.

“No reason... c’mere.”, he said and pulled you into his lap, “You were really cute today.”, he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before resting your head against his chest. His heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to beat out of his chest.

“Are you okay? You’re heart’s beating really fast.”, you asked with a worried expression on your face.

“Uh... yeah... I just...”, he fiddled with something in his pocket on his hoodie.

“Sorry to bother, but dinner’s almost ready.”, Shawn’s dad, Manny, walked in.

“We’ll be there soon...”, Shawn sighed.

“So have you two thought about getting married?”, Karen asked in the middle of dinner. You almost spit out your water.

“Mom...”, Shawn said with a warning tone.

“What? I’m curious.”, she gave Shawn a big grin.

“I wouldn’t be against it.”, you took put your hands on Shawn’s, “It was just such a sudden question.”, you chuckled. Shawn’s face went red again and you looked at him with a concerened expression.

“Are you getting a fever? You’re completely red in the face.”, you put your hand against his forehead but felt no heat difference.

“I’m fine...”, he said and turned back to his food. You saw Karen and Aaliyah turn to each other and giggle slightly with knowing expressions.

After dinner you and Shawn insisted on taking care of the dishes so that the rest of the family could relax for a while. They eventually agreed and went over to the living room.

You and Shawn helped each other with putting things in the dish washer and washing some thing manually.

Soon enough you heard the low beat of a song you recognized coming from the living room.

As your hips started swaying to the beat, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and you let out a giggle. Shawn swayed to two of you around in the kitchen until he eventually turned you around to face him. A big smile was on his face as he saw your slightly tinted pink cheeks.

“Can I have this dance?”, he asked with a chuckle.

“I think you’ve already taken it.”, you answer with a smile. Shawn puts a hand on your waist and take your hand with his free hand. You mimic him and put your hand on his shoulder. He moves you around the tiny space, trying his best not to bump into anything.

You both turn your heads when you hear a snap behind you and a flash blinding you.

“Shit... sorry, you were so cute.”, Aaliyah smiled and went over to the cupboard to grab some snacks.

“Can you tell mom that Y/N and I are going out on a walk?”, Shawn says and grabs your hand to drag you out of there.

“Yeah sure.”, Aaliyah manages to answer before both you and Shawn are putting on your shoes and are out the door.

“What was that about?”, you chuckle as you walk beside him down the nice neighborhood.

“I just want you alone.”, he sighed.

“We went to your parents house to meet them again, Shawn.”, you laughed.

“... not entirely.”, he muttered.

“What do you mean?”, you ask.

“C’mon!”, he takes your hand again and pull you away.

You end up at a playground. Slowy, the two of you sway back and forth on the swings in the same pace.

“What are we doing out here? It’s cold.”, you looked up at the star filled sky. Shawn took off his hoodie and gave it to you.

“Thanks.”, you mumble and put it on, his cologne was prominent as you took a deep breath in.

“It’s really beautiful.”, you said as you looked up at the stars, trying to count a couple but forgetting what number you were on quickly.

“Mhm...”, Shawn hums in return. You turn to him and he’s looking straight at you. The red on your cheeks grew more prominent as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. He was the first one to break your eyecontact.

“Remember the first time we met?”, he asked suddenly.

“Yeah...”, you chuckle at the memory, “You barged into the café I was working at, demanding to get to know my name.”

“No... that wasn’t the first time we met.”, he laughed, “I’m pretty sure we were in a park, like this one.”

You tried to remember but couldn’t for the life of you.

“You were sitting on one of the swings, looking up at the stars. Since you were a young girl, all alone in the night I decided to be a gentleman. I sat down next to me... you looked like you had seen a ghost.”

“What? Was I supposed to just sit there when a stranger sits down next to me?”, you giggled.

“It was just funny, okay?”, he defended, “Anyways, I asked you if you were okay... and you answered in the snarkiest voice I’ve ever heard ‘Why shouldn’t I be?’”

“You were kind of intruding my privacy.”, you smile, “And I apologiesed later for that!”

“I know, I know. But after we started talking you told me that your friend was in another country and you missed her so-”

“So I looked at the sky to remember that we’re both have the same stars looking down on us.”, you laughed at how you used to be so metaphorical.

“And then I walked you home...”, he smiled sweetly, “Only to find you a couple days later at the café...”

“That’s when you barged in, right?”, you laughed, “I thought I had given you the wrong order or something...”

Shawn laughed and you couldn’t help but to look at him as he tilted his head back and laughed towards the star filled sky. He looked like he belonged in an art museum next to the Mona Lisa.

“Why are you talking about this anyways?”, you asked with a curious smile.

“Well, what you said... that we’re all under the same sky. It stuck with me, I think about it a lot when I’m on tour, away from you.”, he sighed, “We’re so far away from each other, but atleast we’re under the same sky. Nothing has ever stuck with me like that.”

“Really?”, you smiled and took his hand.

He was somehow cold and clammy at the same time. Most of all he was shaking like crazy.

“Yeah... what I’m trying to say is that... you’ve had an effect on me, for the better. You’ve made me a better person and I love you for it.”, he squeezed your hand before letting it go completely. Shawn started fiddling with something in his pocket. You couldn’t even say a single word, because you knew what was happening.

“I know that you’ll always support me no matter what and that’s more than I could ever ask for.”, he got off the swing and sat down on one knee, “So that’s why I’m sure of my decision now... I want to be yours forever and I want you to be mine forever.”, he took your hands in his as he reached in his pocket to get out a black velvet box.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, was this really happening.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”, he smiled and opened the box to show a silver ring. He wasn’t joking, otherwise he wouldn’t have a joke. You looked around to see if anyone was filming, indicating that it was a prank. No one was there, it was only the two of you. Slowly you started nodding as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Yes.”, you whispered.

With shaky hands Shawn slid the ring on your left ring finger and as soon as you did you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you...”, you muttered against his hair.

“I love you too.”, Shawn pulled away to look at you only to press his lips against yours.

After just hugging for a couple minutes you get ready to leave. Shawn kept you close to his side the entire walk home.

As soon as you open the door the entire Mendes family was looking your way.

“She said yes.”, Shawn smiled and the entire house was filled with cheers. You showed your left hand with a bright smile on your face.

That night when you got into bed next to Shawn in the guest bedroom your bright smile was still there.

“I’m your fiancé...”, you mumble happily before kissing his lips quickly.

“You are.”, he smiled back and pecked your lips.

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[romanssippycup]

Undeniably Important Chapter 4: Playful Banter

Chapter 4 is here. This one is much shorter compared to the chapters after this however. After this chapter the setting really begins to be shown. It’s a long setting but I wanted to get a feel for the characters first before plunging them into a foreign exciting angst-ridden story. I hope you all like this next chapter though. Once again taglist is at the bottom.

Chapter 1 -- Chapter 2 -- Chapter 3

Anxiety quickly teleported to his room and locked the door. After taking a deep breath, he yawned and trudged lazily to his bed. Pulling out his phone, Anxiety checked the time.

8:37 am

He groaned and fell face first into the black sheets of the covers. He just wanted to sleep the rest of the day away and forget that he had a job to do. The fact that Thomas was going out with friends only put more stress on him. He had to find an outlet, stress-reliever, or something to get everything that was happening off of his mind. His thoughts immediately trailed to the guitar sitting in his closet. Anxiety did enjoy playing the guitar, but he rarely ever did because he was afraid one of the other aspects would hear and then he would have to answer a thousand questions pertaining to his 'hidden' talent.

Anxiety struggled to unbury his face from the bed and turned to look at the Fender, the strings gleaming from his closet. Part of him badly wanted to pick up the string instrument and strum his worries away, but he decided against it.

"I'll play you later tonight." He whispered in the direction of the guitar as if it were a person.

Anxiety climbed up on his bed so his head was on his pillow and surfed through his playlists of music. Evanescence will always be his favorite band, but he had recently been getting into other bands such as Shinedown and Skillet. Anxious to listen to a new album, Anxiety searched his bedside tables for his head phones, which after moving a couple articles of dark clothing, he found them. Darn, the cord was all tangled up. Anxiety groaned in irritation.

After a minute or two spent unraveling the wires, he plugged in his headphones and listened to Haunted by Evanescence to see if they were working correctly. He sighed in relief as the familiar sounds rushed at his ears drowning out the world around him. He stopped the song midway through to change the playlist to the new album that had just come out. Once he pressed play, Anxiety felt his body relax the same way it did when the milk hit his system last night.

With eyes on the ceiling and music in his ears, Anxiety sunk into his bed. He felt better.

9:45 am

Anxiety had just finished the tenth song of the album, and was about to play the next one when he heard a knock at his door.

He pulled off his headphones. "Who is it?" he yelled. He wanted to finish his album before anyone interrupted his peace and quiet.

"This is Logan." Whenever Logan knocked on anyone's door, he always had something important to say.

Anxiety whined slightly. "Can it wait like 10 minutes?" He yelled back from his bed. Getting up was the last thing he wanted to do.

"We aren't on any sort of time frame, so I don't see why not. Thomas will be appearing in the mind palace about 10 am though. He expects everyone to be there. You have until then."

"Thanks mom!" Anxiety yelled back and quickly plugged his ears back up with his headphones so he didn't hear Logan's response. He chuckled to himself and began to listen to the last few songs of the album.

10:01 am

Thomas materialized in the mind palace. "Hey everybody!" He stretched and made his way towards the center couch in the living room.

Logan was waiting for him, sitting in the same spot that he had fell asleep in last night, holding the list in his hands. "Hello again, Thomas."

"Morning Logan!" Thomas flopped on the center couch and slapped his own thighs zealously, ready for the day.

Princey teleported to the couch facing away from the kitchen. "Good morning again Thomas! How was laundry?" He clapped his hands and a personified tea set teleported in front of him. Princey daintily sipped tea as he waited for the other aspects to arrive.

"I got most of it done. Hey Princey. Are you and Logan on better terms now?" Thomas asked eyeing the two aspects respectively.

Seeing that Roman was too busy drinking tea, Logan answered for him. "Affirmative. But, I cannot deny that my trust for you was halved." Logan motioned to Princey and then continued scribbling on his notepad.

Roman flinched at his words. "Yikes. Well, I deserved that. Heh heh...heh..." Princey's voice trailed off as he scratched his neck in regret.

Morality suddenly appeared next to Princey on the couch. "Heya kiddos! I don't know about you but I'm feeling SOFAbulous today." Patton chimed.

Only Thomas laughed.

"No offence Morality, but you have made better puns in the past." Roman sipped some tea.

"Ugh. If you continue telling jokes Morality, I will have to punish you." Immediately Logan clasped a hand over his mouth.

"OOOHHHH!!! Good one Logan!" Thomas laughed at the unintentional pun that slipped out from Logan's mouth.

"And what form of punishment would it be, Logan? A parent teacher conference?" Anxiety had just appeared to the right of Logan, giving the snarkiest smirk he could muster. When he said that though, something flashed across Logan's face almost faltering Anxiety's current facial expression. It was almost as if Logan was embarrassed? This sparked his curiosity.

All the aspects laughed at the joke except Logan, who just looked defeated.

"Alright. So back to business since we are all here now." All eyes were now on Thomas "I had a private chat with Logan over here,"

Logan waved.

"And he says the best place place to go is Mahzu Sushi Bar and Grill. What does everyone think?"

"Ooh! You'll have a whale of a good time! If anything can krill a diet, seafood can." Morality agreed

"Seafood! An excellent choice." Roman assumed an epic pose.

"And it's perfect, because if anybody doesn't want seafood they can order something from the grill!" Thomas was obviously excited.

"Sure. Not a bad choice. What could go wrong? Oh right. Everything." Anxiety's suddenly chill attitude turned dark but was soon undermined by Logic.

"I am sorry to say that You are once again, outnumbered." Logan haughtily replied to Anxiety who just angrily groaned.

"Of course I am. *cough* because mother knows best *cough*." Anxiety whispered the last part under his coughs so only Logan could hear him. Logan just gave him a death glare at which Anxiety chuckled.

"Aww...its ok Anxiety. Maybe we can get sushi with Thomas and his friends tonight! We can all get our favorite dishes." Morality interjected.

"Well, don't you guys technically come with me wherever I go?" Thomas questioned.

"We do! But, we don't usually 'act' like we are with you in the real world." Princey explained.

"Real...world? What are you guys talking about?"

"Oh thats right. We never officially explained to Thomas the science behind the Mind Palace. I guess this is a job for the smartest guy in the room: Logan." Morality smiled at Logic.

Logic dipped his head and smiled proudly. Anxiety swore he saw the same flush in Logan's cheeks slip by quickly before he began to speak.

"We are mental projections of your personality, but there is so much more information about us than we let on." Logan began.

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[tisfan]

I see a lot of fics where Bucky messes up his arm in order to spend time with Tony. Can I have one where Tony gets really worried about him, thinking it's a form of self harm, and Bucky is all like "but I just wanted him to touch me what do now"

Aspects of the Self

Tony scratched at his chin with the end of thescrewdriver. “This is a good bit of mess, Freezer Burn. What’d you do, get intoan arm-wrestling contest with a blender?” 

“Mighta grabbed hold of the tail rotor for thatAIM short-range chopper,” Bucky said. That was, technically true, although thedamage was a little more self-inflicted than that. Hydra, curse every singleone of their heads, did good work and the chopper’s stabilizing blade hadpretty much disintegrated as it rattled onto his adamantite-alloy fingers. Butat the end of the battle, he’d purposely gotten into a pissing contest with theWolverine. 

On the plus side, Logan had been spotted tryingto unbend one of those damn claws because it wasn’t retracting correctly. 

And further plus, Bucky was down in theworkshop. Tony had one soothing hand on his shoulder and was inspecting theinterior workings of his wrist and fingers. 

On the bad side, he’d managed to fuck up histhumb but good this time. 

“I know the expression from the 40’s is to putyour best foot forward,” Tony said, muttering around a mouthful of interiorscrews, “but really, you need to stop stuffing your hand into every hornet’snest you come across.” 

Bucky scoffed. “An insect’s not likely to botherme.” 

“I’ll do you a favor, Red October, and notmention that you said that to Jan, shall I?” 

God, Bucky loved this. Tony’s hands were magic.Gentle, almost tender, as he worked. His mouth, that sinful double-curve was amiracle, made for kisses, but also one of the snarkiest, saltiest, mostsarcastic thing Bucky’d ever had the pleasure of listening to. Tony was witty,quick, brilliant. 

Tony would talk to the arm like it was abeautiful dame, sweet-talk it into working, scold it lovingly when it wasbroken, encourage the gears and servos when they were grinding together.Treated the arm like some marvel of technology and engineering, instead of aweapon to fear and hate. That wasn’t entirely new; there’d been a couple ofHydra technicians who were impressed with the arm and not out and out terrifiedof the assets, but usually whoever was supervising didn’t allow for idlechatter. Bucky could only tell those techs because their hands were unusuallysoft and gentle. They didn’t last long in Hydra. One head replaced by two more,but the two were almost always less than the one; less smart, less soft. Miceand men didn’t survive long in a pit of vipers. 

Sitting on a workbench in Tony’s ‘shop; lettingTony tinker inside his arm, feeling the twitch and tease of Tony’s fingersalong his nerves played merry havoc with Bucky’s emotions. There were timeswhen Tony put away his tools and shut the maintenance panels and Bucky wantedto cry; there were times when Tony brushed his fingers over Bucky’s wrist andBucky wanted nothing more than to pull the man into a bruising kiss. 

Bucky had decades; fractured and broken, wherehe felt nothing. 

This…. The feelings that Tony was drawing outwith each turn of his tools, with each small kindness, witty quip… thawing aheart long since frozen and teaching it how to beat again… this was worth theincidental pain and inconvenience of putting himself in harm’s way. 

“You know,” Tony said, leaning back and lookingat Bucky very seriously, “there’s got to be a better way for you to handle this…” 

Bucky blinked. “What?” 

“Well, I’m hardly the best person to recommendhealthy coping mechanisms. I sometimes think it’s a prerequisite to thesuper-hero biz, some sort of terrible self-esteem crossed with dangerous levelsof Atlas syndrome and an epic guilt complex.” 

“What syndrome?” 

“Carrying the weight of the world on yourshoulders,” Tony said, twisting the multitool through his fingers like a stagemagician. “Try to keep up.” 

“Which’s got what to do with me?” 

“Genius level IQ, remember? And while I’m notterribly observant, sometimes,” Tony said, flipping the tool into the air a fewtimes and catching it on the way down, “I know a little something aboutself-inflicted damage. This wasn’t an accident. Neither were the last fourtimes you’ve been down here. I’ve seen you tryin’ to damage the arm in combat,and when that fails, you resort to more and more extreme self-mutilation.” 

Shit. Bucky wondered where this lecture wasgoing; the cost of materials to repair the arm, wasting Tony’s time, or– 

“What I can’t figure is if it’s the arm itselfthat you hate, that it’s part of you, and was originally Hydra tech, in whichcase I’ll ask you again if you want a complete re-design. It will put you outof commission for a while, and you’ll have to train and adjust to a new system.Or if it’s you, yourself, that’s the victim of your self-destructive tendenciesand is this going to move on to you harming parts of yourself that aren’t soeasily fixed. I know you’ve got healing factor that’s pretty damned impressive,and for all I know, you could be sharpening that knife of yours on your skinand it heals by morning. If that’s the case –” 

“I don’t hate myself,” Bucky protested. 

“But you are hurting yourself, on purpose?” Tonylooked at him like this wasn’t a question. It wasn’t. Tony knew. Fuck. 

“Yeah,” Bucky admitted. He was going to have tostop; Tony wasn’t going to put up with his childishness any longer. He was likea school kid with a crush on the nurse. 

“Do you want me to bring up – er, design specsfor a new arm?” 

That caught Bucky’s attention. “You already havethem.” Also, not a question. 

Tony shrugged. “Yeah, sue me. It’s what I do…and while this arm is a glorious piece of tech and I wish you’d stop abusingit, because that just hurts, it hurts me, Bucky, to see it all mangled up likethat. But I can make you better. I have the technology.” 

Of course Bucky had seen the Six MillionDollar Man; Clint had decided it was pretty much crucial to Bucky’sreintroduction to modern science fiction. He grinned. A new arm would meanweeks, at least, in the workshop, under Tony’s care and supervision. But – 

Then it would be over, and while Bucky couldeasily and without anguish, tear up the arm Hydra had given him, he didn’tthink he could bring himself to deliberately damage anything Tony made specialfor him, and what would he do, without these hours in the shop? 

“I don’t… I can’t…” 

“A new arm wouldn’t solve the problem,” Tonysaid, matter-of-fact. 

“I would… I would love a new arm, if you builtit,” Bucky said, hesitating. “But no, it wouldn’t solve this problem.” He madea shapeless, helpless gesture. 

“Bucky,” Tony said, infinitely gentle. “I’mgoing to need to tell Cap about this, if you don’t help me solve it. I can’tlet you go into combat with a deathwish.” 

“It’s not a deathwish,” Bucky protested. He knewabout those. He’d had those before. Wasn’t his last thought before he hit theground off the train You can’t hurt me anymore? Turned out he’d beenwrong about that. But before, during the war, he knew about pain that wasn’tgoing to end. It squeezed around his heart a little know; pain for what hecouldn’t have. 

“Look, I’ll talk to Steve about it,” Tony said.“We can find a solution, get you some help. Something –” 

“Don’t tell Steve,” Bucky said. He scrambled tohis feet. “Look, I know what the problem is, Tony, it’s not… it’s not somethingthat can be fixed.” 

“You are self-harming,” Tony said. “Ican’t do nothing. It’s not in me to watch a teammate self-destruct. Let me helpyou.” 

“You are helping me,” Bucky burst out.“You are. Being down here, with you. That’s helping. I didn’t… didn’t know howelse to get your attention. I like it, okay? When you work on the arm, when youtouch… I like it. Look, I know I’m bothering you. I’ll go, I’ll stay out ofyour hair, I’m –” 

“Woah, woah, woah, Dostoyevsky,” Tony said.“Hey, no, don’t run away. I– Come on, Bucky, just talk to me, okay? What is ityou need?” 

“You, Tony,” Bucky whispered, his voicebreaking. “Just you.” 

“Huh,” Tony said. “You know, you don’t have tohurt yourself for that, gorgeous.” He took a step closer, stood closer to Buckythan he ever had before. Bucky could feel the heat seeping off the man’s skin,the tickle of his breath. “I’ve been right here, the whole time.” 

Bucky opened his mouth to say something,anything, he didn’t even know what. But Tony’s mouth came up to touch his andBucky decided that there wasn’t anything he needed to say that badly.

He drew a hand around the back of Tony’s neckand pulled him closer. 

Yeah, this was definitely better than amultitool and some spare servos.

Much better.

#TW: self harm #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #iron man #winter soldier #prompts #tony x bucky #agenderraskel

[jiemba]

Many thanks to @queercapwriting for encouraging me to write this. Tw for racism, police brutality.

If you asked 14-year-old Maggie Sawyer the worst thing about living in Blue Springs, Nebraska, it’d probably be working in this fucking diner. On top of her boss being a lazy asshole, she has to spend seemingly never-ending shifts serving burgers to the bratty white kids from school whose parents were rich enough not to need them to work. Her mom always reminds her not to talk back – how they need all the money they can get right now – but after four months of kids refusing to eat food from a plate that she’s touched, or deliberately leaving the table in an atrocious state just so they can laugh as they watch her clean it from the parking lot, she privately cries on the bus home most nights and arrives at work with her stomach twisted around all the jeers she sees coming. All for $7.25 an hour plus tips. Except that she never gets any tips - apart from scrawled messages of “Go home” on the docket, if they were feeling particularly generous.

With half an hour of her shift to go, she’s lost any patience she’d brought in, scrubbing dishes in the back like she’s trying to murder them and not caring how the water burns her skin. “Hey Consuela,” she hears one of the guys from school call from along the counter. “Not my name,” she calls back. “Try again.” “Magdalenaaaa.” Laughter. High fives. She lets her head fall against the wall a moment, setting down the plate before collecting herself to head out with the fakest, snarkiest smile she can muster.

“What can I do for you?” “Just the cheque”. She tilts her head, smirking. “Sure thing.” Anything to get them out of there. The chuckles from his friends keep bubbling behind her as she writes it up. “You know, Magdalena, I hear Delta’s doing really good deals on one-way flights to Mexico, maybe you should grab one.” “You do know not every Hispanic person’s from Mexico right? That there’s actually a whole other continent down there? Or did you flunk geography?” “Well whichever global shithole you’re from, then.” She rips the docket from the pad, all but slamming it down on the table. “Unfortunately for me, I’m from right here. Good news is, the more you tip me, the sooner I can leave. So do us both a favour and dig deep, tough guy.” In the back room, Eliza is already looking concerned, biting her lip. “One day that sass is gonna get you fired.” “Probably,” Maggie breathes, stealing a slurp of a customer’s untouched milkshake they’d sent back because I only want Americans touching my food. Maggie stopped hearing those comments months ago. She almost welcomes them, as long as it means more free milkshakes for her and Eliza. “Want some?” she asks, holding it out to the young girl. As she smiles and reaches out, Maggie withdraws it. “Oh wait, you better not, you’ll get spic germs.” “Shut up,” Eliza half-chuckles, half-chides. Their fingers brush when she accepts it. “Thanks.” Maggie can’t help but sneak in a glance as the girl’s lips curl around the straw, some of her loose blonde hair falling around her face. Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, Maggie tries not to stare, but finds it impossible not to scan the girl’s legs on the way down. But that’s always been the problem with Eliza Wilke – Maggie never knows which part of her to look at. She tries to focus on cleaning dishes again, letting the water burn her hands. This back room always holds equal amounts of promise and dread – and both because of Eliza. Maggie can always count on her terrible jokes, her complaints about customers, her kind gestures, to get her through every shift. The girl’s a grade above her at school – the only person she likes there, even though they have no classes together. But the feeling of Eliza sliding past her in the tiny space to get to the freezer, or the sound of her giggling when she gets a brain freeze, is more than Maggie can deal with. And as much as she despises Blue Springs, as soon as she’s with Eliza, she almost never thinks of going anywhere. And yet it’s all too much, how this girl manages to crowd her in every room, even if it’s empty but for the two of them. Maggie can already feel herself wanting to jack-knife at the waist, wanting to disappear, doing all she can to fishhook those feelings back into the pit of her gut. Because she can’t be a girl and be brown and be poor and be... No. Not in Blue Springs, Nebraska. It’s over-hearing the jeers outside as the kids leave that brings her back down to earth, and she lets out a shaky breath. “God, I hate my fucking name.” She can already hear her mother scolding her. That was your abuela’s name. Show some respect. But Eliza just shakes her head. “Fuck them. I think it’s pretty.” Maggie digs her hands deeper, the stinging water rising to her elbows. She wants to say she thinks her name is pretty too. How she loves the way it feels in her mouth, how her tongue weaves around the sound. Eliza. How sometimes at night, she’d lie awake whispering it over and over to herself, as if saying it out loud made her feelings more real. How she’d imagined the girl saying her name just as breathlessly, feeling the skin of her stomach jitter just underneath her shirt as she gasped “Maggie” against her neck and made her heart stop. But she can’t tell her that. So she settles on, “Jeez, Liz, don’t say that too loud. You’ll offend their delicate North-American sensibilities.” “Whatever,” she laughs, trying to encourage Maggie by drying her plates. “You should come over to mine for movie night later. Nothing helps get your mind off this place like watching someone get sawed in half.” “Well, you know if we were in a horror movie I’d die first, right?” Maggie chuckles. “You’d be fine. The blonde girl always survives.” “Unless she sneaks off into the woods to have sex before marriage – mustn’t do that.” Maggie laughs, louder now. “I know, right?” “Besides,” Eliza says, nudging her playfully. “I’d make sure nobody murdered you. I’d want you to be with me at the end of the bloodbath.” Suddenly, Maggie’s breath catches, because she’s so close now and their arms are grazing and this is probably the sweetest, most them thing Eliza’s probably ever said to her. But she forces the heat from her face, instead feigning gratitude, dramatically pressing a hand to her heart. “Gosh, really? You’d stab a racist, mutant, serial killer dude for me?” “Always,” Eliza promises, nudging her again before going to stack the dry plates. “Maggie, you in there?” she hears someone call from the counter. Maggie recognises that the voice belongs to the only person she’d ever tear herself away from Eliza for. When she walks outside, Eddy’s grinning ear to ear, infectiously, barely able to stand still. “Guess what?” “You passed?” she laughs, letting him come around to scoop her up in a bear hug. “Try not to sound so shocked,” he teases, setting her down and showing her his new license. “I look pretty cool, huh?” “Don’t flatter yourself.” “Come on, Mama said I could borrow the car. I’m taking you for a ride before your track practice, thought I’d save you the bus trip.” “God, you’re the best.” “I am, aren’t I?” he smirks, hooking an arm around her shoulders for another quick hug before pressing a kiss into her hair. “Besides, I wanted my first ride to be with you, mija.” She can’t help but hug him back, feeling suddenly small against the scope of his ever-broadening shoulders.  She almost wants to tell her brother that his tenderness is wasted. That she’s not who he thinks she is – not really. That she’s been suspecting more and more, every day, that this feeling she has is bigger than Eliza, and her chest is tight with the fear of telling him. But she lets him hold her, forcing herself to smile and pinch his ribs right where it hurts. “I’ve got 20 minutes left, can you wait? I’ll get you a coffee.” “Go,” she hears Eliza say as she leans against the doorway. “I can cover you. Go be with your brother.” “You sure?” “Of course! It’s so quiet anyway.” She smiles at Eddy. “Congratulations.” “Thanks,” he chuckles, grinning at his license photo and showing it to her with his signature cheeky smile. “I look pretty cute, huh? See Maggie, your friend thinks so.” “Stop embarrassing yourself,” Maggie mutters, grimacing. Except that she worries his silly, boyish charm is working on Eliza. But when she looks up, Eliza doesn’t look flattered. The young girl looks a little embarrassed, her eyes briefly flitting to Maggie’s as she laughs at his goofy antics.  Please don’t like him, Maggie begs in her head. Please like me. Please. “Be careful,” Eliza says, opening her arms out to her. It’s all Maggie can do not to curl into her body forever when Eliza murmurs into her hair, “Don’t let him drive too fast.” “I won’t,” she replies, forcing herself to pull away. “Texas Chainsaw Massacre at mine tonight?” Maggie smiles before she can pull it back, feeling her stomach flip at the thought of them together on a basement couch, sitting even a tiny bit closer than they ever had before. Imagining popcorn fights, sharing a blanket, watching smoke roll out of the girl’s mouth like the waves in Japanese ink paintings. Holding her close for the parts when she covered her eyes and saying It’s not real, I’ve got you. “Wouldn’t miss it.” The girl grins back, ear to ear. “Awesome. Now go have fun. Drive safe, Eddy.” He claps a hand over his heart, dramatically swooning. “She knows my name! Mi corazon…” “Eugh, we’re so not related,” Maggie groans, smacking his arm and mouthing a “sorry” with a bonus eye roll to Eliza, who’s still laughing against the doorway, cheeks pink. Outside, Eddy’s practically jumping with excitement, running around to his side of the car. Maggie can’t help but let the shame of the shift slide off her, almost racing him. “Thank god you got me out of there. I was about to start tearing out my fingernails for relief.” “Anyone give you shit today?” “It doesn’t matter,” she says, turning on the radio. ‘Sober’ by Tool is playing, the heavy guitar sinking into her skin and relaxing her whole body. “I’m with you now.” “Eddy Sawyer, fully licenced,” he says dramatically. “Let’s drive out of this shithole.” “You’re such a dork,” she laughs, smacking his arm again. Driving out onto the road feels like exhaling the last six hours in one breath. If you asked Maggie the only thing she liked about living in Blue Springs, Nebraska – she’s say it was the hills. They roll out before them as Eddy drives out of town towards the farms outside, past cows and waves of corn. She rolls down the window, stretching her hand out to graze the wheat along the way, feeling the last of the afternoon sun slide out of her hand. Feeling how her problems hardly seem to matter anymore, now that she’s the smallest thing for miles. “One day,” she says to Eddy, “We’ll drive out of here for real, right?” When he smiles this time, it’s kind of quiet. “Por supuesto, princesa. Just not today.”

It doesn’t take long for them to be found. The sound of sirens seems to the cut through the air, down to her bones. “Shit,” she murmurs, twisting in her seat. “Eddy -” “Tranquila, mija,” he mutters under his breath as he pulls over, trying to comfort her, but she can tell that he’s scared. “Eddy -” “Fuck, Maggie, just shut up for a second.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, his other hand gripped around the steering wheel. He hadn’t been speeding, hadn’t done anything wrong, but it’s as if he knows, already then, that he’s going to be dragged out of that car. The twenty seconds between them parking and the officers approaching the window feels like the longest in Maggie’s life, the crunch of boots on gravel pounding almost as hard as her heartbeat. She wants to tell her brother, “I’m scared”, but knows that if she opens her mouth, she’ll start crying and won’t be able to stop and he’ll never forgive her for it. Gripping the edges of the seat, her mind screams with all the things her parents have told them about this happening. Don’t make any sudden movements. Don’t make any smart comments. Keep your hands in view. Forget your pride. Life’s not fair. Do exactly what they say and come back to us. Come home. Her hands begin to shake, and she bites her lip, telling herself, don’t cry, don’t fucking cry. Briefly – shamefully – she thinks of Eliza, the memory of their hug so bright she can almost smell her. But seeing her brother’s hands sweat against the wheel, she can’t focus on anything but the heat of the air and the sound of herself breathing too damn loudly. “License and registration,” an officer barks by Eddy’s window. Maggie hears another officer step up near her side of the car, but is too scared to look up. “Can I reach into my pocket?” Eddy asks. “Well how else are you gonna get it?” “I just thought I’d ask,” he replies, moving his hand slowly, deliberately, to the back of his jeans. “You trying to be smart with me, boy?” “No, sir.” The cop studies his license with the scrutiny of a scientist. Behind her, Maggie hears the grind of gravel under the second officer’s feet. From between the strands of her fallen hair, she sees that his hand is on his belt. Inches from his gun. Breathe, she tells herself, feeling the tears force their way out of her clenched eyelids. You’re OK. You’re alive. “You say this is your licence?” she hears the first officer say. “How’d a boy like you get a name like Sawyer?” “Our parents – they changed it from Suarez when they came here.” She can hear the tremble in Eddy’s voice. It’s clearer now. He’s OK, she tells herself. He’s alive. “I just got that license today, you can call the DMV and ask them -” “Sounds like a load of bullshit to me. Bet this isn’t even your car. Step out.” “Eddy -” she chokes, before she can even stop herself. “Stay out of this, little lady,” the officer barks at her. “He’s gonna be a good boy and he’s gonna step out of the car. Aren’t you, Eduardo?” Next to her, Eddy shoots her a glare before releasing a shaky breath and opening the door. Maggie forces herself to stare at the floor the whole time, counting the fast food wrappers, the creases in her shoes. Forces her mind to think of anything else so she doesn’t have to hear the muffled, You got anything in those pockets that’s gonna hurt me, boy? Don’t lie to me, I know what your type gets up to. But then she’s screaming into her sleeves, screaming through clenched teeth, because mid-way through Eddy’s reply the cop has turned him and slammed him onto the hood, forced his face into the metal, and her brother is crying and there’s blood and snot and spit across his face and its smearing against the paint, and the officer is on top of him, and he’s screaming and he’s only seventeen and she’s about to watch him die and she can’t, she can’t, she can’t. “Shut the fuck up!” the other officer spits at her. His hand is on his gun now, tight against the holster. Now it’s out of his holster. Now it’s pointed at her, and her mind goes dark as an empty barrel as he growls, “I said, keep your fucking mouth shut. Don’t fucking move.” It’s an impossible request. She’s howling. She’s already biting into her hand, hard enough to draw blood, and the pain is a bright white light. But she has to. For Eddy. Whimpering into her hands, she tries to keep her eyes clenched shut, tries to slow her breathing. Tries not to listen to her brother sob her name as they drag him across the gravel to the back of their car and screams you’re hurting me. Tries not to flinch when the door slams, or hear the She’s a minor, we can’t leave her out here, before they turn on their heels and come for her.

Maggie hasn’t believed in God in years, but thanks him anyway for the emptiness of her holding cell at the station. She’d given up screaming for Eddy after her voice went raw, given up on begging the policemen to let her see him, to just let her know he’s OK, please - and now she’s only left with the burn of old cuff marks around her wrists and the calls of drunken men through the bars telling her all the ways they’d “comfort” her if she were only in their cells with them. She crawls into herself, rolling over on the metal bench to face the wall, wishing herself away. Wishing herself at home, with her parents, with Eddy. Wishing herself in a basement, with her. “Magdalena?” She twists around, eyes bleary. An officer stands on the other side of the bars – the only woman, the only Black person she’s ever seen in that uniform. She swallows. “It’s Maggie.” “I’m Officer Rawls. I just wanted to let you know I’ve called your parents. They’re on their way.” “Eddy?” “I had the nurse look at him. His nose is broken but beyond that, there’s no serious damage. I made sure there were no charges – for either of you. He’s being patched up as we speak.” “You trying to tell me we should be grateful?” “Not at all. Nobody should be treated like that.” The officer sighs, gesturing to the bench where Maggie’s balled up. “Can I sit?” The girl shrugs, hugs herself closer. Rawls opens up the cell and steps inside. They sit in silence for a moment, but over time Maggie can’t help but blurt out, “How’d they let you work here?” She nods to herself knowingly. “Are you asking me that because I’m Black?” “And a girl. Sorry if that’s rude, I just -” “It’s OK, I get it. I worked hard to be here, just like everybody else. Harder, to be honest.” “But…why would you want to? Around these assholes?” “Well I could do without the assholes,” Rawls agrees. “But every time I think of transferring to a bigger city, I imagine what it would be like if I wasn’t here. On days like this. For people like us.” Maggie swallows. Nods. “Thank you. For looking after him.” “You’re welcome. Right now I’m looking after you, though.” She looks Maggie over, taking her in. “I heard you gave those officers quite a struggle. Any injuries? Did they hurt you?” Maggie shakes her head. “How about your wrists?” “I’m fine.” Rawls releases a breath, sliding a business card across the bench. “Look…My office number’s on here, but I wrote down my private cell too. If you decide to make a complaint, if you want me to set you up with legal assistance – hell, if you just want to talk – call me. I mean it. Day or night. Can’t promise I’ll fix everything, but I can promise I’ll make time for you.”   Maggie looks away, trying her best not to cry and let her anger consume her. She should have known this would happen. Should have convinced him to not drive so far. Should have just taken the fucking bus to track practice, and then he would have been OK. It’s as if the officer can read her mind. “Maggie… this wasn’t your fault. Or your brother’s.” “I know that,” Maggie mutters, wiping her face with her sleeve. She takes a deep breath, scratching in circles at the skin on the inside of her bruised wrist, the skin that she wants to strip off like clothing because it, like the rest of the world, feels too dark, too fucking dark. “But sometimes I can’t help but wish I wasn’t… like me. You know?” Beside her, she feels the officer lean back against the wall. “Yeah,” she sighs. “I do.” Rawls sits there with her for a long while, listening to the drunk men in lock-up chatter through the bars down the hall. Sits for as long as Maggie needs, knowing that the girl is only thinking of her brother now, but soon enough, she’ll realise what happened to her, what really happened, and won’t know how to do anything but break. But before Maggie hits that point, she weeps, “I don’t know how to thank you for all this.” “You don’t have to thank me, honey. Just promise me you’ll call if you ever need help. OK?” Maggie’s only response is to stretch her bruised fingers across the cold metal to pick up the card. It’s a few days before Maggie calls her, to let her know how Eddy’s healing up. She’s surprised when Rawls calls her back a week later to check in. And again a month later, just to ask how she’s going at school. And again the next month. And again. Early the next year, when Maggie finds herself bleeding on her own driveway, knees scraped and palms raw after her dad dragged her across the kitchen floor by her hair and threw her out of the house, she runs for almost a mile to the nearest public phone where Michelle Rawls is the first person she calls. And in minutes, the officer is holding her on the floor of the phone box as she sobs, as she howls, unable to say what happened or even form sentences, but just making noise loud enough to maybe let herself forget her father’s hands, her mother’s tears, the way Eddy, Eddy, had looked at her like he didn’t even know her at all anymore. For months after she’s settled at her Tia’s house, she doesn’t answer the phone calls, her throat tight with the shame. But eventually, she calls Michelle. And it’s not to talk about those officers that afternoon, or her dad, or how Eddy had come by the other day to say sorry, or how much she still misses Eliza. It’s to ask her how to become a cop.

#supergirl #maggie sawyer #supergirl fic #maggie sawyer fic #backstory #tw: police brutality #tw: racism

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Gather ‘round, children, while i hyper-analyze everything in the SECOND IT (2017) trailer

As before, i’ll put this under a READ MORE both to have mercy on your poor souls and in case i need to edit anything later

1. All right, so it opens up with EDIT: Oh, i’m an idiot, shout-out to @final-gurl for pointing this out, but there’s a quick flash of what looks like Stan at his Bar Mitzvah, so i guess the narration is from him and not from Bill as i previously thought. That actually adds extra poignancy to his speech since he is in some ways the one most affected by It. Stan’s Jewish faith is something that isn’t touched on a whole lot in the book, it’s implied that his parents aren’t very strictly orthodox and maybe not even kosher, so it’s nice that they’re giving it more of a prominence in the film.

2. Now intercut with the speech is just various scenes of The Losers being The Losers, they never go swimming in a watering hole in the book either and the rest are just fairly generic walking shots, so it’s hard to analyze anything here, although it is nice to see that this movie is definitely making The Losers the focus and not the clown. We also see Bill and Bev talking a bit I assume when they first become friends, so that’s cool. This appears to be in the daytime at...their school? Maybe? Rather than her first scene hanging out with them after the movies at night right before the sink scene in the book but w/e nitpicking I dunno but either way it’s cool that they show her being added to the group cause she’s the second-to-last inductee to The Losers, the last one being Mike Hanlon. Which brings us tooooo

3. The Apocalyptic Rock Fight and yes that is what Stephen King calls it i’m not just bullshitting this out of my ass is clearly shown in this trailer and it does look way more epic than it did in the 1990 miniseries so i’m very happy about that. It’s not in a gravel pit, it’s down by the stream, but besides that it’s almost exactly like I pictured it from the book, and the shot composition is really good, I can’t fucking believe they got Oldboy’s cinematographer for this movie but I digress. Anyway, it looks to just be Henry and his two besties Belch and Vic rather than the whole gang of dudes he was with in the book, but that makes sense since they really only show up for that one scene and there’d be no reason to include them in the movie and no time to get into their little backstories at all, the audience would just be like “who the fuck are these people”

4. When Stan says “when you’re alone as a kid,” during his speech, it flashes over Ben Hanscom walking with his backpack from behind, like a “victim-being-stalked” shot, so I assume this is when he’s on his way back from the library and he’s followed and attacked by Henry Bowers and His Merry Gang of Pre-Teen Psychopaths (that one i did just bullshit out of my ass), as well as Eddie mysteriously being drawn to 29 Neibolt Street, which i mean i know is obvious and i’ve talked about before but they seem really to bank on that scene a lot like they’re clearly putting a lot of work into it and banking on it being terrifying which i think it should be

5. When Stan says “monsters,” we get a micro-second long flash of several less-than-savory human characters. First up is the couple in the car. I couldn’t tell you off-hand who they’re supposed to be, it could just be a random couple illustrating Its control over the people of Derry, i’m not sure. Next is Henry and His Merry Gang of Pre-Teen Psychopaths, who, probably due to the nature of some of their more disturbing actions, seem to have gotten an age upgrade to just be Henry Bowers and His Merry Gang of Teen Psychopaths. The one with the long black hair we see creepily grinning at Richie is Patrick Hockstetter, who i talked more about in my first trailer breakdown. Then we have the kid in the baseball cap i’m assuming is Henry’s right-hand man Belch, due to his being described as always wearing a cap in the book, then Bowers himself, and then who i assume is Vic. Vic is an interesting character he’s like The Merry Gang of Teen Psychopaths’ token nice member. Not nice, per se, but he’s the one who says i believe it’s either him or Belch cause both are sometimes freaked out by Henry’s behavior, but i BELIEVE Vic is the one who says “Jesus Christ, don’t actually cut him!!” when Henry begins carving his name into Ben Hanscom’s stomach and seems to be on the fence about defecting to the Losers towards the end. I say it’s him cause, once again, i know for a fact long black hair is Patrick and Mr. Mullet is Henry, and Belch is the one always wearing a baseball cap. Anyway, after that, we have based on the location, who i’m assuming is Norbert Keene, the pharmacist who Eddie Kaspbrak gets his asthma medication from. What’s weird about this shot is Norbert Keene isn’t....eeugh well he isn’t exactly nice but he’s not a bad guy, either, he’s the one who ends up telling Eddie basically that he doesn’t have asthma, his medication is a placebo, and his mom has Munchausen by Proxy. Here he’s grinning like a right sleazeball fucking paedophile so maybe he got an adaptational villainy upgrade? Or maybe they just deliberately picked a creepy shot. Who knows

6. Quick shot of the Losers investigating what i assume is 29 Neibolt Street, and then them all biking towards something. Probably 29 Neibolt Street as well, since Mike appears to have....some kind of gun? Now they do attack it with a gun at 29 Neibolt Street in the book, but it’s just Richie and Bill that go there, and it’s Bill’s Dad’s gun (guess how much good that does). What Mike’s carrying looks like some kind of zip gun? And if the silver canisters he’s wearing a bandolier of are supposed to be its ammunition i frankly have no idea what the fuck it is. EDIT: @final-gurl also pointed out it looks like it may be a flare gun.Due to time constraints they may have merged the scene where Richie and Bill attack it with a gun and the final confrontation with it in that house where Bev shoots it with a slingshot, but that doesn’t explain why the gun is now Mike’s or why it’s now a probably flare gun

7. This next bit is AMAZING okay so i don’t remember a scene like this ever happening from the books but this appears to be the big sewer entrance in the Barrens where they go in before the final confrontation, so like the entrance to Its lair, basically. Now even though this doesn’t look to be that or any scene from the book per se, it does give a really good sense of the characters. Bill is determined and all business, all about killing this motherfucker that killed his brother (he also doesn’t talk much, presumably to hide his stutter as they did during the first trailer), Stan Uris is Stan is kind of the Agent Scully of the Losers, he’s the last to accept anything supernatural, he’s the least able to deal with the truth, he’s the most anal-retentive and fact-oriented, and in general the most “adult” of the Losers. He’s also quiet and withdrawn. This is all sort of implied to be why he committed suicide oh spoilers in 1985 rather than go back to face It with his friends, because his mind just isn’t the kind that can deal with things like eldritch abominations. I mean he grew up to be an accountant for God’s sake. Anyway, Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier does fucking horrible impressions and accents, is infamous for them in fact, and it often gets him in trouble with the bullies. This looks to be his “Pancho Villa” voice he’s doing here, which is frequent throughout the books. He’s also the snarkiest. Eddie is a hypochondriac, mainly due to his incredibly overbearing and emotionally abusive mother. All this is very nicely demonstrated in what i think is the best indication of their characters we’ve gotten so far. Betty Ripsom, the girl they mention, we never see her death, but for some reason Pennywise is particularly fond of using her voice to taunt other victims from the drain, notably Bev in the sink scene and Betty’s parents in another unrelated scene

8. The two really quick flashes appear to be Bill in 29 Neibolt Street which we’ve also seen a lot and then also Stan Uris completely in the dark looking terrified of something so i assume that that’s when he gets locked in the Standpipe with It in the form of the children who drowned in it. That’s a really great scene, too and i’m happy that it looks like they’re adapting it because that’s the only thing really i could think of that this could be from

9. Pennywise taunting Eddie from 29 Neibolt Street. Since Eddie’s already been running away and is looking back over his shoulder, and turning into a clown and presenting balloons to his victim is usually something he’s done after he’s already terrified someone and they’ve run away. So this is probably he’s been the Leper chasing Eddie and Eddie has just gotten away. Pennywise and his balloons look weird and out of place in the shot special-effects wise, which i talked about a little bit more in my other post but yeah makes sense from a plot point of view.

Anyway, that’s it for now thanks @dirt-goddess for saying you love it when i nerd out you’re like literally the only one lmao and once again shout-out to @final-gurl for the corrections

#stephen king's it #it 2017