#and i apologize if this is cheesey and stupid

[transgender-catboy]

hey anon!

if you ever need to talk more, either to get things off your chest or to just say words, you're more than welcome to message me again

[opiopal]

More random things I thought about, probably counts as headcanons?? plus an imagine or two, most of these I thought of my own Mc so sry if it seems a little specific lol,

mammon can play the guitar, theres no reason for me to think this, I could just totally imagine him playing for Mc and its cute and cheesey:))

one time satan handed Mc a book and said that it was one of his favorites and that he highly suggested it!!! so Mc and him sat around for a while, and after about 20 minutes satan noticed Mc hadn't even gotten past the first page, and when questioned what was wrong, Mc shamefully put down the book and said "..... this is written in a language so dead its a fossil... But I tried to figure it out..." satan thought it was sweet they tried, but also a little dumb of them, still sweet though! so instead he read it out loud to them.

One time Mc hugged Mephisto, like big ol "you can't escape this" hug, he had most likely done something that made them very happy. he tried to play it off like he was upset about them doing it but it was obvious he adored the praise, (and the idea that it prolly pissed off lucifer)

Imagine a teen Mc and lucifer getting into a big fight, things are said and they have to sit away from each other to calm down. the brothers think it'll blow over but underestimate how much more determined T!Mc was to not apologize first. eventually Lucifer breaks cause Ik that stupid old man misses that stupid kid talking to him and being silly,(probably only after about half a month lets be fr) but it leads to just a cute little moment of communication

Thirteen has bitten solomon before, thats all, I have a strong belief that this beautiful woman(though I've only seen her once in game cause I cant progress for the life of me) has intense goblin energy, she seems very silly

imagine Dia slapping a noble with a smile on his face, as if that would ever happen in the history of ever, but imagine how SCARY it would be omfg, his cheery laugh complimented by the loud crack of his palm colliding with some rich bastards fake cheek bones

one time lucifer thought a nice b-day present for satan would be a kitten, since he'd proven that he is responsible.... and so did mammon... and levi... and asmo... so basically when gifts happen its the slow realization that they all got him the same thing as satan just gets happier and happier.

[queerfortress2]

Hope your day is lovely so far 💕 I was wondering if I could request headcanons, perhaps, the Support Class (or just Sniper and Spy) getting into a heated argument with reader? Like, how they handle it, who apologizes first, how it would play out, yk?

I'm such a sucker for tear-jerking angst to cheesey comfort, it isn't even funny. Your writing is so good, love all of it so far! ❤

aww hell im a sucker for that type of stuff too, its just too fun to write — mod engie

GN!READER X SUPPORT CLASSES ; ARGUMENT

MEDIC

i think it’s not as hard to get into an argument with this man, he always wants to be right, it’s kinda hard to disagree without arguing for at least 10 minutes with this man

he’s just that stubborn!

however fights usually end quickly, he’s a lot more logic-based in argument and not so much focused on the emotional aspect of it, so once he can’t find anything else to say, he will simply end the argument, concluding it all fancy-like

One day both you two had gotten into an argument, Medic had been staying in work later and later as the days progressed and as a loving partner you of course got concerned with it! as much as you two argue over stupid little things and get over it, you couldn’t just get brushed off over something like this, so you continued pressing "And who cares? Work is important, more important than you seem to understand, I can’t just quit halfway—" His hands gestured as he spoke, he accent getting thicker as he seemed to stress more on the argument, he wanted to end it quickly, as he usually does. "Aren’t I important too? You can’t keep ignoring it— You’re barely home! I deserve to know a little bit too!" Now that was a decent point, pulling at heart strings but, Medic wasn’t an emotional person. "And so? My work is none of your business! If anything at all— Who are you to question it! You don’t understand any—"

medic wasn’t an emotional person but it was clear he could understand your worry and how emotion seemed to cloud your vision, while he thinks he’s perfectly in the right (which he usually isn’t), he understands you can get hurt. Which is why he silenced himself upon seeing your upset expression, however it’d been too late, you’ve already decided to leave the room.

he just gave you time. if he did come after you immediately it would only rekindle the argument and made it worse— he realises this, and so he only leaves you alone.

depending on where this is, will be how long he waits. if you’re a fellow mercenary he just decides to catch you the next morning, if you’re not, then he will usually give you 10 minutes before searching for you and trying to "apologise".

going to be completely honest, he also just isn't the man to apologise... he would either (depending on the context) tell you you're wrong but he forgives you for it, or shy away from admitting defeat and just comforting you instead, saying he didn't mean whatever harsh words slipped his mouth at the time

medic lovers.. this yo man?

SNIPER

he is a lot calmer about it, and probably gives the best apologies out of the three

he can easily realise if hes wrong and unlike medic, his ego isn't that far inflated to where he can't man up and apologise to you.

fights probably don't last long with him, i would imagine him to be the one who avoids it, and if it does come up, it has to be something hes extremely passionate about for him to seriously argue with you, otherwise its just fun and games, bickering over something stupid.

assuming you were a mercenary, maybe after a battle if you were extremely reckless and he saw through his lovely ol' scope, he would confront you after. not in public of course, but somewhere like your own quarters or his van.

"Now—" He held the bridge of his nose, have you seated in front of him. His free hand on his hip, gripping his side as he tried not to seem to angry with you. "Do you know what coulda happened to ya' out there? Bloody hell— You coulda been blown to pieces!" It was clear you didn't mean to, but he still wanted you to be safe, even with the respawn, it hurt to see you die in so many ways. He didn't want to witness it over at over again. At least you didn't have to see how many spies got him, or how the enemy sniper caught him out of his element. "Cmon! Look at y'self, so what if you were barely scathed, I still had m'self on end! Quit thinkin' about only yourself for once in a damn while!" Now he wasn't quite sure how harsh it looked to you, borderline yelling at you for what you thought was good fun, but once you stubbornly stood up and beelined for the door, he realised he was still a bit in the wrong there. Gently grabbing your arm, his frown softened from one that was of anger to one of pity.

he apologised upfront, he was quick to fix himself, and he only expects the same from you whenever you upset him. its just how healthy relationships go, no matter how cooped up he is, he was still raised right enough to understand what is morally right. hes professional, and professionalism contains being polite don't it?

im a little bias i love myself some sniper

SPY

don't even

like genuinely dont start arguing with this guy i dont think he would even apologise

like you would have to ask for one to get one outta him

mostly because he always thinks hes correct, even its so clear that hes not, he has a reputation to keep! so he more often than not refuses to accept the fact hes incorrect, and stubbornly keeps his opinion

so in the situation where he would argue with you, he would never accept he was in the wrong even if you were bawling at him. ...but he would comfort you, hes not that bad of a partner.

he would ease the conversation away from the argument and focus more on your tears, saying something along the lines of 'oh dont waste your beautiful tears on something like this, mon trésor.' or 'ah.. n'inquiète pas ta jolie petite tête pour ça, mon amour'

honestly hes trying to sway you away from being mad at him, even if he wants to be right, he still is very much your lover and wants to keep it that way. you being mad at him almost makes him feel bad enough to apologise

almost

after each argument i believe he would coax you into getting in bed with him and just relaxing together, sleeping away whatever ails you.

going to be honest i don't know what else to write for spy, he just isn't the type to apologise to you after an argument, hes SOOO stuck up. also my formatting broke three times while writing this so if you see a mistake, no you dont.

[xoxo-sarah]

Second Choice

↝a/n: first fic of 2023. I hope everyone is doing alright.

��psa: I don't know how much stuff was in the 80's and at Family Video, so don't quote me on that.

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

↝Warning: angst, whatever Nancy and Steve have/had going on :/, arguing, break up.

↝⎙ 1.3.23

"You are such a prick!"

"Oh please! Y/n, I told you I'm sorry."

The glare you sent was like a laser beam straight into his eyes.

"Not sorry enough." Steve saw your face soften, sighing as his hands that were on his hips fell. "You went behind my back and spend time with her."

Steve's face changed to one of disbelief. He really couldn't wrap his head about the words they were spilling out of your mouth.

"What are you on-"

"After everything that she did! After she hurt you!" Your eyebrows creased, frustration plainly visible. The words were spat out with so much venom.

"I was there to pick up the pieces. I was there to tell you everything was okay. I was there to tell you that you were worthy of love. I was there to give you that love. Not Nancy. No, she was too busy with Jonathan-her boyfriend, incase you forgot about him."

"Y/n, that's not-"

"I'm not done." Steve shut his mouth as you raised a hand and sent him another glare.

"She hurt you. Multiple times." It seemed like every ounce of anger disappear and was replaced with sadness, atleast in your eyes.

"Steve, I will not be pushed aside for her again. I already was enough when you two were dating and I was just a friend. I will not do it again."

A cloud of silence and awkwardness set over small living room to your apartment.

Steve wanted to say something- anything to help settle things.

"That's not all that happened." He sighed.

Looking up, he saw you were already looking at him. Defeat plastered on your face.

"She didn't just try to kiss me, she uh," He had to look away, suddenly finding the vase on the side table so interesting. The dying flower's withered edges seemed to keep him grounded.

"What, Steve? What did you two do after that?"

"We...went a little further- but we stopped before it got too serious and I came straight back to you, y/n. Please just-"

"Get out."

"What?"

"I will not be a second choice."

"You're not a second choice."

"Then why do I feel like it? If she were to call you up, we all know you'd hop in your car and leave everything behind."

"I wouldn't."

"Yes you would. Because you still love her. It will always be her. And that's not fair for everyone else."

He looked at you with so much disbelief, it's like he was stuck to the floor with bricks holding his feet.

"I get the whole “you'll never get over your first love”, but you didn't even try." You hated the way your voice cracked, whether it made you sound weak or let your emotions slip, you didn't care. You just wanted him out.

❀❀❀❀❀

"Robin, for the 50th time, I am not getting a Tom Cruise poster for you to hang in my car window." Steve sighed, tired to discussing the same thing.

"But people would think you're cool. Don't you need all the extra points you can get?" Robin smiled a cheesey grin, nearly falling over a cardboard cutout, in return apologizing to it.

Walking up to the counter, you slowed, seeing Steve with the stupid green vest.

Robin must have seen you coming up to the counter cause she moved around the boy. "I got it." She smiled at you, checking what goods you were at the lovely Family Video. "Jeez, The Outsiders and The Breakfast Club. Mind if I join?"

She loved that she made you crack a smile, easing the awkwardness that has been there for 5 months.

Robin hated seeing Steve the way he was after your breakup. She hated seeing the way he acted with Nancy more.

It felt so...one-sided. it looked one-sided. And turns out it was. Steve spend a solid 2 weeks kicking his own ass, and another 3 weeks kissing up to Nancy's ass. Well before she broke up off cause her and Jonathan were gonna ‘try to work it out’.

"Nah, I think I'll fangirl over Dallas Winston by myself. Don't need to make myself look even more like a fool from your perception" Glancing over at Steve, you saw he was already looking at you.

Those puppy eyes just taking in your hair that you lazily styled. And your clothes that you make look good somehow. It could be the ugliest outfit ever on someone else, but the second you put it on, he's gawking, wondering how on the hell you do it.

"Oh! I got you a Care Bear the other day. It is so adorable, y/n." Robin squealed, remembering how much of a cuteness overload she had in the store.

"Well thank you. It seemed to have left a few at Steve's."

Steve couldn't lie and say he didn't know what you were talking about. When you two split, he put your stuff, including like 3 bears into a cardboard box and put it in the bottom of his closet, never finding the right time to give it to you.

"I'll swing by and get 'em on my way to your house when I take the other bear."

You thanked her with a smile. Sure, sometimes she's all over the place with anxiety making her throw up words and gibberish, but she was always there to step between you and Steve, and somehow make it less awkward. Or Atleast try. She was both your friend and Steve's, and she'll make sure it stays that way, even after you and Steve drifted apart. She's not willing to lose either of you.

"Sixteen Candles, Tex, and Rumble Fish got replaced. All new." Steve finally spoke, getting a nod in return.

"I know, I saw."

You two used to rewatch those 3 movies on repeat. It was kinda like a tradition. He comes over to your place after work, eats dinner, cuddles up into the couch and you two just melt into each other. Not anymore.

"Look I'm sorry-"

"10 buckaroos and 14 cents, please."

Robin made it quick, taking the money and giving you your change and movies before Steve started in on his half-assed apology. No matter how much he tried, none of his apologies seemed sincere. Especially when he has to keep doing it over and over again, all cause he's an idiot and make idiotic choices.

"I'll call you after work to bring you your stuff. Bye!"

You waved as you walked out the door, sending her a grateful grin. You would not have made it this far being sane with Steve. There would have already been an outburst or 2.

You didn't feel the need to try with him anymore. Whether that be as a couple or just friends. He broke your trust and lied to you about it.

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[obey-only-me]

The Brothers React to MC’s 2D Boyfriend by: Akuzondelivery

Lucifer

- Pouts silently when you’re on your phone now. Since he found out you were reading these romance stories he’s been hyper aware of when you’re DDD surfaces.

- Secretly looks up the game to see what’s making you so interested in these characters and not him. He refuses to lose out to a 2D Boyfriend. Notices there’s a character very similar to him, even has a similar hair cut.

-If you ever talk about the game from then on he’ll ask you questions about that character and that character only. Gets a little invested in the storyline and starts saying things like “I don’t know why you bother with Character B when Character A is a much better match.”

Mammon

- Will Take the DDD right out of your hand when he notices you smiling or blushing. “Hey! Who, that’s not ME, is making ya blush like that!?”

- Sees it’s a CG Picture on the screen, two lovers holding each other, kissing with their clothes hanging off. “Oh? Is this what you want me to do to ya?” Quickly woos you to distract you from your game.

- If you joke about being married to a character in the game he’ll sweep you off your feet and prove he’s better than any simulation.

Levi

- Totally gets it. He and Ruri-Chan have a bond that’s just different. Asks a lot of questions about your 2D love interest. Why do you like them?

- Will feel a tinge if insecurity, he is the avatar of envy of course. He’ll catch himself pouting if you tell him too much about the character and the mc falling in love.

- Ultimately decides to research the game and tries to be more like your main love interest. Offers to cosplay him if it would interest you. When you catch on you reassure him he’s the best boof. “No one is better than my Otaku Boyfriend.” Melted Levi all over the floor.

Satan

- Notices you reading quite a bit of text on your DDD and peeks over your shoulder to see. All of the cheesey romantic lines made him laugh and completely embarrassed you.

- “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, don’t pout.” He’ll manage between laughs. Instead of being overly curious about the game he instead indulges in romantic literature to share with you.

- “There is something about a romance story you don’t get from other genres. But I’m more interested in writing our love story.” You make fun of him for being as corny as your game.

Asmo

- “DO YOU GET TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM TOO!?” Would be his first question. You point him toward the romances and smut games to which he indulges in both.

- “I like the games that tell me I’m cute.” He’ll gush. Cry about gotcha pulls and story events that are too hard to win. He tells you which character is actually being smooth or if they’re being cliche or corny. Overall he asserts he is the better lover.

- “Anything they can do I can do much much better, just let me know how you want to be loved. As long as you only think of me.”

Beel

- Thinks you’re ignoring him after a while and gives you Big Puppy Beel eyes to draw your attention. When you notice you confess you’ve been reading romance stories.

- He gets a little fidgety suddenly. Beel doesn’t feel as confident with his words as he does with his physical affection. You notice and put the phone down to kiss him.

- “Mmm, I like kissing you way more than listening to their sweet talk. Don’t worry.” He of course bear hugs you and covers you in kisses.

Belphie

- Sees the light of your phone keeping him awake at night. Mr Grumps rudely Just snatches your phone away to see what was keeping you up? When he saw a screen with a shirtless man saying something romantic he snorted.

- Most likely the one to get into a fight with you about it. Would be a pouty grump and tell you not to play the game. Beel would intervene and tell Belphie to relax. It’s just a game. He’ll eventually apologize for being unreasonable. But you’ll of course reassure him.

- “They're just sweet stories I like to read. But every happy ending I get leads to you, stupid.” Will spend the entire night reminding you that you belong to him.

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Hello! I hope you are having a good day/night. May I ask for axis and allies plus spain, romano and prussia speaking to their s/o in their native language? Thank you very much! -Humble Anon💕

A very good morning/afternoon/evening to you as well, lovely!

When I began brainstorming these, I kept approaching this ask with the thought in mind that the S/O's first language is not the same as that of the Nation's, and aren't quite completely fluent as of yet. It made it a little bit easier for me to write, and offered me just a little more leeway to daydream. ^_^;

America:

Alfred really only does so when he's super tired, stumbling into the kitchen with bedhead to grab his first five cups of coffee, half-flopping on you as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek- ruined by his yawn- accent stronger than normal as he rumbles out a good morning, asks how you slept. He rambles lightly about his weird-ass dreams, making you smile just from his annunciations. At some point, he remembers to start translating, swapping over to the dialect you're most familiar with mid-sentence.

Canada:

Oddly enough, Matthew plays Language Tag more frequently than Al, but more often than not, it's usually an unrefined Franglish that has always irritated Francis and Arthur. (He enjoys this fact, just a little.) Around you, however, it really only flares up in moments where he's just so overwhelmed and in awe, taken aback by how much he's in love with you. Most of his petnames for you are in English, but those moments where you're both spending a lazy evening in bed, he'll happily shower you with all kinds of cheesey compliments in French, teasingly poking your nose every time you try to get him to translate.

China:

Yao has a habit of slipping back to Chinese on a whim, honestly oblivious to the fact most of the time. You've noticed it gets significantly worse whenever he's stressed, and you've learnt some very colourful nicknames for the Others over the years because of it. Despite his seemingly incessant need to pace while venting, you always manage to coax him into your arms, steadily working your fingers across his back, easy out the knots that had been plaguing him. Meetings always brought him stress, but after a good rant and a few moments of your grounding touch, he's sighing away all remaining agitation, slowly bringing himself back to you and apologising for the slip.

England:

One of Arthur's greater strengths comes in linguistics. While he would much rather prefer a courtship with an English speaker, he's not going to deny himself happiness just because of a silly little language barrier. He generally tries to keep everything on common ground, but his nicknames for you, and some of his more scandalising compliments, are murmurred in English. He always keeps it quiet, an intimacy reserved only for you. There's many a "dearest" and "darling" when first waking up in the morning, a languid greeting for the coming day. (Also, he swears mostly in English, so be careful if you decide to borrow any of his vocabulary.)

France:

Francis never hesitates to prattle in French; it's second nature to him. Sometimes, he'll hop between both yours and his preferred dialects several times in a single sentence. You know it's just part of who he is, and while it can be annoying some days, it is helping you improve your own fluency. There are also moments when he makes you weak, his expression uncharacteristically sincere, hands carefully clasping your own. He hums out a soft phrase, one you still haven't fully translated, leaning closer to caress your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek, any number of praises passing his lips.

Germany:

Ludvig, since Day One, has tried his best to make sure you're comfortable around him, and part of that is him keeping firmly to the language you are most familiar with. When coming across words he may not be entirely familiar with, or saying a more complicated phrase, his accent may sometimes come out a bit thicker than would be normal. The only time he really slips into German is when he's on the phone with folks from his government. You don't mean to eavesdrop on the latter, but you do enjoy how much deeper his voice tends to get when he's being "professional." Secretly though, you have to admit his voice when he sleeptalks is your favourite of them all. 

Japan:

Kiku constantly, and often unnecessarily, goes out of his way to make sure that you're comfortable, and despite your arguing against it, one of his ways of trying to do so is to only stick the language you both share. Frankly, you love hearing him speak Japanese, even though you really only hear it when he's at the store, and sometimes to the servers during date night. You love how gentle his voice is, his accent adding almost a sweetness to his words. Lately, you've been debating how to tell him that you'd like to hear it more, but for now you savour the little pieces you've collected over the past few months.

Prussia:

You learnt some time ago that Gilbert quietly speaking in German actually helped you fall asleep significantly easier. For that reason, he primarily only does so while either headed to bed, or whenever you're spending an afternoon together in the library. He'll sometimes read to you, but mostly he tends to ramble. You only understand a handful of the things he's saying and assume that he's regaling you with tales of days long past. In reality, he's running through his checklist for car parts he wants to fix, complaining about something stupid Roderich did back in 1648, and most often- when you're on the cusp of sleep, breathing deep and relaxed, his hand resting on your back- he's listing off every single thing he's come to love about you, not as afraid of his vulnerability when you're hardly conscious enough to hear it.

Romano:

Lovino spent too long relearning Italian to ever abandon it, even for your sake. He casually weaves it into regular conversation, the endearments, greetings, exclamations, and nicknames fluidly blending into the ordinary. He figured out quite a while ago that you actually enjoyed his "slip ups," so he's especially generous on date nights, about half of the words he's saying falling around you in his unique dialect. He once told you that you should be grateful, that he was blessing you with "the most beautiful language in the world." And begrudgingly, lost in his smile and the way the candlelight makes his eyes spark, you have to agree.

Russia:

Over time, one of your favourite pastimes with Ivan has becoming hunkering down on a settee by the fireplace, where he'll work on his knitting. The best part of these moments, especially on particularly frigid mornings where you've no obligations, is that Ivan will start to sing to himself, always pieces in Russian. Sometimes they're lullabies he's picked up from the royal families over the years, sometimes they're peasant rhymes he's known since childhood, and on some rare occasions, he'll sing something from an opera he fell in love with back in 1872. He'll often pepper in a few casual words here and there, always with a lightness to it, but you're absolutely addicted to how full his voice sounds when he sings.

Spain:

Antonio is actually the worst of the bunch. He can and will ramble in Spanish, a lot, so much so that some of it has permanently rooted itself into your own vocabulary, some of your replies slipping out without pause these days. He tends to catch onto his slip-ups quickly at least, quickly sliding back into your shared venacular with a quick apology. Still, you'll often hear him singing in Spanish, greeting the plants in Spanish, talking to the cats in Spanish. He's particullarly bad at losing himself whenever he's invested in a football match, or if you happen to catch him irritated about politics. Tonio has taught you quite a few colourful curses over the years, smattered with some day-to-day phrases you've both come to recite by default.

Veneziano:

Feliciano is surprisingly good at sticking to the language you feel most comfortable with, though he's notorious at mucking up the number of syllables in certain words. You have a strong suspicion he does this intentionally, this elongation solely designed to annoy you, especially as he always seems slightly bemused each time he does it. Regardless of how annoying he can be in your language, you do love eavesdropping on his conversations with his brothers, chattering away in Italian, his words and hands moving far too quickly for you to even hope to follow along. There's something so soothing in listening to him speak, even if he is producing 500 words per minute.

Thanks for the ask, Anon! I hope you enjoyed~

[creatingnikki]

Is it just me or do you also don't hyper relate valentine's day with romantic love? My first memory of 14th Feb is when I was in 2nd grade. The vice principal came into our class and gave us a talk about how this special day isn't for boyfriends and girlfriends but for everyone you love. All the friends you should forgive. Your parents who love you the most. And on that friend part, my friend and I, looked instinctively at each other from across the classroom. We were fighting and not on talking terms for some reason I obviously can't remember. We were seated across the room. Yet our eyes found their way to each other. The bell rang, the vice principal walked out and the two of us walked to each other and giggled. I don't think we had any confrontation. No apologies either. It was understood. We were friends again. We grabbed our food and started chatting away. No resentments. No hidden feelings. Valentine's Day was a day to see who you really love and not let pettiness or the unimportant things come in the way. It was that extra nudge. That reminder. My mother too made it a day where I was reminded of how loved I am. Every year it was either chocolates or flowers or cute stationery. Or all three. She always got me and my sister Valentine's gifts so we didn't feel lonely or unloved. I don't think my mom getting us such sweet gifts was sad. I think it was the most precious thing ever. She does it to this day. I am getting sunflowers and adorable socks and stupidly fancy sandals this year. The last few years on tumblr I've been writing love poetry for all the people who would send me 3 facts about them in my askbox. I'm doing it this year too. Send me facts about you and I'll write a love poem for you as though I'm in love with you. You see, Valentine's has never been about romantic love for me. For a while there a stupid friend wanted to shit all over it and rant about capitalism. I rant enough about capitalism myself. But I also see the nuance in people's intentions and emotions. So if I buy a silly pop up card for my sister that says 'you melt my heart' and I add 'sometimes with anger but most times with love' and I paid some meager $ for it I am not going to consider myself fallen into a trap and on the pathway of moral destruction. Chill out people, days to show people you love them in an explicit fashion are beautiful. I digress. Valentine's has never been about romantic love for me. The only time there some something vaguely romantic was when I was in 9th grade and a senior asked me out and I didn't say no because I didn't know how and then two days later on his birthday I broke up with him because it was too horrible and I couldn't pretend any longer. I don't like to think of that. High school was a dramatic but not a pleasant time at all. My point is it's that time of the year again. So for every single person you love, remember to show them that. Throughout the year and your life, please. But also on 14th Feb. Because yes, capitalism aims to make us feel pathetic about ourselves until we don't buy shit or someone doesn't for us. Don't let it win! Write love poetry. Send a goofy video stating xx reasons why you love them. Do cringey cheesey things. And do them with your whole heart.

[blueberrywonho]

hi love! could I request and imagine for minhyuk where his s/o has an astma attack I have bad astma so this could make me feel better lol ty!

Notes from the author: "I couldn't imagine having to deal with something like this so I'm hoping this helps. Asthma can be scary to deal with so I am sending you all the positive health vibes I've got!"

Partner Has An Asthma Attack

Minhyuk POV

The sun felt agonizingly hot against the bare skin on your shoulders as you climbed up the hill. You internally scolded yourself for picking one of the hottest days of summer to bring Minhyuk to the zoo but he didn't have much time off before needing to head back to Korea. Comeback prep was starting for him next week and once that began it would be almost impossible to get this time alone with him. He was several paces ahead of you, stopping by every animal with the biggest smile on his face. The Aquatic Exhibit sign popped up as you reached the pale blue building. You'd been at the zoo for nearly an hour surveying other animals but you knew deep down that this was what he had been waiting for.

You felt a slight pressure in your chest and put a hand near your heartbeat. "It's fine," you quote breathlessly. You continue towards the building and tell yourself you were probably just exhausted from the hill. Minhyuk is already at the door showing his ticket and you can't help but grin at his excitement. As you approach the doors he turns to you with eyes gleaming and a smile you couldn't get enough of.

"They have a dolphin show starting in 15 minutes and their whale exhibit is towards the end of the route. Do you wanna see the show?" The look on his face was so precious you couldn't have said no if you wanted to.

You make your way into the building and are greeted by cool air. You sigh in relief as Minhyuk grabs your hand and guides you towards the red double doors that lead into the Dolphin Show. Once entering the stadium you're hit with the opposite effect as the general building. The stadium is warm, humid, and the air feels sticky. You take a deep breath and feel a slight twinge of panic realizing it's difficult to do so. "I just need to sit down," you say in your head. A woman in a blue shirt with the company logo is waiting at the seating entrance and points to a cubby display where bags, purses, and other large carry ons are loaded.

"Good afternoon! Go ahead and place your bags in an empty cubby and you can retrieve them after the show. Feel free to keep cell phones and cameras on your person but no flash photography is allowed during the show. Enjoy guys!" Minhyuk takes both of your bags and places them in the nearest empty cubby. Stepping into the seating area you can feel the muggy air all around you. Minhyuk chooses a seat closest to the front with yellow chairs that say SPLASH ZONE along the backs. A gentleman near the front hands you both a disposable hooded jacket to protect you from most of the water. Minhyuk takes a seat and grins while looking around the stadium, eager for it to start.

He begins chatting about what he hopes to see but you can barely pay attention. You clutch your knees and try to regain control of your breathing. The tightness in your chest is growing and it feels like your airway has shrunken in size. You close your eyes and beg your body to fix itself. "Please stop, please stop-" but it doesn't stop. You let out a weeze and struggle to take a deep breathe. Suddenly a hand appears on your shoulder.

"Hey! Hey, what's wrong-" When you don't respond Minhyuk steps in front of you, kneeling. He takes your face in both hands and the worried look in his eyes is prominent. "Hey, look at me. Can you breathe?"

As tears well up in your eyes you shake your head quickly. His own eyes widen and he bolts for the entrance. You're becoming aware of the people around you staring and your heartbeat quickens. You close your eyes and wheeze out a strangled breath, trying to calm your anxious mind. This wasn't supposed to happen. This day was supposed to be about him. How much more embarrassing could this get? Your thoughts are interrupted by the sensation of plastic being pressed against your lips. You open your eyes to find Minhyuk and 2 members of the Aquatic staff standing in front of you. Minhyuk is knelt in front of you like before, eyes filled with both worry and focus.

"Here baby. It's alright. Open your mouth," You do as he says and allow the medication to fill your lungs as you take a deep breath. You exhale forcefully and take another breathe with the inhaler, this time with easier effort. You exhale deeply and close your eyes as you realize you can breathe again.

Minhyuk takes one hand to caress the back of your head while the other holds onto the hand where you're clutching your inhaler. After a few deep breathes you open your ears and remember the crowd of people staring at you, wondering what's going on. All too familiar with this feeling, Minhyuk helps you to your feet and leads you towards the general buildings entrance.

As he guides you back into the cool conditioned air you both stop at a nearby bench. After assuring the Aquatic staff that all is well they venture into the Dolphin Show room and close the doors. You can hear the music start and know the show is about to begin.

"You're going to miss the show. I'm fine now. We should head back inside-" but you pause as Minhyuk shakes his head back and forth.

"You should have told me you were struggling. I had no idea. Are you okay?" He tightens his hold on your hand and you smile softly.

"I'm okay, really. I started having some trouble after climbing that hill and I should have stopped myself then-" you stop mid sentence again as his expression changes from worry to extreme sadness. He covers his mouth with his hand and sighs deeply.

"I wasn't even paying attention to you. I was so excited to be out and to be with you and to see the show and I just..." Minhyuk stops and stares at the ground. You squeeze his hand and reach over to tilt his face towards yours. You kiss his cheek softly and sigh deeply.

"You have nothing to apologize for. You can't keep your eyes on me at all times. I know how excited you were for today. We don't get many days like this and I wanted nothing to spoil it, including this stupid asthma." You nudge your shoulder against his playfully and continue, "We still have time to see the whales before we head back".

His grin returns softly and he turns to face you, a glaze in his eyes. He reaches forward and kisses your lips and afterwards places an extra on your forehead. You stand up and chuckle to yourself.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. It's just that, out of everything that's happened so far today, that kiss was the thing that took my breath away the most".

(It was in this moment that Minhyuk walked away from your cheesey ass but still loved you with all of his heart).

[wolftheidioticfan]

5 for Green Mage and/or Goobert and/or Inspector I hope i am successfully fueling your ranting desires apologies if I've being annoying

5. Guilty Pleasures

I'll do all three of 'em just for you >:) i enjoy these.

Inspector

Despite his need for order and apparent need to always be at work. On the rare, rare occasion he gets to rest...Inspector actually quite enjoys the forest. Would he admit enjoying being upon the disorganized, almost filthy environment? No. Not at all. But he has a deep appreciation for nature. It's so different from the factory. Less sanitized, less...controlled. Untamed. Inspector would find it thrilling, if he had a better comprehension of such. For now, he will settle for 'interesting'.

Goobert

Oh Goobert LOVES cheesey movies. They DO NOT care how terrible or stupid the plot is, if it has some corny happy ending or silly drama they are ALL over it. The others tease them over romcoms especially, so they just hide away and watch them alone to get invested. A nerd, really.

...Goobert, how do you eat popcorn anyways?

Green Mage

Oh they would only admit this if asked about it enough, they're fairly shy or like to just not acknowledge most things and just...be. But Green, though not a GUILTY pleasure, they find it embarrassing or feel guilty for being 'too much', but they adore and love teaching their friends everything they can about their game books. How each of the different mechanics and stats work, and how they plan to combine different editions to make their campaigns better...or how best to explain a specific rule to new players. Green WILL get carried away for hours if no one says anything, eventually leading them to feel really bad for 'dominating' the conversation.

...As for an actual guilty pleasure? You know stupid romance novels? Those. They hide them in their playroom so no one knows they read them. Please don't ask them about it.

[katieurah]

Screening Hearts (Part 6)

Alrighty, lovelies! Here it is. The last part! Enjoy the fluff!

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The rest of the week passed in a whirlwind of conference calls, meetings, paperwork, and pointless emails to “touch base” on things. Elide figured her boss just wanted to look competent at interpersonal skills. Before she was ready for it, Thursday morning dawned. She woke up that morning and went through a routine, taking comfort in everyday things that steadied her, grounded her, wrapping the only things she was sure of around herself like armor.

What if we can’t work together? What if he tries to talk to me again? I do not need a reason for my boss to think I’m not competent.

Thoughts and worries swirled around in Elide’s mind. She stopped by her favorite coffee shop before work, ordering an extra shot in her dirty chai that morning, a cheesey, buttery croissant to comfort herself. She hadn’t been able to forget the fact that he never apologized for asking her out. She cleared her mind of those thoughts and went to work.

She walked into the conference room, the first face-to-face meeting of the department heads and Whitethorn Security Services. She spotted Rowan listening to her boss ramble on. Man, he’s good, Elide thought, admiring the way he still looked like he was invested in what was being said. His only tell was the set of his jaw. She wondered how long until the muscles started jumping and his teeth started to grind.

Finding an empty seat, Elide startled as two giant arms swept around her shoulders.

“Ferys, I swear if you spill my coffee, I’ll hack every single account you have,” she threatened as the golden man pecked a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, come on, El. I’d never waste good chai like that,” he teased back. He noticed her quirked eyebrow. “You’re a creature of habit. We all know that’s one of your favorites.”

Just then, Lorcan entered the room.

“As long as there’s plenty of vanilla and cinnamon and not too much cardamom,” Lorcan added. He looked unsure, as if saying those words would spark World War III.

“See, Elle-belle, we all know you,” Fenrys said with a wink. He added emphasis on the all part.

She glared at him through the corner of her eyes.He just smirked, settling in for the meeting.

Great. Everyone’s got an opinion.

…..

It took all of Lorcan’s concentration, but he managed to be flawlessly professional through the meeting, then that day as they broke out into their teams. Working with Elide went like a dream. She was so clever and you could just see how she loved using that brain to make services better. She thought out of the box, about how to make things easier for clients and customers.

We make a good team, he thought. Then immediately tamped down that line of thinking. Elide would come to him when she was ready, if she ever was. Meanwhile, he would be content with their working partnership. He had to be.

That line of thinking was challenged by lunch on Friday, though, much to his irritation. They were eating a catered lunch in the conference room and Rowan was showing off a video of Elspeth playing with Connall.

“Yeah, well we all know I’m the favorite uncle. She just knows Con’s a push over and will give herice cream,” Fenrys boasted.

“You? No way, pup. Ellie and Uncle Lorcan are best of friends,” Lorcan said, scoffing and puffing up his chest.

Just then, Elide walked in and rolled her eyes.

“Got something to say, Lochan?” asked Lorcan, a challenging and teasing tone coming through. His pulse quickened. Ellie and work were their only safe zones right now, but he still didn’t know if she’d let him tease her.

“We all know that I’m Ellie’s favorite, period. We even have a secret handshake now. Besides, we share names. It’s not like she can mess up saying ‘El,’” Elide sassed back. Then with a smirk, she added, “Isn’t that right, Wortie?”

Lorcan blushed furiously, but held his chin up high and pointed a finger. “I will allow that sweet, little princess to mess up my name as long as she pleases. It’s not her fault that two-year olds can’t do L very well. And, Fenrys, I swear to Hellas that she’s the only one who gets to call me that.”

“Hey! Why does everyone assume that I’ll do something? El calling me out over coffee yesterday and now you, Wortie? Rude!”

He barely missed the condiment packages flying at his head from multiple directions.

This, Lorcan thought, pleading to Anneith and Hellas both, this is what I missed. Please, let this last.

….

Elide’s chest tightened as they all bantered back and forth. She missed her friend. She missed their banter. She missed him. It made for a very long afternoon. It passed too slow and too fast at the same time. Before she knew it, computers were being turned off, systems powered down, security measures booted off.

She was shouldering her bag and grabbing her jacket to head to the door when Fenrys grabbed the handle and slipped his arm through hers.

“We’re going down to Maclearen’s for a drink. Join, yeah?”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“Ro, Lorcan, me… Aelin’s joining us there,” Fen replied. He saw her hesitate and pulled out the bribery. “I’ll buy you the first round and give you a shoulder rub.”

“Deal. Who could say no to those hands?” Elide quipped back.

“Right? That’s what my dates always say at least.”

Elide threw her head back and cackled, letting him lead her outside. ….

The crowd at the pub was surprisingly thin for a Friday night. The group quickly found a table and ordered their first round of drinks. Aelin soon joined them, immediately pulling attention to a story of Elspeth’s latest escapades.

“Sorry I’m late. Ellie decided it was the most important thing in the world to discover what surfaces makeup looks best on and which colors are the best base.”

Rowan looked amused and horrified all at once. “She didn’t? And what’s her expert opinion?”

“Her favorite seems to be bright blue and green eyeshadow over cream texture walls in the den. Which is why I’m late and I need a drink.”

“Brand new Johnny Walker on the rocks, love,” Fenrys said, sliding his drink over to her. “It’s my second and I need a reason to go talk to that bartender up there. She didn’t laugh at my last joke, so obviously I need to convince her of quality humor.”

Aelin raised her glass. “Here’s to smarter-than-average bartenders who know better.”

Rowan and Lorcan snickered.

“I think I’ll go get a second round, too. I can play wingman and play witness to this disaster at the same time,” Rowan said, clapping Fenrys on the back, standing and dragging the protesting man up to the bar.

“I think I’ll join in on this,” Aelin said, eyes glittering. “Either of you need anything?”

Lorcan glanced down at his glass, more than half full still, then looked to Elide’s drink. The bottle was barely at half.

“I’m good,” he told Aelin, clearing his throat.

Aelin sauntered away, but then threw a glance over her shoulder at the two of them. She reached the bar, leaning on Rowan’s shoulder.

“What are you doing, Fireheart?”

“Moi? What ever are you talking about?” Aelin asked innocently. She batted her eyelashes for effect.

Fenrys snorted. “A, you are incorrigible. And scheming. You seriously gonna push them into talking?”

“If you haven’t noticed, neither one of them are drinking much and I swear they’re purposely not looking at each other. I’m just creating the moment for some conversation. Now, would you two shut up so I can spy in peace?”

...

Elide was a little surprised Lorcan wasn’t on his second drink yet. He wasn’t an alcoholic by any means, but he appreciated good liquor. He also was not a lightweight, so she couldn’t understand why he was still on his first bourbon. She said as much to him, no bite in her words, just curiosity.

“Seems like a better idea to go slow and light tonight,” he replied, huffing a laugh. “Apparently, I can be as stupid as the next guy when I’m in too deep.”

Elide studied him then. Before she could think of what she was saying, she blurted, “Salvaterre, how come you didn’t apologize for asking me out? You’ve said you were sorry for being drunk and high on benadryl, you’ve apologized for hurting me, for the words you said, for not paying attention. But, you’ve never apologized for asking me on a date. Why?”

“Because I’m not sorry for that. I always intended to ask you,” Lorcan replied, seriously. He frowned, hesitation crossing his brow. “Should I be sorry for it?”

Before she could reply, he rushed on. “You said something the other night, on the phone. You said you believed in me, believed that I’d make a good partner. Did you mean it?”

She looked up at his eyes, saw hesitation there. A vulnerability there that never came out. “Yes,” she breathed.

“In general?... Or, for you?”

“Can it be both?” she asked, a bite in her voice to cover up her nervousness. She drew herself up to her full height, faking a courage she didn’t feel. “Can’t I think that if you ever pulled your head out of your ass and let down your walls, you’d be great to some girl out there and she’d be the luckiest one alive? And is it a problem if I had wished that girl was me?”

She barely got the words out before his lips crashed into hers.

….

He moved before he thought it, had moved around the table and taken the seat next to her. As he pressed his lips to hers, his hand slipped around her neck, the other cupping her cheek. Too soon, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

“And now?” He asked breathlessly, quietly.

Time had stopped. He waited for her reply.

“I want to say yes, because it’s the truth,” Elide whispered against his lips. “I want to tell you I still wish I was that girl. But if I do, I give you the power to hurt me again, to let me down again. And as much as I doubt you will, it scared the hell out of me.”

“I promise, Elide Lochan, to spend as much time as possible proving to you that I’m sorry and would never, ever, hurt you or let you down again. But I’m not stupid. I’m a man and I’m human. I probably will do dumb shit many more times. But I swear to never break your trust like that again. I will spend however long it takes proving it to you. And I’ll wait, Elide Lochan. I will let you be the one to decide the next step. Because I want you to feel safe with me, not scared.” The words left Lorcan in a rush, his face impossibly close to hers, his hands still on her neck and cheek, his eyes sincere and searching.

“Ask me on a date,” she said.

“What?” Lorcan asked, startled.

“Ask me on a date, Salvaterre.” “Go on a date with me, Lochan.”

“Now ask me to go home with you tonight.”

“So soon?” He teased, eyes sparkling. “Come home with me tonight, Lochan.”

“Now ask me to be yours.”

Lorcan swallowed hard. “Be mine, Elide Lochan.”

“I’ll think about it, Salvaterre. I mean, we haven’t been on that date or even-ahh!” Elide squealed as Lorcan stood up, pulling her up in his arms and crashed his mouth over hers again. His arms swept around her waist and he dipped her, right there in that pub.

“I’m yours, Lorcan Salvaterre,” Elide told him, her eyes sincere and open.

In the background, they heard Fenrys whistle, Rowan clap, and Aelin shout, “Told ya! Now pay up, Buzzard.”

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Lorcan asked.

“Please,” Elide said, laughing as they stood up. She slipped her hand through his, feeling safe and calm for the first time in weeks.

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@nalgenewhore @hizqueen4life @whyyoumakemesadstahp @the-dark-swan

[jemily]

4, 5, 7, 8, 14,15, 19, 34, 35, 36, 41, 49

YESSS thanks anon!

4. What happened the time in your life when you were the most nervous to do something?

I told someone that I have feelings for them and it turned out to be a lot more anticlimactic than I thought it would be, but we’re still friends and at the end of the day their friendship is way more important to me than my stupid feelings so I couldn’t be more thankful even though it still hurts sometimes a lot but hey what’s life without pain

5. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you?

That I’m gay

7. What superpower would you have for one day?

This sounds horrible and really invasive of me to say, but I’d want to be able to read minds and see what people actually think about me.

8. What fictional character do you have the biggest crush on?

Alex Danvers

14. What’s the last book you really loved?

LOL I can’t remember the last time I read a book

15. What was the greatest television show of all time?

umm there was a time when I would have said Criminal Minds no questions asked, but now I have no idea…there’s a bunch of shows that I watch that are good, but I don’t think I’d go as far as to say greatest of all time so I dunno

19. Apologize or ask permission?

Ask permission. Asking permission shows that you care, is an act of consent that is so so important. Asking permission is a genuine action that demonstrates mindfulness whereas apologizing can not only be fake, but usually happens when someone wasn’t attentive enough to ask for permission in the first place.

34. Do you believe in karma?

ish? I believe that your actions will come back and bite you, but I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason if that makes any sense

35. What was your favorite TV show as a kid?

As a toddler, Caillou. As a kid, Totally Spies!

36. What is the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person?

umm this isn’t even weird at all but I guess bashfulness? or like the fact that I realized I have a physical type that I don’t really want to describe here because I risk coming across really biased if I don’t word it properly…but even that’s just kind of a random physical trait but isn’t that weird either??

41. What cheesey song do you have memorized?

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction does that count?

49. Giant house in a subdivision or tiny house somewhere with a view?

Once upon a time I might have said giant house in a subdivision, but now definitely tiny condo somewhere with a city view!

send me an ask!

[skeletonwoman]

Mouthy (Draco Malfoy)

Warning: this one is crass af and has some really rude language in it and at the end everyone suddenly get soft af

ask me for a second part if u want one cause i have an idea

“How abouts you take your fugly f*cking bowl cut ass hair and run back to your crumbling little mansion in bum-f*ck nowhere, hey, Malfoy?” You snarl, shoving from your seat at the Slytherin table and storm across the great hall, slumping down beside Ginny.

She stares at you a moment before launching to her feet.

“F*ck you, Malfoy!” She shouts, half standing on the bench seat with a murderous expression and McGonagall stares her down. You note she doesn’t say a word, though, as Ginny plonks back down looking thoroughly disgruntled.

Seconds later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George all sit down, shoving Ginnys friends down as they crowd the two of you.

“What happened?” They demand and you hesitate before gritting your teeth and shaking your head. It’s not a big deal, it’s over.

Hissing, you throw the handful of herbs into your cauldron, your glare locked to Dracos.

He smacks away Pansys hand when she waves it in his face, only for his glare to dampen and break as he turns his gaze to her. You can see the outraged expression on her face pale as he apologies softly and she nods understandingly.

Then she’s glaring at you and you’re scowling at the two of them.

“Y/N?” Neville asks softly and you blink, returning to cauldron and desk.

“Sorry, I’m here,” you answer, just as softly, and he smiles at you. Returning the expression, you grimace at the recipe and add a lemon seed to the mix. It doesn’t say so but anyone can write a book so who says this person is right.

Even if it is a textbook.

Neville doesn’t comment, stirring at an even pace and you want to hug the non-argumentative sweetheart.

Finishing off the ingredients, you watch Snape slow to a stop over your potion. His eyes are zeroed in on Neville and you wonder if he even see’s you.

“What did you do to this, Longbottom? It’s aw-”

“-wesomely done, sir. See, I added a lemon seed instead of a dash of red dirt,” you say, drawing Snapes eyes to you and you give him a toothy grin.

“Y/N, perhaps you should choose a better partner next time, someone who won’t let you act so wilfully when the assignment is to make essence of sleep- using a dash of red dirt.”

For a second, you’re going to be offended.

“Try some, sir! Unless you’re afraid to?” You chirp and Snape levels you with a dead eyed look. Like normal, but slightly less smiley.

“I won’t, Y/N, as the potion you’ve crafted is a cauldron of starvation, a seventh year potion. Two drops is a lethal dose,” he says before his words stop and his eyes narrow to slits. “But you knew this already, didn’t you, Y/N?”

“I couldn’t know that, sir, I’m a fourth year,” you counter and he sighs through his nose before shooing the two of you away from the cauldron and barring the other students from going near your station.

“You’re pushing it,” Hermione hisses softly and you giggle, leant against the wall beside her station. Across the room, Snape berates Seamus Finnigan.

“He’s the potions teacher, if he actually tried any of it then he’d deserve to starve,” you mutter, biting down hard on your lip so you won’t laugh. “He’s stupid enough, and Merlin if Slytherin doesn’t need a new head of house.”

“I’m going to tell Snape you tried to murder him,” Draco hisses and you laugh outright.

“I think he knows, Malfoy. I asked him to try it.” You scoff and Draco scowls at your blatant disregard. You might be in his house but how the two of you are supposed to be similar is beyond you.

The bells ring and you snatch your bag from your station and hesitate by the full pot.

“Do not touch that,” Snape orders when he spots you and you sigh, rolling your eyes before turning to him.

“I don’t want you leave you with the mess, sir, and it’s my cauldron,” you say, trying to look chastened and he glares at you.

“You can return during your lunch to clean it, then.”

“How about I drive this fork into your hand and watch you shriek like a little pissbaby?” You murmur and Draco hits you with a useless sneer. He would shriek like a pissbaby. He knows it, you know it, even Pansy knows it by the way she’s looking at you.

“Or the two of you could f*ck and give the rest of us a damn break?” Blaise snaps and you freeze, blinking at the boy across from you. You can see the table staring at you and not a single gaze on Draco.

“Blaise,” you hiss, as if admitting guilt and you can see the whole table catch their breath, “I thought you and I were going to f*ck? I can’t sleep with you and Draco!”

Sighs surround you, shoulders slumping, eyes rolling.

Whatever, guys.

“Wait, so we aren’t getting together after all this?” Draco frowns, looking genuine and you’re momentarily unsure. Was- Were the two of you supposed to get together at the end?

Now, the tables interested again.

“You called me a troll not two days ago, Draco,” you remind him and a flush rises in his cheeks as he remembers. “And then said I had no wizarding future and should just pack up to live under a muggle bridge and tell riddles to the unwashed muggle masses?”

“I… Don’t recall?” He says hollowly and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

“Want me to jog your memory with my response?” You snipe and he shakes his head hurriedly.

“Forgive him, Y/N, he calls Pansy a bulldog all the time and says Theo should quit magic to start a knitting club,” Blaise pipes up with barely concealed delight.

“How about I don’t? And tell you both to get f*cked? He said that to Theo because Theo is a master at mittens, idiot,” you hiss, ignoring the flushed smile Theo sends your way. “And I don’t even know about the Pansy stuff, it’s just rude, Draco.”

His entire face is red and you’re unsure if he’s going to explode or pass out.

“Maybe I should go join the muggles, at least they know how to have a conversation,” you snap when he doesn’t respond and push to your feet. You’re not hungry anymore, stalking from the great hall instead.

You’ve got a cauldron to wash.

Earbuds in, you dance about the room to the sounds of Britney Spears, a relic from your “reformative” semester at a muggle school before you’d entered Hogwarts. Of everything the students had shown you, which they’d delighted in doing, you’d been unable to give up the music. Britney especially.

Millicent appears before you, looking particularly dark and you pull and earbud from your ear expectantly.

“What is that?” Millicent asks, almost accusing, as she stares at the tiny box in your hand.

“It’s Britney, bitch,” you say, only to cringe. “Sorry! I- It’s- Come here.”

Beckoning her, you order her to be still and put the earphone in her ear and restarting the song, For a moment, she’s terrified, and you watch as the fear melts into surprise and curiosity.

“She’s promiscuous,” she observes, still listening and you can’t help snorting.

“It’s my iPod, it’s a muggle device and you can store over a thousand of these songs on it. I have Britney Spears, One Direction, the Jonas Brothers and a bunch of soundtracks to these things called Disney movies.” The song ends and Millicent looks confused all over again, and you pull the earbud from her ear for her. “I could lend it to you one time and then if you want, I could organise to get you one and put music on it?”

You’re momentarily worried that she’ll dob you in when she nods, excitement in the bobble of her head.

“I’d love to, if you have more of this Britney on your rectangle,” she marvels and you nod easily.

“This weekend, after I show you how to use it, you can have it for the entire Saturday,” you smile and she grins, thanking you softly before moving to her bed.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“About Draco,” her voice is soft and tense, and you don’t look up from your trunk as you bury the music player. “He’s going to apologise to you. He’s not going to be good at it but he means it. He never apologises, you know it as well as I do, and I don’t want his lack of practice to ruin it for him.”

You peek at her over your shoulder, spotting her wringing her hands and chewing her lip.

“Thank you, Milli,” you mumble and she smiles hesitantly before skittering back downstairs.

“I’m sorry that you’re so crass and mouthy,” Draco mumbles and it’s amazing. You were expecting worse. “Every time I hear you speak it just flips a switch in my head-” Nice, nice, solid Draco. “-and I’m calling you names or putting you down before I can think. It’s stupid and I’ll try to stop but I’m sorry, for the past and any time in the future.”

You can’t help staring for a moment. Seconds ago, you’d been laughing at the pathetic apology when he just… flips. Apparently like the switch in his head.

“Thank you, I appreciate the apology. And you’re forgiven,” you say, awkward and unsure now that he’s nice.

“And when I made that comment… about us-”

“Oh, no big deal, forget about it.”

“I meant it. I thought we… had some kind of game. It was stupid to assume that, I’m sorry.” He hesitates a moment, his palm on the back of his neck before he straightens and meets your gaze. “And you probably don’t want to hear it right now but I’m hopelessly attracted to you and am in a deep… like…” He grimaces. “So soon, after this has passed and we’re regular friends, I’ll ask you on a date and you can say yes or no and I won’t tease you about it or say you’re awful at magic- even if you are.”

“You had to say it, didn’t you?” You growl and he offers you a ridiculously cheesey smile that is so un-Draco that you’re nearly bowled over.

“What?” he says, playful and innocent and you want to push him into the lake.

“You’re so lucky that you’re on a brand new nice streak and I’m a believer in rewarding good behaviour,” you hiss at him and he bites his lip to keep his smile in check. Bad idea.

Bad idea. Abort, Draco!

“Stop that!” You order, your thumb catching on his chin and pulling enough that his lip slides free. He can’t do that. It’s rude. “Don’t bite your lip.”

“Why?”

There’s a sparkle in his eye and you want to stomp on it.

“It makes you look stupid,” you say without hesitation and he laughs, eyes still sparkling.

“It’s not because you think it’s attractive?” He says, his voice low and quiet and strangely bedroomy.

“No,” you snap out, deadpan, and he nods. He obviously doesn’t believe you which is fair considering you’re a liar, but that’s not the point. The point is that he’s being a twerp. “Look, I have to go. Mostly because I don’t want to be here with you any longer while you unreasonably gloat but also because I have to trip Ron.”

“Can I come?” He asks and you shoot him a dead eyed look.

“Yeah, let’s take Beacon Hair and his beacon hair and his beacon attitude right over to where Potter and Weasley and Granger will be because it’s not like he’s a beacon for their attention,” you say, sarcasm evident and he scowls with pink cheeks.

“It’s not my fault!”

“It’s entirely your fault,” you counter, laughing softly. Backing up a step, you’re unsure how to turn and walk away. You have no idea when, if ever, you’ll get another moment with soft and happy Draco. He said he’d ask you out and so you might meet him again on a date but who knows when that’ll happen?

“Ask me now,” you order, your voice shy and he frowns. “Ask me on a date, Malfoy.”

His grin is intensely bright and he steps forward, taking the two steps to bridge the space between the two of you and interlacing his fingers with yours. Your gaze clashes with his and you’re stuck, lost in his grey eyes.

“Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”

“When?” You ask, instantly and breathlessly and his smile seems to get bigger.

“Tomorrow night, we’ll go to the Astronomy tower with some food.” The words are a weight off your shoulders and you nod, exhaling a relieved sigh. You’ve got a date, you’ll see him like this again. Before you can speak, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek and steps away, giving you some much needed breathing room. “I’ll see you later?”

“Of course, yeah.” You cough, suddenly awkward before remembering your plan. Turning on your heel, you dart up the stairs and leave him behind.

Tomorrow. The Astronomy Tower.

boo! the end

also idk if this is a one off or if you guys will get some more fics soon but we’ll see

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Bullet Points: You Gotta Trust Me

Murder Most Foul-part 4 (parts 1-3 can be found here, here and here) Bullet points are encapsulated scene analysis from the top of each act to the bottom. (each act is bookended by a commercial break)

1. The Robin 2.0 storyline is a really well-drawn counterpoint to the current Captain Charming dynamic. David sees Killian as a “lying thieving pirate” because that what he needs him to be right now. Regina sees Robin 2.0 as a sweet soul who would regret killing Nottingham because that’s what she wants him to be.

The really interesting thing though is that each of them is projecting personality traits they feel they themselves lack onto the other person. David is choosing to see Killian as an immoral pirate capable of doing whatever is necessary to achieve a goal. He knows that he’s not that kind of person himself so he needs to find those traits externally. Whether or not Killian is still that person is irrelevant because the bottom line is David’s view isn’t about Killian. It’s about David.

Regina wants to see Robin 2.0 as a kind-hearted, well meaning person who would never kill in cold blood. She wants him to be above reproach and not willing to take shortcuts because those are the parts of her own personality that trouble her. Again, it isn’t about Robin. It’s about Regina.

BOING!!! BOING!!! BOING!!!!

So in addition to being about how we define ourselves this story is also about how we define others. And why. Which is in and of itself an even more fascinating question. And viewed through this lens the Dark Swan storyline takes on a whole new dimension.

2. “Trust me. Someday ... you would.”

I’m gonna give Regina the benefit of the doubt here (I know! It surprised me too) and say that she’s speaking from personal experience about regretting past actions.

However, regretting your past and changing is one thing (Killian) but regretting your past and continuing to make many of the same mistakes and follow many of the same patterns is a whole other thing.(Regina)

It’s why Killian’s redemption arc has been so much more complete than Regina’s. It’s the difference between truly wanting to let go of the past and wanting to hold on to giant chunks of it.

3. “I need you to promise that you’ll stop running away and trying to kill people.”

Seriously, Regina wants Robin 2.0 to be the original recipe so bad she’s starting to sound like one of those serial killer girlfriends who gets interviewed as the FBI is excavating her sweetie’s yard and claims he’s a gentle misunderstood soul and someone must have framed him by burying 18 bodies in his basement.

4. The moral of the story is that refusing to see people as who they really are, good or bad, is ultimately not productive for either party.

BOING!!!!!

5. There are two things that are perfectly clear from the opening frames of the Captain Charming scene. First and foremost, Emma looms large over everything that happens in this scene whether she’s present of not. There’s no doubt that her house is big but the way they frame it, and the camera angles they use, make it absolutely dwarf both Killian and David. It gives Emma a gigantic presence in the scene even before she arrives. 

The second thing is that Killian and David are not even close to being in sync. Not only do we hear it in their words but it’s more than evident in the blocking. David is out in front, moving hurriedly. Not stopping to think. Killian is trying to pull him back, slow him down. To no avail.

6. “Look if you’re too afraid forget about it.”

OK for a minute there I flashed back to every cheesey After School Special I saw as a kid.

David is obviously lashing out here. Everyone knows that. But it’s interesting that he’s lashing out in opposition to the one thing he always believed about his father--that Robert was weak. And in this moment he desperately wants to believe he isn’t the same. So he adopts a take no prisoners/leave no stone unturned bravado and when he feels it being challenged he lashes out at Killian as the one who is weak and scared.

I’ma give you some leeway here because I know you’re in a spiral David but bullying and taunting isn’t a good look on anyone.

7. Killian makes an effort to get through to David by asking if he’d really be willing to steal from his daughter but David is having none of it. He pivots the conversation right back to Killian and to the Hook-like personality traits he needs right now. Not really from Killian--but from himself.

It’s much easier for David to be the ‘screw the rules’ guy his plan requires if he pictures Captain Hook standing beside him as opposed to Killian Jones.

8. “C’mon buddy, it’s just me here.”

This was perhaps the lowest blow David took all episode. It implies that Killian is faking being a changed man in front of other people but that he can be himself in front of David.

Not cool.

9. In the moment after David asks for the key to the shed Killian has a decision to make

Killian, who has time and again proven to be one of the most self-aware characters on the show, as well as the one most truly committed to making changes and becoming a better man. Killian, who above all things wants to protect Emma and do what’s best for her.

In that moment he puts his own needs and goals (getting David’s blessing) aside and goes all in for Emma. Because keeping David from doing something colossally stupid is what she would want.

So he hands over the key.

Not happily but he does.

It’s a really powerful moment that shows he will always strive to place Emma’s needs above his own.

Beautiful.

10. “So, you finally grew a spine.”

The difference between Rumple and David/Regina is that in this moment he sees Robert for who he really is. He sees the changes. Whether or not they fit what he wants or needs to believe about the man doesn’t matter. 

11. It’s interesting that Robert, in both his conversation with Ruth and here with Rumple, talks about wanting to find James and apologize and set things right but not specifically about reuniting them as one big happy family.

Deep down he clearly understands that what he did isn’t something that can easily be reversed. It’s just something that needs to be faced.

The irony is that later in the ep no character would understand what Hook did and why he did it more so than Robert. But we’ll get to that when that scene arrives.

12. So Robert needs to go to the Land Built from Temptation to find James.

In other words--the man who is claiming to have changed needs to face a strong temptation to go back to his old ways--and resist it--in order to attempt to make amends for something he did in the past.

BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!

13. “Someday, may we all be reunited with our sons.”

I’d almost feel bad for Rumple in that moment if this scene didn’t do such a great job of highlighting the stark contrast between him and Robert.

Robert is willing to do anything and give up everything to reach his son. Rumple may want his son back just as badly but he’s not willing to relinquish his power to make it happen.

14. “Emma’s here. Hurry up.”

As code words go, that one was kinda weak. LOL

15. Fascinating that at no point do we get to see Emma framed against the entirety of the gigantic house in the way we saw David and Killian.

Pssst that’s because for the purposes of this scene the house represents Emma’s presence.

GREAT SHOT FRAMING!!

16. She came back for life jackets. The things that keep you afloat in an emergency situation.

Heh. I see you, show.

17. When Emma mentions her super power it does something VERY important. It guarantees that everything Killian says for the remainder of their scene together is the truth. Because it shows that she’s in the mood to call him on it if it isn’t.

18. “I’m a bit out of sorts.” “I thought you were gonna die.” He’s not shining her on or just trying to distract her. He’s confiding his deepest feelings to her. He’s showing her a part of his heart and soul. 

Really well done moment. 

When he sees David skulk out of the shed, pilfered loot in hand, he hangs his head and sighs audibly. He isn’t happy about what’s going on, he isn’t even willingly on board, but he’s going to go through with it for her. No matter where it leads.

19. “I didn’t want to let you in the shed without sharing them.”

Again, he’s telling the truth. And first and foremost, he’s proving that whatever he’s up to with David isn’t about David. It’s about his love for her.

This exchange is so subtly drawn it’s easy to overlook the powerful deeper meaning but in its own way this moment means more than the proposal ultimately will.

20. And then the moment is sealed by the swirling camera of love. It encapsulates just the two of them, framed against their home. 

As a couple they are solid. Tight as a drum. Whatever comes down the pike they’ll be able to handle it. They are a cohesive unit bound together by a deep and abiding love and respect for each other.

Sigh. 

And BOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

21. My only qualm with this scene--and it’s a teeny tiny nitpick--is how did Emma not notice David’s truck when she pulled up?

22. And just in case Killian’s moment of decision wasn’t clear enough, when he and David are headed back to the truck the blocking has completely changed. They’re walking side by side. Killian verbalizes that “it didn’t feel good” yet at the same time we see he’s made a decision to help David.

Well done!

Next up-Are You Sure We’re Doing This Right?