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@ashlynblack30 asked me to write about Draco wearing Harry’s glasses that he stole. And sweetie, can I just take this moment to tell you (again lol) how amazing you are? Thank you so much for your lovely and kind words 💖
Even though I am very, very certain this is far from what you imagined when you asked me to write this, I still hope you’ll like it? :)

It’s also on AO3 :)


It probably hadn’t been the best idea to actually wear the glasses. Or at least it would have been better to just wear them at home and not to work. People were giving him all kinds of funny looks. Because, of course, they recognised the glasses. How could they not? They were incomparable and there was no question who these glasses belonged to.

Even if his colleagues didn’t assume Draco had stolen them, it made him look like a weird fanboy. That was the last thing he wanted people to think. But the urge to wear them had been bigger than the dread of all the humiliation he would probably face.

It had been so easy to steal them. Potter had fallen asleep on his desk, as he usually did these days. Draco had simply slipped into his office and snatched the glasses from his desk.

“Oi, Malfoy!”

Draco turned around and cursed under his breath. Damn it! What was Weasley doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be on holiday with his wife? He eyed Draco suspiciously, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Are you wearing Harry’s glasses?”

Draco snorted.

“Why would I do that, Weasley? That is absolutely ridiculous.”

“I’ve never seen you wear glasses before,” Weasley insisted. “And you want me to believe it’s just a coincidence you show up here with glasses that look eerily like Harry’s, while Harry is in St Mungo’s because he couldn’t find his?”

Draco couldn’t help but gape at him.

“What? Potter is in St Mungo’s? What happened?”

“He has a concussion. Apparently, he kept bumping into things in his office, because he couldn’t see anything. When we found him, he was buried under one of his shelves.”

Draco’s eyes widened. Fuck! That was not what he had intended.

“Will he be okay?”

Weasley shrugged.

“I guess so. He already told the Healers he felt fine. But they want to keep him there for observation.”

Draco nodded absentmindedly, while the room suddenly started spinning. His right hand flew to his temple as a sudden shooting pain rippled through him.

“So, are you going to tell me why you stole Harry’s glasses?”

“I can’t talk right now. I’m busy, Weasley. Tell Potter I hope he gets well soon.”

“Yeah, right. Because you’re so concerned about him,” Weasley yelled after him as Draco hurried away.

Once he was in his office, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it. Everything was blurry and he felt really dizzy. It was almost like the floor was moving beneath him, making it hard to keep his balance. Maybe he needed to lay down for a bit. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. But before Draco could make his way over to the sofa, another wave of dizziness hit him and everything went black.


When Draco opened his eyes, everything around him was white. This definitely wasn’t his office. He looked around, dazed, until he realised where he was. St Mungo’s. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been in his office… Had he fainted? Everything was still a blur.

He tried to sit up carefully, his body aching as if he had been hit by a bludger. Multiple times.

“You’re finally awake.”

Draco jumped. He hadn’t realised there was another person in the room. It didn’t take him long to spot the mop of black hair in the bed beside his. Of all the rooms in this bloody hospital!

“Potter.”

He was wearing different glasses. Well, obviously he was. Draco still had his. Or did he? It didn’t seem like he was wearing them anymore. Thank Merlin! That would have been awkward! Speaking of awkward, Potter and his new glasses were a very strange sight. The frame was angular shaped and thick. And yellow. It looked horrible on him.

“So, what happened to you?” Potter asked. He was sitting crossed-legged on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Um… I’m not exactly sure,” Draco said quietly. That wasn’t entirely true. But he couldn’t say anything to Potter. Not now. Not ever.

“Okay.” Potter gave him a weird look that made Draco want to avert his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to make things unnecessarily uncomfortable right now, but I have to ask you. Why were you wearing my glasses?”

Draco gulped. Had Potter seen Draco wearing his glasses after all? When? When he had been brought in? Where were they now? His eyes quickly darted to the nightstand. No sign of them. Had Weasley told Potter?

Just play dumb.

“Why would you think I’d wear your glasses?”

Potter pressed his lips together, either out of annoyance or to suppress a smile, Draco wasn’t sure. Instead of replying, Potter got up and vanished into the bathroom. Draco frowned. When Potter emerged again, he was holding a hand mirror.

“I hate to break it to you,” Potter said, “but with those marks around your eyes, it’s pretty useless to deny it.” He handed Draco the hand mirror and looked at him expectantly.

Draco didn’t understand what Potter was talking about, until he took a look at himself. Around his eyes, on the bridge of his nose and on his temples were angry red marks. It almost looked like he was still wearing Potter’s glasses. Oh, for Merlin’s sake!

“So, care to tell me what-”

Before Potter could finish his question, the door opened and a bunch of people in white coats entered.

“Ah, Mr Malfoy, you are awake. Excellent,” one of the Healers said. “Hello, Mr Potter. Still insisting on going home?”  

Potter made a face.

“I told you, I feel fine,” he grumbled.

“Yes, yes. Only a few more hours and then you are free to go. Now, Mr Malfoy.” The Healer reached inside his coat pocket. “These glasses you were wearing when you were brought in…”

Oh, great! Draco felt the sudden urge to take a pillow and smother himself with it.

“… it seems like they were cursed.”

Draco blinked.

“They were?” Of course, that had been his suspicion all along.

“Yes. You were lucky you weren’t wearing them that long. It might have had fatal consequences if you had worn them all day.”

Draco bit his lip and made sure his eyes didn’t wander over to the other bed. Potter wasn’t supposed to find out about this!

“Our specialist will take another look at them. In the meantime, you should rest, Mr Malfoy. I’ll bring you a few potions later. And we’ll get rid of those marks on your face. You must have had an allergic reaction to the glasses. Are they new?”

“Um…” Draco wiped his suddenly very sweaty palms on the mattress. “In a manner of speaking.”

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Some really nice comments about Youngbae’s worries about BigBang and the Double Life appearance on TV… BigBang until whenever 

Translation:  dldldl0222

writing the beginning of a story

Originally posted by thegirlreturns

writing the middle of a story

Originally posted by manganimae

writing the end of a story

Originally posted by zerla

I was thinking of taking a stroll through town today since I don’t have class and I’ve been on a walking kick lately. Maybe get some holiday gifts bought.

Then I saw the first Black Friday sign, promptly turned around and holed up at home instead. I’ve never liked being in crowded places and combine that with the (to me unnecessary) hysteria of sales and I’m out!

sundae seems confused as to why im not cuddling her as often im sorry u amazing cat i cant pick u up or hold u in my lap ur literally too heavy fdhsjdodbd

So maybe the Strain attacks all of the main Scepter 4 cast at once and suddenly all of their swords transform into humans who reflect the holder’s secret inner self. Everyone’s sword looks kinda like a younger version of themselves, like Subaru looks like middle school Fushimi for example. In some cases I think that wouldn’t be so bad – like say Doumyouji’s Excalibur is probably a bit more openly insightful than his master but he’s still pretty carefree and energetic just the way Doumyouji is, or Hidaka’s Grand Slasher X who is pretty much a giant puppy in human form. Then there are others who are somewhat more embarrassing, like Akiyama can’t even bring himself to explain why Taruhi is wearing leather and six inch heels and constantly telling everyone to kneel. Benzai’s Zanshou probably has cat ears on his head and says ‘nyaa’ at the end of every sentence, Benzai keeps getting red faced partly from embarrassment and partly because he is resisting the desire to pat his sword’s head and talk to it in baby talk (and meanwhile Akiyama gets a little jealous because usually he’s the one who gets headpats from Benzai). Enomoto’s sword is a giant nerdy otaku who probably wears a sailor fuku and says 'desu’ a lot, everyone tries to reassure Enomoto by telling him not to worry because after all they all always knew he was a giant nerd and this is no surprise. Gotou’s Pochi is probably just like Gotou but even more chill, which to be honest is kinda worrying for everyone in its own way.

Then there’s Fushimi’s Subaru, who is kinda quiet and shy and clings to Fushimi a lot and everyone is charmed by the realization that secretly Fushimi-san is adorable and just wants to be given attention. Like Fushimi will be snapping at Hidaka for being late with the report while Subaru hovers behind him, then Grand Slasher X smiles brightly at him and waves and soon Subaru is waving shyly back and being a little embarrassed that he was noticed. Subaru is also very attached to Tenrou and looks up to him, Tenrou is basically Munakata but slightly less regal and 200% more dork so there’s a lot of 'Oh, Subaru-kun, come play with these ninja figures with me’ and Subaru walks over staring in amazement at the grand strategic battle that Tenrou is recreating using Munakata’s ninja figures. Munakata of course finds this charming and is pretty much watching over them like a proud daddy watches over his children, pleased that Fushimi-kun secretly appreciates his guidance so much while Fushimi looks away and glares and mutters that he is not looking for any guidance thanks.

When Yata shows up it probably gets even more of a mess because Subaru still wants Tenrou to give him attention but now he also wants Yata to give him attention and suddenly Fushimi has his own sword glaring at him for talking with Misaki too much. Yata finds out about the situation when Awashima shows up at the bar with Kikyo (who is basically a much more cute and girly Awashima who loves adorable things and is big sisterly to everyone while wearing cute hair decs). Yata thought the whole situation sounded funny so he really just stopped by Scepter 4 to tease Fushimi, except then he sees Subaru looking so much like middle school Fushimi that he just has to stop and stare for a moment. Subaru sees him and he just gets the biggest widest smile, brighter than any smile Yata ever saw on the real Fushimi’s face as Subaru runs over like 'Misaki!’ Yata’s all 'um, hi?’ and then Fushimi comes over wanting to know what Yata’s doing here. Yata says he was just stopping by and soon he and Fushimi are arguing a little while Subaru holds onto Yata’s arm and tries to get his attention. Failing that he spots Tenrou and runs over to him, Tenrou asks if Subaru would like to help him with something and Subaru is so excited to be asked, Tenrou calls him cute and pats him on the head and Subaru is just beaming. Yata meanwhile is staring all 'so…that’s how you really feel about your King?’, maybe a little jealous that Subaru let go of him so easily. Fushimi meanwhile would just be irritated at the whole thing, watching Subaru going back and worth between being all clingy towards Tenrou and then clingy to Misaki and probably wanting to be the center of everyone’s attention as much as possible.

anonymous asked:

what did anon say :(

it was some anti kin talking about us fickin being terrible and how we police others somehow?? Because we have canons or some garbage, idk, I blocked them! So obviously not fickin!!

there was also a three part message about how we should get over ourselves because it isn’t real! Just stop being ‘delucional’ you guys!’ Jokes on you I’m real as heck! Feel these bicep muscles!! I can bite open a cardboard box real good!

Mod party cat!

*they actually said delucional?? Like wow?! how dare!

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I was tagged by the lovely @defxoul ,, thank you so much!!  ♥︎

this is a selfie tag I guess so i’m going to tag some mutuals, ofc you don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable or don’t want to  ♥︎

tagging: @moonmyun@sassyseokmin@habitualwords@ikigaiyeol@sugarbaek​ 

Day 24: Bucket

Every time I go to write an AU or something different I end up writing some sort of aftercare ficlet. What is Max doing to poor Dirk? I love it.


It’s the giggle that stops him.

Todd freezes where he stands, one hand on the door and one foot on the threshold. Dirk’s presumably in the other room and it isn’t that there was anything wrong with the giggle it’s just that—he’s never heard it before. Not from Dirk. 

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