day 14: mistletoe | chwe hansol.

↳ the one about hansol avoiding every mistletoe if you’re under it

◇ chwe hansol x female reader ◇ angst with happy ending | friends to lovers ◇ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing. if i missed anything else please let me know! ◇ 2084 words (lol are we surprised?)

authors note: this is for day 14 of @svthub december prompt challenge: mistletoe. please let me know what you think and i hope you guys enjoy!

another note: i can't believe this is so long lol i guess i really can't help myself when it comes to hansol dfhdjhdj

1 new message nonieeee 

[10:00pm] nonieeee: where are you?

The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself after seeing the message your best friend had sent. He spent the whole night avoiding you, outright at some points even, and now wants to know where you are. 

Fucking typical that is. 

Usually, it’s something you can brush off easily, aware that he prefers to be somewhere else instead of attending big parties such as this, but you were hoping that tonight would’ve been different. 

Wearing his favourite red dress that you own and the necklace he gifted you on your birthday, you wished that Hansol would finally take notice of you, and finally see the way you feel about him. In turn, you hoped that he feels the same about you too.

But, he crushed any chance of that happening with the way he’d been acting, so you spend the rest of the night nursing a glass of wine one after the other. Finally feeling somewhat numb, you’re not going to let him ruin the rest of the night for you.

[10:05pm] you: why do you care [10:05pm] nonieeee: why wouldn’t i?

You almost can’t believe that you really have to spell it out for him, especially in your inebriated state. Almost.

[10:06pm] you: youve been tryging to avoidf me all nigth [10:06pm] nonieeee: are you drunk?

Rolling your eyes, you down the last drops of your sixth wine of the night before replying.

[10:07pm] you: i am notttttt

Placing your phone down on the bar, you ask the bartender for another glass. After taking a few sips of your drink, you finally notice the blinking notification on your phone.

[10:07pm] nonieeee: how much have you had to drink? [10:10pm] nonieeee: y/n where are you? [10:12pm] you: im fgine nonieeeeere [10:12pm] you: go bacjk to ignroing me [10:13pm] nonieeee: i haven’t been ignoring you

You may not be sober but the way Hansol is acting right now is confusing, even if you were. Not one part of you understands why he’s suddenly acting like this and you can’t tell whether he’s being dumb or he’s really not understanding what is happening.

Whatever the case is, your patience has been long gone and replaced by hurt. No longer able to hold it in, you embrace the liquid courage coursing your veins and finally speak your mind. Maybe, your heart too.

[10:17pm] you: omgg yes yuo hav [10:17pm] you: you bolted as sooon as i said hii toy ou,. left the ktcihen when i entered nd left the couch as soon as i satt dwon next toyo u [10:19pm] you: ibet youre wonderngi where i am just so youu cani gnore me again [10:20pm] nonieeee: that’s not true

You laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, though there’s no mirth to it. Finishing the rest of your drink, you throw all caution out the window.

[10:22pm] you: i even worem y pretty dress that you likee and the neckalce that you gotm e formy birthday because i wnted you tos ee me, to finally notice me  [10:23pm] you: but dont worrryy i gett itn ow. im out of th eway so you can enjoy the rest oft he party [10:23pm] you: im gna drnik somr more and maybe do som dncing

As you attempt to put away your phone, it vibrates again in your hand.

[10:24pm] nonieeee: listen i can explain [10:24pm] nonieeee: tell me where you are pls

Just when you’re about to reply, you feel a familiar presence next to you that makes you look up, but you’re disappointed to see that it’s not the person you’re longing to see. “What are you doing here, Mingyu?” you ask, voice slurry from the alcohol.

Mingyu waits for you to take the glass of water he’s offering and to drink it before he replies, “Seungcheol and Joshua sent me. They’re worried about how much alcohol you’re having.”

“I don’t mean to worry anyone,” you pout.

“We know,” he smiles. “What’s got you down?”

Sighing, you reach for the second glass of water he’s placed in front of you and down it too. “Hansol’s been avoiding me all night.”

“Ah.”

“I tried to look pretty for him, so I can pull him under a mistletoe and confess my feelings for him.”

Mingyu’s eyes sparkle, like he knows a secret he can’t share, but it’s gone before you know it and it leaves you questioning whether it’s something you imagined in your drunken haze.

“Well, maybe you still have a chance,” he says. “Why don’t we go and find a mistletoe that you can stand under and get him to find you? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.”

“Mkay,” you nod, “let me just send him a message real quick.”

[10:37pm] you: yknow hansol i like like liek like like likel ike like you like realllyyyyy reallyyyy like you [10:39pm] you: but icant deal with thsi right noww [10:39pm] you: i gotta dot his mistletoe thing wtih mingyu [10:40pm] you: bye

Just before you shove your phone in your purse, you feel it vibrate once, twice, too many times to count, but you refuse to check it. He was avoiding your presence so the way you see it, you can avoid his messages.

Mingyu sets out two more glasses of water for you which you gratefully accept, sobering up as you finish the last glass. Needing to relieve yourself, he offers to wait for you by the door. 

When you exit the bathroom, Mingyu is there holding out his hand and when you raise your hand to reach for him, another hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from your friend. Confused, you look back and see Mingyu beaming at you, holding two thumbs up in the air.

Turning back to your wrist, you immediately recognise the ring on his pinky finger and the watch you gifted him on his wrist. The person who has a hold of you is none other than your best friend Hansol Vernon Chwe himself, the person who’s avoided you all night and shattered your heart into pieces.

“Let me go,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the loud pumping music.

“No,” he replies without looking back, continuing to drag you through the crowd.

“Hansol, let me go,” you repeat, hurt evident in your voice. 

Halting in his tracks, Hansol turns to face you, “No, I’m not letting you go again.” Something in his tone makes you think he means more than what he’s saying and you guess right when he adds, “Just… please let me explain. I don’t want to lose you like this.”

Concern floods your features and you grow more nervous than before, but find yourself nodding to his request. It’s not like you’re gonna say no, you never have when it comes to him. 

In a short while, he leads you through a door and out into the backyard, not stopping until he reaches a tree away from the crowd. Turning to finally face you, Hansol takes his time to look at you, really look at you, his stare making you feel like he can see your soul. 

“Why were you avoiding me?” you break first, unable to bear the tension. 

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were—”

“I wasn’t avoiding you, I was avoiding the mistletoe!” Hansol raises his voice just enough so you can hear him over your own thoughts. Finally letting go of your wrist, much to your dismay, he runs his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of you. 

“Why were you avoiding the mistletoe?” you prod, knowing that he needs your assistance in order to continue. 

Sighing, he stops his pacing and comes back to face you. “The guys had this plan,” he starts and you make sure to listen since he’s finally opening up to you. “They were gonna get the both of us under the mistletoe and get us to kiss.”

The revelation has you reeling and your heart starts to beat so fast that it might beat right out of your chest. “Wait, so you avoided me because you didn’t want to kiss me?”

“Of course, I didn’t want to kiss you,” he confirms and if your heart wasn’t broken before, it certainly is now. 

“Wow, that’s um, great—”

“It’s not like that,” Hansol clarifies quickly, not wanting you to misunderstand further. “The reason I didn’t want to kiss you was because I didn’t want to ruin everything and lose you.”

“Why would that ruin everything?” you ask but Hansol doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own head and feelings.

“But then, you said you were going to kiss Mingyu,” he continued, voice pained, “and it turns out that I was going to lose you even if I didn’t kiss you.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss—”

“I don’t want you to kiss him,” Hansol looks at you, broken. “Especially not after all you said in those texts.”

Dread fills you and suddenly you feel queasy from more than just the alcohol. “What did I say?” you ask in a panic, your memory failing you. 

Hansol closes the gap between your bodies and cups your face in his hands, “You said that you wanted me to see you, really see you—”

“Oh god, I—”

“—and that you really like me.”

The urge to run breaches the surface. “Listen, Hansol I—”

“I’m in love with you,” Hansol confesses and you swear your heart stops beating. “I didn’t think you felt the same way so I never said anything and that’s why I thought I was going to ruin everything if I kissed you. So, don’t kiss Mingyu. Please.”

“I was never going to,” you finally get to tell him. “The whole reason he was taking me to a mistletoe was so I could stand there and wait for you to show up. He was going to fetch you straight after.”

“Really?” he asks, face lighting up with hope. 

Nodding, you wrap your hands around his wrists while he still holds you. “You’re such an idiot,” you scold lightly, tears of joy welling up at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m your idiot.”

“You’re blind too.”

“The same goes for you,” Hansol scoffs.

Stepping closer until your chest to chest, your lips brush against his. “Too bad there isn’t a mistletoe out here,” you tease.

“Actually, there is one,” he swallows nervously, pointing at a tree branch above you. There it is, in all its glory, tied with a red string. “I put it up there, in case I ever got the courage to actually confess to you the way I wanted to.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Can I kiss you yet?” Hansol whines, leaning his forehead against yours. 

Smiling, you cave in, kissing him just as you wanted.

-

[10:41pm] nonieeee: what? [10:41pm] nonieeee: what mistletoe? [10:42pm] nonieeee: y/n! [10:42pm] nonieeee: what are you talking about? [10:42pm] nonieeee: where are you? [10:43pm] nonieeee: are you kidding me right now? [10:43pm] nonieeee: y/n!! stop!! [10:43pm] nonieeee: reply back to me right now [10:47pm] nonieeee: and mingyu isn’t answering me either so that’s just great :) [10:47pm] nonieeee: y/n i’ve been in love with you for the longest time i can’t believe you’re so blind [10:48pm] nonieeee: how come you never said anything??? [10:50pm] nonieeee: wait don’t answer that, i should’ve known but i was too busy pretending that i was imagining things because i don’t deserve someone as amazing as you hahaha [10:51pm] nonieeee: also you looked so beautiful tonight i lost all my fucking brain cells [10:52pm] nonieeee: i can’t believe i avoided you all night just for this to happen [10:52pm] nonieeee: and i can’t believe i’m saying all of this to you through text instead of in person [10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m sorry you like an idiot like me [10:53pm] nonieeee: please stay where you are [10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m gonna come and find you [10:55pm] nonieeee: no matter what happens, please don’t kiss mingyu

-

[03:00pm] you: hansol? [03:00pm] nonieeee: yes, my beloved [03:01pm] you: i 🌋 you (get it? i lava you) [03:02pm] nonieeee: now who’s cheesy? [03:02pm] nonieeee: i 🌋 you too :)

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bad boy au | na jaemin

na jaemin, the notorious playboy of his school

literally flirts his way out of trouble

his english teacher caught his cheating during his test and what did jaemin do? wink and slide the paper up his sleeves

“ah you must be mistaken i would never cheat on a test! esp w a teacher as pretty as you ♥ ~(◠‿◕✿)”

cue the teacher blushin and letting him off and jeno laughing at him getting caught

part of the dreamie squad obviously 

the whole group of them are absolute hearthrobs

but jaemin is like the leader ever since mark graduated ot7(╥﹏╥)o

whenever he walks down the hall or into class, guaranteed the students are squealing and highkey blushing

i mean who isn’t, jaemin is a god???

he’s also known for playing around w girls and boys

its never too serious as jaemin always cuts it off when if they say i love you

homeboy isn’t about that committed life

which sucks for the ppl he has a thing with

because he treats them so good

always taking them out on the cutest dates, to the newest cafe, the aquarium, the ice cream shop even simple dates in the park!!

 pulling out their chair for them, holding the door open for them all that gentleman ish!!

but they always want more from jaemin

jaemin is known to be affectionate w his own friends but he’s never done any pda with his flings

which confuses them bc??does jaemin like me?? 

the answer is; no

despite what he says while flirting he rarely means any of it, he just likes the reactions he gets like,

when he compliments them and they turn red

or he holds their hand and they get all shy

but he loses interest in them as quickly as he gets it and is quick to cut it off

which does make him a bit of an asshole in that sense

but he does it in such a nice way they can’t get mad

he also dyes his hair so!!much!! 

how hasn’t it fallen out yet!!!

also kind of a stoner

psa; dont do drugs kids if ur underage!! this is just an au!!!

he likes to get faded behind the abandoned carnival the dreamies have dubbed as their hangout

its rlly just a closed down amusement park thats rlly old and they just spray painted DREAM on everything they could find but the dreamies love the eerie feeling they get in ther and like to pretend they own it

AND theirs no cops around so they can do what they like

which usually means getting crossfaded or having the occasional bonfire/party but most of the time they just get a truckload of candy and challenge each other on pokemon w their nintendos lol

he also likes the feeling of his surroundings being numb and always ends up falling asleep after he finishes a blunt

which leaves a sleepy and clingy jaemin stuck w the rest of the dreamies

jaemin doesn’t let himself smoke around his flings as he doesn’t trust them nearly as much as his boys

lowkey has trust issues

but once he gets his daily dose of coffee, like 3000 shots of espresso he is A W A K E

the dreamies are the worst for almost getting in trouble

when it gets dark they usually hop on their bikes, grab two bottles of spray paint each, and go on into their neighbourhood, whilst playing obnixous dubstep from their speakers

and cause total chaos 

they always leave dogs barking and house lights turning on in their wake as they cycle like mad men down the empty streets, streaking the road with luminous pinks and greens

they get the biggest thrill out of being chased by the local police

whenever the hear the telltale siren they all whoop and laugh in unison, shouting out bets on who will get caught first chenle and who’ll get back to the hangout first renjun

it’s dangerous but they get a real kick out of it and always make sure to tweet about and post it on ig

overall jaemin is jus your average bad boy who likes causing havoc

but who doesn’t like havoc?? 

you, my dear reader :))

you had just moved house and into a completely new neighborhood

 it was your fifth day in your new home and you missed your old area a lottt

and you were highkey bitter bc you didn’t want to move but your parents made you >:((

so sunday night rolls around and you were chilling in bed, watching some dumb yt video when all of sudden in the distance you heard,,,thumping,,,

like really ugly but rhythmic thumping,,,

and it was getting louder and closer to your house

so you being all investigative, throw on your hoodie and waddle on downstairs and open your front door, the porch light turning on automatically

and what you saw was a sight

there were a group of boys cycling up and down your street, attempting to do tricks like wheelies???and shit

but as they did their tricks they were spraying the ground so they left a lot of squiggly lines as they turned and jumped

you didn’t mind that, you thought it was actually kind of pretty

but what wasn’t pretty was that hideous music

you were pretty sure they were playing that im blue dabdeeda song but a dubstepped remix version 

and god it was awful

but you kinda assumed they must have gona tone deaf bc they were screeching the lyrics to the tops of the voices and one tall kid was trying to freestyle to it

yeah, they were a sight

 you noticed none of the neighours had come outside which meant this was a normal occurrence??

oh no, you were not having this

without a second thought you shoved your feet into your uggs by the door and stomped your little butt over to the group of screaming boys

one of the boys who was on his phone on his bike, noticed you storming towards them and quickly hit another guy next to him and so on

until all their attention was on you

all six of them 

if it were your old neighbourhood you would have been flustered at their attention on you and they were good looking and you were wearing an,,,odd attire

but you didn’t care

once you reached them you just crossed your arms

“whose playing the music?”

they kinda looked at you as if you spoke another language

until you arched an eyebrow and the tall kid from earlier raised his hand, holding his phone 

“uh,,, i am,,, i’m jisung,,,”

you marched over to him and swiped his phone, ignoring the laughing from one of the boys, scrolling thru his horrible choice of songs

then one of them tapped you on ur shoulder

“so like,,who are you? whats your deal sis?”

you noted he had quite an ugly bowlcut that was also bright red and you just rolled your eyes, before typing in a decent song in jisungs phone

another kid stepped forward and tried to look menacing as he stood up slightly taller in front of you

“like haechan asked,,what’s your deal? do you know who we are?”

you scoffed and clicked on the song, feeling satisfied as frank oceans song ivy played through the speaker

“frankly i don’t care who you guys are but your taste in music is shit and you all sound obnoxious”

homeboy who tried to seem tough was lowkey shook

and haechan just laughed really sarcastically 

“our music taste is shit? your outfit is a mess” 

your outfit was literally a large hoodie and uggs but like??your mom bought them and u liked them!!

“my mess of an outfit is worth more than that tragic cheap dye job you got ontop of your scalp smh”

haechan just gaped at you while the boys tried to hide their snickers 

you were about to leave before another one of them stepped forward, stretching out his hand

“yo you’re kinda funny, i’m renjun!” 

u just stared at his hand 

“yeah cool i dont care, bye”

ohhhh cold

you had stalked off from them ignroing their oooo savages behind you, ready to slip back into bed highkey proud of yourself 

BUT

not so fast

suddenly your met with a really smiley face with pink hair

he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it giving you his usual, heart stopping smile

“i don’t think i’ve seen you before...i’m jaemin and its very nice to meet you (◕‿-)“

but you are not liking his large ass smile

you rip your hand back and just arch your eyebrow again at him

“are you all actually deaf? I am y/n, and I do not care! goodnight!” 

and off you storm, this time actually making it to your door

you spare one more glance at them as you’re closing it 

and the group are almost crying bc they’re laughing so hard at jaemin whose looking over at you 

and he just winks at as u slam the door shut 

damn reader, ur wildt

once you’re back in your room you hear the group disappearing down the street, smiling as you hear frank ocean’s voice float away slowly

you peak out your window to see if they’re all gone but what you see leaves your mouth gaping

there in a mix of luminous pink and greens, spelled out in capitals is

TILL NEXT TIME Y/N ♥

there was gona b a next time??? oh no poor you ;)

Ducktales Reviews! 3-5: Louie’s Eleven!

In my most anticipated ep of this batch, Louie’s Ocean’s Eleven esque heist gets derailed by his own ego and someone pulling a Die Hard while Donald finds love in an elevator living it up when he’s going down with the best Daisy in history. Romantic musical numbers, people being dicks, and suprise returns insure. Hey you kooky beatniks there’s gonna be a heist, tonnnniggghtttt under the cut. 

If the little intro blurb didn’t give it away, i’ve been waiting for this one all season, with the last two being okay but not amazing and a suprise treat respectivley. WIth Daisy debuting, a heist (a genre I love and need to watch more of) and the Cablleros, expectations were high... and met and exceded. Yeah while the show has disapointed me before (The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks, which this episode is somehow a sequel to is the prime example. ) with an episode I was chomping at the bit for this one delivered.  The basic setup is as you’d expect: Donald, now having less parental obligations has gotten the Cablleros back together. It’s something Frank hinted at in the EW interview for this episode: That they wanted to explore just what Donald would do now he could ease up a bit. He’s not alone anymore: He trusts Scrooge again, He has Beakly to educate them and his sister to split parenting duties with and make up for lost time. He’s in a good place and has freedom for the first time in 10 years, almost 11... so what DOES he do with it? Up until now his life has been his kids: Sure his overproection of them and trying to get them away from Scrooge was more him projecting over his issues with Della and his childhood in general, but he still meant well on some level. Their his world, the thing he cares most about, and while the boys can be disprectful it’s been shown multiple times they truly love their adopted dad as much as their newly returned mom and Donald did an outstanding job raising them warts and all. What do you do when your life has been one thing for a good third of it?  It’s why I think him trying to get famous through his music makes a lot of sense: His college days and adventures were a happy time for him: hanging out with his best friends, doing something he truly loved, and doing something normal at the same time. So of course the idea of having them not only presumibly move to the area for this, so he has friends close again, and do something from a time he was truly happy... of course he’d jump on that.  But given our trio consists of a disaster area with horrible planning skills 90% of the time, a boisterous rooster, and a playboy Parrot, their plana mounts to “Go to rich people’s bathrooms and plkay and hope they don’t get thrown out”. Since that failed, Louie, being Louie steps in with a crooked contract (Which Donald relucntantly signs after Panchito has already forged his name) and an elaborate heist on tastemaker Emma Glamour’s annual party with the help of his 11: Louie himself, Dewey (More on him in a minute), one of the background characters, the cabs, webby, Huey (whose suprised to find out he just did a forgery), Gyro (who is TOTALLY not in just to test out his new headsets which TOTALLY don’t make your head go pop if you wear them too long) and Manny as his trump card.  But naturally this being a heist pastiche, things go wrong from the start: Turns out Glamour beefed up security with an old familiar face: Falcon Graves, who you may remember from infernal internship and was freaking awesome and kinda hot. He’s back, and Dewey’s understandably afraid of Graves spotting him given last time they met Dewey threw him off a roof.  Things naturally snowball from there: An attempt to have Donald grab a stage pass from Glamour’s assitant, Daisy, aka the reason everyone anticipated this episode so much including me, goes sideways because well Donald and he gets trapped in the elevator with her strapped together. Oh and she finds out he’s a party crasher here for his own plans. Great first meeting.  Meanwhile Jose and Panchito fail to get past the rest of security, Louie continues to undervalue Dewey and fails to schmooze Glamour, and oh yeah: Graves was pulling a Die Hard the entire time in a really nice twist I didn’t see coming. Graves brings in some familiar hired goons: The smashnikovs and Gabby McStabberson from the pilot, back again if in a minor role. The night is full of many happy returns, but we’ll get to the last suprise guest in a second. Meanwhile Donald bonds with Daisy as both feel ignored: Daisy is revealed to, in line with her charcter in general, be a budding fashion designer who wants her dress, the stunning green number that’s been circulating around, to get on the list and hoped by showing it to Glamour at the party and helping plan it, she’d throw her a bone. I REALLY like Daisy’s character here a LOT. She has Daisy’s empathy, love of fashion, with some added ambition and combat prowess, more on that in a second, while still being willing to call someone out if she has to, and even when she does so to Donald it is after she finds out he was gatecrashing her one shot at getting ahead in her dream career, calming down when she gets an understanding of his reasons and just how lonely he truly feels. Frank scraped together every good part of every version of daisy and left her old, horribly outdated and sexist “nagging girlfriend/wife from every sitcom that came decades after this character was created” characterization used at times dead and buried.  Speaking of Donald, the musical number was utterly beautiful, the clear highlight of the episode and wonderfully romantic, while also heartbreaking: and Donald not being listend to DOES really tie into his character for me: no one really has: Della and Scrooge flat out ignored his concerns about space travel, while the boys love him they will, with Huey being the outlier, ignore or dispresct him frequently. And even his two best friends bicker over their own directions for the bands while ignoring him up to the end, something I DO wish had gotten more focus, as do I wish the cabs had gotten just a touch more in general as their mostly off to the side. That being said I like this: besides being somewhat meta given donald’s spare use in season 1 and being only in about half of season 2, I like this: It shows that while he appears to take his family ignroing waht he wants constantly in stride inside he jsut wants SOMEONE to care about what he wants and needs, genuinely care. I mean “The Golden Spear” did show they TRY at times, with the cruise being an especially nice gesture, but most of the time they generally don’t think about donald when planning family outings or what not, it’s just one adventure after another with him left in the dust or fearing for his life. He’s a great adventuer, truly legendary.. but he dosen’t LIKE adventuering. He just wants someone who cares about what he wants.. and he’s found it in someone looking for the same and seeing not someone they love but don’t respect.. but a sweet kind man who just wants for someone to respect what he wants and genuinelyw ork at doing that. And he got it.  Before we get to the climax the other main plot, since both plots share equal time this ep really and are really just two halfs of the same main plot, the Dewey and Louie plot is a bit weaker. It’s not BAD but it is predictable, though it was nice to see Louie be the control freak and it makes sense: hustling what he’s good at so of course he wants to see his plan go through and get the glory... but he fails to be actually GOOD at heisting whicha lso makes sense: Louie’s good at manipulationa nd seeing angles.. but he’s so caught up in his own scheme, he can’t see them and is blind to the value of his own brother. While Deweey can be massively unehlpful and attention whorish, he does have a genuine knowledge of the partya nd Glamour that woudl’ve made things go faster, and it does fit his character enough not to be jaring and the ending of it, with Dewey providing a critical distraction AND getting on the list himself, whlie Louie saves his eleven and a huge fight with them, and daisy who proves every bit as badass and prone to bersekerr rages as her man, that’s a treat to see, is predictable, though the bit of Louie giving Dewey a new heist plan with his brother included and admitting he was wrong wa nice. It’s not bad, it just pales in comaprison to the donsy plot right next to it that’s so much fresher and more intersting.  However while the main brother conflict is mostly passable, the rest of the heist is wells et up and the ep as a whole shot up from good to great witht he climax, starting with a big, wonderful, and fucking hilarous reveal: Graves was after Glamour’s phone, which acesses her website and sold it off to the highest bidder.. and the second we find out that was his plan, it becomes obvious just whose coming back: Beaksy is back, to graves utter horror after the fiasco from last time, as he wants on the list. And while the minute graves mentioned he was selling off Emma’s phone I could tell Beaks was about to make his way in, the show did throw me a genuine , wonderful curveball: Emma is beaks mother. Given his mom is a cold and distant assholish tastemaker and “Coach Dad” apparently mocked his unatheltic son, it explains.. pretty much everything really. Graves is mortified and eventually just plans to say screw it and kill both for annoying him, another bit I like as it shows even a consumate professional can get fed up with the beaks family, understandably their Duckberg’s version of the Sapperstiens at this point, but Emma is saved by Daisy, who after Graves whaleson donald, returns the favor and beats the shit out of him. It twas glorious.  So things wrap up: everyone’s new faviorite couple takes turns telling Emma off who actually concedes to Daisy telling her someone needed to stand up to her, and puts her dress ont he list, graves is arressed by Detective Cabrera (to my utter delight, one last nice suprise) and the boys play their number.. they don’t get on the list because donald can’t sing, but Daisy is smitten and Donald likewise. Also beaks is squatted next to his mom whining like a petulant child because of course he is. All in all a great ending As you could tell I loved this ep. While again the main dewey and louie conflict was just kinda stock and predictable, the amount of energy and heart in the rest of the episode easily overrides it, and I was delighted both to see Graves come back and to see beaks suprise appearnce tying him to both of the episodes antagonists. Overall a well plotted fun romp despite it’s flaws and one of the highlights so far. An instant classic. As for where it ranks... 1. Quack Pack 2. Louie’s Eleven 3. Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks! 4. The Lost Harp of MIrvana! 6. Double O Duck . HOpe you liked the review and if there’s any other episode from the first two seasons of the reboot or from the original, or from the disney afternoon or the animated marvel canon, just throw me a message or an ask. Later days.  Stray thoughts; 1. Huey’s bit was gold and I feel for the poor boy.  2. I was mildly disapointed the eleven mostly included exactly who you thought and Manny when we have a rather large supporitng cast to pull from. 

bts- they say they love you the first time

Seokjin

“Make sure you keep drinking water,”

“Okay.”

“And don’t forget to be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt again just by missing a few steps.”

“Okay.”

“And-”

“Y/N..” Jin grabbed your cheeks in his hands, cutting you off from your ‘safety’ rambling. He smiled down at you and pressed a little kiss to the tip of your nose. "I've been on stage many times. I know to be careful."

You sighed but nodded. You just wanted him to be safe. He knew you cared about him and he cared about you too. So much in fact... "I love you." His words were soft. His eyes were on yours and you couldn't look away. Your heart was racing because he never said that before but Jin knew he meant it. He knew he loved you, he had known it for awhile. Finally, he said it. He needed too. 

"I love you, too, Jin."

"I know." He did. He really did.

Yoongi

You sat on the couch silently with him. He had just got home from a long day and ate the nice dinner you made for him, and now he was relaxing and watching one of your favorite shows with you. You sat tucked into his side with his arm around you. 

Yoongi was known to be quiet, a closed-off type of guy, but with that little sweet side. Yet people didn't understand just how soft he could be. Especially with you. 

He looked over at you and smiled to himself. He couldn't help but to admire you and how concentrated you were on the show. You fiddled with your fingers and made mindless expressions at what was happened. Your hair was messy and you were only in your pajamas yet to Yoongi, you looked incredibly beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. 

Sighing, Yoongi finally broke the comfortable silence between the two of you. "I love you."

Your attention so quickly changed from the show to your boyfriend. Your mouth gaped open in shock as you clearly didn't see that coming, especially at a time like this. Yet you knew he meant it. You closed your parted lips and smiled at him. "I love you too, Yoongi."

Hoseok

"You nailed that move, Hobi, please don't be so hard on yourself."

"There's just something off about it. If I just move like this..." You sighed as you watched your boyfriend start the same dance yet again. The same dance he's been trying to do perfectly for the last hour and a half. You were tired and hungry and just wanted the two of you to finally go to dinner like he promised ages ago.

With a huff, you dropped your bag and slumped down in a chair in the corner of the room. Hoseok looked at you through the mirror he stood in front of. The two of you stared back at one another in a silence. He furrowed his brow, wiped the sweat from his forehead and tilted his head to the right.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel nervous with him looking at you like that, but you definitely did. His gaze was intense and you wiggled in your seat. Suddenly he moved so quickly, so swiftly-

"I did it! Baby, I did it, I got the move!" Hoseok jumped up and down with so much excitement before turning and running back to you. You clapped your hands happily before standing and running to him, meeting him halfway. 

Suddenly you weren't so hungry anymore. Only proud. 

"All I had to do was look at you and I got it. Thank you, I love you so much."

The two of you pulled away a little bit from your hug to see one another. The smile on your face wasn't only you being proud anymore, but the fact that you were so in love. "Gosh, I love you Hobi."

Namjoon

It was late. Really late. Namjoon had been home late every day for the past few weeks but not this late. You paced around the living room of your shared apartment with your fingertips pressed to your lips. He hadn't been answering any of your calls or texts either and that only made you even more worried. He never ignored you, not even when he was busy practicing or writing. 

So when you heard the keys clinking together outside the door, you didn't even give him two seconds to unlock it himself before doing it on your own and swinging the door open. 

Namjoon stood there with his eyes wide in surprise. He really expected for you to be asleep with how late it was. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

"No! Why were you ignroing me? Why are you home so late? Are you okay?" All of your questions came out faster than he was even able to respond to you. With a soft and sleepy chuckle, Namjoon walked in with you and closed the door behind him. 

"My phone died." You crossed your arms over your chest at his simple reply. Namjoon caught on quickly to that not being a good enough answer. He grabbed your arms in his hands and gently rubbed them. "I'm serious. My phone died and we were practicing really late to get ready for tour. I wasn't ignoring you and I am okay. Don't worry so much."

"I can't stop worrying... I'm sorry, I just love you." 

Namjoon arched his brow at you in shock, yet he wasn't too surprised. He knew how you felt. He felt it too. You were nervous but he needed to know it, and you wanted him to. He smiled so happily at you despite being so tired. Hugging you now, he kissed the top of your head, whispering, "I love you too, princess."

Jimin

“You idiot, give me my cookie back.”

“No. I want a bite.”

“Jimin.”

“No.”

“Jimin!” 

“If you love me, you’ll give me a bite.” 

You only stared back at Jimin with a blank stare. He gave that cute, innocent smile that he does so well. Usually, you’d be able to ignore it but not this time. You melted inside. Your cheeks heated up in a blush before looking away quietly. Jimin caught on and gasped. “You love me!”

“Yeah, so what?” Your words were low but they meant everything to him.

“I love you too, Y/N. Truly.”

"Enough to give me my cookie back?" You pleaded with your hand out to him. 

Jimin smiled and nodded, taking a little bite before giving you the rest back. He couldn't resist that sweet look you always gave him. Who knew you'd confess your love to him over a cookie, though.

Taehyung

"Tae?" 

"Hm?" Taehyung took his attention off his phone and gave it to you instead. His eyes met yours and he gave you a little, yet heartwarming, smile. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." You shook your head. With a little deep breath, you took your boyfriend's hand from across the table where you two sat in the dressing room together. "I just wanted to say something. Something that I-"

"V, you're up next for make-up." Someone called out from across the room to him. You smiled small and waved off what you were going to say figured this would’ve been a bad time to express your feelings anyway.

"Okay." He called back. He gave your hand a little squeeze. He knew exactly what you were going to say because he wanted to say it too but he was waiting for the right time. And seeing that sadness in your eyes, he knew this was the time. "I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes lit up so quickly. You smiled at him so happily, as he did back at you. "I love you, Tae."

Jungkook

Jungkook was breathless. He had just got off the stage as their concert had just finished, and he sat down on a chair to catch his breath and get a drink of water. You handed him a cold water bottle then grabbed a rag nearby to wipe his forehead a little as he was sweating quite a bit.

"Did you watch the whole thing?" He asked you after catching his breath. 

You smiled. "Of course I did. I always do, silly."

"I know. I just like knowing that you do." He grinned and you gave him a soft kiss against his now clean forehead. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you from behind him to in front of him. "Y/N, I love you. I know this is a bad time to say it but I do. A lot. And I haven't felt this way about anyone else so I'm sorry if I don't show it well but I do love you. Like... a lot. Okay?"

You held his hands in yours. His words made your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart race. The two of you held eye contact as he spoke, and afterward too. 

So much was going on around you yet he was all you could see now. 

"Okay." You replied. He smiled at you, nodding, and stood up. He wasn't disappointed that you didn't say it back, but he didn't realize how badly he wanted to hear it until, "I love you, too, Jungkook."

All he could do was smile. So much, until his cheeks hurt.

Romeo, Romeo

Request: Could you do a Dean x Mafia!Reader where Dean goes undercover and joins the Mafia in order to take them down because they killed his family, but things gets complicated because he falls in love with Reader?

Pairing: Undercover cop!Dean x Mafia!reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, mention of murder

A/N: This was super fun, especially after the mafia-esque episode we had in this season...

“You’re new right?” you asked the man outside your dad’s home office, his head spinning around behind him. “Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

“I’m not supposed to speak with you,” said the man in a navy blue suit that looked way too good on him.

“Well you aren’t supposed to join the mafia either but both of us already know you aren’t a choir boy,” you said with a smile, the man biting back one of his own. “So what’s your name?”

“Dean,” he said, straightening himself out again, hands behind his back outside the room.

“You got a last name, Dean?” you asked, leaning against the wall across from him, Dean glancing down the hall. “Dad likes when I get to know the new guys. He says I have a different perspective on these things.”

“Whatever Mr. Scalesi says,” said Dean.

“S’not even our real last name,” you said, Dean swallowing hard. “You worry too much. Dad keeps the guys around that I like. You got nothing to sweat about. What’s that last name again?”

“Ragu,” said Dean.

“Like the sauce?” you said, Dean rolling his eyes. “Now you’re warming up to me. That’s a good thing. Dad thought you might be a cop.”

“A cop? I hate cops,” said Dean.

“Eh, I don’t. Don’t tell on me though or dad’ll try to ground me for having free will,” you said.

“Your feelings towards law enforcement are safe with me,” he said with a smile.

“So I’ll see you around the house some more I hope,” you said, walking away with a swing of your hips. “Later, Dean.”

“Goodbye Ms. Scalesi.”

“Your father is going to murder me. No, he’s going to torture me, chop me into little pieces, then murder me,” said Dean, standing in front of your bathroom mirror, trying to comb his hair back in place.

“Oh come on. My dad knows I make out with boys. I do a hell of a lot more with them too if we got the time,” you said, Dean whimpering from the bathroom. “We should go out sometime, like on a real date. Sneaking around is fun and all but I’d like to...you know.”

“You know what?” asked Dean, coming out of the bathroom, his tie back on but not at the same angle it was before. You walked over and undid it, tying it back in place as he watched. “Like...a real date?”

“Yeah. You’re a nice guy. I mean, I know you work for my dad and maybe you do some not so nice stuff I don’t want to know about, but you just feel different than the other guys around here. I can actually talk to you,” you said.

“Dating is different than stealing kisses, Y/N,” said Dean, your hands smoothing out his jacket for him.

“I understand,” you said, turning away.

“I’m saying, it would be difficult to not act how we wanted to around each other in the presence of others,” said Dean.

“We could just run away,” you said, glancing back, Dean chuckling and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“That worked out so well for Romeo and Juliet,” said Dean, kissing your cheek. “Why do you want to run away anyways? You have money, you don’t have to work, you have protection from anything that could ever hurt you here.”

“I don’t like my life,” you said. “Except for this part.”

“I will try to sneak back up tonight to see you so we can plan our date, sweetheart,” he said, kissing you again before heading for your door.

“Dad,” you said at breakfast a few days later, the morning after your date with Dean. Oh, it’d been such a perfect date. It’d been a disaster for a million different reasons but getting Dean out of the house...he was like a different person. He was kind and funny and such a gentlemen with a sailor’s mouth. 

You were definitely keeping him.

“You were out with your little friend, Sasha. Dean kept you out good and long just like you wanted,” said your dad, reading over the paper as you stabbed at your waffles. “Princess.”

“I can’t stand that name,” you growled, a few of the heads in the room whipping around. “I can’t stand that I can’t eat breakfast in our own kitchen without half the mob hanging around eating my yogurt, Franklin,” you said, Frankie stopping mid mouthful to put the cup down. “I especially can’t stand that when I go out at night, you decide to kill people in the family room!”

“Killing is a way of this life. You’re old enough to understand that,” said your father, ignroing the rest of your comments like usual.

“I’m moving out,” you said, your father looking over his paper, the other’s in the room hiding away in whatever corner they could find.

“How many times are we going to have this conversation?” he asked. “The answer is no.”

“I’m an adult. The only reason I’m here is-”

“Is because every time you run away, the boys bring you home until you realize how terrible life is out there for everyone else,” he said.

“Because of people like you,” you said.

“You ain’t exactly a saint,” he said, sipping on his coffee. “How many crimes have you seen and not told anyone?”

“You killed the last cop I tried to tell! Your argument doesn’t make any sense,” you growled, your father sighing.

“Dean, could you escort Y/N to her room and make sure she spends the day there,” said your father, picking up his paper again. “I expect you’ll have a different opinion after an attitude adjustment, princess.”

“Fuck you,” you said, storming off down the hall, slamming your door shut before Dean could get there. 

“Y/N,” said Dean calmly when he knocked at the door. You flung it open, Dean walking inside and shutting it softly behind him. “You should try to calm down.”

“You’re the only guy in this place that would let me sneak out of here right now,” you said, climbing onto your bed, tucking your knees into your chest. “He’d rip you to shreds if you did.”

“Have you really tried to run away before?” he asked.

“First time I tried I was four. After I watched him murder my mother,” you said. “I sort of stopped being a daddy’s girl after that.”

“I thought I had it rough,” he said, sitting down beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “My family was sort of murdered too.”

“That’s awful,” you said, Dean shrugging.

“It was a long time ago. I was at a sleepover,” he said. “I should have been home.”

“Did they ever catch who did it?” you asked.

“They had a suspect but not enough to charge him. He’s still walking free to this day,” said Dean.

“I’m so sorry, Dean,” you said, unwrapping your arms, giving him a hug.

“I’ll get him someday,” said Dean. “Your mom though...with your dad...that’s got to be a whole other level of messed up.”

“Yup. She’s in the backyard. I sort of felt like she was watching over me still, making sure I stayed okay with him around,” you said. “That’s sounds super creepy now that I say it out loud.”

“Nah,” said Dean.

“You’re not going to tell my dad I told you any of this,” you said. “He’ll really get pissed then.”

“No offense to Mr. Scalesi but I prefer to be in your good graces more than his,” said Dean.

“Then this is gonna be the awkward part,” you said, Dean cocking his head. “You know how he said I had to have an attitude adjustment? Mafia speak...”

“He wants me to...oh fuck no, I’m not laying a finger on you,” said Dean, glaring at the door.

“He will kill you if you don’t you understand,” you said.

“Then let him take a shot at me,” said Dean. “No way...do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” you said, Dean pursing his lips.

“Really, really trust me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, Dean nodding his head.

“Okay. I need you to call the Bay Area police, ask to speak to Chief Wallace. Tell him there’s a body in the backyard,” he said, shoving your phone in your hands.

“What?” you asked, Dean sliding off the bed and heading for the door.

“Just do it for me, please.”

You were pretty sure you had your eyes closed the whole time a swat guy guided you out of your room and through the house to the outside. The gunfire had been loud downstairs and Dean never came back. You were positive at least someone hadn’t made it out in one piece.

“Stay,” said the swat guy as he stopped you by the back of a cop car, another officer standing nearby. You must have stood there for nearly an hour before the man who looked like he was in charge walked over.

“Ms. Scalesi? Chief Wallace,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “Your father has been arrested for murder, suspsicion of murder, child abuse and a bunch of other crap we’re sure he’ll admit to once the ball starts rolling. You gonna testify?”

“Testify?” you asked.

“You were witness to a murder for one,” he said. “Unless you have some family loyalty that you’ve suddenly decided to care about.”

“I want a deal,” you said, the chief lifting his chin. “One of my dad’s guys. He got me to call the cops in the first place.”

“Mr. Dean Ragu by any chance?” asked the chief.

“Yeah. Is he okay?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah, he’s okay,” you heard Dean say behind you, a baseball cap on and a big black coat on, a holster on his belt and badge on his hip. “I’ll take it you’re pissed I was a cop and didn’t tell you?”

“You needed evidence,” you said, Dean and the chief nodding. “So you came to me.”

“Oh no, lover boy is in a world of trouble for having relations with a potential suspect,” said the chief, Dean glancing down. “You weren’t the plan but we worked with what we were given.”

“So you just wanted your case solved,” you said, Dean opening his mouth, snapping is shut after a moment. “It’s alright. I’ll uh, I’ll testify. Whatever you guys need, you can have.”

Two Months Later

Dean was standing at your front door in the pouring rain and he still had that blank expression on his face when you opened it up.

“Your new apartment looks nice,” he blurted out.

“It’s a dump but thanks,” you said, waving him inside. “Why are you here?”

“Did you maybe want to go on a date again? We had a lot of fun the last time,” he said.

“Is this a joke?” you asked.

“No,” he said.

“Sorry but no thanks,” you said.

“Why?” asked Dean. “Because I lied to you? I had to and all the stuff I said on that date, that was the real me.”

“So you talked about your dead mommy too for shits and giggles?” you asked.

“The officer you told about what your father did...he was my uncle. He was staying at our place a few days while his house was having some work done. Your father slaughtered my entire family so no, I didn’t tell you that for fun,” said Dean.

“I should have kept my mouth shut,” you said.

“You should just let it go,” said Dean with a deep breath. “We both have to just let it go.”

“Easier sounding than it is,” you said.

“It’s easier with someone to talk to...someone you enjoy...you can still call me sauce boy if you want,” he said, a smile betraying you. “Come on, I fell for the girl I’m supposed to hate by default. You gotta cut me a break here.”

“I guess you can have a date,” you groaned, Dean smiling as he saw your anger start to fade. “Thanks for...everything.”

“You made my job a whole lot easier. Thank you,” he said.

“Fresh start?” you asked, Dean nodding his head. “You can pick me up at 8 tomorrow.”

“Later, Ms...what’s your real last name?” he asked.

“You can find out tomorrow, Romeo,” you said, Dean smiling as he backed up towards your door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then Juliet. Make sure to wear a dress.”

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LGBTQ+ Pride Rant

So I was talking on a discord server about how I wanted to come out to my parents since I've recently accepted myself as homosexual. After the conversation was over I took a nap, and while napping, a person on the server had this to say.

Others on the server, while not agreeing outright, did nothing to defend it until a bisexual friend tried her best to stand up agianst this.

This was a set of questions obviously aimed at me. Needless to say I was shocked when I awoke, and besides feeling personally attacked by these comments, I felt really sad after reading this.

Before I get to the bulk of this rant here's some of my personal backstory. I've only recently come out as gay. I grew up Roman Catholic, in southern Louisiana, and was constantly reminded by, Grandparents, Church members, and other relatives (notably my uncle who now has a bisexual daughter now), that being gay was like a disease. It was something to be ashamed of. So for the first 18+ plus years of my life, I HATED ME. I hated everything I was, because I was a blight on the face of this planet, so I kept quiet. I ignroed sexuality. I ignored this part of me, until one day I couldn't hold it anymore.

I was in college, on a trip to Atlanta with people who, at the time I barely knew, (we're much closer now). I felt so alone, but I had one friend who talked with me past 2am. I felt so comfortable with them, so free to be whoever I was. I realised that I couldn't deny myself any longer... So I told her, and the rest is history.

I know It's hard for people to understand pride in sexuality, but when people are still being persecuted for something they can't control, why wouldn't we want to stand agaisnt that? I've been telling myself to be quiet about being gay for my entire life, so telling me to just be quiet hurts more than people know. I personally cannot speak for the entire LGBTQ+ community, but I can speak for myself. So here are some other reasons I'm outspoken about my sexuality.

When I go to class everyday, there's a 30% chance that Bible thumpers are going to be yelling at students in the quad about going to hell. They often call out gay pastors for spreading their "sickness", so you bet your ass I'm supporting the guy dancing around them waving a gay pride flag. I've heard stories at my own school of people changing rooms because they suspect their roomate was gay. And there are still people being killed for being gay in this day and age.

Having pride is not stupid. Supporting people is not stupid. Coming out to my parents? Not stupid. Even within the short amount of time that I've spent accepting my meself as gay, I can clearly see this.

I tell everyone that I'm gay, because I'm insecure, because I've been hating myself for years, because I can safely tell people while others can't, becasue I've been oppressed, becasue I've seen others oppressed, because I can, because I was told being gay is a disease, because in 2018 I shouldn't be explaining this, becasue people have died for this, becasue people were jailed for this, because I can. Becasue I can.

I know it's hard for people to understand, becasue I didn't understand until I came to terms with who I am. I'm not angry at this person, they're just ignorant. I'm more frustrated that these kinds of problems still exist. I don't know how you can say you support people and still get upset when they're vocal about being gay, or bi, or trans. It's hurtful. It doesn't further a cause, it strangles a voice. It's homophobic in a way, and it's very hypocritical.

I'm honestly new to the whole gay thing, but I'm also not. I've only accepted myself recently, but I've been gay my whole life. I'm not sure if I have any right, or authority to say these things, but I felt like this needed to be said.

And just because I can, I'm a gay man. I'm a gay man who likes, wearing jeans, wearing button up shirts unbuttoned, reading Stephen King, watching Bojack Horseman, and hanging out with friends both LGBTQ+ and non. And there isn't a power in this universe that can change that. (Feel free to reblog this)

Joke: Gawain is an asshole who cares about no one but himself. His loyalty toward King Arturia is clearly a flaw in his character and he cares nothing else other then this. He literally hyper focuses on being loyal to whoever he is, and has no personality outside of this. He’s also extremely sexist to women and only cares about sleeping with others.  Woke: Gawain is just BLUNT an genuinely incapable of realizing his tone of voice. Or that the way he speaks comes off like a sharp sword. The difference between an asshole and someone who is blunt is.     Asshole: Someone purposely negative toward you trying to make you feel like shit for the crap you did or did not do ( SEE GIL ) .     Blunt: A personality trait where he simply says what he means first with no real intent at making you feel like shit purposely.              His desire to compensate for his past is the reason for his fixation on loyalty, he does not care so much as what will become of him or the morales of his actions. He AT EVERY POINT realizes how wrong he is ( CAMELOT ) and how his actions were in fact. Unchivalrous but he will drop his code as a knight for the sake of being LOYAL as a Knight (  SEE ALSO EXTRA LEOS DEATH ) . However acts on what is most righteous when he can --     The truth is Gawain admits this himself, ( GIL CALLS HIM OUT AND GAWAINS LIKE W.E DUDE ) he cannot be anything but a Knight. He does not know how to. He cannot for the life of him understand how to be something else other then a Knight . How this translates depends on each person. This really means he cannot view his Master romantically ; and or struggles doing so. And or. There is often a line that he does not want to cross fueling his feelings with a interest in not fucking up where he fucked up before. He just wants to be a good Knight for you. Thats his wish. To serve again wholly. The outcome of it does not matter to him. But to serve under someone -- who would make him proud... Gawain would and could not ask for any finer pact in life ( looks at LEO ) .      Gawain finds older women trouble some ; please understand Gawain dealt with a lot of shit when it came to older women in Lore. The whole conversation in the EXTRA event where a woman hits on him is literally pining after him and his status so really... Like a big mood for Gawain. A lot of this isnt really written about in fate canon so I cant say anything ; this part would fall into speculation but be rest assured. Ye he just dislikes how troublesome older women are.        Gawian is indeed sexual though lets not ignroe that he feels he has freedom now that hes out of betroth marriage? idk why ppl wanna rat on this for him but i mean if u wanna thats chill. thats a matter of preference. But reminder Gawain was one of the most loyal and accommodating ppl to his wife and treated her with love and respect.    LORE GAWIAN : A LOT MEANER/BRUTAL ( tbh this is why i like camelot u see that brutual side of gawain that is in his lore )    FATE GAWAIN: LITERAL FUCKING LABRADOR DOG .     Gawain also legit wants to forgive lancelot BUT HE DOES NOT FORGET . So as much as he will forgive Lancelot, he will never forget what he had done .    Gawains not perfect but i like how sure he is of himself and how happy of a person he means to be the literal fucking opposite of Lancelot. His only uncertainty is the mistake he made upon his king and how he in tturn hyper focuses on how to be loyal.