#where i’ll have to meet people i don’t really feel like meeting right now 😁 especially not when i’m sleep deprived and tired and done

[catastrxblues]

this is how organic chem feels like my eye is twitching right now

[zoobiefish]

I am WAY behind on Auctober again! Ugh, university, am I right?? 😩 Hopefully for the final 2 days I’ll get some art done for it, but in my years of accepting my Autism I’ve come to understand that I can’t always meet NT expectations—and that’s okay 😁 Anyway, let’s get caught up:

22: Disabled

Yes, Autism is a disability. Yes, I am disabled. And that’s okay! I often see able-bodied and able-minded people treat the term “disabled” as if it is a dirty word. They’ll try to fluff it up by replacing it with “differently abled” or similar terms. But the truth is that by fluffing up the terminology, you do more harm than good—all it does is make disability more stigmatized than it already is. So yes, the term is “disabled.” It’s not a slur, it’s not a dirty word—it’s just a word! And it accurately describes me as well. There are some things that I will never be able to do that NTs can do with ease and take for granted…and that’s perfectly—you guessed it—okay! I have challenges in my daily life that will never go away. All that means though is that I need the proper supports in place so I can function. Now, I do need to acknowledge that my Autism is considered “high-functioning” (clinical words, not mine!) so I understand that I don’t face nearly the same struggles as “low-functioning” or “middle-functioning” (again NOT my choice of words) Autistic people do. I do struggle with the things the majority of Autistic people across the spectrum struggle with though; I have extreme difficult reading non-verbal cues, understanding tone of voice or text, facial expressions…and this can often lead to unintended hurt feelings—whether they be mine or someone else’s. I also struggle very much with sensory issues. Crowds, loud noises, squishy, rubbery textures, and certain smells can set off a panic attack and/or meltdown in me. I often have to wear headphones if I know something like construction is going to occur where I live—power tools are my KRYPTONITE!! I also get stressed and overwhelmed extremely easily. I find I have to come up with a lot of strategies and life hacks to keep up with the demands of university life that most don’t have a problem with. These are just to name a few of my struggles—I could be here all day explaining all the ways Autism affects my life, but I got more prompts to catch up on!

23: Synesthesia

Oooo, a fun one! I wish I could say have the really cool synesthesia people talk about in the media a lot—but I don’t 😅 I have associative synesthesia I believe it’s called. Basically, I don’t literally see sounds as colours in my peripheral vision, or literally taste colours when I see them or anything like that. But I do *associate* different stimuli with senses they shouldn’t be related to. There are different subcategories of associative synesthesia, but I don’t have the spoons to explain them here so please Google it haha! Anyway, what I do find is that I associate certain colours with tastes. Blue for instance tastes like icing/frosting/whatever you wanna call it on a cake. Red tastes like sour cherry candies. Yellow tastes like Lucky Charms marshmallows. Another weird synesthesia thing I have is that certain numbers are always certain colours in my mind. 1 is black, 2 is light green, 3 is red, 4 is navy blue etc. Also I read somewhere that this particular thing is synesthesia, though I could be wrong: but as a kid I always associated numbers with certain character archetypes. I even cut out paper dolls of them and played with them! 1 was the “everyman” kind of character. 2 was kinda ditsy and the sidekick to 1, like Patrick from Spongebob. I don’t remember any other numbers in between but I know that 5 was a conniving used carsalesman type of character, and 7 was the logical, rational one that was always trying to get 5 out of trouble—much to his chagrin. Man, this last factoid would’ve fit with the vivid imagination prompt! 🤣🤣🤣

24: Genetic

I don’t know honestly what all to say about this one, sorry! But I do know that while we don’t have *all* the answers yet, Autism does seem to be caused by several genetic factors. It can also run in families. I’m Autistic, 2 of my nephews are Autistic, and there’s a couple other older family members I suspect could be Autistic too—though I’m no clinician.

25: Pets

I grew up with cats all my life!! They have always been my comfort animal and I think it might be because cats remind me a lot of Autistic people: they’re misunderstood as being cold and unfeeling, but if they get to know you they can be your best friend. They can be very loving and show affection in ways you may not understand but should be appreciated regardless. They like quiet, they tend to gravitate towards their “person,” they are typically introverted, and they can get laser focused on an object of interest. My current cat is named Curry, though I call him “Sir Curry” because he’s my knight in fuzzy armour! He always knows how to comfort me when I’m sad, having a meltdown, or panicking. And he makes me laugh and gives the best cuddles! 🥰 🐈‍⬛

26: Fidgeting

I fidget a lot when I am nervous. I’ll typically play with stuff like buttons or zippers on my sweaters, or play with my lanyard that has my student card on it.

27: Stimming

Stimming is something I do A LOT!! For the uninformed, stimming refers to repetitive behaviours in Autistic (and other neurodivergent) people that helps us to regulate our senses and/or emotions. Stimming can be done for a lot of reasons—we might be super happy, we might be overstimulated, we might be *under*stimulated, we might be anxious…it could be any number of reasons, but it’s usually a way to burn off extra energy at least in my case. When I’m really, REALLY happy, I’ll kinda bounce on the ball of my feet or tap my fingers together repeatedly. When I’m excited or nervous, I shake my foot. Sometimes I rock back and forth when I’m sitting as well if I’m happy or nervous. A lot of times though, I’ll have a fidget toy with me! My favourites are any that nake clicky noises or have buttons and switches and such on then, like my fidget cube!!

28: Safe Foods

“Safe foods” refer to foods that Autistic people can eat all the time no problem because we know exactly what to expect from them. Autistic people are often stereotyped as being “picky eaters” but more often than that there’s more to it than just being “picky.” A lot of foods can taste different or have a different texture depending on how fresh it is, how ripe it is, how it’s prepared etc. which is why many Autistic people have trouble with fruits and vegetables. Myself, I don’t have much problem with most fruits and vegetables. I would even go as far to say I’m a bit of a foodie if it weren’t for the fact that I tend to eat small amounts throughout the day instead of 3 square meals a day 😅 However, I do refuse to eat pasta, any kind of noodles, jell-o, pudding or anything similarly squishy and rubbery. I just can’t do it! It makes me gag! 🤢 I also can’t deal with blueberries. The smell alone makes me nauseous!!

29: Empathy

Ahh, another commonly misunderstood aspect of Autism. Despite popular belief, most Autistic people (at least that I know) are *very* empathetic people—myself included! In fact, I would say I feel *too* much empathy, and many Autistic people feel the same. I don’t claim to be a professional so take what I say with a grain of salt and fact check with your own research, but my understanding is that today’s literature on Autism claims that Autistic people usually struggle with specific *types* of empathy rather than empathy altogether. For myself, I struggle to put myself in another person’s “shoes” so to speak. But that doesn’t mean I can’t understand what emotion a person is likely feeling in a given moment. I have an example that isn’t my own experience but rather the experience of another Autistic person I know, but I very much relate to it: When this person was a kid, they saw their mom get hurt and saw that she was in pain. They didn’t know what to do because they couldn’t exactly understand their mom’s perspective, but they understood in general that the mom was in pain and they empathized with that. So they grabbed their favourite comfort toy and offered it to their mom. Now I don’t know about you, but I would certainly call that “empathy” of some kind! I will say though that there *are* some Autistic people who don’t experience empathy at all. However, it’s important to know that lack of empathy does not make a person “evil” or anything. There is more to being a decent human being than empathy after all.

Anyway, that’s all for now! We’re almost done Auctober, I can’t believe it!! It went by so fast aaaaaaa!!!

[pagegirlintraining]

✂️🎵 for dancing through life pls? 💜

Thank you Lia 💜 it’s been ages since I’ve gotten to talk (or honestly think much) about DTL. So answering this ask was such a nice throwback.

I’ll start with the shorter answer, which is ♬ THEME SONG: pick a fic and I’ll share a song that reminds me of it (and why!):

There are so many possible songs for this one, simply because of all the routines. But one that isn’t directly involved in it but still reminds me of it is “Power” by Spinall, because the original plan for the epilogue was to let them perform a street dance choreo to this song. Obviously in the end I went less ‘fuck the monarchy’ and more ‘dreamy, fluffy boys in love’. But I still think they’d have killed that choreo.

As for the deleted scene, I picked the moment Simon learns about Wille’s obsession with the ship edits people keep making of them. Featuring Erik being a shithead of course 😁 this is set in chapter 11, during the night of their dinner where Simon first meets Erik as Wille’s boyfriend.

The sound of laughter coming from the saloon made Wilhelm stop, his hand halting its movement right above the door handle in favor of listening for a moment.

It wasn’t like he’d necessarily been worried about leaving his brother and his boyfriend alone for the five minutes it had taken him to use the bathroom. Still, having this audible proof that they were getting along splendidly without him flooded his chest with so much warmth, he had to give himself a moment to process it. To really dwell in this feeling of pure, utter love he felt for the two men whose laughter had morphed more into a series of giggles on Erik’s part and several snorts on Simon’s now. Only then did he let himself press down the handle.

“You need to see this, baby,” was the first thing out of Simon’s mouth the moment he clocked Wilhelm’s presence, an outstretched hand waving Wilhelm over in a gesture so entirely adorable, he thought for a moment his heart was going to entirely melt inside his chest. Erik made sure to prevent that from happening.

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s probably seen all of these already”, he was saying, and from the devilish gleam in his eyes, Wilhelm knew instantly that that couldn’t possibly be a good thing for him.

“What are you watching?” he asked, unable to fully suppress an air of apprehension. In response, Simon simply repeated the same gesture with his hand, and this time, Wilhelm followed his request, stepping over to the sofa holding him and Erik, his hand immediately finding Simon’s shoulder, thumb brushing the side of his neck as he peered over it and onto the laptop screen on Simon’s legs.

He was only mildly surprised when he found a picture of his own face there, an official one that the Let’s Dance Instagram account had used to announce his and Simon’s partnership on the show, albeit airbrushed in a way that made it seem like he was exuding a white glow. There wasn’t much time to wrap his head around this, since his gaze was caught quickly by another face beside his own, this one Simon’s, just as ridiculously airbrushed. He had also clearly been cropped out of the original photo in order to stand closer to Wilhelm, in a way that left them both smiling right at the camera, their photoshopped temples nearly touching.

“Vote for #TeamWilmon” the caption above said, with a whole rainbow made of hearts and two crowns behind it. Yeah, he definitely knew why Erik had been laughing now. And knowing his brother, the next few minutes, if not hours, were bound to be majorly embarrassing for Wilhelm.

“It seems people have decided that we have a team name now,” Simon was saying, clearly oblivious to his inner turmoil, “There’s a whole hashtag and it’s apparently been trending on and off over the last few weeks.”

“Oh. How, uh, supportive of them.”

“They’re really creative, too”, Simon continued, apparently too engrossed in this new discovery to notice Wilhelm’s abysmally hidden embarrassment. “This one person made a compilation of you tripping in practice and told people to vote if they wanted to see the monarchy fall.”

“That… that’s actually pretty clever”, Wilhelm got out, feeling himself relax a little bit. He could handle Simon potentially teasing him about falling down in practice. Lord knew he was already doing plenty of that, and eight times out of ten, Wilhelm got a kiss or two as an apology afterwards. So honestly, he didn’t mind that part in the least. What he was much more nervous about was Erik tattling on him and telling Simon how he’d been actively watching different kinds of videos about himself and Simon lately. So much so that his entire for you page was now basically one big collage of ‘Wilmon’. Because yeah, people were very creative when it came to putting together different combinations of clips of the two of them to all kinds of dramatic and sometimes cutesie music. And sue him, but a lot of times, that combination really worked for him.

Any tentative hope of getting out of this mostly unharmed was crushed the moment Erik cleared his throat, adding a low chuckle eight after.

“I’m surprised you haven’t seen any of these before, Wille. Then again, you’re more partial to the couple montages, aren’t you?”

“The couple montages?”

Of course, Simon would’ve jumped right on that. Wilhelm’s eyes squeezed shut in a pained expression all by themselves. When he opened them again, Simon had shifted on the couch, now fully turned back to face Wilhelm.

“You’re making couple montages?”

And okay, with how not at all weirded out - and maybe even slightly excited - Simon sounded asking this, Wilhelm suddenly felt almost bad that that wasn’t what he’d been doing.

“Not, uhm… not exactly.”

“He’s binging ship edits of the two of you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d made a fan account himself at this point.”

Yup, leave it to his big brother to ruin his life.

“You’re completely exaggerating”, he claimed, trying to come off as somewhere between amused and nonchalant rather than as panicked as he suddenly felt. Because what if Simon thought that was a ridiculous, or even creepy thing for him to be doing? What if he disapproved of the whole ‘shipping real people’ aspect of it all and would get mad at Wilhelm for not actively opposing it?

“Oh, am I?“ If anything, Erik’s grin had widened since Wilhelm’s last comment, which kind of made him regret not simply keeping his mouth shut. “So you’re saying if I were to check your Tiktok likes right now, there wouldn’t be anything from, say, last night, when you insisted on going to bed early only to then proceed to watch videos without your headphones until way past midnight?”

“Fuck off, Erik. I was watching a movie and fell asleep in front of it.”

It wasn’t even a lie. He had put on an old comedy for background noise that he’d ultimately ended up dozing off to. There was no actual way for Erik to know that he’d been more focused on the compilation of their rehearsal packages he’d been watching on his phone at the same time.

“Sure, stay in denial”, Erik told him now, his tone of voice making it very clear that be wasn’t actually planning on letting Wilhelm stay in denial about this. And really - “I just thought your boyfriend should know how big of a fan you are of your rela-“

That’s as far as he got before Simon surprised both of them by asking, “Do you have a favorite?”

It took Wilhelm a moment to even grasp the meaning of the question. When he did, he still felt like he needed to check again.

“You mean, like… a favorite edit?”

“Exactly.”

To his utter surprise, Simon was smiling up at him warmly, one hand coming to cover Wilhelm’s on the back of the couch, thumb beginning to draw slow patterns onto the back of it.

“I’ve only seen some of the ones that Rosh has sent me, but I’d love to know which ones you like. You know, just for, like, inspo, if I ever miss you and feel like checking some out.”

His cheeks had started to take on a slightly pink tinge toward the end, but just like the incredibly brave man Wilhelm knew him to be - god, he was so much braver than Wilhelm himself ever would be - he didn’t seem to even think about averting his eyes, or playing anything off with a stupid joke. No, his loving, wonderful boyfriend was looking right at Wilhelm with a soft smile and eyes that sparkled with open curiosity. And holy fuck, Wilhelm was so completely gone for him.

“I’ll show them to you later if you want,” he offered, and suddenly, it was the easiest thing. Because why not own the fact that he liked watching clips involving him and his beautiful boyfriend if it made Simon so obviously happy, and even a little bit giddy?

“”I’d love that”, he was telling Wilhelm now, smile deepening as he continued to stare up at him, their gazes irrevocably caught in one another.

“Urgh, you’re no fun”, Erik groaned next to them, but Wilhelm didn’t even need to look at him to know that he, too, was suppressing a genuine smile, even as he continued, “If you’re gonna keep doing whatever this is, I think I’ll call it a night now.”

“Night, Erik”, Wilhelm quipped without once taking his eyes off Simon, whose hand had now started to travel over his wrist and up his arm, leaving a string of goosebumps in its wake.

“Unbelievable,” he heard Erik mutter, but couldn’t find it in himself to mind the teasing he knew this would lead to in the future even a single bit.

I hope you like it and it feels in tone with the story. It really has been so long since I tried getting into DTL Wilhelm’s head (and writing him as Wilhelm. The amount of Wille’s I had to change in this one, rip me 😂) Anyway, thank you so much again for the ask, and giving my hectic brain something to be nostalgic about today 🥹💜

[iwritefanficsandpostthem]

The Drive-in Movie

With the help from @watchingpurpled

Minors DNI-This fic will be 18+!!

SUMMARY: Y/N and Eleven go to a drive-in movie together to watch Ghostbusters, then things start to get spicy as the movie goes on.😁😁

WARNING: none yet-

Y/N’s perspective:

“So tonight? What time is the movie again?” I call El planning on when to go to the drive-in-movies.

We’ve been planning to watch Ghost Busters for a while, since El hasn’t really watched a movie, let alone in a drive-in movie. I also thought it would be fun because I just turned 16 and finally got my license, and I think it would impress her, since I’ve been having this heart-aching crush for forever now.

“Joyce says it’s at 9:00 pm, sharp. How are we gonna get there?” El speaks back, sounding nervous that plans will have to change.

“Well, I received my license last week for my birthday and have been saving it just for tonight, so I’ll pick you up!” I say enthusiastically, walking around my island counter with the phone’s cord almost near to ripping out of the wall. “I’ll even bring different snacks we can munch on during the movie!”

“Li-cense?” El talks into the phone confused, not knowing what that means.

To be fair, she’s a few months younger than me and I know her situation, with the Upside-Down and all, so I understand.

“A license is something that lets you drive a car without police issues.” I explain as I walk back to the base of the phone and twirling the cord in my hand.

“Oh… can I get a license?” El asks me.

I think it’s so cute that she doesn’t know everyday things because I can just bramble about stuff without her just going “mhm” and “yeah”, she just asks questions that I love to answer.

“No,” I respond. “but you’re able to get a permit, which means you can drive with someone that’s 16 or older, but when you turn 16, you can drive all by yourself! I can even teach you how to drive if you want!” I say enthusiastically, and then lean on the wall.

“But won’t police get mad? I don’t have a permit.” El responds.

“Oh! Well that’s ok, I’ll just say I’m giving you lessons, show my license, and they’ll just shrug it off and leave.” I explain, still fiddling with the phone cord.

“But anyways about the movie, I’ll pick you up and you can drive to the movie.”

“Me?” El asks confused.

“Yeah! I said I would teach you right? I’ll pick you up an hour early so we can try and drive a little beforehand, ok?” I plan out for her.

“Ok!” El says enthusiastically.

“I’ll see you then!”

“Ok!” I respond happily.

“See you later!”

Eleven’s perspective:

I hung up feeling excited for the night and hop into my bed and scream into my pillow. I always thought that Y/N is a cool person, one of the last to join our “gang” Mike calls it. I guess it’s another word for group. I wanted to ask what it meant, but I feel this weird feeling when I ask too many questions, to the point where I think I annoy some of the people in our “gang”.

I remember asking what a “sea-urchin” was while we were talking about our science class studies about the ocean, then Lucas was annoyed and said “it’s just a kind of aquatic spike ball, genius.” then Max yelled at him for it. Ever since I felt like asking questions is bad, but not around Y/N. I feel like I can ask as many questions I want around her. I don’t know what to wear for the drive-in movie though, it seems so important for this meet up, especially since it’s just us… just us.

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Pt. 2

Y/N’s perspective:

I drive to Eleven’s house, kind of nervous. I’m nervous because it’s just gonna be us chilling together. Usually we’re around the gang, but I think it’s gonna be awkward even though we’re close friends. I drive up to her house rolling the window on the driver’s side and see her through the window, but quickly disappears and right at to door, waving goodbye to Joyce.

I put the car in park and get out the car for El to get into the driver’s seat with the car still on, and she happily hopped in, and I shut the door for her. I go to the other side and shut the door once I got in.

“Well you seem excited!” I say, putting on my seatbelt.

“Yeah… I’ve never really driven a car before…” El answered, caressing the wheel, beginning to feel nervous.

“Well, are you gonna make this kitty purr?” I say, patting the head of the car.

Eleven looked at me with a confused look not knowing what that meant.

“It’s a saying for driving, you know, when the engine purrs when you drive it or speed it up!” I explain to her.

“Oh.” Eleven responded, grasping onto the wheel and looking forward with a slight smile.

“Anyways, you ready?” I chuckle.

El looks around the car, trying to figure out how to make it start moving. I notice and immediately blush in embarrassment.

“Oh sorry! Uhm here’s the gear stick, it’s on park right now because it’s on the P, see? The P is for Park, the R is for reverse, the N is for Neutral, D for Drive, and L for Low. So put the gear stick on D like this!” I demonstrate how to move the stick, then move it back for her to try as she watches closely.

“Your turn!”

Eleven slowly grabs the gear stick and moves it to Drive.

“There, now there is pedals at your feet; clutch, brake, and accelerator in that order. You won’t need to mess with the clutch one much, but the other two sound like what they are. The brake is stop and the accelerator is go. Try slowly pressing on the accelerator with your foot while steering back onto the road.” I explain as I watch her look at the pedals and back to me.

She slowly presses on the accelerator and slowly steers the car into the street.

I watch as she slowly moves into the road and drives.

“You can go a little faster now.” I say gently as I point at the speed limit sign on the side of the road.

She slowly accelerates the car and goes the speed limit.

“Wow, you’re already a natural at this!” I say as I roll down my window and hang my hand out to enjoy the breeze.

“You see the bump in the distance? You gotta slow down when we’re closer to it to hit it.” I warn Eleven as she focuses on the road.

She slowly drives the car a long as we get closer, and we go over the speed bump.

“Wow, I’m impressed!” I say as she speeds up to the speed limit again.

“Do you think you can turn or do you need help?” I turn to look at Eleven for an answer.

“Maybe…” El says hesitantly.

“Here slow down and I’ll help you turn.”

She slows down and I place my hands onto her hands on the wheel.

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Pt. 3

I feel Y/N’s hands place onto mine and I feel my face get hot. I knew my face was blushing and I tried to make it not so obvious. As soon as we go towards the turn, I let her take the lead and helped her turn the wheel a bit. We successfully turned and she let go of my hands on the wheel and got back to her own seat.

“I honestly thought that driving would be a lot harder than it looks.” I finally say as I take a quick look at Y/N, seeing she’s blushing a little bit too.

“Hah, yeah I thought so too.” Y/N said, rubbing her hands together and leans back in her seat.

I smile at her, continuing to drive and keeping a sharp eye out. We talk a bit while I drive, mostly about memories and other stuff about each other, it was really chill, and Y/N looks so good tonight. She’s also so sweet to me and is always so patient with me. We fall a little quieter as we arrive at the place, and my anxiety kicks in.

There’s so many people and kids, I don’t wanna run them over or anything. I start to breathe a little quicker, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“Eleven?”

Y/N’s perspective:

I notice Eleven is starting to get tense and rest a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, causing her to jump.

“Eleven?” I say again, more gently.

She looks at me for a quick second, before back at the crowded dirt road.

“Oh! Sorry, there’s just a lot of people here, it’s a lot and I don’t wanna run anyone over…” She trailed off, thinking to herself.

I chuckle to myself and pull over to the wheel.

“That’s what the car horn is for!” I honk the car, causing the people and kids to jump and quickly get out of the way in surprise and slight fear.

Eleven sits there surprised, but laughed slightly. I looked back at her with a smile.

“What?? It always works!” I say, chuckling with her.

“She wipes her tears of laughter off her adorable tinted cheeks.

“It’s just really funny how they ran to the side of the road!” She giggled, before starting to drive again.

We find a spot and finally pulled in, turning off the car.

“Phew, finally.” I said as I reached in the back and grabbed a few bags.

“What’s that?” Eleven asked, looking at me with a seemingly soft expression, but still had her same curious expression mixed in.

“I said I‘ll get snacks and drinks.” I say with a smile.

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Pt. 4 coming soon

[lyranova]

Hi Lyra! I hope you're doing well. For your writer's ask game, can I have 3, 8, 23, 40, and 45 please? (I hope that's not too many 😅). Thank you so much, dear! Cheers!! 🥰

Hiya Acacia! I’ve been doing well I hope you have been too 🥺💕! Of course you can, and this isn’t too many don’t worry 😁, I hope you enjoy them!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I’m not too sure if these are tropes but I notice I like to include head pats and wearing each others clothes in my fics 😆! I also notice I tend to write people sighing a lot which…is a very bad habit of mine that i’ve been trying to break *for years*. But the headpats and clothes is what i notice I tend to include in my fics so I think those are probably the most characteristic things in my fics!

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

I have so many of these 😭! But this one would be perfect imo 👀.

“Have We Met Before?” By Eric Nam and Sarah Barrios!

I can already imagine it being either a fantasy or just modern fic where these two meet and feel this strange pull towards one another and they keep asking themselves (and each other) have we met before? And it turns out that they actually used to be lovers or friends in a past life before they were tragically pulled apart 🤧!

The fantasy aspect could be where only one of them recognizes the other and tries to keep them at a distance so they won’t have to go through the pain of losing their lover again in this life (like they did before) and aaahhh I would love to read or write it 😭🤧💕!

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

I have so many 😭! Right now as far as AU’s that I’d like to try and write…maybe medical? I like watching medical shows and have some medical knowledge (not much admittedly) and I think it would be fun and chaotic to imagine everyone being in a hospital and as doctors and nurses 😁!

Also I’d love to write a “Shakespeare in Love” type fic someday, although, I doubt i’ll be able too 😅!

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

Hm it depends 🤔! I’m usually a “one and done” kind of person, but if I really like a fic I’ll re-read them 😁! For example I’ll re-read a lot of the collabs I’ve done or I’ll re-read a lot of works my mutuals have put out (especially their next gen stuff 😅👉👈)! So it depends, but I do love re-reading fics 😁!

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

Besides researching I think my vocabulary is something I’ve improved on 😁! I tend to google or look at thesarus’s now when i write more than I used to and I think it’s made my writing a little better and a little more interesting!

[ri-afan]

If I didn’t get to keep my knowledge then I would likely have a different answer.

To maximise my friends now while minimising the rest, 6-10 would have to be it. Holding out to the next stage would run the risk of coming into middle school too late even if it turns out I fell back to being in first grade again. Though to think I would still move in with my mother for high school for the few friends I have from then even if I didn’t get to graduate with most of them… y’all are special.

Can’t tag L or E.R., obviously, but can tag @shortiethewolf so I will: I love you guys so much and I would say you’re worth it living there with her even if I haven’t spoken to E.R. since graduation and it’s been so sporadic with both you and L since I moved. (You never met her but I think y’all could’ve been acquaintances at the least.) Also, the experience with M and E.C. years 10&11? I was kinda the catalyst to get them what they wanted and I feel like I dropped the ball on the experiences we had. Definitely have to be there for that to happen because they’re still nice people ❤️‍🩹 It would free me from some of mom’s attention too, even if it’s a crappy way to think about it. I’d definitely be doing more to stay off her radar though.

—Listen, I spent the time I was writing the last paragraph thinking about it and I think I would know the perfect time and plan to get things to work out and I still wouldn’t have to take that damn trig class in high school.

I would move after 6th grade because while I love dad I don’t know about being where they were and I only would have one more year where we were. Probably would still get pulled out of public school for bigotry reasons for middle school though (which, half and half it wasn’t wholly a terrible experience even if it truly was full of not the …best things… I’d do my best to work with what I had between all that but it was a… learning experience for sure. Probably ask if I could join a Spanish class though because it woulda been useful at least), then I would land with shortie in art year 9 (oh! I would change the science classes though my god - AP over regular Earth Science, physics over chem 🙏🏼 no APUSH dear god no I love L but I couldn’t with that class again, but I would change how I took that English class year 11) and meet L in that shitty religion club year 10 (I can’t remember how we met outside of that so I guess I’ll have to go to it for him 🙄😜) and totally skip all of that bs with people making L and me awkward af. And shutdown his shit with N bc that just fed into no good things (god, you remember that? I thought it was weird then and still think it was odd a decade later). Would def still turn him into a WonderWoman fan though because I think that helped him overall 😁 That thing with that guy I never actually met in the end from that one place would not happen year 11, I don’t think I let on just how much of a creep he was but I’m saying no right now. Maybe I actually woulda acted on my thoughts with E.R. senior year though. 🤔 Every once in a while I ponder it when I catch that one photo of us.

Then fucking GAP YEAR before college omg. N and I would likely not happen though 🫤 (all well and good for how it ended but maybe I could have done something different there for communication and we actually get to be friends instead of whatever that bs was…) Still move out to here bc it’s cheaper and just not where I graduated in the end (bc fuck that place, sorry E.R. even though you can’t read this 😅 one year there would be Enough) but skip that first college altogether bc holy shit that was a pricy waste of time, then join the second school (maybe I coulda talked y’all into coming along but I’m doubting it hard you lizards 🦎😄) and get that damn degree I love but sadly don’t really use and work towards what I have at this college still because I still love it. Maybe I could use the first degree when I started the next phase of college at that town. Miss me with those living situations in 2019 though, that ain’t happening again.

Maybe I would fucked around and taken a few other classes that caught my eye too but didn’t consider at the time because sexism? Probably woulda helped.

Now, how would this actually change things? It sounds like I’m on the same path overall.

I’m glad you asked! Connections.

This public thought experiment is over though 😛 but I definitely am going to continue it on my own.

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[alexandrahoney]

Hellooooo, trans dude here 😁 congrats on the name change, omg that’s so huge!!! I’m so happy for you 🤩 that step is still pretty far away for me but that’s fine.

I’m not sure when I sent my last ask and what my status was, but I’m out to almost everyone now. I’m still procrastinating coming out to my sports club and my brother doesn’t know yet either but that’s simply cause we don’t see each other often and I wanna tell him in person. He does know there’s something I gotta tell him though.

Yesterday I went to a local trans meet-up for the first time. There were 15 trans people there and I ended up sitting with a group of trans women between 20 and 60+ of all transition stages and it was such a nice evening. They were all so amazing. I guess I mainly message you right now to tell you how amazing trans women are. Which is most likely something you already know 😅 and they were so supportive too, we didn’t even talk about trans stuff that much but when they heard that I’m still trying to find an endocrinologist they all pitied me and confirmed that it’s almost impossible. Which isn’t good, but knowing I’m not alone with this and that others somehow managed to find one is encouraging and actually helps a lot.

Today I’ll also order my temporary ID with my new name, you can just do that online and apparently it’s widely accepted as a document, so it’ll make it easier for me to change my name everywhere cause right now I’m still worried about where I can change it already even though my ID still has my old name.

So yeah, things have been going pretty well I guess. I hope you’re doing fine too 😊

Hello my dear favorite trans dude anon. :3 It's funny, I had actually wondered where you had gone off to, just a day or two before you sent this!

So happy to hear that your transition is still going well. The coming out thing is a never-ending task, but I find it gets easier the more we do it. I look forward to hearing about your talk with your brother - I definitely get wanting to tell him in person.

My experience with trans women is that they (we) tend to be quite amazing, yes, but I'm really glad you found your own little community as well! That's something I struggle with still; I don't feel very *in tune* with the queer community where I live, and still feel too awkward to reach out to them. Impostor syndrome and a fear of not being accepted, I guess. I'm envious of your courage, but so so happy that you went and had a good time!

My name change was wild. I put in the application on a Tuesday, and two days later I had my new official name. All it took was paying a fee, and signing a paper confirming that I wanted a name that does not correspond with my legal gender. Now it's a big hassle of sorting out where my name is being used, where they update it automatically and where they don't, but having the new name on my door is so affirming. I hope and pray that you can get the same soon, dear Anon. A temporary ID, even if it's not ideal, is still a good step in the right direction. :3

I am doing well. The date for my HRT hearing is drawing nearer, and I am nervous and excited. Still two months to go, but, you know. After waiting this long (since February), it's just suddenly starting to feel real, you know?

I look forward to hearing from you again. :3 I hope you find an Endo to help you realize your transition goals. I'm rooting for you! <3

[eflen-n-reegee]

Field Trip to the Field Museum (Chicago, IL)

Hello! I recently went to the Field Museum, and I decided to write a little self-insert imagine fic where the reader is an age regresser and the author is their caregiver. I really liked doing this, so I’ll probably do it again next time I go somewhere fun! 😊 All pictures were taken by me, and there are two temporary exhibits that have only one picture each to respect that they aren’t permanent features of the museum. Also, heads up, this includes pictures of dinosaur bones, taxidermied animals and a brief, simple discussion about mortality. Under the cut ‘cause it’s a long post. Hope you enjoy! 😁

You’re right, sweetheart! There it is! Are you excited?

Oh, no, don’t worry, we’re not driving away. We just have to go around the museum to park. And that gives us time to listen to another song! What should we listen to?

My goodness, I always forget how big it is! What do you think, sweetheart? I know, it’s very busy today. Do you want to sit for a minute? Okay, but if you need a break, you can always tell me.

Alrighty, why don’t we look at the elephants? I know, they’re so big! Hm, I think the elephants would be a good meeting spot. So if we lose each other, we can both go to the elephants and find each other again. I know you have your phone, sweetie, this is just to be extra safe. I know, I know, I’m a silly worry-wart. Okay, where should we go first?

Ooh, we’re gonna learn all about sea creatures! Some of them are still swimming around in the ocean, and some of them are extinct like the dinosaurs. Oh, you’re right, my little smarty. The ocean’s so deep, we don’t know for sure what’s down there. But we THINK these creatures are extinct. I wish this great big salamander was still around, though. He’s so cool! Oh my goodness, look at this tooth! It came from a megalodon - the biggest shark that ever existed! How much do you think the Tooth Fairy would give her for one? Ha, this is a little funny. This little manta ray is extinct, but this great big one still lives in Australia. Usually it’s the little ones that are still around! And these horseshoe crabs are the same way! Now, what’s this? Oh my goodness, it’s a colossal squid tentacle! We’re lucky, very few people get to see one in real life. Ah, looks like this is the end. That was so interesting!

Are you sure you want to go to this exhibit? I mean, you already know all your colors, right? Oh, oh no, it’s okay sweetheart, I’m only teasing, don’t cry- Hey, where did those tears go so quickly? Were you teasing ME? Oh, you silly thing!

Look at all this beautiful red! So many red animals and red plants, just gorgeous… Ooh, and these orange things… I think I like this yellow area the best. It makes me feel like we’re out in the sun! Oh, you like the green? It DOES look like a forest, you’re right! But blue is still my favorite color - look, tiny little robin eggs! And the purple is just beautiful… Is that the end of the exhibit? Whoa! Ultraviolet? Really? Look, sweetheart, the black light is making the white parts of my shirt glow! Isn’t this cool? Here, press this button! You see, the scorpion is a dark color, but he glows white in ultraviolet light! I changed my mind, THIS part is my favorite! Over here there’s black, and white, and black and white together! And- oh my goodness, look at these rainbow colors!

Oh, that was amazing! I’m glad you picked it, sweetheart, I liked it very much.

Look how high up we are! Maximo could give you a kiss right on the nose if he wanted to! Are you having fun? I’m glad.

Oh, so cool! A little scary, too… Are you doing okay? Oh, I know you’re brave, sweet thing. Even brave people get scared sometimes. I bet even dinosaurs could get scared! Oh, not this one? Maybe. He does look pretty fierce, huh?

Ooh! The Apatosaurus swallowed the rocks and they helped digest his food! But that wouldn’t work for you, would it? So the rocks better stay out of your tummy! Yes, if you were a dinosaur it would be okay… Of course I’d still love you if you were a dinosaur!

Look how cloudy the city is! I’m glad we’re not outside right now. But maybe we’ll visit the city on a sunnier day. Would you like that?

This is my favorite dinosaur! I’m not sure why, actually. It’s not the biggest or the strongest or the scariest, but I still think it’s really cool. It’s got a funny name - think you can say Parasaurolophus? And scientists think it used the crest on its head to make noise! Do you have a favorite dino, sweetheart?

There she is! Sue’s one of the best T-Rex fossils ever found! Pretty cool, huh? We know from the bones that a lot of stuff happened to her - she got hurt a lot. But she was a fighter! Just like you, right? Here, lemme take your picture with her!

I think this is my favorite part of the museum. This is where the stuffed animals are- yeah, like your plushies! Only these are REAL animals, not cotton and fluff. They used to be alive, and now they aren’t. You’re right, it is kind of sad. But it’s also kind of happy too. These animals help scientists learn new things, and artists come from all over to draw them and paint them, and everyone who visits gets to see how amazing they are. It’s sad that they’re dead, but it’s happy to think about when they were alive. Are you ready to go in?

You’re right, they’re deer! Just like we see sometimes when we’re driving! The papa deer is watching for predators while the mama deer helps the baby find food. They take good care of their baby, don’t they?

Oh my goodness! It’s a good thing your teddy isn’t that big. There’d be no room in the bed for you! You’re right, he does look cuddly. But if we saw a bear like him walking around, we wouldn’t get this close. Because bears are very strong, and they might hurt us if we got too close. Oh no, it’s not mean, sweetheart. The bear wants to protect himself. He doesn’t know how nice we are. Well, giving him food wouldn’t be the best idea either… It’s okay, sweetie. Sometimes the nicest thing to do is give someone their space.

Wow, I always forget that moose are this big! Moose? Mooses? Hm, I’m not sure what to call more than one. What do you think?

Look at that bear cub riding piggyback! Isn’t that silly? And you’re right, the big bear’s face is silly too! What do you think he’s eating? Maybe bugs? No, not “ew”, it’s good for the bear. Everyone needs to eat, and sometimes they eat things that are a little different. No big deal.

Oh, speaking of eating, I’m hungry! What about you?

We can eat right next to the animals. Now, let me get the food out… Sweetheart, stay over here please. I know you want to look at the seals, but you’re going to get crumbs on the floor! We can look at them after we eat, okay? Thank you, sweetie.

Alright, it’s about time to leave. I know, honey, I’m having fun too! But the museum will be closing soon - and you look like you could use a nap. I promise we’ll come back again soon, alright? Yes, pinkie promise. Okay, let’s go, sweetheart.

~🐘~🦑~🌈~🦕~🪨~🏙~🦖~🦌~🐻~🍽~

[padfootastic]

So… this ended up longer than I meant for it to be. Sorry. 😁

The way you view James is interesting to me. I always imagined him as being a pretty free spirt who is just so incredibly alive. Most people who meet him probably describe him as the most alive person they’d ever met. He lived every second to the fullest and wanted to go all the way out to the edge and experience everything. Of course him and Sirius are described as “much admired rebels” but his rebellion isn’t the same it’s a freer thing if that makes sense? It’s not born form such darkness as Sirius’ is. James’ is fueled by a lust for life, new experiences, and new people and it’s more him challenging or rebelling against pure blood society (which I think is like just how the Potters roll) and their messed up ideals not his family.  Sirius’ being fueled by a lust for freedom (from his family, their beliefs, abuse, and his demons) and discovery of who he is and wants to be. Thus rebelling against his family, their beliefs, their power, and pure blood society. 

The Potter family where an old and wealthy family, but where mostly content with a comfortable life in the “back waters” of wizarding society and weren’t concerned with blood purity. Even with a history of muggle and muggle born rights activists. I always read this as them being rather different. I kinda felt like we were dealing with a family that just passed down the value of “fuck society we do what we want.” Like I imagine them as eccentric inventors, cures breakers, adventurers, magizooologists, quidditch players, dragon handlers, aurors, and whatever else wild, exciting, fun thing one could think of. I definitely think that doing well (academically, career wise,etc) was important and considered valuable by them but for some reason I just seem like being a rather wild and free bunch. Definitely still approachable, kind, down to earth, kind, accessible, but worldly, fun, exciting, intense, passionate, adventures and excitement on legs.

hello! definitely no sorry needed, i love talking all things jfp 💜💜

i’m gonna be honest, i don’t actually see james as a rebel at all (with or without a cause). i see him as pretty much sticking to what’s expected of him in most cases (esp public) and only really going off the path when he’s with a trusted few. i definitely see where ur going and i love it! he’s definitely full of life and always, always happy to be trying new things. i often call him the sunshine kid and i’ll stick by it. i definitely think a large part of it comes from the confidence & high self esteem his parents instilled in him—he sees something and he goes for it, and this often ends up in him doing all these weird, adventurous, often dangerous things right? (i also think he has a large uhh what’s the word, adrenaline kink? nope, that’s not it. but u know what i mean right? the kind of person who loves extreme sports, for eg)

also lol love the hippie potters vibe you’re drawing here. (i also have this funny mental image of like, ridiculously wacky/eccentric potters and then comes james—a whole buttoned up, proper posh boy kid—and they’re (incl portraits) all just baffled like, how is he like this??? who gave him the stick up the arse?? like everyone else is dressed in the most mismatched, alternative fashion ever and then u have james in sweater vests and shorts and buttons downs)

i’m now also imagining harry learning all this about his family and it’s so !!!! like i’ve read a few fics that super focus on potter family history (one where they were like, military tacticians and super op fighters which was so good) and i love stuff like that! harry finding out that the potters were this bunch of crazy inventors & chose the most ridiculous professions and i feel like that would give him such a sense of freedom and relief and he’d definitely be next in line ykno?

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Hii, oh heck yeah I'd love a fic! My character of choice will be Tigress/Sheena, since I'm really interested on how she of all people would handle things. Have fun with it! Also, you can call me Gunshot Anon 😁

- 💖🔫

A Pleasant Surprise

Sheena/Tigress x Afab pregnant reader

[Author’s Note: I’ll get to other people’s requests soon I’m just fixated on this right now and I do what I want. Also nice to meet you Gunshot Anon!]

(Content Warning: Mentions of reader’s past relationship that didn’t work out, the baby is from reader’s past relationship.)

     There was something about you, you had an effect on people. A beautiful smile, a voice that dragged her in, and a personality she could never forget. To say you changed Sheena was an understatement. She stole less, rarely wished to kill others, only fought if it was necessary. You never knew about her criminal past yet you made her a better person. 

Perfectly manicured nails tapping on the counter with a bored, dead stare. Sheena used to straighten and cut her hair when she an operative so it wouldn’t get in her face but now she was letting it grow and take it’s natural form down to her shoulders.

“Sheena!” She grimaced at the woman who said her name in such a whiny voice. What was her name? Claire? Cassidy? Coralline? She didn’t care. “I gotta go early! You think you can cover my shift?” Sheena glared at her like an unimpressed cat. “Then I better get your pay, I didn’t come here to make friends.” A lazy smile tugged on plum colored lips as her coworker stomped off to find their boss. Was she suppose to be afraid of some soulless, balding old man? Yeah right. 

With nothing else to do she took her phone out of her jean’s side pocket. 

[1] message from [Boo 💘]: 

When will you be home? We need to talk

It only took one text to cause adrenaline to pump through her veins. “Sheena, we need to talk about your behavior.” She shoved her boss out of the way, he flinched as the dark green apron she once wore was thrown at him. “Can it old man!” Sheena dashed to her car and sped through the roads until she made it to the humble apartment you two shared. Your car was still in the driveway so that’s a good sign. She hastily unlocked the door and went inside. There you were lounging on the couch with your phone in hand. You turned to face her with a startled expression from her suddenly bursting into the room. 

“Thank god!” Sheena went over to you, her hands on your shoulders. “Are you hurt!?” You shook your head. “No I’m okay. But uh…could you sit down? I have some pretty big news that could effect the both of us.” Were you breaking up with her? She looked at you with suspicious eyes as she slowly sat down.

You swallowed, glancing around the room. “I promise I’m not breaking up with you.” But would she break up with you after this? Would she be disgusted? Would she want nothing to do with you? It wouldn’t  surprise you if she did, it’s not like it was biological her kid. You were going to be asking a lot from her. You grabbed a handful of the blanket on your lap. “I don’t think I talked about it much but before I was dating someone else. He wasn’t a bad person but we weren’t compatible.”

 What were you saying? 

“I swear I didn’t know and I’m sure he didn’t either. I didn’t mean to hide anything from you.” You grabbed something on the coffee table and handed it to her.

A small device in a plastic bag with two red lines. 

“Holy shit…” She stared at it for a couple of seconds making sure she wasn’t imagining that second line. Once she got over her shock Sheena cleared her throat. “Well what do you wanna do? I’m involved but this isn’t about me.” In an instant the anxiety was washed away. Your girlfriend had her moments where she could get angry. Of course she was shocked yet calm. The fact that she wanted to know what you wanted to do instead of forcing anything made you feel safer. You should have known you could trust her. 

“I want to go through with it and raise it, but I don’t want to do it alone.” She nodded and moved closer to you. “You really think I’m gonna let you do it alone?” Sheena took your hands in hers. “Before I met you I had a lost a lot in my life. If it wasn’t for you who knows where I’d be.” She navigated your hand to to her cheek, you curled your fingers and moved closer. “There’s a lot I can’t tell you but before I met you I was terrible person…” Sheena looked up at with you. “I know I don’t deserve it yet I want nothing more than to be by your side, to help you raise the world’s greatest kid.” 

“I love you.” 

[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #15 - The in-laws

Here's finally the third drabble with Christian Bale, requested by anonymous ! 😁 I've been quite busy these past few days so now I'll try to write more often because I have a long list of requests ❤️ As always, enjoy !  😘

Summary : You meet Christian’s parents for the first time and you are quite stressed...

Pairing : Christian Bale x Reader

Warnings : only fluff!

A/N : I know that Christian's parents are divorced since a long time but for this short sorty, I changed the reality 

Tag list : @kittenlittle24

You must confess, shyness has always been one of your biggest faults. Kindness, empathy, loyalty and humility are generally recognized among your good qualities. But you always had a problem when it came to meet or talk to new people. You already had those problems when you were a child. It was difficult to talk to the other kids in the playground, for instance, and it was worst with adults. You can't count the number of times where you put yourself in a uncomfortable situation because you were afraid to ask. As you got older, it got better and you gained confidence after going at the university and finding a job.

Yet when the first meet with your in-laws arrived, you weren't really comfortable with the idea. After one year of relationship, Christian voiced the idea to introduce you to his parents, for a special weekend in London where they are living for now.

“(X/Y), I have something important to ask you”, he starts, leaning closer to you like if he was about to say something very important. You do the same and listen carefully, putting down your glass of wine. On that night, you were on your favorite restaurant to celebrate your first year anniversary. “I think about it since a moment now and I think it’s the right time for you to meet my parents. It would be really important for me if you accept".

Just when he has pronounced the words "meet" and "parents", you feel your body freeze a little bit. You bite your lips and tense up on your chair as you lean on it. Christian was your really first serious relationship and you've never been in that situation before. You don't know how is it like to meet in-laws and you don't really know what you have to do or say.

"Yeah, that's a great idea", you answer with a little smile, trying to hide your apprehension. A big smile crosses Christian's face as he takes your hands in his.

"I'm glad you approve. I know that it means a big thing in a relationship and I'm ready to take this step with you". With that, he puts your palm on his lips for a sweet kiss.

"If you are, then am I". Inside you feel really bad to lie to the man you love but there's nothing else you can do

Now, thinking about it on the D day's eve, you still can't believe you did such a thing to him. Lying in your hotel room's bed, on your right side, you look at Christian's face illuminated by the moonlight. He's sleeping like a baby while you stay there, eyes open since maybe 3 hours. What a monster you are. The meeting is for tomorrow and you don't really want to do it. Just thinking about the idea is enough to make you feel sick, your heartbeat increase and your hands become wet. It was like you will have to make a representation in front of a thousand people or something close to that. Even if you tell yourself that you do it for Christian, it doesn't change anything.

The next morning, the wake up is really hard of course. Your barely sleep and you fallen asleep 2 hours before the alarm start ringing. Now you have horrible dark rings under your eyes. Great you look like a panda. You tell Christian that you slept bad because of the mattress. An other lie to the list. You grimace as you enter the bathroom, mentally striking yourself of doing such thing.

After fighting with your makeup for at least 30 mins, you step from the bathroom ready to leave. Christian greets you after finish lacing his shoes.

"How do I look like?", you ask, turning around on yourself to show him all your outfit. You’re not really sure if it’s appropriate but you choose the most comfortable and classical outfit you’ve found in your wardrobe. Christian whistles and comes to take you in his arms.

"Just as I want them to see you. Beautiful". You kiss each other tenderly before leaving.

The route up to there have happened in silence. Christian explains a lot of things from his past, some anecdotes when he was kid, travels with his parents. You half-listen to him, eyes locked on the landscape. Unconsciously you twiddle your fingers with the end of your shirt. Christian notice that you remain silent since you left the hotel’s parking and he starts to wonder why you act like that. it’s like you don’t really want to be there, with him. 

When he arrives in the gravel path in front of his childhood house, he stops the car and lean on his seat, taking a deep breath, hands on the steering wheel. He feels that something isn’t right and he wants to be sure of it. He doesn’t want to have this torturing his mind during all day. You face him, frowning. What is he doing ? Why doesn’t he step out of the car ?

“(X/Y), babe, there’s something wrong, I can feel it”, he confesses, with a normal voice, not accusing you. One of his good quality. Even if there’s a problem, Christian always remain calm and never looses his temper. You look down at your shoes, feeling the red burning your cheek. It had to happen. You were acting quiet and strangely whereas you are normally cheerful and alive. 

“What's happening ?”. Christian turns a bit to face you and takes your hand to caress the top of it. When he sees no reaction, he tries to encourage you to talk to him. “You know you can tell me everything”. You finally look in front of you, seeing the beautiful house that stands there, with pretty flower pots on the balcony and the windows. It doesn't look horrible afterall...And you can’t run forever, you’ll have to say it to him. 

“I...”, you start before remaining silent again. You take a deep breath and tell him the truth, after thinking about your words ten times before saying them out loud. “I’m totally and deeply stressed, that’s why I’m acting odd since yesterday”. Your voice is very low but Christian hears all your words. You still don’t take a look at him. 

“You mean, stressed to meet my parents ?”. You nod and wait for his reaction. Would he be understanding ? Angry ? But all you hear is a chuckle. You look at him, surprised. 

“I thought that there was something serious”, he says, still chuckling. “It’s ok baby. I know you are really shy and you suffer from it since your childhood but it’s gonna be alright”. Suddenly, the weight you had on your shoulders magically disappear and you feel better. But still a bit stress anyway...

“I’m so sorry Christian, I tried to be cheerful but I’m really afraid. I’ve never met in-laws before and...I don’t want them to have a bad impression on him or to disappoint you”.

“Hey it’s ok...My parents are really kind, you’ll see. I’m sure they will love you. And I’ll be with you”. You agree with a nod and Christian just smile at you, happy to have solved the problem. He puts a sweet kiss on your noise then on your lips before you two step out of the car.

Guiding you till the main door, Christian takes your hand in his before crossing your fingers with yours. You arrive at the door and he engages the ring bell. You take a deep breath and gulp - you must confess that your mouth is still dry but you feel at least a bit better than yesterday. He notices that you try to stay calm and caresses your back, as an encouragement. One minute later, the door opens on two happy faces. 

“There you are”, exclamais Jenny, Christian’s mom as going on the porch to hug him tight. “Look at you, you look gorgeous in this shirt”, she adds as checking him on every side. Then, she looks at you, with a big smile. 

“Oh... And you must be (X/Y). Christian told us a lot about you”. She approaches you and hug you as well. You feel a bit embarrassed but surprisingly, it is really warm and welcoming. 

“Nice to meet you, Miss Bale”. You try to give back her hug as good as possible. 

“Oh no need to call me like this, it will make me feel older than I am ! Call me Jenny”. Christian’s father, David, who was side head, step forward to greet you. He opts for a polite hand-shaking. 

“Come in, we were waiting for both of you”, says Jenny as leading the way inside. Before following them, Christian holds you back by your hand to wrap you in his arms and kiss you lovingly. You both whispers a tender “I love you” against each other lips. 

Once inside, you immediately notice all the pictures everywhere on the walls in every room. Many pictures of Christian during each stage on his life. Jenny promises you to show you everything concerning his son after the dinner. You look at him with a devilish smile, ready to see all the compromising pictures she kept.

It begins with an aperitif in the lounge. Jenny has prepared many good things to eat. You sit down and they start talking like if you know each other for many years and honestly, this help you to feel relax and less shy. They ask you many questions about you, your family, your job...They seemed really interested and it was good to see. 

After, you pass in the living room where a big table has as pride place on the center. You both take a seat as Jenny and David arrive with all the meals: a big roasted turkey with smash potatoes and vegetables. It looks like she has cooked meals for thirty people. During the dinner, David talks with Christian about his car and some DIY’s stuffs while Jenny monopolize you. She is really kind and thoughtful, always asking if you want anything to eat or to drink. She tells you about their house, the work they did in it and some anecdotes of Christian. This was indeed the funniest part.

“Oh you should have seen his face!”, she says, half-laughing. “He was only 3 years old and he was running everywhere in the house, only wearing a nappy”. You are practically have the giggles as imagining the scene. You look at him and laugh even more to his face. 

“Mom, you don’t need to tell (X/Y) those kind of memories. This is embarrassing!”, he reacts, pretending to be embarrassed.

“This is so funny ! You were certainly a cute baby boy, I’m sure”, you tell him with a big smile, leaning your body against him. But he only does a little grimace, which makes everybody laugh. 

After the dinner, you help Jenny to clear away the table. David and Christian go outside to check something in the garage while you help his mom to set the dessert. When it’s done, she takes advantage of the fact that Christian is far away to bring her album photo’s collection. She shows you everything: his birth, his first day at school, his first castings and so on. She kept everything concerning his career, all the pictures of events and even each critics coming from the diaries. 

“I’m really proud of him, you know. He always wanted to be an actor and seeing him, doing what he loves, it’s really extraordinary”, she confesses as turning the pages. Ten minutes later, you both hear footsteps in the corridor and Jenny quickly puts away the albums. “This will be our little secret”, she whispers to you with a winkle. You smile to her, happy to see that she already trusts you a lot.

The dessert is delicious as the dinner. She prepared a chocolate cake with some cream and you really enjoy it. Around 5pm, you both decided to leave. You still have a long ride until the hotel and your flight is really early the next morning. As going to the door, Jenny couldn’t stop saying that it was really a pleasure to meet you. 

“My pleasure too”, you answer back while hugging her. “Thank you so much for your welcome and the dinner was delicious!”.

“The pleasure was mine, my dear”. David shakes your hand, with a big smile. 

“Be careful”, Jenny yells as you both entered into the car after a last wave of goodbye. You look at them, with a smile, and just think that it wasn’t so difficult after all. You’ve been through your shyness and that’s a great point. Christian starts the car and you both make signs to them until they disappear in the rear-view mirror. Once on the highway, Christian asks you the crucial question.

“So, how did you find it my love ?”. Being in a good mood, you turn to him and answer him with a big smile this time.

“I’m so happy. Your parents are so kind, it’s incredible ! It was like we know each other since a long time! Your mother is so funny, I really like her”. 

“I’m glad you had a great day. It was really important for me and I can already tell you that you had your little success”, he explains, a smile in the corner of his lips. You frown, not really understanding the meaning of his words.

“My mother told me that she really likes you and she told me to do anything to keep you”. This revelation really please and deeply touch you. You’ve never imagine that it would be like that. Christian take a little glance at you, with a happy smile. “She is never wrong, you know”. 

“That’s good to know cause I plan to stuck you for at least the next all year”, you giggle as putting a sweet kiss on his cheek. 

40 minutes later, Christian parks the car in the parking lot but before going outside, he just remembers something. 

“What did you do with my mom, when I was in the garage with my dad ? I saw you were both laughing like you two were having a good time”. You quickly understand that he was referring to the albums. You hold on your laugh as remembering the pictures and try to remain serious. 

“Oh nothing...it’s a secret between your mom and I”

[ryder616]

Rewatching Ye Who Enter Here

By the end of this episode we have:

a possibly dead or dying Mack

Skye kidnapped and headed to meet her deranged father and the sadist who vivisected her mother

May, Trip and Hunter (and the Koenigs) aboard an airplane marked for destruction.

That’s half the cast in potentially lethal jeopardy. Just another regular Tuesday on AoS 😁

I think the earlier seasons did the “team is split to concurrent missions” better: in later seasons it’s often just 2 or 3 characters together, which feels claustrophobic and small scale. It works for S5, not so much for S6 when S.H.I.E.L.D. is supposedly a real agency again and not just the core agents making do. Here both contingents - Team Coulson in Puerto Rico and Team May in Vancouver - are big enough to still feel like a “team”.

The equal splitting involves the pairings (in a “usually working together” capacity, not romantic 😊), too. FitzSimmons and Trip and Skye stay together on their respective missions, while Bobbi and Hunter are separated and so are May and Coulson, due to their leading duties.

Of course FitzSimmons take the opportunity to decide - well, it’s a unilateral decision made by Fitz, really - to (sort of) go their separate ways professionally. It’s not the lowest point of their relationship yet but for two people who had been inseparable since they were sixteen it’s still absolutely huge and not in a good way.

Stuff that crossed my mind:

AoS hitting the ceiling in the literary titles department as Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here is of course the inscription on the gates of hell in Dante’s Divine Comedy. Overdramatic much?😄

Bye, bye, Angel Eyes. Skye’s dream is really not subtle, is it? Alone and abandoned in her latest home (the base), and Suburban Philinda are her parents.

As deceptive scanning devices go, mini Lola is by far the cutest.

I recommend a week of solid bed rest. -- Bed rest? Where’s that in the S.H.I.E.L.D. handbook? Nowhere, apparently. How is he already on his feet and, more importantly, why? He was shot twice and had an artery cut. 😱

My dad, Ward, the Obelisk, the city...it’s all messed up. And I just can’t shake this vibe that something really bad is about to happen. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to shake quite a bit fairly soon...😎

Nothing but positive thoughts from here on out. *knocks the table*. That’s not wood, is it? Ah, now I see where things went wrong. Fake wood veneer is the culprit.

Based on our latest intel, there's something very powerful inside it, a weapon. And by “latest intel” he of course means the deranged ramblings of Skye’s father.

And then what, sir? -- We blow the hell out of it. Straightforward and destructive. I like it.

Why hasn’t Hydra fixed Kara’s face? Any other consideration aside, the scar makes her too noticeable and memorable for undercover work.

*hears about May electrocuting Kara’s face* Oh, that is so badass. *hears May is headed to his location*. He’s sending The Cavalry. Sweet! Where Sam is all of us.

All we can do now is try and catch Ward. -- Or put the son of a bitch down. I’m genuinly impressed that there’s an “or” about it.

You don't want Skye anywhere near that city, do you? -- It's not the city I'm afraid of. It's her lunatic father. Keep an eye on her, okay? -- Of course. I'm her S.O. Right. You’re her S.O., he’s her Director... It’s all very professional. 🤭

It’s Bobbi’s turn to tackle the Case of FitzSimmons. I like her intervention more than Mack’s however her advice -- be honest -- seems a bit ironic considering the state of things between her and Hunter.

Your best friend. -- I never thought of him as anything else. Right there with you, Jem. However, everyone else - on and off screen - seems fairly convinced that’s not the way forward.

I’ll see you there. Sir. Why the surprised face, Phil? Didn’t you ever hug Fury when leaving for a mission? Perfectly standard professional behaviour here too, nothing to see. 🤭

I’m just wondering if it means you’re bringing Hunter in on the other thing. -- That? No. [...] No, he has no idea. And I’d like it to stay that way. So, did she recommend him to Coulson with the mission in mind as he suspects and now has changed her mind or did she have no ulterior motives and was just trying to be helpful? 🤔

Stand down, Agent 33! We can help you! This is the one and only attempt by anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. to treat Kara as a victim and not an enemy, at least until she’ll be at the base. Am I surprised that it comes from Skye and that it nearly got her killed? No, on both counts.

You ever had the fried plantains here? -- Tostones? Yeah. Why? -- I read about this place down the street where they put crab in them. I wouldn't mind trying that. More proof that he’s a foodie.

Ooh. Hats. Wish I was a hat guy. Some guys can really pull that look off, you know? What? Too small? Bobbi’s look is priceless. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. on the eve of a critical operation, acting like a regular tourist.

There are 3 million people on this island, and I won't let HYDRA turn them into collateral damage. -- With all due respect, sir, this kind of op, Fury would have a number. -- A number? -- Of acceptable losses. -- My number is zero. For the record, I hate that phrase. Bobbi’s line of questioning obviously gains a whole new meaning when you know she’s working for Real Asshole S.H.I.E.L.D.

Minimize destruction? You really aren't Fury, are you? -- Come on, Bobbi. You ought to know me by now. Well, clearly not enough to not indulge into Gonzalez’s and the Council of Hufflepuffs’ paranoia.

You just need more time to heal and -- I've had time, and I'm not better, so you should run the lab and I can work for you. I just can't work with you. And I think that's what's best. *heavy sigh* this is made worse by the fact that he is, in fact, getting better and we just saw it last episode.😞

Maybe he thinks you know something about the Obelisk. How it works. -- Are you saying Whitehall has the Diviner? [...] Well, that changes things. You know, it might have been more prudent not to tell her that... 😏

Honestly, everything that we've been through, I don't know what to believe anymore. Honey, it’s barely the middle of season 2...trust me, you have seen nothing yet.

The story is, several of the guards went missing in the middle of the night from this tower, never to be seen again. They simply vanished. It's all preposterous, really. -- Yeah. About as preposterous as an alien city. Poor Mack, always caught up in the weird despite his better judgement. And in a few minutes they’re gonna send him down there. All alone.😒

Does he get emotional? Yes. Violent, even? Yes. But he's also quite misunderstood. That’s one way of putting it...

Before I met your father, I was a lost soul with no clue of where I belonged. -- The daughter he never had. -- No. No one could ever replace you, Skye. You're all he wants. Somehow, I’m not sure this is coming across as comforting.

I’m not scared of heights. That’s not what you’ll say in S5!

Be honest, Skye. Haven't you ever felt lost or had that feeling that you were part of something bigger? Like you were special? I don’t know about her, but I have always felt that she was special, yes. 😎

Something bad is about to happen. And this is different from your daily lives how...?

Anyone shoots, the plane goes down. We all die. -- Maybe it's worth it. -- Let's not get carried away just yet. Where Hunter is me.

May, if I don't go with him, he's gonna blow this plane to pieces. [...] There's no other way. You know that. Whatever happens, I can handle myself. Yeah, besides she almost died once already a full twenty minutes ago, I think we’re due for another bout of mortal peril.

Oh, Skye, don’t forget your tablet. You know what would be really useful? A nice, easy and quick, “brick the tablet” button.

Bravo 4. You have a go. Shoot them down. Repeat: shoot them down. Meh. Like that’s gonna be enough. Silly Hydra.

[chittapornswife]

Prince!Ten AU

Note: If I offended any people especially thai people then please do message me & i’ll take this down. You’re probably wondering why i’m even posting this if I feel like I may offend others but this is one of my fav works so..... i have no excuse lol but I don’t want to hurt ppl’s feelings :/ I’m also not super cultured in thai royalty.... but i hope i did well!😁 ahasjhdsd i hope u all enjoy this:)❣️mood

genre: fluff word count: 2.8K type: ten x reader

summary: where you’re the royal baker!Doyoung’s bff and are helping him out for a big event when a certain Thai prince seems to have taken an interest in you.

ummmmm..... ten in royal thai clothes??? yes pls????

everyone would be head over heels for him in his royal attire

with his pitch-black hair cut perfectly to reveal his shaved sides,,,

his bangs falling down perfectly framing his brows

plus his red nehru-style jacket that’s adorned with gold epaulettes, several medals, a golden sash and black pants with matching black shoes. (pic below is a thai military uniform, similar to what a prince/king would wear but the green/red sash would be different.)

and whenever he walks in the room with this outfit, all eyes are on him

as he walks with his chin up, looking straight ahead (and not at the disapproving officials faces) with a straight face and looking oh so regal.

making his servants look amongst each other like,

“who is this??? and what just happened to the boy whining and throwing a tantrum to wear some sweats instead of his royal outfit??!?!??

and ten would just take his seat with his high and mighty royal prince aura which is really just him being..... bored.

like he’d rather be anywhere else than sitting with his dad the king, and his mom the queen, and a bunch of other officials just to discuss about the country and politics and other stuff too boring to be interested in

sometimes he contemplates on whether asking his dad if he can go hang out with the other princes to like Paris or Greece before conferences so he can escape, hang out and discuss “matters” with them

and his dad will give him this look but he’ll be like “fine...... very well..... u can hang out with them for a bit but you must come back by evening.”

and cause ten’s a prince he can fly to anywhere in the world he wants to doesn't matter for how long (unless his dad says no)

but he can’t keep escaping and “wasting fuel” quote his mom, by flying to different countries.... just to avoid the weekly meetings 

so he often excuses himself to go the “relieving area” aka washroom but really he’s just tryna sneak out to the kitchen to steal some pastries and desserts

and that’s where he finds you.

you’re Doyoung, the royal baker’s best-friend and a baker yourself, so you often find yourself accompanying him to to help him and his baking team at the royal palace

which you love.

you love it so so so much,

because you get to try so many new things and....... you have the best of the line tools for it.

like the oven is never not shining even when Doyoung’s right-hand, Johnny, accidentally put too much baking soda in a cake and it exploded everywhere.

fast forward 15 mins after that and you’d never know it had happened.

the kitchen is also massive as well and it could basically fit everyone living in the royal palace but for now, it’s just you, Doyoung, Johnny and a couple of other chefs and helpers.

so you’re just minding your own business, decorating little cakes, while the others get the main courses ready and start cleaning up when you feel a presence in front of you......

you look up and see a pair of shining brown eyes staring curiously at your work then up at you.

and you scream,

accidentally squirting white frosting onto the person in front of you in the process, who you recognize and notice that it happens to be the......

prince......

wellshit.

everyone in the kitchen stops and some drop the brooms and spatulas they had in their hands as they stare at you and him.

and immediately they all bow but you’re still standing there, icing pipe in one hand and the other in the air, totally frozen because you know you’ve messed up.

and you’re like “shit shit shit. I'm gonna get banished from the palace. or even worse... I'm gonna get exiled..,,,... hshsihtist.”

but ten’s just staring at you with wide eyes and you’re praying to god that he doesn't execute you or something when you see the corners of his mouth turn up and his eyes turn into rainbows and then.....

laughter.

huh?

he’s loudly laughing and you’re confused as heck as he doubles over, clutching his stomach, laughing uncontrollably

you’re looking over at the others who’ve risen from their bows like “????? is he ok???? is this normal????”

but everyone’s just as confused as you and even Doyoung shrugs like “ur own ur own man I've never seen this happen before.”

so you’re just standing there, frosting pipe still in hand and awkwardly watching Prince Ten laugh

then he finally calms down, wiping his face with a wet towel one of the servants brought him

but still has that adorable smile on his face as he looks at you,,,, in your simple black long-sleeve, mostly covered by your apron and pants

and you blush because rainbow eyed prince ten,,,, staring at you,,,???!!!!??!!

“that’s the most fun i’ve had since Officer Lee tripped over a plant.” his slight thai accent showing when he speaks in english.

you’re still standing there, staring at him staring at you when you realize how impolite you’ve been to the prince 

so you put your hands together in a prayer motion to your face and bow to him while repeating, “khor thot krab! /I'm sorry!/ ” over and over again.

but ten puts his hand over yours, making you look up at your contact and then up at his face which has come closer.

his eyes twinkle as he smiles again saying, “it’s alright, no need to apologize. I’m the one who scared you in the first place.”

and it’s like,, it’s like you’re seeing him in a new light,, because he’s so close to you, you can see all the details that the magazines and media outlets miss or cover up when they take pics of him

the two small jagged scars he has on the right side of his face, the lines he has under his eyes most likely from staying up at night or traveling constantly, how one of his brows has less hair than the other (i couldn't help myself LOL) and how he’s much more beautiful with all these imperfections.

then you hear someone clear their throat making ten immediately let go of your hands and take a step back 

and you do the same, looking at anything but him and feeling your heartbeat accelerate,

the room suddenly feeling like it got a good 100 degrees hotter

“would you like to taste any of the food we have prepared your majesty?” doyoung gestures to the other meals and sides the staff has prepared

meanwhile your focus is on that one piece of cake that you just messed up and you’re wondering how to fix it when you hear Ten say

“no, no, it’s alright, thank you. I just came down to see what desserts you had prepared and if there were any worth trying.”

now you’re like well shit.

because desserts are your thing and you’re gonna have to show them to him and explain without having to stutter like an idiot.

“Oh (y/n) can help you with that then your majesty, we must go back to cooking so please excuse the rest of us.” you hear doyoung’s voice as he and the rest of the staff go back to doing their thing and you’re still standing like a speechless idiot.

Ten’s eyes twinkle as he puts his hands behind his back and walks up to you asking, “so would you be able to introduce me to all the beautiful creations you’ve prepared?”

and you can hear the teasing in his voice but you swallow thickly and manage to say a “yes your majesty.” without your voice wobbling as you thought it would’ve

“please,” he lightly touches your arm, “call me prince ten, i’m sick of the ‘your majesty’ this and ‘your majesty’ that.” 

“oh okay, p-prince ten.” a weird but exciting feeling washes over you as his hand lingers on your arm when you say his title 

also making you wonder if you’re the first person he’s ever asked to call him that.

but nevertheless, you do as he has asked and explain all of the desserts and pastries you’ve prepared which is about a good 7-10 different types or so 

because there are some officials from different countries who’ve come to meet the king so you’ve prepared a lot

and you don’t know if you’re just imagining it,,, but you feel like ten’s eyes are on you whenever you speak 

but then when you turn to look at him, his eyes are on the dessert you’re talking about, so you dismiss it as just your crazy thoughts.

ten’s super patient as he intently listens to you and you start to feel slightly more comfortable around him

he doesn’t say much either except “wow”, “i never knew that”, “that’s so cool!!”.

like he actually cares about what you’re saying?? how??? 

because most ppl get bored when you explain about different ingredients or fun facts but he’s super intrigued and soaks up everything

and soon it’s lunch, so the servers start to take out the food and you’re like oh shit because you still have to finish up the cakes 

so you excuse yourself from ten and start rushing to finish up since everything’s been taken out now

so everyone’s cleaning up and there’s just one server waiting for you patiently

when you hear, “it’s alright, you may go. This dessert isn’t going to be served.”

and you stop on the last cake to look up at ten who’s looking at the server who’s looking between the both of you confused as heck

but ten just shoos him away and you’re like ????? i spent so much time on this???? what is he saying???

but you know you can’t really argue with a prince except you’re so furious because you’re like,

first he comes in here,, with his high and mighty self and disturbs you while you’re doing work

and now he’s basically embarrassing you in front of a server and at the same time telling you that your work isn’t good????? 

so you’re like “um sorry? what do you mean?!?”

he turns to look at you, smile on his face as if he knew you were gonna say something

bangs all messy but perfectly framing his brows and his eyes growing softer as he looks at your adorably annoyed face

“Those desserts aren’t going to be served because they’re special to me and i’d like to be the only one who eats them.” he says as he walks up to you closer, kneeling down to your height.

“after all, they are what got me to meet you.”

um..... heart... not functioning.... error 911,.,,., help..,.,,

someone call the doctor, beCAUSE TEN IS OUT TO SNaTCH HEARTS!!

now he’s as close to your face as he was earlier before, letting him skim his eyes over your delicate features and appreciate the smaller details. 

then out of no where, he does the unthinkable.

ten leans in and kisses your cheek,

his soft lips just briefly coming into contact with your skin, but leaving a deep impression

instantly causing you to heat up and leaving you gaping,

ten just leans back, a grin on his face as he sees you’re speechless

but you’re also like, “the prince just kissed me.....”

“i just got kissed by prince ten....” you mumble, not understanding if this is a dream or reality. 

or a dream in a dream o_0

ten just winks at you at you and steals the plate full of cakes, walking away all cool and no-big-deal type

but little do you know that,,, his heart is beating super fast, his palms are sweating, legs shaking because,,,

he just kissed you. 

and he wants do it again.

from then on, you both barely see each other because you get caught up in your own work so you’re unable to help out doyoung

and ten’s been traveling constantly since his dad’s come down with the flu so he’s basically had to take over the king’s role with his mom’s help

however,, you still see him sometimes,,,.. 

in the news, smiling and waving to the people, or he’ll coincidentally just be walking past your bakery with his bodyguards to go on a “stroll”

a “stroll”  (   ͡°   ͜ʖ  ͡° )

and you don’t wanna be cocky, but you're pretty sure he’s just tryna catch a glimpse of you,

and then make you flustered by winking at you.

but then one day,,,

doyoung emergency calls you to help him out because some of his staff have come down with the king’s flu so he’s reaally short-handed

so you practically leap into your work clothes and run to the castle with a whisk in hand

when you see him.

prince ten, standing by the grand doors, in,,,, a hoodie and sweats?

like he still looks good but you’ve never seen him in anything besides his different types of royal uniforms so you’re shocked to say the least

and as you get closer, you notice the eyebags and the sniffling

and you realize that the flu really has gotten to everyone.

he smiles at you warmly, but sneezes right after, making you laugh

but you’re also concerned because he’s looking extremely tired and pale

so you’re like “shouldn’t you be resting prince ten?” 

he just smiles and shuffles towards you saying rather hoarsely,

“it’s okay, i’m feeling better now that you’re here.”

your heart throbs at his adorableness, but you laugh out loud at how he’s still a cheesy flirt even when he’s sick

his eyes turn into cute rainbows as he drinks in the sight of you and how he finally gets to hear your voice and your laugh after so long

and it feels good. so good.

but he also finds that you make him nervous and it’s oddly refreshing.. 

because he hasn’t been nervous or anxious around anyone in a while after being used to the boring life of a prince

so he plucks up all the courage he has inside of him and asks,  

“um would you like to go on date?”

you immediately stop laughing and stare at him.

a date? a real date? like something people who like each other go on? did prince ten just ask that?

or is his mind just unclear from the meds?

“um i mean you don’t have to haha this isn’t like uh an order or anything like um I’m just- you know um-” he stutters and lets out a big sigh

then he looks deep into your eyes and takes a step closer to you,

“I’m asking not as prince ten but as a normal guy, just plain ten.”

and he looks so nervous, you can’t help yourself from throwing your arms around him to give a big hug

ten’s caught off guard and is frozen for a moment or two before he tries to gently push you away

because as cute as this situation is,,,, he’s still sick and contagious.

but you’re too stubborn to let go so he stops trying and just smiles, wrapping his arms around you

making you feel all bubbly and protected with the warmth radiating from his body.

“i’ll take that as a yes then?” he chuckles, making you pull back to see his blushing face

and god..,,, he looks so adorable that you can’t stop yourself...

from kissing his soft, flushed cheek.

you beam at his shocked face, 

“definitely a yes.”

and when you both go on a date (once he’s feeling better of course) it’s the cutest thing ever

because you’ve been thinking that you’re the only one who’s all nervous and giddy but,,,

ten’s even more flustered

like you’d think he’d be all flirty and winky and “babe you good? ;))”

but he’s like coughing delicately and clearing his throat every couple minutes

then avoiding your eyes when you look at him only staring at you when he thinks you don’t notice but you really do

overall, you find him way too cute so when you go back to the palace and you’re in the royal garden so you can say a proper goodbye without anyone seeing,

you can’t help yourself from leaning in and kissing him,

on the lips.

ten’s obviously like wut because your soft lips are against his own and it feels even better than the kisses on the cheeks?

and once he realizes that it’s really real, you’re kissing him, he slides his hand right above your ear in your hair and the other gently holding your neck and pulling you closer.

then the kiss really quick switches up from sweet & gentle to passionate & handsy

and let’s just say,,,

prince ten’s looks like a total dream with just his white tank, black formal pants (cause no one knows he went out on a date so he has to dress formal) on and his belt on the ground,

letting his pants hang dangerously low, revealing the smooth tanned skin underneath and a hint of his red boxers which hide his very excited friend....

ok stopping before it’s nsfw lolol

but prince ten = a major heartthrob

[aquamarine-rabbit]

fallinflowerr​:

“somehow, this feels like one big excuse just to get me to carry you everywhere. you’re lucky we had both gotten new jobs and we’re celebrating or else i wouldn’t of done it.” asta stuck his tongue out at her before walking down the street with her on his back. “i think if i worked there at afterlife, i would’ve made a lot of money. i would’ve been a hit.” he pointed out, smug about it. “oh, jiwoo! i remember that kid. um, i didn’t really do much but i’m glad he’s still safe after everything’s that happened.” asta would be up to meeting up with jiwoo too, but he didn’t really know where to find him. “wow, look at you, lala. you’re popular. you’re a big shot now.” he teased, swatting away her hand from pinching him. 

“SEE? this is why i told you to stay. i told you things would change. things would get better. wow, you and yuno never listen to me. ever.” asta laughed. “i’m going to see if i can check on him later on. he’s being a little too quiet.” 

asta stopped right in front of the bar, letting her get down. “i have a savings. with money in it. i know it seems like i buy every stupid thing and have no control over my money but i do! kind of. don’t you have an emergency fund, lala?” he inquired, holding the door open for her to enter slugs. he slid onto the stool, leaning his arms onto the bar’s counter. he scrambled to pick up the menu and literally picked the first thing on the menu that he saw. “um— i’ll have rum and coke! yeah, i’ll have that.” he nodded, before putting the menu down. the bartender seemed to grunt in annoyance and move away from them, starting to work on their drinks. “well, he seems friendly. as for tea… i don’t have any. no drama happened on the trip, surprisingly. but going to whimsical isle had me thinking… do you think i should start using one of those online dating things?”

"Oh so we gotta be celebrating something for me to hitch a ride on the Asta Express?? 🥺” Lala pouted. “Living for your confidence, boo. 😂 I would’ve made sure to spread the word about your appearance at the elderly folks’ home so all the old ladies could come through and make it rain on you with their retirement savings. 😜” She snorted at her own comment. “Psh, downplaying it in true humble, heroic fashion. ♥️ Well regardless on how you feel, he sounded very appreciative about what you did for him. I’mma totally set up a lil’ get together for y’all two, leave it to me~” She smiled. “Been that bitch, still that bitch boo. 💅🏻” She winked and giggled.

“You right... Maybe I have a hard time trusting you ever since I wore that terrible beauty supply store wig on purpose one time to see if you’d be honest about how ugly it was, and you told me it looked 'great’ and that I should ‘totally’ wear it on the date I was gonna go on that day. Remember that?” She laughed sheepishly, making light of the situation but still agreeing that Asta was certainly correct that things would eventually change. “I wanna come with! And please don’t kill me but there are so many jokes I can make about you saying Yuno’s too ‘quiet’. 💀💀💀”

“I believe you, you’re pretty responsible Asta, you should give yourself more credit! And yeah I do, though a lot of it depleted since I wasn’t making much money in the past few months obviously and had to dip into it more than I wanted to... I didn’t have the luxury of being able to use my emergency fund for a lavish vacation like some people.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “But yeah. Definitely gotta built that back up when I start getting paid.” She sighed. She chuckled at the awkward exchange between the rude bartender and Asta. “Just show him your titties and it’ll cheer him up. 😛” She giggled, playfully pulling down Asta’s shirt collar. “Aw, no drama? You bitches are boring. Just kidding, I’m happy to hear you cuties had a happy drama-free time. 😁 And Anna Ou-- What about that trip had you thinking that? Were a lot of the peeps you went with coupled up or something? Aww. I don’t see why not Asta, go for it! I would try to set you up with one of my friends but those chicks are the type who’d probably try to steal your credit card during sex so I wanna protect you from that. 😅🤣 Wait, what happened to that snobby chick from your apartment I had beef with that one time? You still talking to that hoe or was she just a short-lived fling? 👀”