#but hey hes happy to accommodate with whatever you need

[deerspherestudios]

HIIIII OMG I LOVE THIS GAME!!

I have a question, how would Mycheal react to an MC with ADHD? (im diagnosed but i dont like to share it LOLLLL)

I am quite giddy and waste all my energy to the point i could pass out FLAT. I talk ALOT aswell, along with other symptoms i got diagnosed with all that magical stuffff

would he get annoyed or understand or just be confused?

TYSMMM I LOVE YOU GIRLLLYY

I don't think he'd be annoyed tbh! He might have trouble keeping up with your energy but I think he'd find your personality interesting/endearing if anything.

If you explain ADHD to him, he probably won't understand the psychological aspect of it all, nor bother to. Who cares if your brain is wired a little different? At the end of the day he's just happy to accept you as you are, just like you did for him.

[peachesofteal]

Light on - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: You ask Simon to babysit for you last minute. For @that-fangirl-1106 and three anons

“Thank you so, so much. I owe you.” 

Simon stops short at your door, brows raising in surprise. He expected to see you in your ‘house clothes’ as you call them, leggings, or an old pair of jeans with a t shirt. Instead, you’re wearing a skirt, a short skirt, swell of your breasts just visible inside the V of your shirt, and his stomach twists, confusion thrumming in his veins. What is this? Where are you going? When you called and asked him to help you watch Emma for a bit, he just assumed it was so you could run some errands or something, take some time for yourself. Not for… whatever this is. 

You’ve got Emmaline on your hip, waist curved to accommodate her, and she’s babbling at you with a happy smile.  

“Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience? My sitter bailed last minute.” The door lock clicks into place behind him, and he holds his tongue, stopping the flow of one hundred questions, biting down on the urge to pull you into his chest and tell you- you’re not actually going anywhere. 

Would you agree? Would you look up at him with that sweet, beautiful face, and tell him that you won’t? That you’ll stay here, with him, instead. Where you belong.

“Simon?” Shit.

“It’s fine. I’m happy to help.” Emma coos, looking up at him, little legs wriggling in her onesie and his heart thumps a little harder, the green poison of jealously cooling just slightly when he realizes it doesn’t matter where you’re going. You’ll be coming home to him, and Emmaline, at the end of your night. 

Still. He has to ask. He has to know. 

“Where are you going?” You hand the baby to him, clucking softly, rubbing your fingers through her wispy crop of curls. 

“Out with this guy I met!” You’re excited, practically beaming, and your fingers find the hem of your shirt, anxiously plucking at it. “It’s been a while since like-“ you stop yourself, embarrassment heating your face, and you clear your throat. “No one’s asked me on a date in a while. Single moms aren’t really… a hot commodity.” His stomach clenches at the idea of another man thinking you’re a hot anything, let alone even looking in your direction. 

“Where are you going? Who is he?” 

“To the little Thai spot on seventh.” You give him an odd look. “And he’s a guy I met at the library.” 

“The library?” 

“Yeah, during story time.” You’re pulling a jacket on, and he clenches his jaw so tight he could chew through concrete. “Alright, baby, love you.” You step into his orbit, dab of perfume still wet on your neck, heat pressing into his side when you bend to kiss Emma on her forehead. Your hand brushes his against her back, something clouding your gaze when you look up into his face, something hopeful and honeyed sweet, with just a glimpse of longing, enough that blood roars in his ears. 

He should ask you to stay, tell you he’ll take you instead. Or take you somewhere better, take you anywhere you want to go. 

But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you slip out the front door, blowing the baby in his arms one last kiss goodnight with a wave of your palm.

An hour later, a key scrapes against the metal of the lock. He’s got Emmaline and her favorite stuffed giraffe in his arms, walking circles in the kitchen, bouncing her lightly to try to soothe her pre bedtime tears, a normal routine he’s seen you do more than once. 

You slip through the door with a whispered apology, tired eyes rimmed in red. 

“Hey.” You reach for Emma, giving her a big smile and holding her to your chest, little kisses from your lips dotting her head, her cheeks. Your eyes slip closed, tension sagging from your shoulders, and he frowns, 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing. He uh, didn’t show.” Oh, sweetheart. You shrug, brushing it off. “But that’s okay, isn’t it?” you coo at Emma, smoothing a hand up and down her back. “Yeah, that’s okay. Mum doesn’t need anyone but you, huh Emmaline?” You say something about putting her to bed, and he barely hears you, too busy thinking about finding the piece of shit that decided to stand you up and breaking every bone in his body. 

You reappear once you’ve got her down, and he still hasn’t made himself scarce, lingering in your kitchen, hands in his pockets. He feels out of place, heart panging at the dejected look at your face. 

“Fuck that guy.” He grunts, and you crack a smile, tucking your arms around yourself. “He’s an idiot.” 

“Yeah.” You’re sullen, rejected, and it makes his blood boil, rage coursing through him knowing that someone made you feel less than the wonder you are. “Thanks for… I guess hanging out with her for a little while, at least. It was really nice of you.” 

“Anytime.” The kitchen is silent for a moment, reflecting your somber mood, and just as he’s about to tell you how stupid that guy is, how much of fool he is to not see what he missed out on, how much he didn’t deserve a single second of your time, you sigh out a whispered confession. 

“I guess it was pretty stupid.” 

“What was stupid, sweetheart?” 

“Going on a date when I have a baby at home. Thinking someone would even want a single mom with a baby at home.” You roll your eyes. “You know, as soon I got out the door, I was thinking about coming back? Couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wishing I was hanging out with my own daughter, and you… instead of going on a date.” His heart latches onto your words, hoarding them close, trying to memorize them so he can recall every syllable when he closes his eyes tonight. 

“That’s not stupid.” He wants to comfort you, promise you that it’s the farthest thing from stupid. 

“Maybe. Either way doesn’t matter, right? I got stood up.” You wince. 

“Whoever he is, he doesn’t deserve a minute of your time.” Your lips part, a little stunned by the steadfast vow, before splitting into a delicate smile, and your head ducks. 

“Thanks, Simon.” 

[istoleyoursk1n]

Hello and Happy Holidays (whatever you might celebrate)! If you have time, could you please write something about the BG3 Companions (or specifically Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Astarion and Karlach if there's too many) with a disabled reader who feels insecure about it? I personally am autistic and have a few physical disabilities so I need help with some things, am very clumsy and can struggle in social situations. Bonus points if you include things like them being protective over the reader because I personally have weak bones and chronic pain because of my disabilities so I'd like to think they'd be extra protective 🥰

Thank you so so much, I hope you have a wonderful 2024 ahead of you!

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How they would react to a Tav who is insecure about their disabilities

(Happy holidays to you too! I hope you enjoy your new year!)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

The bully

He wasn't aware of it at first so he came off as plain mean. He’d tease you for the little things you struggle with during the early moments of you two together but don't worry, he gets better.

The more he starts to care for you, the more he realizes that perhaps teasing you for things you clearly struggle with isn't something he should be doing. Especially if he's starting to value you and how you feel.

It's subtle at first, he quits most if not all his mockery towards you and usually speaks up in situations where you cannot. He eventually comes to do all the talking for you both.

Comes around to ask what you’re particularly struggling with to better understand you. And help you with such struggles in the near future.

While he used to laugh at you every time you fell/tipped something over, he finally started helping you up, disregarding said mistake as a “happy little accident”.

He’s surprisingly far more forgiving and patient with you, of course, there's the usual snarky remark but it's never directed toward whatever disability you possess.

Further into your relationship, he straight up starts defending you if anyone but he decides to laugh at your struggles. He’d verbally assault them with words that even make you shake.

It's difficult to stop the man once he starts telling off someone, at least it's entertaining, and hey! He’s doing it for you.

Further along the line, he’d finally come around to apologizing for his former attitude towards you, understanding that approaching you in such a way was wrong of him given your circumstance. He shouldn't have taken advantage of that.

Regardless, now you have a sassy lover who's quick to snap at anyone who tries to make fun of you.

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

Incredibly understanding that it's almost startling for you.

It doesn't take long for him to notice what you're struggling with and is quick to help out without having to make mention of whatever disability you possess.

He doesn’t judge you at all despite your struggles, already noting your worth to him and that you are not inconveniencing him in any way.

He was actually the first to accommodate your disabilities, defending you if the others become too ignorant of them.

He’s dealt with people of all shapes and sizes, it isn't his first time handling people who need extra special care nor is he burdened by it.

He’ll make it very clear to you that you don't have to feel any shame in asking for help or if you simply can't do a certain task, he’ll gladly be there for you!

And hey! There's no need to feel about being clumsy every now and then. He's certainly knocked a few books off shelves due to his new horns. You both can laugh at each other’s clumsy little accidents together.

If anything, he hardly sees your disability as something abnormal. Barely even reminds you about it to make you feel more comfortable with yourself.

He’s always linking his arm with yours whenever you struggle with walking long distances, walking slower than usual just to make sure that you can keep up and feel included.

Overall, he’s very sweet and sympathetic when it comes to your condition, he doesn't even have to be your lover to make sure you're always being tended to.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

Didn't even realize it at first.

He just thought you were clumsy/weaker than most but it wasn't something he felt bothered by. You provide your own form of help for the group every now and then and that's already valuable enough.

It would take him a while to realize or you’d have to tell him yourself but eventually he’d come to ask you directly if you have *insert condition*.

After which, he's surprisingly understanding. That would honestly explain a lot for him.

He wouldn't pay much attention to you until you both start growing closer, that's when he starts offering his own assistance in regards to your condition.

He's not the best when it comes to medical treatment but hey! Guess what he does have? Magic!

And with your permission, he’d gladly use said magic to make your situation more comfortable/easier for you to handle.

He's quick to offer his help in tasks that he sees you struggling with whether that be with the use of his magic or figuring out ways for you to do said task on your own without struggling as much.

He goes out of his way to better understand your condition and does his own in-depth research about it.

You've never seen someone so stressed whenever you experience mild chronic pain. In moments, he's all over you like a worried mother hen. It's almost funny to watch if you weren’t in pain and struggling right now.

He's the one who worries the most if he sees you doing a mundane task you tend to struggle with. He has to be certain that he's at least there to help you if ever you end up hurting yourself.

Similar to Astarion, he ends up taking control of most conversations in social gatherings if you're having a hard time doing it yourself.

: ̗̀➛ KARLACH

Didn't notice it at first, she simply thought you needed the occasional hand but that was all.

You’d probably have to directly tell her about whatever condition you may have if you ever wish for her to actually figure it out.

Even if you don't tell her, she’s still assisting you here and there whenever possible. She doesn't even need to know about your disabilities to be accommodating.

If she does find out about it, she’s shocked at first if not slightly worried that she may have come across as overwhelming to you.

Regardless, she’s still awfully kind to you, never once dismissing your struggles.

A bit concerned about touching you/being a bit too rough for her own good but she handles you as gently as she possibly can.

Would probably (or already has) beaten the shit out of anyone who's dared undermine you for your struggles.

She will carry you around whenever whatever internal pain you’re feeling gets too much, she has no problem with doing so for hours! Won't even ask for much in return.

Having you in her arms is a reward enough! Besides, you both seem to be having a blast.

No worries if you have a hard time processing social situations, she's there to cut in for you! Unprompted as well, she might as well be rambling to the unfortunate soul who decided to confront you two.

: ̗̀➛ SHADOWHEART

She’s a cleric, she’d take notice of it quicker than most.

You did save her from that nautiloid pod so she sees no reason why she shouldn't be helping you with your condition.

She does try to relieve whatever pain you feel, especially if your chronic pains are getting too much for you to bear.

Her treatments don't last permanently but they are enough to make you feel far more comfortable in the state your are in.

She doesn't mind helping you with tasks she sees you struggling with, you can tell she's being as careful as possible when it comes to you.

She checks up on you whenever she has the time, especially if she grows to trust you. She constantly makes sure that you’re well enough to continue on with the journey or if you need to stay in camp for a while.

Gives you surprisingly good advice on how to treat/cope with the things you struggle with, especially if it comes to medical struggles. Other than that, she's there when you need her.

She's stern in dismissing anyone who tries to mock or make fun of you for your struggles, her words are enough to make anyone feel bad for even trying.

She likes keeping you close whenever possible, not just because she likes you but to also make sure she can give you immediate care whenever you're suddenly in pain.

Always asks whether or not you are capable of doing certain tasks so you have the freedom to do certain things by yourself.

But, she also ensures that you don't feel bad for depending too much on her.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

Quickly comes to your aid when he sees you struggling, with or without the knowledge of your condition.

He’s always willing to help you, you needing extra assistance wouldn't burden the man at all.

As big and tough as he may be, he's surprisingly gentle, making sure that when he holds you, he does with the utmost care.

If you are having difficulty with speaking and/or being around social gatherings? No worries! You don't have to ask at all, he’d kindly do the talking for you.

Of course, he’d make sure he’d hear what you’d like to say first before relaying the words to whoever both of you were speaking to.

If said social situations get too much, he’s more than willing to get you both out of it in favor of some peaceful quiet time in nature.

He probably knows a few remedies to help lessen the pain that comes with your condition, ensuring that you always have time to rest and relax as to not push your body too much.

Likely the most protective of you among the others mentioned, comes with the merged animal-like nature he obtained.

He’s never far from you at all, always lending a hand to make sure you have something to hold onto at all times. Besides, no one dares to mess with you when you have someone as towering as Halsin by you.

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[a-little-unsteddie]

stuck in your throat || 2.3

2.1 || 2.2 || [here] || 2.4

in todays part: what did chrissy mean by multiple options? is eddie still gonna be standoffish? we’ll see! :D i hope y’all enjoy this part :)

ignore how uhh unrealistic this is lmao it’s very handwavy about pretty much everything <3

About a week later, just a few days before they were set to leave, Steve and Robin pulled into the address that Chrissy had given them. He was surprised to see that it appeared to be a Universal Home and RV lot. He spotted Chrissy and Eddie standing at the entrance of the building, so pulled up next to the car that was parked near by, having seen Eddie get into it during the in-person ‘interview’.

"Hey, guys!" Chrissy greeted cheerfully. Her warm, summer scent immediately let Steve know she was an omega, which he somehow hadn't known before. He wasn't really surprised, if he was honest.

"Hi Chrissy! Eddie," Steve responded, with a slight nod and shy smile to the alpha.

To his surprise, Eddie smiled warmly and greeted him, “Hey, Steve.”

"And you must be Robin," Chrissy said, reaching a hand out to shake the trembling alpha's.

Steve glanced at Robin to gauge her reaction and grinned at the enamored look she had on her face. He nudged her gently, startling her out of it.

“Oh- um- yes! That’s me! Robin! It is so nice to meet you in person, Chrissy,” Robin reciprocated the handshake. Steve noticed she looked like she was about to go on one of her rambles and decided to spare her the mortification. While Steve, and he doubted anyone else, didn’t mind it, he knew that Robin hated when she couldn’t stop talking.

Steve thought it added to her charm.

Robin thought he was full of shit.

“I can’t help but notice we’re at a dealership,” Steve said, interrupting whatever nonsense was about to cone out of Robin’s mouth. She shot him a grateful look, to which he returned a smile.

“Yes! So, as we discussed, we—Hell’s Fire Records—are responsible for your traveling expenses,” she explained with an easy grin. “The best way to do that, we figured, was to get you your own transportation. And because you two already live together, we figured we could do two birds with one stone and get you guys an RV.”

Steve and Robin stared at the other two in shocked silence, mouths open.

Steve was the first to recover, “You- that’s not- we can’t just accept an entire RV,” he breathed, shaking his head.

Eddie tilted his head with a small grin, “It’s part of the contract you signed.” he explained, “both of you did.” he added with a nod towards Robin.

Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he'd only had Robin give it a once over. She had said everything looked fine. He supposed, this was probably ‘fine’ in her opinion.

“When it said ‘all travel and accommodations expenses paid’, I expected like, gas reimbursement, or paying for hotel rooms,” Steve exclaimed in distress, “not, fuckin’, an entire RV?”

“Oh, that’s also included,” Chrissy cheerfully explained, as if this was normal and not at all insane. Steve let out a noise that was definitely embarrassing for him to have made, but he couldn’t hold it in.

Eddie’s face softened at the sound, “Steve, we want you guys to be comfortable on the road, and you need space to teach Elodie in.”

Robin seemed to snap out of the reverie she had fallen into just then, “I mean,” she started hesitantly, turning to Steve, “they’re not wrong.”

“What?” Steve asked, turning to her in shock.

“I did see something like this in the contract,” she admitted sheepishly, “I just didn’t think that it would be an RV they bought for us. But it makes sense, because you can use part of the RV for a little classroom.”

Steve brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. He took a deep breath, and tried to calm his racing heart.

“Okay. Alright, fine. I guess,” he huffed, still not exactly happy with the information.

“Great!” Chrissy exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She turned towards the building and signaled to someone, which led to someone immediately appearing by their group.

“Ah, Mr. Harrington and Ms. Buckley, lovely to meet you,” the man said, smiling warmly. “My name is Winston Graves, but you may call me Winston. Ms. Cunningham told us a little about what we’re looking for and I chose three RVs for us to view today..”

Then the man was off, leading the group towards the center of the lot. Steve followed reluctantly and listened intently at the description of each of the RVs that Winston had chosen.

One had a bed on top of the drivers seat and a small bedroom at the back of the RV, with a living and a kitchen space between them, as well as a tiny bathroom between the kitchen and the back bedroom.

The second just had two twin beds in the same room at the back of the RV, and the last one was similar in layout, just a bit bigger in size.

Steve was torn between choosing one of the cheaper options—the last two described—or choosing the option that was better for what he needed to do while traveling, but was more expensive. He and Robin discussed it quietly, just out of ear shot of both Chrissy and Eddie.

“It’s more money, Robs,” he seethed quietly.

“You need enough room for a mini classroom,” Robin hissed back with a frown. “Besides, either way, we don’t owe them anything out of this. They’re buying it for us. It’s basically already paid for.”

Steve crossed his arms with a scowl. “You know I hate taking handouts,” he muttered, pressing his lips together in a thin line.

His family was rich, but even before he had been disowned because of his secondary gender, his family was weird about money. They often would buy him something and then expect something in return. For his sixteenth birthday, his biological father had bought him a car. Then, after, lorded it over him to be taken away if he didn’t do exactly what they wanted.

Not that Steve had been able to keep the car after his presentation. He hadn’t. His father had it towed and then probably sold it after.

To say he didn’t enjoy when people bought things for him was an understatement. He felt he had to prove himself to earn it.

“It’s literally part of the contract. Legally, they have to buy this for us,” Robin reminded gently, trying to control her scent to soothe Steve easier.

Steve’s nostrils flared as he scented her and he let out a sigh, “Fine. I think we should choose the first one.” he grumpily admitted.

Robin grinned, “Was that so hard?” she teased with no heat, leading them back to the others to share their decision.

“I’m glad you chose that one,” Eddie said, giving Steve a significant look, as if he knew exactly how their conversation had gone.

Steve smiled tensely and shrugged helplessly. “I needed to chose what would be best for Elodie,” he claimed. It was true, but that didn’t mean he had to like the decision.

“Alrighty!” Winston said enthusiastically, probably because he was about to make good commission, which Steve couldn’t fault the man for. He couldn’t tell what his designation was, likely due to some business mandated scent blockers, but Steve guessed he was either a beta or an alpha, based on how he held himself. Everyone was led into the building, and while Steve and Robin had to sign papers, Chrissy and Eddie were taking care of the payment. Steve felt a bit sick looking at the amount of money that was being spent and tried to remind himself that it was for Elodie.

Once they were done, Steve and Robin waited for the other two to finish doing the payment. The look on the employees face was pure joy, and while Steve wasn’t sure if he got more commission when someone paid in full, he was sure that it definitely didn’t hurt.

“At least we can bring more stuff now,” Robin said quietly beside him. Steve tore his gaze away from the others and looked at her.

“That’s true,” he hummed, tapping his fingers restlessly against the opposite bicep. “We’ll probably be able to drive it to our apartment so packing is easier.”

“Oh! I didn’t even think about that. Does that mean I get to drive?” Robin asked excitedly. While Steve was the primary driver—when they did drive—Robin had her license.

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’, rolling his eyes afterwards.

“Fuck yeah,” Robin cheered quietly.

“Alright, here are the two sets of keys,” Eddie said, holding his hands out to each of them. Steve startled and gripped his chest with a gasp.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, relaxing as he reached out and grabbed the keys, “you startled me.”

“Just ‘Eddie’, actually,” the alpha teased with a wry grin. Steve’s cheeks turned pink, and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Ha ha,” he said sarcastically with a huff.

The four of them walked out of the dealership together. Someone must have pulled the RV around front while they had filled out the paperwork and paid, as it was parked next to the cars. Steve let himself be a little excited about the prospect of having an RV—it was one of his dream vehicles, even as a pup. He dreamt of having a family he traveled with. His heart sank, but he shook off the feeling, refusing to feel worse about getting the RV than he already felt.

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Yes.

Part 11 (and final part) of the Goodnight Moon series.

Our happy ending is finally here! A little angst to add flavor but it’s also fluffy and happy!

Read on AO3.

Part 10

Masterlist.

What if you did the wrong thing?

You lie in your shared bed in the Elfsong Tavern, the night after finally defeating the elder brain. He’s beside you, meditating, but you haven’t been able to sleep. The night is peacefully quiet. You can only hear his breathing, soft and peaceful, and yours, which is beginning to speed up.

In that moment it felt like the right thing to do. It had always felt like the right thing to do. You couldn’t abide him ending more lives - seven thousand at that - only for a him to very likely lose himself.

For you to lose the man you love, you remind yourself. Selfish.

You had mostly felt assured in your actions that day, until this morning, when he ran from the group as the sun began to burn him. You had to take a moment before finding him - Karlach was dying, and you had to make sure she was alright before finding your partner. He had been alright, hidden in the shadow of crates stacked high. You had held him tight as you told him of what happened to Karlach, and it was him that comforted you, even as he seemed to need it more.

You had been able to cover him with your cloak, moving fast and slipping from shadow to shadow, until you made it to your room. You had promised him that you would try to find a cure together - and you would - but now those thoughts plague you. Had he ascended, this would not be a problem at all. Maybe he would have preferred whatever version of himself that came out at the other end of it. Maybe it was cruel of you to ask him not to turn.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to calm down. When that didn’t work, you finally get up and leave the room, heading downstairs. You find Gale and Shadowheart on a table and quickly join them. If they know you’re troubled they don’t show it - instead they talk about the final battle and their plans afterwards.

Gale extends an invitation to Waterdeep to both of you. He assures you that he will make sure to accommodate Astarion. You wince at the mention of his name, and Gale gives your hand a squeeze.

“Gale, will you at least look into something that will let him walk in the sun?”

“Of course. It shouldn’t be too difficult; I have heard of artifacts that do precisely that.”

At that, the tension leaves your shoulders somewhat. You spend a few hours talking.

You head back to your room and open the door quietly. He’s sitting on the bed, head in his hands, and his face whips up to meet yours at the sound of your footsteps. His eyes look wet, and you immediately rush over, wrapping him in your arms.

“Hey. What’s wrong? Nightmare?” You run your hands down his back, trying to soothe the shaking.

“I woke up and you were gone. Just- not there,” he says, and you realize he had assumed the worst. The trembling had lessened, but not that much. You gently coax him to lie down with you. You rest your head on his chest, arms around his waist.

“I was with Gale and Shadowheart. He’s invited us to Waterdeep, and he’ll also be looking for options to help you walk in the sun.” At that last statement your voice cracks a little, that thought creeping into your mind again.

Astarion was quiet for a moment, letting his breathing even out. “I thought…” he couldn’t finish the thought.

“No. I could never. I promised. We’d be together.” Your hands find his and tangle your fingers together.

He squeezes. “I know. But after you’ve seen me today, seen how hard it is, maybe you changed your mind.”

You bite down the rising wave of nausea. If I hadn’t stopped him, he wouldn’t have this problem. Your heart races in response. “Astarion. I will never leave you,” you say as evenly as you can.

He can hear your pulse pick up, and it makes him worry. Were you lying? He sighs and moves to tilt your chin to look at him. He’s nothing but open and vulnerable, fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

“Then what are you not telling me, darling?” He looks at you, terrified, waiting for the axe to come down on him.

You wince. It’s harder to communicate now, with the tadpoles gone. Conversations that could be bypassed with sharing thoughts now needed to be had. You take one sharp breath, steeling yourself. “I’m not lying, about staying with you. I had trouble falling asleep. I was thinking… maybe I should have let you do the rite.”

He flinches at the last words. “I told you, dear. This feels more like me. And I’m not happy about the choices I was given either, but it was this or… or lose myself.” He tenses, his muscles under you tightening. “Is this you regretting it because I’m now a burden?”

“No, no!” You look almost offended. “But had I let you ascend, maybe you would be happier. Maybe you’d eventually make peace or even prefer that person you would become.”

“But would you?” He asks, voice low.

You pause and shake your head. “That’s the thing. It was selfish of me to put my feelings into consideration. I could have just not said anything - you would have ascended. And if that wasn’t what I wanted, then that’s my problem. It shouldn’t have affected your decision.”

He scans your face and finds no deceit there. He moves closer to you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. It’s loving and gentle, but you can also feel his desperation through it.

“Trust me, darling,” he says after pulling away, “I would rather have this. I would rather have you. In a way that isn’t tainted or warped or corrupted. Just. This.”

His lips travel down to the hollow of your throat as he says those words, and a shiver runs down your body.

He then straightens up, cupping your face in his hands. He’s nervous, but in a soft, hopeful way, just like that night in the graveyard when he first told you he loved you.

“I love you,” he says again, smiling as you lean into his touch and nod, indicating your reciprocation. “And I do not know if vampires are allowed to get married, but I would like to spend the rest of my existence with you.”

You blink in surprise, then your eyes water. Was this a proposal?

“I know you’re tired of all the adventuring and we already have ‘making me walk in the sunlight’ on it - but I’m sure we can add ‘make you immortal’ to our list of things to do, hm?” He adds, smirking a bit. He knows it’s selfish, but when has he ever been not? He wants you by his side, for eternity.

You huff out a laugh. “I didn’t even get to answer your first question!”

“Oh, I just assumed it was a very resounding yes,” he says cheekily, and you smack his shoulder playfully.

“Okay. Yes. Yes!” You say loudly, and he grabs you and holds you tight, pressing gentle kisses everywhere he can reach.

Soon enough his lips find yours again, and it doesn’t take long for him to breathlessly ask if you wanted more, nothing but happiness in his heart and mischief in his eyes.

“Yes,” you say in between kisses.

Yes. Yes to everything.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 2 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Sister Michael

She drives a DeLorean. She does judo on Fridays. She likes a good statue and despises the French. Her full nun name is Sister George Michael, after the guy from Wham!. She is the fiercest nun you’ll ever come across and, if you’re attending Lady Immaculate College, she’s the woman in charge. So whatever you do, if you’re feeling anxious or worried or just need a chat: don’t come crying to her.

joined the nunnery for the free accommodation?

she does love a good statue it has to be said

She is the headmistress of a catholic school <3

Galahad

OKAY SO . “Galahad (played by Jonny d'Ville): a travelling preacher/religious zealot who is told to sit in the Siege Seat by Merlin, and discovers the fact that Fort Galfridian is falling into the star Avalon. He sparks the quest for the GRAIL, and willingly goes to his death to overcome its final defences.” DUDE SAT IN THE CHAIR THAT IS KNOWN FOR KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE HIS CRUSH [MERLIN] [AKA HANGED MAN] [AKA DRUMBOT BRIAN] TOLD HIM TO . SORRY I THINK THATS REALLY FUNNY. he found out the whole shitshow of a spacestation he lived on was gonna fall into the sun and he went around yelling about it incomprehensibly and got fucking gunned down trying to get the GRAIL and just kept going through the gunfire because of how Religious [tm] he was . he died . in once and future king it just “galahad’s blind faith” . also hellfire goes really hard . he is the definition of going insane with the knowledge of the universe . also jonny dville played him thats bonus points

There was a prophet. The prophet gave three separate people three separate instructions. 1. Stop being racist 2. Love your son 3. Sit in the Chair That Makes People Insane Galahad received number three. He was the only one who followed the instructions. He sat in the Chair That Makes People Insane, saw the sun for the first time, and immediately starts preaching about how everyone will burn in hellfire

i dont know anything about this guy i just wanna help make Kai happy please dont like not count my submission just because i dont know anythinf except for the Kills You Chair im trying my best im sorry 😭

his themesong is called hellfire and it slaps btw go listen to it. anyways he is my blorbo blingus he is Deeply unwell i could fix him but also whatever is wrong with him is incredibly fascinating to watch. a robot dude who’s been hanging from the gallows since forever told him ‘hey go sit in the Chair That Kills People Who Sit In It’ and he was like 'I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY ENTIRE LIFE’. the getting-his-brain-fried thing definitely made him worse but he was also clearly kind of fucked up before that. his death is probably one of my favorite scenes in any mechs album. maybe just straight up my favorite. ahem. SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT FAITH, BUT IT CAN HAVE POWERFUL EFFECTS ON THOSE THAT HAVE IT. IT CAN KEEP YOU FROM FALTERING AS THE BULLETS START TO SLAM INTO YOU. IT CAN KEEP YOU WALKING AS YOU LEGS ARE SHOT TO BLOODY STUMPS. IT CAN KEEP YOU LAUGHING AS YOUR LUNGS ARE FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL AND LEAD. IT CAN KEEP YOU SMILING AS HALF YOUR FACE IS BLOWN AWAY. IT CAN KEEP A MAN LIKE GALAHAD STANDING TALL UNTIL THE GUNS. CLICKED. DRY. anyways go listen to high noon over camelot <3

my friends my people my… flock I HAVE HAD A VISION!! A VAST FIERY ORB FLOATIN IN AN ENDLESS VOID!! and there so small so feagile US!!! BUT FALLIN FALLIN FALLIN INTO THE FLAMES!!! your soul is connected to the world youre in youre draggin it down with the weight of your sin surrounded by temptation and y'just give in we’re fallin into the flames OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HEEEEELLLLLLFIIIRE YOUR BROW BECOMES SLICK AS YOU PERSPIRE YOU THINK YOURE THIRSTY NOW WAIT TIL IT GETS DRIER AND YA FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SICK AND SINFUL LIES WILL BUILD A FUNERAL PYRE YOUR PERVERSION SCARS THE STATION SON ITS GONAN FRY HER AND WE ALLLLLL FALL INTO THE FLAMES… oh i have SEEN DAMNATION MY BROTHERS!! ive FELT its searing heat within my VERY BONES !!!!!!! but there is a way me be saved… “OH TELL US FATHER GALAHAD, TELL US” I HEAR YOU CRY “IS IT PIETY IS IT PURITY IS IT VIRTUE?” NO!!! ONLY WAY TO SAVE US NOW IS THE HOLY GRAIL ITSELF… HAHAHAHAHHAAAA…. WELL THAT ORB OF DAMNATION MAKES THE SUN SEEM PALE YOURE QUITE CORRECT TO QUIVER YOU ARE RIGHT TO QUAIL THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE US IS TO FIND THAT GRAIL OR WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SKIN STARTS TO SIZZLE AS YOU EXPIRE YOU CLAIM TO BE VIRTUOUS BUT YOURE A LIAR !!!!! AND YOU FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES … i said HEEEELLLLFIIIIRE HEEEEEEEELLLLFIRE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLFIIIIIREEE HEEEEEEELLLLLLFIIIIIIRE OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE AT THE HEART OF THAT INFERNO THAT WILL NEVER TIRE IVE SEE THE END IS NIGH AND DAMNATIONS NIGHER OH WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES

Ok i know this is kind of a shot in the dark because hes so obscure but i need to speak my truth. Hes so insane. The narrator calls him a “holy roller.” He has a vision which is meant to tell him that the place they live is LITERALLY going to get burnt to a crisp because its slowly falling into the sun. But hes like Oh my god i just had a vision of hell i need to save everyone from eternal damnation. And he happily gets killed and turned into a pile of slop because he believes its what he was “chosen to do” he quite literally dies for his religion. Hes also quite funny. I like him. Thank you

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

hey I'm not sure how asking works because it's the second time I do it and so sorry. My request would be an mc with like strict or toxic parents where they don't like to be hugged and stuff because their parents would demand hugsand get mad when not getting them and I'd like to see how the brothers react, if they respect their boundaries and stuff. I'm trans ftm but I'd wrather it being written in gender neutral so anyone who identifies with the situation can be comfortable enough

No need to apologise! I'll do my best for ya, Anon!

You'd vocalised your boundaries to Mammon first, you spent the most time with him so it was only natural, and he became your advocate.

Anyone who came close to threatening those boundaries, any time you looked even remotely uncomfortable, he was there, pushing people away, telling them to ask before laying their mits all over his human.

Of course, his brothers catch on quick.

It was Asmodeus who worried you the most at first. The Avatar of lust was rather...free with his physical affections, but he's also extremely empathetic, and the second he felt you freeze up in a panic response when he hugged you, he pulled away and started asking what he'd done wrong.

He's painfully patient, kind and supports whatever it is you want to do. If you want to explore any kind of physical contact with him, he waits for your que, say the word, and he's backing off and reverting to face masks and painting your nails.

The twins want nothing but to see you happy and comfortable. They push their beds together for movie nights so that you can have your own space. A nest, as you call it, blankets, pillows, Beel's shirt, Belphie's favourite plushy, things that smell like them.

They are still demons after all, it's their instinct to make it known that you're theirs.

Lucifer has no issue accommodating your boundaries, not because he doesn't want to hold you, but because he values time spend with you so much that he doesn't see the lack of physical affection as anything major at all.

You two sit in his office together, doing work or listening to music, just...existing in each other's presence.

Say the word, and he'll make sure any member of your family who's done you wrong never lays eyes on you ever again.

Say that word to Satan, and the Avatar of Wrath may get himself banned from the Human world for a good long while.

Satan is furious in your name, but that rage has never once overflowed to you and your boundaries. He encourages you to set them, introduces you to experts in mental health and recommends books on the subject. More than anything, he reminds you that you are not alone.

He himself sometimes struggles to just...accept affection, not for the same reasons, but he understands better than most.

Leviathan didn't know what to do with himself at first. I mean, it's not as if he was bold enough to just lay hands on you without permission, and he can't imagine why anyone would ever force that upon you.

He became quietly protective. Between he and Mammon no unwanted demon could ever get within arm's reach of you. No one touches his Henry without their say so. The Otaku prince even stood up to Barbatos once when the butler unwittingly crossed a line!

Levi almost combusted doing it-but he did it for you so it's fine!

The road to healing is different for everyone, but within the House of Lamentation, with the company of those brothers, your personal boundaries are law, pacts or no pacts.

[luveline]

Hi there! I saw requests were open for shy!reader and I was hoping that you’d be up to maybe write something about rockstar!remus and his shy reader? Maybe their first kiss? Or first time waking up beside each other? If not, that’s okay! I’ll devour anything you write! Thank you!

i changed it a little bit to waking up after their first time together, i hope that’s okay! 18+ please for suggestion of smut and one line of dialogue <3 shy!fem!reader | 1k words

It takes a few moments for you to realise where you are once you wake. Those moments… you don’t think there’s a word in the English language that can describe it. Blissed contentment, a bone-deep feeling of safety and a warmth you’ve never felt.

Remus’ chest is bare under your head. He holds the hand you’ve brought to his heart tightly despite his sleeping state, his other hand wrapped around your back, fingers spread over your bare shoulder blade.

I’m naked, you think. Then you remember everything.

You lift your head from his chest and try to take your hand back. Remus moans in his sleep and won’t let you, his face wrinkling with dissatisfaction. There’s still eyeliner smudged under his left eye. You sigh, alarmed at the ache between your legs and the dull pinching coursing up the length of your spine. Sleeping draped over him the way you had been can’t have been a good idea, but you wouldn’t have done it any differently.

His eyelashes twitch.

You sit up. You need to pee badly. You should’ve before you slept but everything had been a haze. He’d been smiling at you like you were something special — something more than special, like you were a wonder — and all you’d wanted was to be with him, on top of him, whatever. Close.

It feels the same now. You need to use the bathroom but he looks so pretty. Just as pretty as he had last night, but different. The way he’d been, how gentle and patient and sweet he’d been, it furthers the fall.

But god, the way you’d been. The sounds he’d managed to carve from you. What had he said? He’d been as close to you as he could be with his face a half inch above yours and his hand had caressed the length of your arm, and you could barely breathe, and he’d said, “Fuck, look at you. Taking me so well, dove, so fucking pretty.”

He’s called you pretty before, a hundred times, every time as heart-achingly sincere as the first, but you don’t reckon you'll forget the way he’d said it last night any time soon.

Your face is aflame with heat. Embarrassment has warmth flushing your entire body like a wave. You let it sweep you up, falling back into Remus’ chest with a huge smile on your face.

The movement rouses him. He clears his throat and groans like he’s in pain. You turn onto your stomach to peer up at him worriedly, but the creasing of his eyes slowly fades and his mouth returns to an absent smile. Then, a flicker of confusion, his hands grabbing at your skin, his big palms climbing up the length of your back before crossing tightly around you.

“Hey,” you say.

His smile is achingly bright as his bleary eyes open. “Hey,” he says, as if on automatic. He meets your eyes and his smile somehow grows. “Hey,” he says again. “Y/N. Dovey,” he can’t seem to make up his mind on anything, his words stilted but not without affection. “Hey, baby.”

You laugh under your breath and drop your face back into his skin, breathing him in. “Hey baby,” you echo.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a murmur, pulling you up higher until your face is propped on the pillow beside his. He leans back to accommodate you.

“I’m perfect,” you whisper.

His fingers curl around the back of your shoulder. “That’s true.”

You shake your head and avert your gaze, dizzy pleasure welling up, desperate to escape you in a happy sigh.

“That’s a nice sound,” he whispers.

He steals back one of his hands to bring it to your face and push against your hairline, more rough than he usually is but certainly not cruel. He pauses with his thumb skirting your eyebrow. This close you can see every colour of his irises, honey gold with flecks of amber towards the edge, darker nearest his pupils.

“I'm so happy,” you say suddenly.

It’s not the kind of thing you’d usually say aloud, especially so close, especially after everything you did last night, but he needs to know.

“Yeah?” he asks, obviously surprised and extremely pleased by your uncharacteristic forthcoming attitude. “How happy?”

“So happy. I’ve never felt this happy before.”

There, his rockstar smile, that smug smirk that you adore, though you’d never tell him that. You bring your index finger to his mouth and trace his top lip with your fingertip, bumping over the Cupid’s bow. “Me neither.” His talking disrupts your tracing, your fingers falling to his soft cheek.

The room is cool enough to give you goosebumps. Remus pulls the sheets all the way up to your chin and dedicates himself to warming you up, hands roving your skin indiscriminately, giving his attention to any inch he can reach, and all the while he’s looking at your face.

You hug your arms around him. “I love you,” you tell him.

You’ve never ever said it first. Remus doles ‘love you’s’ out whenever he wants to, and it’s not because you don’t love him back in those instances, just that it feels raw to say.

“As I love you,” he says. His grin tapers the words, softens them, his voice thick as dark honey.

Again, Remus proves that just because you're scared to do something doesn’t mean it won’t end up exactly how it should. You tuck yourself into the juncture of his neck and kiss the entire column of his throat, every inch of skin, every beauty mark until he’s laughing and telling you to stop.

“My turn,” he says, pushing your face gently into the pillow, his lips aligning over your neck. You can understand why he asked you to stop. After the twentieth kiss you're blissed by his affection and ticklish, as if his lips were made of downy feather.

He slows. The kisses come fewer and far between, but never any less sweet.

[softdoctorreid]

quick change | reid x reader

summary: spencer needs new clothes and you're more than happy to assist. a quick lil fic inspired by this post from @entrop-y!

• post-prison reid, gn!reader

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Inspired by this post from @entrop-y!

Things had been so busy at the BAU that you hardly had time for anything to take up space in your brain other than cases and profiles. Not even your favorite distraction - your boyfriend, of course - had been able to steal your attention. But after a long case in Arizona, you were back on the ground at Quantico, finishing up some less-than-exciting paperwork, and your mind was finally beginning to… wander. As were your eyes. Staring at Spencer’s broad shoulders as he leaned over the desk across from you in the bull-pen. His hair fell so perfectly around his face, his tongue swiping over his lips as he focused on the files laid out before him. The more you stared though, the more you couldn’t help but notice the way he couldn’t sit still, constantly fidgeting in his chair. Shifting occasionally, tugging at his shirt or pulling on the sleeves of his jacket.

When he got up from his desk, you waited a few seconds before following him into the kitchenette where he was refilling his coffee cup.

“Hey, Spence, everything okay?” you asked. “You seem a little - I don’t know, uncomfortable.”

He sighed, leaning back against the counter. “I’m fine. It’s just…”

“Just what?” You stepped closer to him, reaching out to hold his hand. It was an unconscious instinct to offer him your touch as a form of reassurance, trying to help with whatever had him so nervous.

Spencer glanced over your shoulder, making sure you were alone in the kitchenette. “It’s my clothes,” he admitted. “They just feel weird.”

“You mean they’re too tight?” The buttons on his cardigans had been struggling lately, shirts clinging far too tight to his body. You guessed it was a combination of age and the stress of his time in prison that had changed his body in the last year, softening all the places where he used to be scrawny. He’d taken to wearing his pants lower on his hips to accommodate the little tummy he’d developed, but you still thought it couldn’t be comfortable the way his belt and revolver dug into his waist.

“I guess it’s getting pretty noticeable, huh?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Only because I like noticing,” you teased. “I mean, you’ve filled out in all the right places, Spence. I can’t help but stare. But as much as I like how much of your body these tight clothes show off, it’s no good if you’re not comfortable in them.”

“Yeah. I keep telling myself I should buy something new but I haven’t had time. I don’t know, part of me doesn’t want to admit that I have to size up?”

“I know you don’t like change. But maybe this could be an opportunity to find new things you like.” Your eyes lit up. “And I could come with you! Please? It’s been the longest week at work and watching my beautiful boyfriend model nice suits sounds like the perfect treat. Plus, you can get some clothes that actually fit you better.” You worked your face into the pout you knew he just couldn’t resist.

And that’s how you ended up sitting outside a dressing room at the store, waiting for him to try something on. You happily watched as he paraded before you in suit jackets and sweaters of various colors and sizes, giving in to your pleading each time you asked him to spin around or pose for you. You brought him new suggestions and sizes, showering him with compliments in each outfit and making sure he felt comfortable in front of you. 

“Oh, that one is stunning on you.” “I swear it is unfair how handsome you look in that cardigan.” “Spencer, that suit is absolutely sinful. You have to get it.”

You could see his confidence growing, as he stopped shrinking in on himself with each thing he tried on, relaxing at the praise you heaped on him. 

“I like this one,” he said, standing before you in a maroon suit. “But the sizing is off. It’s definitely too snug.”

“I agree, that color was made for you. Let me go grab you a couple different sizes and see if that fits better,” you offered. It wasn’t hard to find the set on the rack, snagging the next two sizes up of the jacket and pants. Just as you were about to knock on the dressing room door, you got a better idea. You tried the handle and sure enough, he’d left it unlocked, allowing you to slip into the room. Spencer turned around wearing just his boxers and a sweater, and you raised a finger to your lips, shushing him before he could startle. 

“I need a VIP seat to this fashion show,” you said. He raised his eyebrows, shaking his head at you, but you could tell from the smile he wasn’t able to suppress that he was just as pleased with your new idea as you were. Spencer shrugged out of the sweater and you fought the urge to reach out and grab his ass - you were determined to be a good VIP seat-holder, at least for now. The show was certainly worth it, watching him do up a pair of the suit trousers and meticulously button a shirt. God he looked so good putting on a suit jacket. 

“This blazer feels better,” he said, stretching his arms out. Spencer reached down to button it, neatly fastening the jacket without it tugging or gaping over his belly. He smiled, seemingly satisfied. “The pants are a little baggy though.”

“Try these, they’re a size down.” You couldn’t help but giggle at him trying not to fall over in the small changing room as he hopped out of the pants and into the next pair you handed him. “Now give me a little twirl,” you commanded.

Though he rolled his eyes, he complied, spinning around for you. “I think these are better but they’re tighter around the waistband,” he frowned. “If I eat a big meal, they might not be comfortable. Maybe I should get the ones that are too loose?”

“You could,” you said, eyes trailing over him. The maroon trousers hugged his backside so perfectly. “But this pair makes your butt look so good, and it’d be a shame to waste that. What if you got this pair and had them tailor the waist out a bit?”

“Oh. I didn’t know that was an option.”

“For a genius, you can be pretty clueless sometimes,” you laughed. You stood up and ran your hand over the buttons of his crisp white shirt. As much as you loved how little his tighter outfits left to your imagination, there was something so irresistible in the way he seemed much more relaxed in clothes that were more comfortable. “But that’s what you have me here for. What do you think? Or do you want to get the other pair?”

Spencer’s hands snaked around your waist. “Mm, I think I’ll stick with these. I wouldn’t want to deprive you of the view.”

You fought to keep your laugh quiet. “I know Morgan says your pretty face is your best asset, but that’s only because he doesn’t spend enough time looking at your ass.”

“Morgan’s not a VIP,” he said, leaning close and brushing his lips over yours in a butterfly-light kiss. 

“Worth every penny.” You undid the button of his jacket, helping yourself to squeeze at his hips. “I’m really gonna need a private show later, babe, because you’re just too handsome. All of you, Spence, all of you is so beautiful. Want to see all of you. Touch of all you,” you added, hands dropping lower. “And more.”

He gulped, those pants evidently feeling a little bit tighter now. “I, uh, I should get changed then.”

“Oh, do I get a striptease?”

Spencer just smirked. Without a word, he slipped off his blazer, carefully setting it aside on the dressing room hook before unbuttoning his shirt unbearably slow. His eyes never left yours, staring with such intensity in his dark eyes that it made you shiver. You waited with baited breath as he stripped out of the shirt, letting you take in every glorious inch of his body before he undid the fly of his trousers, knuckles tracing the path of the happy trail down his belly. This time he didn’t hop, slowly stepping out of the pants. His confidence wasn’t the only thing that had grown, his half-hard cock visibly tented his boxers.

You bit your first, letting your desire out in a slow exhale before forcing yourself to stand and occupy your hands with grabbing the items he wanted from the hook on the wall. As much as you wanted him now, you didn’t trust yourself to be quiet and weren’t about to get in trouble for jumping his bones in a public dressing room.

“I’ll take the stuff you want and check out,” you said, kissing his cheek. “You just put your clothes back on so we can hurry up and get home and I can take them all off of you again.”

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tell me what you think here!

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

[gemini-sensei]

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Already Pregnant!Reader pt. 2

Fem!Reader ○ fluffy cuteness ○ part one

CW: light bullying but it's just Kyler so 😒

So it became official. Hawk asked Reader out on a date and that was all it took for them to be absolutely smitten with each other. It wasn't an extravagant date, but it never had to be. All that mattered was that they were unapologetically happy with each other and by the end of that week, everyone knew it.

Of course there were some people who had something to say about it, especially when the rest of the school found out she was pregnant with another person's baby, but Hawk never paid them any mind. Giving them attention would just be giving them lip service and that was the last thing he wanted. It was the last thing Reader needed, which was why the big sweaters were used to begin with. She didn't want to start gossip at her new school, she just wanted to finish school. That only got more difficult when she outgrew them, but Hawk had a solution before she even had to ask "what now?"

His hoodies weren't much bigger than her sweaters, but they were just as cozy. They also didn't actually hide her belly, but accentuated it. Her curves filled in the piece nicely and her bump was on display, rounding out the front of his hoodies beautifully. She was worried about it at first, but his scent wrapped around her eased her mind and she happily snuggled into the warmth. There were still some concerns in the back of her mind, but it turned out that she didn't have to worry about them at all, because when people saw her wearing Hawk's clothes, people knew better than say anything to or about her.

Most people anyway.

Kyler, the ass that he always was, had something to say of course.

When she and Hawk were walking by, Kyler was talking to his friends with a smug tone of voice. "Yeah, man, I know I would never go for a girl already knocked up by some other guy. Ya know, 'cause her body isn't... what's the word? Fresh anymore."

His friends laughed and it rang in Reader's ears like an alarm. She tensed up and Hawk felt it, pulling her close and kissing her head. He whispered an assurance in her ear before turning.

His eyes locked on Kyler and he spoke evenly. "I guess that's why you're still an immature brat and I'm a man."

A few ooh's rang out around them, some from Kyler's own "friends." He looked pissed and ready to square up, but Hawk didn't back down. He just pulled his arm from around Reader and clenched his fists, ready for whatever pathetic punch Kyler was going to throw. He didn't even have to put his fists up for Kyler to back down, which was a smart move on his part.

With a smirk, Hawk turned and took his girlfriend's hand, then led them away from the group and would be crowd of spectators. In retrospect, he's glad a fight didn't happen because it would have just put attention on Reader and that was the last thing she wanted, and it was the last he wanted for her and the baby.

Hawk doesn't care that the baby isn't technically his. As far as he's concerned, the baby's his. He's the one there for Reader, taking care of her, joining her at appointments. He couldn't help but think about it in the sense of it being his baby. For some time, he kept that idea to himself because he didn't want to make Reader think she had to accommodate him into her life like that, especially if she didn't want him like that.

However, that wasn't the case. She fell for him quite hard, even more so after they started dating and he showed such tender affection to her belly. The baby would kick and she'd wince as they seemed to have a dance party in her belly. He'd come close and rub her taut and rounded out middle, calming their movements to easy kicks and wiggling around. He spoke softly with a smile on his face.

"Hey, take it ease in there. Your mama does so much for you and you repay her by kicking her in the kidney? Come kick me instead."

There was no escaping how those moments made her feel. She marveled at them, smiled as she watched him. It made her heart warm and flutter; he's made her feel like the only girl in the world. She loved that he not only cared about her, but her baby too. She couldn't have asked him of that, especially since they're so young, but he had no problem with it at all. He made sure to tell her that if she ever felt discouraged or like she was somehow holding him back; he told her how this was his choice, and how loving her meant loving the baby too.

He put his hand on her belly as they kissed, rubbing it gently. He put all her worries to rest and when he pulled away, he smiled at her. "I'd be honored if the baby ends up calling me daddy."

[restlessmaknae]

comfort [kang daniel]

kang daniel with a university/college student!au + “you are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now”.

➳ Characters: uni student!Kang Daniel x uni student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, uni au, comforting, friends to lovers (implied)

➳ Words: 1.3k

➳ Warning: mentions of reader having a period, argument with friend

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tranquilpetrichor for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️This story is partly inspired by real-life events, so thank you for the request, at least I could channel my frustration into this story haha.

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ Taglist: @dat-town

You had the crappiest weekend ever.

You had been supposed to see one of your favourite singers on Sunday, you had made all the arrangements (booked the hotel, booked the train, told everyone about it and managed to drag your best friend with you, turning the Saturday night concert into a girly weekend with some sightseeing in a city that you hadn't been to a lot of times) only to have been told last minute that the singer had fallen ill, and the concert had to be cancelled. You had been shattered, but decided to go along with it.

However, on Sunday, the café you had put on the plan had been closed for technical reasons, the museum had not met your expectations, and besides, the weather had been horrendous. It had been raining all day with stormy winds, and your best friend huffed all the time that she hadn't enjoyed the weather and you should have known that this weekend was cursed from the start. To which, you couldn't have helped but retort that if she hadn't wanted to come, she should have just told you, you could have been fine, but neither the cancellation of the concert, nor the weather had been your fault. You had taken it upon yourself to arrange the travel and the accommodation in return for her coming with you, you had looked up sights that she would probably enjoy, and she had always said that whatever was fine with her, you could decide.

Yet, after the news of the cancellation, she had started turning everything against you which you hadn't enjoyed, to say the least. You had probably been angrier and more disappointed that it had all gone downhill after all the preparations, but she had just complained and complained. You had ended Sunday with an argument that had led you two to go back to the uni dorms almost in complete silence. Two hours worth of a train ride had never seemed so long, and if it had not been enough, your period had arrived on Sunday night, so you hadn't even slept well.

No wonder the 8am lecture on Monday didn't seem that appealing, but you didn't want to slack off and let the crappy weekend affect your studies, so you still decided to go. With one hand on your stomach (as if it could ease your cramps) and the other flipping through your notebook, you were praying that today's lecture would go by quickly.

You were so lost in thought that you almost didn't notice someone sitting down beside you, and if it had not been for Daniel's familiar deep voice reaching your ears, you would have probably not even looked up.

"Hey! How are you?" The boy inquired genuinely as he plopped down beside you, fishing his books and notebooks out of his bag. You were glad that he didn't look your way while doing so because you needed the time to pull yourself together.

"Hey!" You replied after a few seconds of silence, your voice coming out quite feebly. You cleared your throat before continuing though. "Not bad. And you?" You forced the words out, hoping that he didn't take note of the weariness in your voice. It was rather difficult to fake being happy, so you tried your best to numb your pain instead.

However, Kang Daniel was a psychology major for a reason. He was excellent at reading people's moods, and he was even better at comforting people. You had this one lecture together - Business Psychology, an elective for you as a Business major and an elective for him as a Psychology major -, but even during the time before these lectures and during short exercises the prof gave you, you could get to know just how kind and compassionate he was. One thing you had realised quite early on was that he was rather soft-spoken despite his deep, raspy voice (and on a side note, he had the most adorable eye-smile and dimples combo). He had definitely surprised you with his maturity and gentleness, you hadn't expected it from him when he had sat beside you during the first lecture in his all black outfit.

During the past two months, you had become acquainted with each other, and had even met up a few times outside of lectures - both purposefully and both by accident -, and you would say you had become quite the friends. Maybe even more than friends, but neither of you wanted to force anything, so you were getting to know each other slowly.

Yet, exactly the thing that you liked about him the most (his attentiveness) was why you felt a bit uncomfortable now under the searching gaze of his, in the crossroads of his worried eyes.

"You sure? Is everything alright?"

In vain it would be if you tried to deny it, so you let out an aghast sigh as you shook your head.

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, but if you want to, I'm listening," he offered as gently as one could once he stopped packing his stuff, and now, he put his elbow on top of his books, his jaw resting on the top of his hand.

You didn't even know where to begin, but you started somewhere and the rest followed. You realised that once you started talking about it, it came easier to share even those concerns that you hadn't voiced out before (like as the fear of losing your best friend over something like this), and Daniel listened, asking a few guiding questions to fill the plot holes of your stories. It was actually quite deliberating talking about all of the things that had bugged you lately. Usually, you vented to your best friend, but with her still not having replied to your latest message and with her being a part of why you were upset in the first place, you couldn't do so.

"Do you want me to leave you be and not force you to talk? Or do you want me to talk about my weekend?" He offered the options before he tilted his head and added a third one. "Or maybe do you want to see new pics of my cats to cheer you up?"

Hearing his question, your lips immediately curled upwards, and your voice softened a bit when you spoke up.

"The cat pics sound the most appealing right now."

"Alright, here you go," Daniel announced with a dimpled smile as he took a hold of his phone and started going through his phone's gallery. He showed the latest pics and videos of his cats back home sleeping, playing with their toys, chasing after each other and bothering his mother while she was trying to watch a movie. You found yourself smiling and giggling at what he showed you, and when he reached the end of his new photos, he looked up at you and merely stared at you, an expectant smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

"Thank you for these. You are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now," you admitted honestly, and earned a more shy version of his previous smile. He didn't even have time to comment on it though because the professor walked in, but it was enough how he comforted you with his words, with his silence and with his presence. He was a great person, and you were glad to have him in your life.

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[ivanzplaid]

Hey so it’s dysphoria hours rn and I’m hating it. A lot of the dysphoria is for the dumbest things but whatever. Can I get some head cannons for Billy Lenz, The Grabber (obviously), Candyman, Otis Driftwood and Lawrence Gordon (if it’s not too much) helping a trans masc reader with dysphoria? Thank you as always ❤️

-📼

hi!! im so sorry about that, and of course i can, i know how awful things can be so id be happy to do that for you🫶 i hope things start to get better, but in the mean time im here for you cassette anon <3

requests are open, masterlist is up :)

Slashers x Dysphoric Transmasc Reader

Warnings: Possessive Behaviors, Fluff, Mentions of Murder

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The Grabber

when he sees you sulking around, not as much energy as before, and hiding yourself even when hes not there, he becomes immediately concerned, rushing to you and sitting down with you to see whats wrong and how he can make it better

as we know, hes a great listener, hes interactive and shows you hes listening, nodding his head and letting out a few words while you think through what to say

he will want to hold you in some way or another, maybe your shoulder or having you in his arms, but if you arent feeling that he will back off with a slightly surprised "oh" from under his breath

is more than happy to sit down with you and talk, he wants to learn more about you and how he can love you better, he just wants you to love him back so he would do whatever he needs

after you tell him, he wants to be as accommodating as he could be, may come off a little corny but it shows hes supportive

he gladly gives you his sweaters and cardigans if you want extra layers, and will have you exchange your ( most likely dirty ) shirt for his, he knows not to overstep his boundaries if youre dysphoric, so he'll let you upstairs to his room and let you be while you pick out something that will leave you most comfortable

he praises you a lot, says whatever he thinks will leave you feeling the best, telling you youre his 'good boy' or his gorgeous boyfriend, he wants you to feel affirmed and loved, but of course he puts 'my' infront of most affirmations, he likes to show possessiveness even in comfort

this gives him more reasons to be around you, the more he comforts you the more his ego is boosted, he loved to be your source of self fulfillment, but its his nature afterall

makes meals that hold more testosterone in them, he wont tell you, but its his little secret that he holds

will establish compliments even more into your relationship, he tries to be subtle about it thr best he possibly could be

if you didnt have a binder on you, or didnt have one in general, hes more than compliant to be on the lookout for some, or take a trip to acquire one, it wont be the highest quality due to it being the 70s, but it will work

im so sure this man has weights he never uses, they most likely have dust on them, so if youre the type of person who likes to work out and feels better after doing it, theyre all yours, hes happy to join you

overall 9.9/10, he just wants you happy and loved in your shared home, he may have taken you but he makes sure that you feel cared for in his own albert way🫶

"Do you- do you have any sweaters i could use, I just need another layer."

"Of course I do, my closet is your closet love!"

//

Billy Lenz

billy is special, he truly doesnt mind that youre trans, he saw you as a guy when he first laid eyes on you, so when you tell him youre trans he needs it simplified, and after that he goes on with life, you arent leaving him & you arent injured, so he loves you all the same

he picks up on how you act quickly, he memorizes your personality like its his own, his way of showing affection almost

when he sees a change in your usual attitude and behavior, hes curious & he cant hide it, he may be smothering in his attempts to see whats wrong, being in your presence a lot or in your face, of course with a concerned tone to him

"Billy notice Piggy's upset, why!"

what a caring man

maybe overbearing, but he wants to know whats up so he can care for you, solve and try to ease whatever youre feeling

when you do tell him, or explain what and how dysphoria is affecting you, hes going to be on high alert for a few moments, as far as he knows youre hurting because of something you cant control and hes nervous

will hop into your arms and most likely knock you over onto his mattress to secure you in his arms

he has the instincts to comfort you so he will do just that

will cradle you and talk to you in a rambled hushed voice, saying what seems like nonsense at 60 mph

once you assure him that you arent in immediate danger he will lighten up, but he sticks around you entirely, comforting you in a hushed voice and asking repeatedly if youre ok

when he kills his victims he raids their closet for you, seeing if there may be anything youd wear to make you feel more comfortable

billy will constantly refer to you as handsome and cute, leaving kisses on your face to remind you he loves you

when you sit and talk to him about it he is antsy, twitching a bit but trying to contain his natural energetic self to fully get what youre saying, he will ask you if he can make you feel better or what he can do for you, he is ready to be at your service to aid you

nurse billy my love

overall 8/10, billy is caring, maybe a but overboard but it shows how much love he has for you and how far hes willing to go, hes grateful for you so he wants you to know it <3

"Billy got this for Piggy, does Piggy like it?"

//

Candyman

given his past, he doesnt discriminate and is a curious man, hes willing to learn about you, for you

hes always been for this, but offers to turn you immortal, he believes it could solve most problems because after youre immortal, your image is what you want it to be, spending time with your boyfriend in a perfect image that reflects you, he sees the beauty of eternity

of course the offer stands open for your convenience and his eternal love for you, but besides that, he is a compassionate and blessed listener

he may initiate this conversation, he can sense that youre distressed, he has the ability to have a healthy relationship, its one of his qualities, he wants to talk it out and be reasonable and hear what is making you feel that way

once you describe it to him hes understanding, he embraces you for a hug, assuring you that he gets what you said snd he realizes the feelings

is the most supportive man in a healthy way, he calls you his dear boyfriend and is very protective of your image, not being afraid to slice somebody or send bees their way if they say anything out of line

he makes it known that youre his boyfriend, you arent anything short of that, he affirms that you know this

torturing somebody in your name because they said something negative about you is all game, he doesnt hold back

he wraps you in his coat and stays in bed with you if you need comfort, holding you close to him as you let it out

does go out of his way to search for things that may help, foods, clothing, etc.

he wants you to feel comfortable when youre with him, and he will accommodate to whatever he sees fit

if you even talk about clothes youd been wanting, its yours, its for the greater food afterall, and its not like he would have to pay for it

overall 11/10, a lovely comforter and relationship guy, he knows how to please you, but still wants to hear from you, believes that both voices should be heard if something happens, and he absolutely adores you, so of course he would do everything for you

"Immortal life can fulfill one's needs in a snap, I can deliver a power you didn't know you were craving, in the name of us."

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"A divine figure as yourself shouldn't be taken aback by unwanted feelings, I feel sorrow that you do."

//

Otis Driftwood

i love that you picked him as well i have to mention, so perfect

you may not know it at first, but he studies you quite a bit, analyzing you & seeing what youre about, so he suspects somethings wrong when you arent yourself

of course youd told him your trans before, and as we know the firefly household holds no room for bigoted ideals, so youre just as loved as anyone else, no need to worry for that

as stated before, otis has a keen eye, especially for his love, so when youre sitting in bed most days or not using your voice, hes concerned, he wants to know whats taken the light away from his sunshine

"Listen darlin', anything you wanna say? You're acting like somebody gutted ya,"

odd way of confronting you but he needs to know whats making you so down, it makes him itchy and irrational when his boyfriend is acting abnormal

he may feel guilty, like he should know what youre thinking and feeling, so a conversation is needed on both ends

explaining to him could take two minutes or two hours, all depends on how in depth it becomes

will ask you what he could do to help, he makes mental notes that he may or may not forget, he listens to you but he may seem distracted as thoughts are moving through his mind rapidly

he does what you ask of him, itll be spaced out since he may be busy, but he would happily set aside his work for you

one thing he may request is that you be in his work, a painting or sculpture depicting you or something he thinks of when he thinks of you, they can be abstract or direct, but he frames you in the light you wished to be put it

is a very firm & possessive lover, if 'company' is over and they slip up or make a move, he has nothing holding him back from strangling them then and there, he lets it be known that rude behavior or snarky comments at you are off limits, hes not afraid to enforce it

will think you look amazing in his clothes, may even give you them to wear in the first place because he admires the way you look in them

can be soft for you when needed, if you need a shoulder to cry on, hes in the privacy of you two's room in seconds to assist, and if you need affirmations, hes got a hundred for you now and a hundred for you later

overall 9.9/10, we know and love otis here, his boyfriend meter may be interesting but he lets it be known youre his boyfriend and that only, doesnt take kindly to anything else & if youre doubting yourself, he calls bullshit, complimenting you immediately

"Well fuck, why don't you put my clothes on more often? You're smokin'!"

//

Lawrence Gordon

another reason i love this man, hes a doctor🫶

he knew previously you were trans, coming out to him mayve been scary, but he loves you all the same, and has a decent amount of information hes learned about trans people from med school, he doesnt care, hes glad you were comfortable enough to tell him

hes a busy man, so the time you two share he submerges himself in, but when you begin to act out of character & seem confined to yourself, he does question if its dysphoria, but wants to hear what you have to say

as soon as you tell him its your dysphoria hes understanding, having you explain in detail how youre feeling and its like experiencing it, a primary source telling him how it is may help him comfort you better

he holds you in his lap, massaging your shoulders as you talk it out, sharing the moment

lightly puts his head on your shoulder if youd prefer silence over verbal comfort, he knows that you know what you want best, and if its silence or talking, no contact or physical affection, he listens and respects you, youre his precious, his prestigious grace that hes blessed with

while hes out and sees a stuffed animal or item that he think would help he gets it, to have you as his is a gracious thing, he wants you to know it as well

doctor alert again, and since i believe hes a great cook, he makes foods that will help boost your testosterone while still making it delicious

he follows whatever you say will help, if you need more layers hes searching through his closet to determine what youd look best in, if you want to hear affirming words youve went to the right man, he has a way of depicting you as ravishing as possible, he truly worships your figure and is not afraid to tell you every little thing he loves about you in a 'matter of fact' tone

money is never a problem, see a binder youd like snd its yours, a packer for extra comfort? its bring delivered

from his house in saw 2004 & the fact hes a doctor, i assume he lives comfortably, savings is jacked up and so is his extra spending money, so after he emotionally comforts you, he questions if youve ever thought of hrt or too surgery, it wouldn't be hurting his pocket to make your life easier to live by

overall 10/10, his best is just amazing and i couldnt possibly tell you how much more i love this man, hes so perfect and i want to just hold him forever smh

"Don't you look charming tonight, huh handsome?"

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i got to this a bit later but ty for sending in another request, i love hearing from you and i hope your dysphoria starts to ease up, i know it sucks :(

requests are open, masterlist is up!

[berriusagi]

SCP- 1221 "Ghost" 1

The halls of the facility were dark and barren with only guards posted at the most dangerous of the creatures contained on site. Amongst them a Euclid class creature was held up in his room, the accommodations simple. A single bed, a desk in the corner, and a small shelf of books to keep him entertained. He didn’t mind as he was used to being alone and knew how to keep himself entertained for the most part.

He sat on the floor back against the wall beside the door to his room just staring up at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused. He was bored, had been for the past hour, the scientist and doctors hadn’t cleared any new reading material and you can only read the same story so many times before you start reciting it from memory just to see if you can. It turns out you can if you’ve read that book ten times or so.

He was close to starting to count the number of tiles on the ceiling when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. They were steady, whoever was walking the halls late at night was confident in where they were going. As he listened to the steps grow closer and closer they began to slow until they came to a stop directly outside his door.

“Hey Ghostie,” a man with a Scottish accent said, the sound of him settling onto the floor on the other side of the door filled the silence of the hall, “Oof my knees aren’t what they used to be.” he chuckled leaning back against the wall beside his door, “So how was your day of testing? I heard they were seeing how your uh… tentacles worked?” he asked, his tone changing on the word tentacles as if he was unsure if that was the proper word to use.

Ghost didn’t reply but felt a small smile pull at his lips as he listened to the Scot ramble on about everything and nothing at the same time. It had been a few months since he was found by the SCP Foundation and he turned himself in. It took only a week for him to start getting his late-night visitor, unprompted and he never needed to speak, the other man was happy to chatter away on his own. He was thankful for a sense of companionship, it helped him from going completely crazy while locked away in the dark all alone at night.

Ghost let the Scot’s rambling fill his head as he relaxed back, closing his eyes and feeling the mist-like tendrils that now always surround him settle and create a comfortable blanket over his body. As he began to drift off at ease with the now familiar sound of a Scottish accent he couldn’t help but think that he was glad it was the Scot to find him all those months ago.

~.~.~.~

Simon was holding himself up in an abandoned cabin in the middle of not even God knew where. He had been stumbling around for the better part of a year since he managed to escape his previous holding. He didn’t know what that Roba guy had done to him but he did know that whatever it was he didn’t want to risk hurting civilians the way he had massacred Roba and his entire facility.

Without an idea of what to do he wandered, kept moving and always stayed off any path that would lead him towards civilization. He’s become a type of cryptid or something from the number of times he’s seen random hikers or backpackers in the corner of his eye just staring at him. He knows at least one or two have gotten photos of him so he doesn’t doubt he’s probably found his way on some type of forum.

It’s only a matter of time before people start looking for him, it doesn’t take the internet long to latch onto the latest cryptid and start searching for them. Simon just hopes that by the time they take an active interest in finding him, he’ll be well out of the area and no one will be able to find him. Simon kept clinging to that hope as he looked over the old paper maps he managed to swipe from a campsite during one of his treks through a dense forest. He knows it was a dick move but really he doesn’t care whoever that hiker was that left their map unattended probably had at least one person who would go looking for them.

Simon didn’t have anyone and so he kept moving and didn’t look back. No one would look for him and if he had it his way no one would even know he exists so he can’t cause harm to anyone. He sighed leaning his head back and reaching up rubbing his eyes trying to ease the sting of staring at something for hours with barely a blink. He blew out a soft huff of air as he started folding up the map and shoved it into his pocket. It was getting too dark to read it anyways and he needed to rest his eyes if he was going to be able to head out in the early morning anyways.

Simon couldn’t say for how long he was asleep when he heard the sound of feet crunching through the underbrush of the forest outside. He knew it was still the middle of the night too early for him to be awake just yet and even earlier for anyone not on the run to be awake and moving. He held his breath as he slowly leaned up to look out the broken and cloudy window of the cabin he was hiding in even with his eyes accustomed to the dark he had trouble picking out the source of the sound.

For a moment he almost thought it was maybe a bear or even a stray deer but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something worse. It might have been some of Roba’s lackeys he didn’t know about. He held his breath as he tried to find the source of the noise and when he couldn’t hear anything his pulse only quickened, his heart thudding painfully in his chest as the mist-like tendrils he had gotten used to began to wrap around him like a second skin to protect him.

A silent forest is never a good sign.

~.~.~.~

Ghost was startled awake when the door to his room was opened, a small group of soldiers stepping in with guns at the ready protecting the white-coated scientist as he entered. Ghost never bothered to learn the names of any of the soldiers or scientists that would come and go. Never felt the need to build a relationship with any of them since he knew he could be terminated at any moment.

“Ah good morning Ghost,” the doctor smiled though it didn’t seem to reach his eyes, “So glad to see you awake now come along we have some testing to do,” he said waving him along as the soldiers ushered him out of his room and down to the testing area.

Ghost followed with minimal issue keeping his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets as he walked down the hall, the guards following him on either side with their guns at the ready for if he tried to do anything. Ghost didn’t have any plans to cause trouble, he never wanted to hurt anyone he just wanted to stop being hurt. He did only as much as he needed to protect himself, now at least.

“Now, Ghost, go ahead and enter the room and we’ll begin running our tests.” the scientist smiled as the guard closest to the door opened it as the others shoved him forward.

Ghost didn’t struggle and walked into the room looking around at the solid white walls as the door was closed and locked tightly behind him. He didn’t know what kind of testing they were doing, they never told him anything about the tests he was doing. They never caused any harm but this time felt different, they were more… hostile in getting him for this test. 

As he turned to look at the door to maybe find out what they were planning he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the series of remote ballistics aimed at him.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked his voice rough and strained from misuse.

“We need to see just how durable you are, Ghost.” the scientist's cheerful voice filtered through the speakers, “You’ll be fine don’t worry they’re not rounds designed to kill,” he said.

Ghost's eyes widened as one of the guns readjusted and fired at him.

~.~.~.~

Simon moved through the forest as quietly as he could trying not to draw any attention towards him. A silent forest is a bad sign, you don’t travel through remote areas as often as he did without learning that. He didn’t know what was out in the woods but he knew it wasn’t good and he needed to move and fast.

Moving quickly and quietly he traveled as much ground as he could moving closer to the sound of life, Towards the distant sound of owls and the buzzing of bugs towards where the forest sounded like it was alive. His tendrils kept close to his skin wriggling and at the ready to protect him. He kept his stance low and his head on a swivel so he wouldn’t get blindsided by anything.

As he neared the edge of a clearing he paused noticing a group of heavily armed men all standing around a creature sedated and locked in a large cage. He kept low and watched from behind a tree as the men all worked to load the creature up into a large armored van. Once it was locked away safely the men started joking, appearing more at ease now that whatever they had been sent out to find was secured.

“Soap!” a man shouted from across the clearing, “wrap it up we need to head back to the base and get this thing in containment.”

One of the armed men, Soap, turned and threw his hand up giving him a thumbs up, “Aye got it, Captain!” he nodded his thick Scottish accent carrying across the clearing. “We’ll get this little thing back and safely out of reach of the masses soon enough.” he laughed.

Simon’s eyes widened when he heard Soap mention that they would be locked away from the public wherever it is they captured. He moved silently trying to get closer to see if he could figure out just who these people were. As he neared one of the large armored vans he could see a large emblem on the side and the letters SCP Foundation.

“Who’s there?” the captain from before shouted, Simon froze his eyes slowly moving to look down the barrel of the gun trained on him. He slowly raised his arms keeping his hands visible.

“Get out here where I can see you,” he ordered the other armed men all turning and training their weapons on him.

Simon nodded slowly, getting to his feet and walking out keeping his hands visible. As he got closer the men all kept their weapons trained on him. His eyes slowly traveled across the group of men pausing just for a moment at the man he noticed earlier.

“What are you doing out here son?” The captain said his eyes tracking the misty wisps of darkness floating off Simon's head.

Simon eyed the group and chose to keep his eyes trained on the captain while he spoke, “What do you people do? What are you going to do with that creature?” he asked.

“What does it matter to you?” one of the soldiers spat, keeping his gun trained on Simon’s head.

“Shut up!” the captain snapped at the soldier, keeping his attention focused on Simon, “Why do you want to know that son?” he asked, keeping his voice level.

Simon’s eyes darted from each soldier for a moment before settling on the captain again, “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” he said

“Was that a threat?” the soldier growled.

“I said shut up!” the captain shouted glaring at the soldier, “What do you mean?” he asked, gentling his tone as he looked back at Simon.

Simon sighed, eyeing the soldier as he lowered his hands pressing his wrists together and presenting them to the captain. He kept his mouth quiet and just watched him waiting for them to do something.

The one soldier named Soap raised an eyebrow confused, “what in the bloody hell?” he muttered looking over at his Captain, “he’s just turning himself in?” he asked.

The Captain sighed, glancing around at his men, “Cuff him we’ll take him back to the facility.” he said, “Do NOT hurt him.” he said glaring at his soldiers before waving for Soap to follow him to their van.

Simon let out a soft sigh of relief as he was ushered towards one of the armored vans by the soldiers.

~.~.~.~

Ghost groaned curled up on his bed, his body aching and sore from the rounds they shot at him. It was late in the evening again, everyone either had long gone to sleep or had already stationed themselves in front of their assigned cells. Ghost closed his eyes trying to force himself asleep hoping that the pain would lessen by morning but knowing all too well that it’ll only worsen with time.

He lay in bed for what felt like hours hoping to find sleep when he heard the sound of footsteps nearing his room. He relaxed a little as he listened to Soap settle outside his door, the sound of his nightly ramblings beginning to fill the silence. Ghost felt himself ease into a light sleep enjoying the accented man’s words as the misty tendrils blanketed his form.

Outside his room, Soap was smiling as he just talked to talk, he knew Ghost wasn’t really listening and was probably asleep. He never really spoke to him, keeping his thoughts locked away for no one to know. He had heard of the testing they did and wanted to try and ease Ghost’s pain in any way he could. If that meant being a distraction then so be it. Soap knew this place wasn’t always the best, some scientists were closer to sadists than men of intellect.

Soap leaned back against the door tapping his fingers on his thighs as he talked until he eventually ran out of things to say. The hour was late and he knew he was cutting it close to the next rotation of guards so got to his feet, “Hope you're sleeping well Ghostie.” he said gently patting the door before making his way down the hall.

~.~.~.~

Ghost stared down at one of the few books he had trying to occupy his mind and keep himself busy. He wasn’t needed for any testing, which thank fucking God, and so he needed something to not go stir crazy. As he tried to force himself to read he picked up on some talking outside his room. It was unusual for guards to come down his wing since he was there voluntarily and didn’t need any kind of security.

Getting to his feet he walked over to the door listening as the pair made their way down the hall talking to each other.

“Did you hear about that one Scottish guy?” one said, his voice carrying a weird accent that was hard to place.

“You mean the one that’s in deep shit for tampering with the cameras?” The other said his accent sounded vaguely American.

Ghost’s eyes widened as he listened, the misty tendrils around him beginning to create a thick black miasma that began to pour off him, shrouding him in darkness.

“Yeah, that one.” The first one said, “Yeah turns out he was already on thin ice for something else and this was like the final straw they demoted him.”

“No shit really? What’d they do to him?”

“Dude,” he said, his tone carrying the air of him rolling his eyes, “You know what they do when they demote a soldier. He went into the D-Class pool. I heard they were going to use him for a test with SCP-682 so you know he’s going to die.”

Ghost felt his heart stutter in his chest, the miasma spreading creating a large swirling portal at his feet. He didn’t even try to fight it as his body sank into the dark pool of shadows.

Across the facility, Soap sighed as he was guided down the hall toward what was going to be his final resting place. In the stomach of an unkillable lizard, or more likely torn to shreds and left to rot in pieces. There wasn’t much he could do even if he tried to run they would just hunt him down and make what was left of his life even closer to hell.

‘I lived a good life,’ Soap thought as they grew closer to his demise, ‘I think at least,’

As he took another step he felt his foot sink into something soft, confused he looked down his eyes widening at the large black pool of shadows below him. As he was shoved forward by the guards to keep walking he stumbled, slipping through the shadows, his body feeling weightless before he landed in someone's arms.

Soap blinked looking up at who caught him, his eyes widening as he saw the skull-masked face of Ghost smiling down at him.

“Hello Johnny,” he said, his voice rough and soft. Ghost readjusted his hold on Soap holding him close to his chest as the black shadows surrounded them plunging them into darkness.

“What’s going on?” Soap asked his head whipping around as he tried to see where the shadows were taking them.

“I’m getting us out of here.” Ghost said as the shadows started to clear, revealing a clearing in some forest in the middle of nowhere, “I couldn’t let them kill you.”

“You gave yourself over willingly, why are you running away?” Soap asked, looking up at him confused about why he saved him.

“I didn’t care if their tests kept hurting me, I just didn’t want to hurt others, but they were going to kill you, Johnny.” Ghost said, setting Soap on his feet and reaching for the cuffs binding his hands, “I couldn’t have you dying. You’re what made it bearable to be there.”

Soap blushed watching as the misty tendrils surrounding Ghost’s hands weaved into the cuffs, wriggling around before they clicked open and dropped to the forest floor, “So if we’re on the run what do we do now?” he asked looking up at Ghost as he rubbed his wrists.

“We’ll figure it out for now, let's get moving.” Ghost said, ushering Soap along into the forest.

Soap nodded following him, keeping in step beside him as they started their hike through the trees. He was able to walk in silence for a few short moments before he started clicking his tongue and snapping his fingers feeling antsy at the lack of noise, “So,” he said drawing out the word, “You broke out because you like me?”

Ghost chuckled shaking his head as he looked down at Soap his eyes crinkling at the corners from his smile, “Yeah Johnny,” he said leaning down so their faces were mere centimeters apart from each other, “I did this all because I like you,” he said gently pressing his face into the crook of Soap’s neck holding him close for a moment before pulling away, “we can talk more when we find somewhere to settle for the night.”

Soap blinked his blush starting to spread down his neck as he nodded, “Uh yeah okay” he coughed following Ghost as he started walking again, “Oh wait since you’re not at the facility anymore what should I call you?”

Ghost hummed as he looked down at Soap for a moment before looking forward again, “Name used to be Simon.” he said.

Soap smiled wide, stepping closer to gently bump against Ghost’s side, “Simon huh?” he said, “I like it, I think I’ll call ya Si since you insist on calling me Johnny.” he chuckled.

Ghost shook his head smiling softly as he reached over slinging an arm around Soap’s shoulders, “Yeah that's fine I guess.”

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Nymphaea Thermarum 04

Teaching The Important Things:

“Okay, now tighten the knot.” Fredrick said as he was watching the miniscule hands and what they were doing intently.

Lily carefully tightened the line, thin cord but a line that can well support her weight and then some. She sat up and looked at the propped up phone set beside her that had the reference pictures, “I… think I got it. It makes more sense seeing the pictures dad.”

“Good,” the man smiled, proud as he shifted in his seat to reach for his coffee mug on the table. “Want to test your knots baby girl?” 

“Yes!” Lily brightened up as the small girl perked up. She found the line, and started to loop it up to be neat and once her adopted, giant father had settled again. She measured a good distance of six inches in the line starting where it was connected to herself. The girl lifted the spot once her dad's attention was back on her fully. “This should be a safe distance right?”

Fredrick checked the distance and picked up the line. Twisting some more on the other side through his fingers, “Looks good, ready?”

Lily wiggled exactly and nodded, “Yes!”

The man grinned as he planted his left elbow and lifted his bitty daughter up slowly until she was off her feet. Pausing so only two inches were under her and his right hand hovered near but not so much to interfere. “Don't forget to sit back, let the harness hold you Lily, don't hang from it to cinch it around your middle.”

The tiny girl concentrated, but got in the position she needed to be. All at once a lot of things they had talked about and watched on the phone made sense. She swayed for a few moments before shifting her lower legs and started to swing back and forth. Testing the feel and movement before making a face.

“Can you put me down dad?”

“What did you notice?” Fredrick asked, carefully lowering Lily back to the table top. Smiling a little as she leaned back onto the knuckles of his other hand as she adjusted the harness. 

“It feels looser and…slippery? Like my leg could slide out.” Lily said as she finished, getting up and testing movement before looking back and up at her giant father. “Okay, we can try again!”

Fredrick lifted the line again, and watched intently as Lily started her testing. She was notably a lot more confident as she swung again. Then unprompted started to climb the line up to his hand. Fredrick grinned, “hey, you remembered what we talked about. Good leg work baby girl.”

“Thanks!” Lily gasped once she was up on the back of the massive hand. Her dad had kept his hand steady and though he did not shift to accommodate, he did not hinder, letting her sort out her balance and mechanics herself for the most part.

It was one of the things Lily was learning she loved about her giant adopted dad. He was more than happy to help teach Lily survival skills, mechanics, electronics on top of everything else like reading, writing and math. Even if Lily was not nearly big enough to use some of this, but also just… whatever she wanted to learn there was no hesitation. 

Even repealing like in the video of her dad doing it in training. Or if she was not up to something at all. Lily grinned and held up her arms to the human, “dad!”

“What baby girl?” 

“I want a hug.”

Fredrick rolled his eyes playfully, not sure what thoughts his little daughter had in her head for those expression changes.  His other hand came up and pulled the girl up by the line, getting a startled yelp as he brought Lily over. It was just a moment of seemingly being unstable before he hunched. Holding Lily in his hand and press on his cheek to her small self. 

The man smiled at the laughing and small smack against his cheek before Lily pressed her head against him. Shamelessly in this random want for a cuddle. “You're such a brat.”

“No I'm not,” Lily said confidently, standing up with her hands on Frederick’s cheek and looking up at the big brown eye half lidded. Recognizing the happy expression. “But now I'm ready to learn about repelling!”

“Okay you're a dork not a brat,” Frederick said with a fod smile, but helped Lily down so they could make sure her line was untangled and wrapped back up, then picked her up with his own confidence of experience now.

“Where are we going?” Lily asked, as they left the table and then to the living room.

“Over by the couch, I made something for you last night.” Frederick said as he set Lily in the low coffee table before pulling something off the couch to set up near her. 

“Is that sand paper?” Lily gasped, making her her line was over a shoulder and out of the way as she looked at the odd things as they were set down before being assembled. She touched the poster board, recognizing that, as it worked pretty good for making models with her adopted mom. There were carefully pinned course sandpaper on the board in a line.

“Yep, I thought it would be good for you for traction as you first start.” The man nodded, taking that part once Lily was clear, and attached it at an angle that seemed about what starters should be on. Frederick just had to adjust it for Lily's size. 

As he did so Lily ran around the structure he made, the top end had to be a good two feet high! It was made with wood and seemed like it could adjust? It was at the highest settings? 

“You remember what we went over with anchor points?” Her dad's voice drew Lily's attention away from the excitement building.

“Yeah! I mean yes. Uuh we haven't made anything yet for me to use yet.” Lily started and then stood up, focusing on the reminder of safety.

“We will, I have an idea for now though,” Frederick reassured, “Part of the reason I want you to practice here with me instead of jumping off the kitchen counter.”

Lily grinned, through had the good sense to seem a bit sheepish. She still shamelessly tried that now and then, but not nearly as much as she used to do! And she waited for her parent's attention first now. She started to try and sort how to climb up as her dad pushed a thick scarf around the bottom of the practice ramp. Squeak g as she was carefully picked up and lifted to the top.

“Don't worry about climbing up for now, you're going to be tired enough with repealing today.” The man reassured before going over the checklist of safety points they had learned and gone over that morning. 

Lily was excited, yes, but very proud that she could answer everything. The first several times of actual practice were…awkward to say the least. She was very grateful that her dad had quick reflexes. She was determined to get the hang of this before her mom got off work. 

They only really stopped for a quick snack and used the facilities, then off to try again. Lily was tired when she was finally able to get down, back up and down again all by herself. Her arms her, her back hurt and it was a relief to sprawled in the massive, but warm hands after getting the harness off. Then some needed rest against her dad's chest.

Lily dosed without realizing it as she was listening to the deep heartbeat under her. Not really aware of when Frederick got up. The man still had a proud and fond look as he carried Lily to the kitchen, finding the spot she liked to be in where she could watch normally. It was a warmer area of the kitchen and… and…

Frederick sighed, having a fond smile as he gently rubbed his thumb against Lily's side. “Why do you have to be so small, baby girl? you're going to melt my heart.”

The tiny girl just curled up to be comfortable in her hammock-like spot. The motion had Lily pressing her forehead against the side of the pad of his thumb. Frederick fell in love all over again, and though he had to hold chest as his heart turned to mush, the man's legs thankfully stayed solid. For his tiny daughter, his wife, their home, just…

This was so worth the deployment times. Or coming back from them in reality.

[randoimago]

hey , i'm new to your blog but i made sure to read thru ur rules so i hope this request is ok , just in case a cw for talking abt illness , can i please request phoenix wright and simon blackquill (separate) comforting the reader bc they just got told a health issue they have been dealing with ever since childhood is actually chronic ? (it's not mortal but its also meaning she can do stuff to keep it under control but there is no deffinite cure so it will never fully go away) thanks for your attention and have a nice day / night and remember to drink water

Comforting an S/O With a Chronic Health Condition

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character(s): Phoenix Wright, Simon Blackquill

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I'll be sure to tag the cw!! And I hope you have a nice day / night too! Do your best to take care of yourself ❤️

Phoenix Wright

He knew about your health condition causing you lots of issues. You've spoken to him about this in the past and how it's been a nuisance since your childhood. And now you came back from your doctor's appointment and shared that this isn't just some illness, but something that you'll have for life.

Phoenix does his best to help with accommodations as he did before you learned this new information. He tells you to not stress too much about things and that he never needs an explanation if you have to cancel a date or anything. Just know that he's by your side and nothing will change that.

If you'd like, he'd be happy to attend any doctor's appointment from now on if you want the support. Even if he just waits outside, he's fine with it. Just know that while it is heartbreaking to know that there isn't a cure, he will always be there for you so you'll never be alone.

Simon Blackquill

Will make your doctor's do every test possible when you learn the news that your condition is chronic. Even if the tests can't cure you, there has to be something that will help give an idea of what you both can do to lessen your condition.

Do not hesitate to ask him for anything. He knows that you might feel some stubbornness about wanting to act like everything is normal, and he'll treat you as such if you wish, but know that if you ever do want his help or need something of him then he will do whatever he can for you.

When he was stuck in prison, there had been a few support groups made for different situations. Perhaps, if you wish, you could find support groups to help you emotionally and mentally. He would never force anything on you, but he'd be more than willing to help you look into it.