#if u have comfort prompts literally send them in

[paingoes]

kinda conflicted cause there’s clearly more interest in rubies but crash out is the one i was really excited to write and i have it all mapped out 😭 i love delta hes my baby but its so much harder for me to write fluff/comfort

[hiiikiko]

IF THATS THE CASE … would u write ellie x hikikomori reader

𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕩 𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ellie w. x reader | tlou m.list

[a/n] AHHHH I LOVE THIS PROMPT SM !! (speakin as a former hikikomori <now forced to work a 9-5>) also im doin this heavily based off me bc my room is literally like the ones in the pics lolz n there’s not many other known moris that aren’t minors n i dont feel comfy roping them in 0__0 idk if this is good bc it was so hard to come up with anything lolz

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ as a hikikomori, you rarely ever left your apartment, too anxious to face the chaotic world outside but on this particular day, you were craving some strawberry shortcake from a nearby bakery; so you put on a brave face and stepped outside for the first time in awhile

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ on the way to the bakery, you passed a comic shop and decided to take a peak because it seemed to be empty, and the only worker looked too engrossed in their comic

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the comic shop was very neat! they even had the exact comic you were looking for so you snatched it up and made your way to the register

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ as soon as you placed the comic on the counter, green eyes peaked over a spiderman comic which a very pretty auburnette was reading, your face was covered in a blush as she began to scan the book and make small talk, but unfortunately you were too shy to talk

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ for days after, she would pop into your mind, the way she looked at you over the comic made you smile

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so, you made plans to come again the next day.. then the day after that.. then day after that.. then-

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ soon, you and ellie became aquatinted, she even knew your favourite series but you had yet to know anything about her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ finally, one day you had the courage to ask her what her favourite series was, ellie leaned over the counter, a smirk on her face as she said “Ah, i’m a bit busy right now but.. why don’t i tell you later, hm?” your soul left your body when you saw she had written her number on a sticky note tucked into your comic (little did you know that she had written that weeks ago and finally worked up the courage to give it to the pretty girl with immaculate taste in comics)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ soon, you and ellie were chatting everyday

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you even got her into manga lol

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ even though you weren’t keen on sending photos, ellie would constantly send videos/photos of her at school, or work, out hiking, gym pics, and more (she also sends you haul videos of what she bought at the comic store and would tell you that she saved a comic for you)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BUT when you did work up the courage to send pics (usually leaving out full body pics or face pics) she would go completely crazy and bombard you with compliments, making you kick your feet and blush

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you decide to invite ellie over to play a game, you clean up because now you finally have motivation, ellie looks almost out of place in your room that’s filled with pink things and little figurines, she doesn’t mind it, as a matter of fact she thinks it’s cute and she loves how many comfortable things you have, your whole room is like one big pillow

⋆. 𐙚 ˚the two of you have a great time, ellie ends up spending the night which you don’t mind, it’s been awhile since you’ve had company

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the next morning, you wake up and can’t find ellie anywhere but when you walk into the kitchen you see a little box with a note on it that reads ‘had to go to work, picked up a cake for you <3’

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there’s no official start to your relationship, instead ellie ends up staying over days at a time, buying you comics and games, taking you out on dates, so the two of you had somehow became a ‘thing’

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ellie even has a highlight full of pics of you (only if you’re comfy with it) and of your dates

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when you finally open up to her about how you struggle with going outside and being around other people, she’ll try her best to understand

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ after you tell her, she’ll still plan outside dates but will also make sure the two of you have at home dates, mainly playing video games and watching movies

⋆. 𐙚 ˚she’ll also listen to whatever you’re struggling with

⋆. 𐙚 ˚she’ll accommodate you but she will NOT coddle you because she wants you to get better and treating you like a child won’t help, somedays she’ll drag you outside to go on a little walk or take you over to her place instead

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she does get frustrated at times because she wants to show you off and take you out but it’s so fuckin frustratin how often you say no, during these times she’ll sometimes lash out or go for a walk but then apologize as soon as she gets back and try her best to communicate what’s going on

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this does prompt you to try harder so when ellie does take you out, she’ll check up on you every couple of minutes just to make sure she’s not making you feel bad

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she’ll encourage you to get a better sleep schedule and a healthier diet, even going as far to come over and cook for you or bring leftovers from whatever joel made

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she’s very nervous to touch you, her hands practically hovering over you because she’s not sure if this is okay (even if you’re practically throwing yourself at her, she’ll still be nervous and awkward about it)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when she does realize you’re not a porcelain doll, she can’t get enough of you, she’s been so nervous to touch you for so long that when she realizes that she can, she goes feral, her hands roaming all over your body

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she punches your stuffed animals when you’re not in the room

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ if ellie’s in a band, she’ll invite you to gigs and at first you’re scared and frequently decline but when you finally do show up, ellie puts on the best show she ever has just to impress you ♡

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ overall, she loves that your geek matches hers and she wants you to get better, so she’d try her best to help in whatever way she can

[cosmal]

cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!

tasm!peter x reader who’s insecure about their stretch marks or hip dips or being flat chested!!! literally any or all of those. he’d be the most comforting ever I’m swooning. (this is not self indulgent at all btw)

spiderwebs

summary peter makes you feel better about your stretch marks.

content tasm!peterparker x fem!reader, reader has body image issues

note mal i love you for this shut up. also I love u.

Peter is kissing you. He's been kissing you for the past ten minutes and you feel like your entire body is on fire.

He hovers above you but still keeps his weight pushed into your torso until you feel breathless with it. Where his elbow is firm up against your side, and his hand at your throat with his thumb in your pulse point.

You feel like you could melt right into the mattress every time he sucks on your bottom lip or when he pulls away to look at you. He blinks hard and says, "Shit," under his breath like he's amazed. You feel quite alike.

He sneaks down the bed, pushing the heavy quilt down until it slides off to the floor. He looks up at you where you're panting, head turned to the side and pushed into your pillow. A smile that Peter thinks is quite unravelling. He starts to push your shirt up, over the bump of your belly and holds it below your bralette.

He starts to kiss along your stomach and you freeze. He peppers tiny wet smacks over the skin you really wish he wouldn't. Weeks of doing your best of keeping your top on around him and hiding yourself from your boyfriend unravel and you shouldn't be this terrified about it.

You push your hands into his curls and say his name. He seems too busy. "Hey, baby," you say quietly, voice shaky when you don't want it to be.

Peter must feel you tense up. He lifts his face and looks worried, hair a mess and eyebrows pinched. His swollen lips glisten under the light on his bedside table.

"You okay?'' he asks gently, sitting up on his arm. "Did I do something?"

You feel worse when he asks because it's not his fault. You shouldn't be so jumpy around your boyfriend when he touches you. "No, I just..." you can't find it in you to explain it to him because you feel stupid. Especially when he'd been loving on you so hard.

"You're not feeling sick?" he gets up and tucks his feet under him to kneel, half a breath away from a panic.

You sit up too, leaning back on your elbows, frowning. "No, I'm...I'm okay, don't worry about it, baby."

He smooths a hand down your stomach and you tense up again unthinkingly. "You sure you're okay?"

You duck your head down and worry you're acting childish. "It's silly."

He squeezes your thigh and smiles something that calms you more than you think he knows. Soft eyes and even worse cheeks, appled and creased around his mouth. "I'm sure it's not."

"I just," you bite your tongue for a moment and work up enough courage to say more. It doesn't take much because he's just Pete. He'd never make you feel bad for feeling things. "I have stretch marks down there. Like on my belly and my hips."

Peter grins. "I know right." Your stomach churns. "They're so cool, huh?"

"What?"

He holds your hip and it startles you how much you don't hate it this time. His thumb traces over the marks absentmindedly like he already knows their path. "They're so pretty."

Your mouth feels a little dry. "Pete..."

He tamps it down a notch, nibbling his bottom lip unthinkingly. "Sorry, okay..." he starts, shuffling up the bed to meet you. "I love them."

"You do?" It's easier to stare at his nose than look into his sparkly eyes.

"Yeah," he nods, hair all floppy, "I think they're amazing."

"They're not ugly?" You hate yourself when you ask it. You're not sure why you do.

"Not at all. Look," he lifts up his shirt and turns to face his hip to you, "I have them too. Grew up too fast, I think."

You reach out to touch them. Running your fingertips over the marks along his hip and in towards his tummy. You think they look a lot nicer on him than they do you. You hum under your breath, you'd never noticed them before, and if you did, they hadn't bothered you one bit. You think he must feel the same way.

"They're pretty," you say quietly, more to yourself. You feel him shiver under your light touch.

"Not as much as yours." Pete falls down again until he's leaning over your stomach again. He kisses over them and you don't feel the need to tell him to stop this time. You relax like butter in the hot sun. You feel just as warm.

He suckles the soft skin and you twitch. "Pete," you gasp.

He pulls back looking proud, mouth popping crudely. "Yours are like little spiderwebs."

You feel a little dizzy suddenly, your arms wobbling under your weight. You lay back down before Peter can make fun of you for it. "Spiderwebs, huh?" you say breathlessly to the ceiling.

"Yeah," he agrees. Suddenly he's above you. Boyish grin that burns brighter than the downlight you were staring at. You close your eyes lest you're blinded by his charm. "It's like a part of me on you. Not as sticky though."

"Jesus," you giggle.

"Do you have any more?" he suddenly asks.

"Huh?"

He bounces up. "Any other marks? I wanna kiss them all. Gotta show my girl how much I love them."

"Peter, no."

"No, you don't have any, or no you don't want me to kiss you?" he asks incredulously. "That's really mean, baby."

"You're unbelievable." You can't help but laugh some more.

"Quick, give me your arms, I wanna look." Peter reaches for you and you roll over out of his grasp.

Peter searches until he finds them. You're less than horrified when he does, you're genuinely happy you have others he can touch. He kisses them for what feels like hours until you convince him it's your turn.

You kiss his until he's putty.

[finniestoncrane]

I have to ask 😔

Which of the Riddlers do you think would be into musk? OR OR how would they feel about their partner being into it????? Whatever works

Riddler Headcanons okey dokey hello i am the partner who would be snffing them all day like i was on a binge at a yankee candle shop lmaoooo this is just general musk, like any naturally occurring body smells, because i consider musk to encompass it all and not just balls u-u 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: musk, scent kink, bodily fluids, piss but only briefly in arkham's section, period blood in dano's section

arkham

he fuckin loves musk. it's his favourite thing ever. smells in general just do it for him

like climbing the walls, desperate to inhale your pheromones, and it's far better if that goes both ways

he couldn't even narrow down his favourite smell, although obviously he'd choose bodily odours over anything else

would absolutely bottle up the scent of his partners pussy or dick or balls and huff it while he jerked off

he's burying his face between your ass cheeks and taking in a BIG deep breath whenever the opportunity presents itself

he enjoys the tangy scent of blood on skin (which is having a distinctly uncomfortable effect on his run-ins with batman...)

hell, he'll even force you to hold your piss in for way longer than you should just so you have a little accident and he can sniff that

and one thing he's particularly fond of is sweat, and how it smells different under your arms, on your neck, on your back

100% is likely to lay in bed after sex just enjoying the scent of cum and slick and arousal that lingers in the air once it's all over

dano

down on his knees begging for you to let him sniff you, let him taste you, please just let your body linger on his somehow

it's very much about the intimacy with him, so he would enjoy it more if he was sniffing you while you were sniffing him back

like two little puppies getting to know each other in a little mutually beneficial ritual

it makes him feel wanted, desired, and most importantly it makes him feel like he's known

especially when you start to smell him when you don't know he's there, sniffing the air for the familiar scent hidden in the shadows

when he finds you sleeping with his old, dirty clothes, holding them to you when you're in bed

his favourite smell, though, is definitely blood, and particularly yours (as long as you're not hurt unwillingly!)

and if you're someone who has periods, you'll find he can sense it on you before you even have symptoms like a bloodhound

it's so violent and carnal and natural but a little bit sinful and taboo, so it's perfect for him!!

twojar

it's not even so much a kink for this guy, more that it's something he needs

a partner's scent is never something he would turn his nose up at (i am so sorry lmao)

he enjoys someone's natural musk, the scent that just somehow exists on their skin

permeating from them like a part of their personality, as important as a smile or their voice

i mean, he is a big believer in pheromones etc. and that's part of the reason that he has so much cleavage on display usually

it lets any potential partners smell him better, makes him like a magnet for the people who vibe best with what he's got

and while he's not necessarily into any specific smells that he could really name off the top of his head

he does really enjoy the smell of sweat when he's fucking you, your bodies becoming one

and how the smell of your body amplifies the taste when he's kissing you or licking you or biting you or eating you

young justice

comfort, sexual, romantic, platonic, when he's happy or when he's sad, he is literally llooking for one thing

and that is to bury his face into his favourite person, their body, their hair, their chest, their neck

and then inhale like it's literally the source of his life, more important than oxygen

and you just know he's getting immediately hard and exhaling with a pathetic little whimper

it's not something he's though of all that much about in terms of kinks, but it is very romantic to him

to experience someone so close he can smell them, and to feel like someone wants to get that close to him in return

definitely can bring him to tears to have your smell close to him though, like when you've been sleeping in his bed

or when you've borrowed his jacket, and he can smell you on them once you're gone, so it's like you didn't really leavve

and he'd be so happy to have a partner who was into musk sexually, someone who would sniff his hair or his pits or his balls

just someone who would appreciate him completely and wholly, which is like, his biggest kink lmao

telltale

he likes the smell of sex, it's like a personal perfume that reminds him of a partner

it's not anything he goes wild for, but it's something he'd notice the longer he was with someone

that he can remember them by smell, can tell when they've walked into a room by the way he can sense them

the way just thinking about the musk of you both, sweating and rutting, can get him very excited

AND as someone with an ample ego (and a little bit of an inferiority complex going on underneath it all)

he does like to look and seem his best at all times, like can we say super stylish hoodie peepaw?

so if he's ever over-exerted himself and feels kind of sweaty, he'd appreciate a partner that still finds him alluring and irresistible

and despite feeling like you should be begging for him, he'd use scents to attract you or to please you, to get your attention

he'd start wearing fragrances that he knows you're more likely to lean in for another whiff of just to get you close to him

zero year

he hates his partner to smell like anything other than fresh powdered sugar strawberry donuts or strawberries

definitely a believer that pussies shouldn't smell or taste like anything beyond peaches

because he's an asshole who thinks his partners should be subserviant and perfect, they have to be good enough for him

he, however, is welcome to be as stinky as he wants because he's a hypocritical douchebag

something about how it's macho to smell like sweat, something else about chemicals and the laws of attraction

and more than likely some other bullshit he definitely learned from a loser pick-up artist

but when he's finally presented with a body, he's on his knees begging you to let him taste you or smell you

whining or the privilege of experiencing your body raw and natural, in the state it's in at that moment

because he's really just a pathetic little romantic at heart, who could get hard at the smell of his partner's chosen deoderant

and can you really complain about him when you're nuzzling into his sideburns and sniffing his neck?

gotham

he wouldn't have thought that musk or smells would be something he was particularly into

but of course he quickly realised that it's very sexy to get all sweaty and hot with a partner

as a neat and tidy boy, it means he's got an extra fun task afterwards of warding off the sex smell

he doesn't mind someone's natural scent, but he's big on fresh smells, like mint or cucumber or some light citrus

scents that make you delicious, good enough to eat, like a carefully prepared meal

if you're clean, then that gives him something to tarnish, to take your perfect self and dirty it

unfortunately, he can't make you smell perfect to him because his favourite smell is actually formaldehyde

and it would be... uncomfortable for that smell to arouse him. at least he thinks it would be. one side of him wuold argue differently

so unless you're willing to get a little bit freaky at the gcpd morgue then... eucalyptus and lemon zest candle by the bed it is!

btaa

musk at least pertaining to body odours is sort of whatever to him, but he is definitely into scents

it's important to him to smell as wonderful as he looks and feels. it gives a better impression of him, like a signature perfume

he's not at all bothered by a partner who is into musk though, as long as they're not too disappointed by his artificial scent

that magically lingers after a run in with batman where he's getting pummelled and then left in a holding cell for four hours

with a partner, he's definitely keen on a sweet smell so he can give them a sickly little petname

so honey bun, cookie, cinnamon bun, little berry, scents that conjure up those kinds of themes all work!!

he has a penchant for absolutely devouring you, so matching the smell to the taste would give him a kick

btas

he's not particularly into smells or scents or musk in a partner, but it's not something he's necessarily against

if he was pushed for an answer about his favourite smell in reference to a partner, he'd say it was their body, fresh

just out of a shower, not using anything perfumed to wash themselves

a natural scent that he can pick up when he kisses your neck, one that is unmistakably you

one that he thinks of when he misses you, that can give him a little boost when he's gone too many days at work without seeing you

he would enjoy having a partner who was into musk or scents though, the ego boost would be phenomenal

what do you mean, you enjoy him unfiltered and as he comes? of course you do! because he's perfect

i think he'd also be so delighted with the idea of you picking out an aftershave for him

putting that much thought into him would definitely persuade him to wear just the aftershave the next time he's got you alone

unburied

it's difficult for him, because while he would love his partner regardless of how they smelled

musk is just not something he is into in the slightest for so many reasons, mostly related to the trauma of being an arkham iinmate

he's a tidy and smart and well-dressed boy (when he's got access to his own wardrobe and a warm shower)

even when he's hiding from the law in unseemly hotel rooms, he's still dedicated to a daily shower and ironing his shirts

so eing cooped up in arkham with other people and limited shower time was a nightmare

everyone just openly sweating and bleeding and crying and masturbating and stinking

those smells will unfortunately never leave him, so he prefers things to have a mask of artificial delight

i apologise, my fellow grot-lovers, but he permanently smells like sweet vanilla with notes of burning leaves

[morgana-larkin]

Me againnnn lmao I have another request could u do Melissa x reader where reader is normally quiet but someone brought up their special interest and everyone is kinda weirded out coz reader gets so happy and starts talking about it and sharing facts and stuff but no one except Melissa knows reader is autistic and someone says something mean to reader and she gets upset and Melissa comforts reader and also stands up for her (as always no pressure I’m so so so happy! u r the first person that iv come across who writes fics about Melissa and autistic reader I get so happy when I see a notification from u i literally jump up and down with happiness and your fics really help me to accept im autistic coz I’m still trying to come to terms with it anyway hope u r doing well🫶)

OMG YES! Info dumping! I love it. And I’m so glad my fics are helping you. Feel free as well to message me directly if you ever want. So my other obsession besides Lisa Ann Walter, is Doctor Who and Jodie Whittaker, so of course I chose to have the reader talk about her as the Doctor… I regret nothing 😊. I went a little extra at the end but I’m too gay for Melissa to care. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this so thank you for the prompt and I hope you like it! As always, not edited in the slightest.

For everyone, feel free to keep sending me prompts, and I was thinking about writing a one shot about Cheesy as there’s not enough imo. Let me know if I should or not.

Title based off the song from Shrek 3 and the Italian word stronzo means asshole.

Thank You for Letting Me Be Myself

Warnings: someone is mean to reader, reader struggling with having autism(small part)

Words: 2.3k

You’re sitting in the break room at the table with Barb and Melissa. You get up to get a coffee and when you do you hear someone starting to talk about Doctor Who and you perk up.

You turn around to see Jacob, Mr. Morton and another teacher talking about it. “You guys watch Doctor Who?” You say and they stop talking and look up at you. Normally you’re quiet and don’t really say much as you’re recharging before you go and have to teach your kiddos again.

“Yes, do you watch it?” Jacob asks you and you nod with a big smile. Melissa looks up at you and sees your smile and she can’t help but smile herself. She’s had a crush on you since about 4 months after you started and it’s almost been 9 months that you’re working here.

“Well come here and share your thoughts about it.” Jacob says and you walk over to them, coffee in hand.

“What exactly is your discussion about?” You ask them.

“About the first female doctor, the 13th doctor.” Mr. Morton says and you keep smiling.

“She’s my favourite doctor! Like she’s so enthusiastic and passionate and she just loves everything about what she does! And she’s so funny too, it’s just a joy to watch Jodie play her!” You start and they look at you confused, wondering why you’ve always been quiet but now you’re talkative.

The truth is, you're autistic and the only one that knows is Melissa and she promised not to tell anyone since it’s your secret not hers. You told her because you felt like you kept missing social cues or taking things too literally, so you wanted someone in your corner to help you and she had no problem doing that for you. She looks at you talking so passionately about your favourite show with a smile and heart eyes before going back to her phone, secretly still listening to you.

“And her Tardis is so amazing, oh and her companion’s compliment her so well, and her outfit looks amazing. Did you know that Jodie helped decide on the outfit to support the LGBTQ community since she’s a huge ally. And also…” and you keep going on for about 5 minutes about how much you love the 13th doctor and her era on Doctor Who. Until the other teacher, you don’t know their name, the one Mr. Morton and Jacob were talking too, says something.

“OMG! Would you please shut up!” He says and you quickly shut your mouth. “I preferred it when you didn’t speak at all.” He says, glaring at you. And you look down at the ground, embarrassed before running out of there.

Melissa looked up when he started speaking and is now getting up and walking over to them. “Hey! Don’t talk to her like that. You should count yourself lucky that I won’t contact one of my guys on you.” She says and looks at Jacob. “Why didn’t you say anything?!?” She says to him “or you?” She says to Mr. Morton.

“Sorry Melissa, it all happened so fast.” Mr. Morton says and Jacob nods in agreement.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” She says to the teacher that was mean to you.

“Hey, we were just sitting here talking about it until she cuts in and starts talking about everything that we weren’t even discussing. And she wouldn’t stop talking.” The teacher says , only making a deeper hole for himself. Melissa glares at him.

“I don’t care what you think! There’s better ways to do that!” She says to him.

“She shouldn’t have talked so much and knew that it was too much.” He says, still trying to defend himself.

“She’s autistic you stronzo!” She yells at him and then realises that she just told your secret and has wide eyes. All 3 of them look at her speechless, now understanding that you got excited and were info dumping and didn’t mean to talk so much. Melissa turns around and walks out of the break room and goes to find you.

She ends up finding you in your classroom crying on your chair, hugging your legs. She knocks on the door, “hey y/n it’s me, just wanted to come check on you.” She tells you.

You get up and unlock the door then open it. Melissa’s heart breaks a bit when she sees you. Eyes puffy, red and watery, tear stained cheeks and red nose from you blowing your nose.

“Oh hun.” She says and you walk back to your chair hugging your legs again. Melissa walks in and closes and locks the door then walks over to your desk. “Hey, he was an ass, he shouldn’t have said that to you.” Melissa tells you and crouches down and you look at her.

“No, he’s right, I was talking too much. I shouldn’t have gotten involved in their conversation. I just got so excited,” you tell her and you sniffle a bit.

“Hun, it’s understandable, I know how much you love Doctor Who. You have nothing to be ashamed about.” She tells you and grabs your hand. “Btw I might have accidentally told them that you’re autistic. As in I told them and called that teacher a stronzo for you.” She tells you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to slip out, I just got angry that he was mean to you.” She says, rubbing your hand with her thumb.

“It’s ok, they would have found out eventually. But this is another reason I don’t engage in conversations, cause I might talk too much.” You tell her. Melissa gets up and opens her arms out.

“Come here.” She tells you and motions to hug her. You put your feet down on the ground and then hug her waist since you’re still sitting in your chair. “Why don’t we go back in there, finish lunch. And then after school you can come to my place and I can make you some food and we can watch whatever you want.” She suggests and you look at her surprised.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods. “I would love that.” You tell her and she smiles. She helps you up and then unlocks the door and opens it for you. You both walk out and she sees you’re nervous about going back. She puts an arm wrapped around your back and her other hand on the arm closes to her and rubs it, providing comfort for you.

You get back in and when you enter everyone stops and looks up at you. Melissa can feel you immediately tense up. “What are all youse looking at?” She says and glares at everyone. Everyone immediately looks back down to their phone or food and continues what they were doing. Melissa leads you back to the table where Barb is and Barb gives you a comforting smile.

The teacher that was mean to you gets up and comes over to you. Melissa sees him coming over and glares at him, almost daring him to hurt you again. He has his head hanging a bit, looking embarrassed and stands beside you and you look up at him.

“Hey y/n, I just wanted to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have said what I said to you, I’m sorry.” He tells you and you nod your head at him. You’re too overwhelmed right now and can’t speak. You finish your lunch without saying another word and Melissa keeps glancing at you, worried about you.

You finish up the day quietly. You get the kids to work on their book report so that it’s silent and you don’t have to talk much. At the end of the day, when your last student was picked up you glance over at Melissa down the hall. You taught first grade so your classrooms are close together.

You can’t help but stare at her. She’s bending over and offering one of her students a high five before waving bye to them to go with their parent. You decide to leave now while she’s distracted, you think that maybe it wasn’t the best to get Melissa involved in your situation and shouldn’t have told her you’re autistic. So many people have had to accommodate you or help you and you feel like you should be able to do it yourself now that you’re an adult.

Melissa sees you look at her with a sad expression on your face before leaving. She can’t help but feel like maybe you won’t come over to her place now. When her last student is leaving with their parent a couple minutes later, she practically books it to the parking lot but sees your car is already gone.

She drives home and gets to work on cooking dinner, hoping you’d show. But then she gets a text from you saying that you won’t be able to make it tonight, and she sighs. She researched autism when you told her a few months ago and she knows that when autistic people get overwhelmed, they hide themselves away. She offered for you to come to her place to de-stress with food and tv, so she does the next best thing. After she finished cooking, she packed it into a container, and brought it with her to your place. She went and knocked on your door.

You answered it not too long later with leggings and loose shirt on. “Melissa? What are you doing here?” You ask her.

“Well since you won’t come over to my place, I thought I’d come to you.” She says with a warm smile and you now feel even more guilty for cancelling on her. “I brought over food I made. So either we can eat here or we can go back to my place. Choice is up to you.” She tells you with a shrug. You decide to go to her place and when you get there she gives you your favourite hoodie of hers and you sit on the couch. You’ve been to her place before and you told her that the plastic felt weird to sit on and she removed it the next day so that you’re comfortable when you go there. “Hey, you don’t have to speak but I just want to know that you’re ok.” She says and you nod. She gives you a plate of the food and you see that it’s her spaghetti and meatballs dish. Your favourite food of hers and you smile at her. She joins you on the couch, sitting next to you and then hands you the remote so you can decide what to watch, you decide on Shrek 3.

You watch the movie while eating, with Melissa right next to you, you in her hoodie, and you finally feel like you’re calming down. You put your head on her shoulder after you put your empty plate on the coffee table and she wraps her arm around you. You continue the movie, quoting some of the lines, and when it plays the ending scene with puss and donkey singing thank you, Melissa gets an idea. She guides you up and leads you to the empty space beside her couch and starts dancing with you. When the chorus comes on she sings it to you “I wanna thank you for lettin me be myself…again” She sings and you laugh. When she says the line again, she spins you while singing. The second chorus comes up “come on sing it with me.” She tells you.

The both of you sing it while dancing “I WANNA THANK YOU FOR LETTIN ME BE MYSELF…AGAIN.” You both sing at the top of your lungs. When it ends you’re both laughing and she hugs you.

“Thank you for letting me be myself.” You tell her and she looks at you with a warm smile and places a lock of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“It’s not a problem hun, it doesn’t matter to me that you’re autistic you know. You just think differently, and that's alright.”

You look in her eyes and you lean forward and kiss her. Melissa kisses you back and moves her hand from your cheek to the back of your head and places her left hand on your waist. You pull back and look at her with a smile.

“You kissed me back.” You say to her and she nods. “Why?”

“Because I like you. I have for a few months now.” She tells you.

“For how long?” You ask her and she thinks about it.

“Around the new year.” And you look at her in shock.

“But that’s after I told you I was autistic.” You tell her, putting the pieces together. “You knew I was autistic and you still like me?” You question her.

“How would you being autistic make me not like you?” She asks you, confused.

“Because I’m different than other people and have struggles because of it.” You tell her like it’s obvious.

“So? Everyone is different in their own way and everyone has their own struggles.” She tells you. “For example, I have trouble letting people in, because of trust issues. And I can have a short temper too.” She says and you look at her with so much love in your eyes. You kiss her again and she doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

When the person says “you may kiss the bride” , she doesn’t hesitate to give you a kiss then either. With a huge smile, she brings you closer to her and gives you a kiss, as wife and wife.

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if it's possible to request 2 things from the humiliation prompt list, could I ask for "making them beg" and "forcing them to crawl" with either ayato or ajax .. OR ANOTHER GENSHIN MAN WHO HAS A BIT OF AN EGO!! u could literally pick whoever u want tbh I just need to see a genshin man with some kind of authority get knocked down a peg, bc im sick of them 😒

and if 2 prompts aren't possible then feel free to just pick one of the ones I listed, im happy with either and as long as u feel comfortable writing it!!

childe would definitely get on his knees without second though but ayato?? omg i havent thought of him begging till now &lt;3

part of an ongoing event!

╰┈➤ TARTAGLIA childe.

you don't know what you were thinking when volunteering to look after the newly imprisoned harbinger, but looking back on it... you probably weren't thinking at all.

in his cell, he has you pinned to the ground, grinning wildly at you as he overpowers you in a show of strength. he wants the map to the fortress that's just jutting out of your pocket, but like hell you were gonna give that to him. if he's smart enough to catch you offguard, he's smart enough to plot an escape. you weren't taking your chances.

he laughs in your ear, and you see that the sick bastard actually likes seeing you struggle against his grip. "oh come on, pretty, just hand the map over and all will be good and dandy. i'm not asking too much, am i?"

"you're asking too much," you growl back, and the little shit laughs louder. while he's distracted by his own amusement, you find moment of weakness and kick him in the shin, to which he collapses on top of you. you roll him over as he clenches the pained spot, and before he can react, he has a baton to his neck and a glaring guard in his face. "assaulting a guard can add to your sentence, inmate. you should've thought of that before attacking me."

he continues to grin at you, and you start to wonder if he's even listening. "well, if a longer sentence means getting to see that pretty face of yours, i'm not too opposed to it." he sighs dreamily as the baton digs further into his neck. "especially if pretty can actually beat me up."

your lips curl into a disgusted scowl. "they say that the eleventh harbinger was questionable, but i didn't think you'd be this depraved." you dig a heel into his gut and he chokes out a pained laugh. "luckily, the fortress of meropide seeks to reform all criminals, no matter how sinful they are. now—" you deliver a swift kick to his stomach, sending him rolling back. before he can even push himself up, you stomp on his back and he falls to the ground once more. "you will beg for reformation, for us to clean that tainted heart of yours, harbinger."

"beg?" childe's head is spinning, and his heart is beating so loud his ears might burst. he can feel the burn in his stomach, and the heavy pressure of your boot digging into his skull. he didn't know that being visionless could make him this weak, being beaten up by a mere guard. "oh.. heh, i could beg all you w-want and more, p... pretty."

as you stomp on him again, a slight moan comes from him as his cheek hits the metal again. or maybe he wanted this. to receive a beating from someone as pretty as you. "disgusting. beg properly, harbinger, and do it right."

fuck his spine was almost halving. "p-please, reform this harbinger..." his begging comes out broken and wheezing from the pain, but there's an alarmingly wide grin on his face as he does so. "make me... urk... make me clean... i'll do anything you ask. p... please!"

a startling silence, but judging from how you lift your boot from his back, you seem to approve. "hm. passable." you watch your newest prisoner collapsed on all fours, shuddering on the ground as he revels in the warm pain blooming through his body. "reformation starts now, inmate. let us work together to correct your errors."

╰┈➤ KAMISATO AYATO pillar of fortitude.

"surely you have something to say to me, hm, young master?" you ask languidly, sifting through the documents in your hand. you're lazily stretched out over his office chair, playing around with the official seal of his family, yet you sit like an emperor on their throne. you cock your head at the young master, looking as bored as ever. "if not, i might just report this to the raiden shogun herself."

ayato sits like a commoner before you, heels digging into his behind as he glares at the floor. your figure is a shadow against the elegantly painted washi paper, and with only the moon and a flickering candle for light, it seems like your piercing eyes are the only features he can make out. your military cap tilts with your face as you regard ayato with indifference.

"nothing to say?" you sigh and let the papers drop. these are sealed, important documents, but when one drifts in front of his face, it almost seems like mockery. "ugh, i have to write up a whole report now thanks to you."

"wait." ayato grits out, still boring holes into the wooden floor. "p-please. don't release this information to her majesty, please. ayaka and thoma... they don't deserve this." they were only doing what was right. to clean up the mess your raiden shogun made. "we can handle this in private, just... just not..."

you sigh again, and it makes him bristle. you're acting like this is just another day for you and not the near doom of the kamisatos. "you're making an awful lot of demands for someone who's kneeling." you grin at him, those teeth looking predatory as you study his red face. "haven't ya ever heard of... 'sealing the deal'?" you tap the armrest with a sharp nail. "come here."

ayato begins to stand, but freezes when you shoot him a dissatisfied glare. "aren't you making a request? people who beg don't stand— they crawl. now again—" you tap the wooden armrest again. "come."

he doesn't have to do this. he shouldn't be doing this. he is the master of the kamisato estate, and he has more dignity than being reduced to crawling on the floor. but that's exactly what he finds himself doing. dragging his loose yukata against the floor as he knees you, clenching his teeth as he avoids your leering gaze, he's painfully aware of how disappointing he must look like to his parents above. the cold night air hits his skin, and his cheeks burn bright when he realizes just how loose his yukata might be when the cold hits his pale chest.

"good." you hum, stroking his hair. he couldn't help the euphoric shudder when your fingers graze his ear. "now, it's time for me to hear you beg properly."

[a-killer-obsession]

Thank you SO SO MUCH! for 250 followers! I literally never thought I'd get past 50 so I'm really overwhelmed with the support, and I really appreciate every ask and comment and like and reblog. Interacting with you guys has made me so inspired to write more 💖

To say thank you, I have a special little event! Request a short fic by picking a letter and number from the prompt lists below!

All the info below the cut!

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Event Status: ❌️ Closed

Thanks for all the requests, I'll work through as many as I can 💖

Event Fics Masterlist

Rules

All fics are written with assumed pre-established consent (i.e. kidnapping and intoxication prompts etc)

AFAB reader only for this event cos that's what I'm most comfortable writing, but please let me know if you want pronouns other than she/her 💖

Obviously I'm not a super human so if I get a billion requests I won't be able to get to all of them, so I'll be focusing on the ones I feel most inspired by! I'm not sure how many I'll do right now, I may just keep going till I burn out on it :P

Please do not spam requests! Please try to send requests that make sense (i.e. consider whether you think the character would actually participate in the prompt)

Obviously I'd really appreciate if you're actually following me before you send a request 👉👈

Please send requests as an ask so i can reply to it (sorry should have been clearer about that)

Edit: I'm getting enough requests now that I'm naturally starting to get double ups, so you can check the plans list I've added to the event fic masterlist to see if something is already on the to-do list, or see if there's a character you like that isn't getting enough love 💖

Prompts

STEP 1 - PICK A LETTER

Some of these are a stretch I know, just go with it :P You may pick several letters if you think they'll work together but I reserve the right to only use one if I feel inspired

A - alpha/omega dynamics

B - breeding

C - cumplay

D - desk

E - exhibitionism

F - first time

G - deGradation

H - seven minutes in Heaven

I - intoxication

J - just 'friends' (friends to lovers)

K - kidnapped

L - lovemaking

M - masturbation

N - no protection (risky sex)

O - oral fixation

P - sex Pollen

Q - quiet (public sex)

R - roleplay

S - somnophilia

T - thighjob

U - unbearable (enemies to lovers)

V - vampire au

W - body Worship

X - writer's choice

Y - 'yours' (possessive behavior)

Z - zou (mink reader)

STEP 2 - PICK A NUMBER

These are the characters I'm currently comfortable writing for, please don't request others. You may request mulitple if you think it'd work for the prompt aka threesome, but I reserve the right to only go with one of them if I feel inspired

1 - Kid

2 - Killer

3 - Heat

4 - Wire

5 - Zoro

6 - Sanji

7 - Usopp

8 - Franky

9 - Jimbei - with two dicks, obviously

10 - Robin

11 - Nami

12 - Law

13 - Bepo - don't test me I'll fuckin do it

14 - Shachi

15 - Penguin

16 - Ikkaku

17 - Bartolomeo

18 - Yamato

19 - Katakuri

20 - Vivi

21 - Sabo

22 - Ace

23 - Hancock

24 - Corazon (please let me know what version of his name you'd like reader to use)

25 - Buggy

[normal-internet-user]

hiya cutieee!! i saw your requests were open and because I love your writing so much, I thought I'd send one in! 👉🏼👈🏼

if it's not too much trouble, can I have headcanons for a platonic!sibling!reader with the Rise Turtles? gender neutral, Mikey's "twin" in age, and selectively mute? I'd love some sibling fluff!!! only if you wanna, ofc!! no pressure (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡ love yaaaaa!

— (can i be) 🪼 anon ?? ^^

Dawww shucks- you're so sweet<3 of course you can be Jelly fish anon! (Ok 100% honest I could not find the jelly fish emoji, so imma call u jelly lol)

RISE BOYS WITH A SELECTIVE MUTE SIBLING

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You would be babied just as much as Mikey.

Honestly I'm surprised they don't put the two of you in a box labeled, "Fragile: Baby Siblings:"

You being selectivly mute has never been a problem for them,

No matter the reason for it.

All four of the boys know sign language,

Donnie and Mikey are the only one's fluent though.

Leo and Raph know enough to understand you, and hold a simple conversation,

But that's about it.

Donnie was non-verbal for a while as a kid, and Mikey's with you like, all day,

So it makes sense they'd be fluent.

You and Mikey are literally inseperable.

If one of you is around, there's a 99% chance the other is two.

You even share a room and everything, you have your half and he has his.

If either of you need some privacy, there's a curtain you can pull out to make a kinda wall between your halves.

You always go to Raphie for comfort.

Sure, you tell Mikey, like, everything,

But Raph just makes you feel safe.

Leo is always fucking with you in only the way an okder brother can.

"I'm not touching you!"

"I'm not in your room."

*Poke poke poke poke*

Just go complain to Donnie, he'll hide you in the lab and go fuck with Leo back.

Or you can deal with it yourself.

Your choice broski.

You're probably really quiet.

Like really fuckin' quiet.

So scaring your brothers is hella easy and really fun.

You can also just walk out of the room and no one will notice until walk back in with, like, a soda.

*Pop!*

"When did you leave??"

*Shrugs and sips soda*

Donnie has tried equipting you with a bell,

It did absolutely nothing.

Even with the bell, you're still so quiet-

If you're having a particular kind of day, Donnie always welcomes you into the lab.

Peaceful moments ensue.

Just the soft tinkering from your brother and the occasional convo in morse code.

Mikey's also a go to on these days,

Your twin knows all the things you need.

Usually you'll sit and watch him paint or something with some lofi beats playing in the backround.

April is the best big sister in the history of everything.

Everytime she visits she brings you a bag of your favorite candy.

She's also fluent in TSL (turtle sign language), so you don't have to worry about conversations with her.

You have mastered the art of nasty looks.

The most terrifying glare in the Hamato clan™️

You and Mikey can also hold entire conversations just with eye contact.

Twin things ig

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There ya go Jelly! I hope I did your prompt justice and that this is to your liking! Sibling fluff is indeed the best <3

[tokkiiecloud]

hi it’s me again lol ! responding to ur post u didn’t reply slow dw lol u actually replied fast at least for me lol 😭 and in my opinion, i don’t think you were romanticizing sh at all, i was wondering if you could do the same prompt with levi and satan and maybe another character of your choosing? ^^

Hey hey again!! I’m happy it doesn’t feel like i romanticised sh! This will maybe be the last one, since it kinda feels like I’m milking SH for likes and attention- but if it is a request then I’ll think about it! Anyways let’s get into it

Characters : Leviathan ; Satan and Foras

Tw/Cw : Self harm mentions and blood.

Satan :

The moment he found out about your SH..he felt angry

Angry at himself to not be able to help you

He could only think about the blood going down your arm which made his sleep even more horrible than before

He hugs you and buries his head into your shoulder

He knows he’s not the one who made you feel like this but he can’t help but feel extremely guilty

He tried his best to always bandage you

And always kisses your cheek and shows his affection to make you feel loved

Like you did after finding out he had depression

You both are each other’s comfort

You make him feel better when he’s having a depressive episode

And he takes cares of you when you SH because you needed to calm down…

He takes it very seriously after all he knows what that feels like

Leviathan:

Just like all the others, the discovery was…shocking and hurtful.

He wanted to make you feel better but he’s not the most open about his feelings so why would you open up to him?

But, he does small gestures to reassure you and make you feel comfortable about talking to him about how you feel.

For exemple kissing you’re cheek gently when you cry, always there when you have a moment when you’re so close to relapsing

He stops you every time he can.

He feels horrible when he sees you hurt, that’s the first time he saw himself in someone else

He promises himself to only bring you happiness even though he is quite difficult and the literal sin of envy himself

After all, he hates seeing you..like this not your usual cheerful self.

He’ll protect you from whatever could hurt you. Even god. Even the other devils

After that promise he sends foras almost every single day to watch over you. He gets extremely worried.

Foras:

He was on a mission to watch over you when he saw you hurting yourself

He couldn’t just watch from the sidelines and revealed himself as he ran to you to drop the sharp object tainted with your blood.

He looks at you, shocked to see him appearing out of thin air.

After that whole ordeal, he always checks on you whether it is an order from Leviathan or just his own free will.

He has specific time he knows you could potentially hurt yourself and always goes to check

He cares for you and loves you a lot.

Leaving encouraging and supportive notes everywhere you can see them

He just wants you to get better

And will fight every thing that hurt you.

Just like his king he also made a promise to himself

To destroy everything that could possibly hurt you or that has hurt you.

Ah honestly I feel better just thinking about them acting like this it always feels nice having someone who cares

Anyways this is the end I know that I repeat it a lot but , if you are struggling with sh you should go talk to a professional able to help you it is hard to stop this addiction, I want everyone that is struggling through it know that they are loved and appreciated and that someone believes in them to overcome this addiction and are able to go on the path of recovery!

Love you all have a nice day<3

[icarusignite]

Hey! I don't know if this is the proper format (still kind of new here) but I'm sending in this prompt for an Alfred × Reader fic. There's this idea for him that was stuck in my head a couple months ago. So…

It's set either S2 or S3 but it fits better in S3 or the break between 2 and 3. Alfred is really ill which isn't unusual for him, but this time he's taking a lot longer for him to heal and he's deteriorating more seriously than he normally would.

People in court start looking around for new healers and remedies. Alfred is also kind of desperate because he doesn't want to die before England is complete or Edward is ready to take over.

Reader, who is a healer, comes to court with the intention of helping Alfred. She's neither Dane nor Saxon, if you're comfortable with it she could be of Asian or African origin/descent (eg Father Benedict in S5). She's either Muslim or Christian, either way she's well read and a bit of a scholar (if you've seen Vikings: Valhalla S2, there's a female character that might ring a bell). She's also able to reassure him, like Iseult, that she's treating him with nature's bounty and nothing sinister.

Because she's a scholar (also maybe a Christian), Alfred is comfortable that she's not practicing witchcraft so this helps him accept her more easily. It also helps them bond and they become really close friends over the course of the months she spends treating him. They have fun banter and he's able to feel like Alfred, the man around her instead of King Alfred. Then he realizes that he has feelings for her.

At this point it could go any way really. Does Aelswith factor into it much or not? Does reader reciprocate his feelings or not? If she does, would she be comfortable giving into them and being a mistress? Is Aelswith even in the picture or is this a slight AU? Do they have a sad, happy or bittersweet ending? Idk

For extra spice, Reader could also be good friends with Uhtred or Finan which makes Alfred a little jealous but also sad because he thinks that she'd probably prefer the charming, handsome, potentially single, strapping man to whatever measly affection he could offer her.

Ideally, it would be fluff or smut but whatever you're comfortable writing is fine! Sorry if this is too long but I wanted to be as clear as possible 😅. I also understand if this is too much for a oneshot and you forego the idea entirely

Alfred the great x POC! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: Heyy, so sorry this took literally eons to finally write. Thank you for your lovely request and also thank u for your patience <3 Hope you enjoy what I've done with your idea, and dw this will have another part where I'll explore their chemistry more. I watched a bunch of Alfred edits to get in the mood and ngl I'm lowkey in love with him now lmfao. 

Disclaimer: there might be some (a lot) historical discrepancies because I didn't line up the dates exactly but I did find out that the Golden Age of Islam overlapped significantly with the dates that the last kingdom spans so the reader is a prominent scholar from Baghdad. Also, Aelswith is dead (I'm sorry T_T) cuz I don't love a cheating trope even when it is sort of historically accurate. So we have single dad Alfred lol. 

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

Entering King Alfred's throne room, your senses were immediately awakened by the unfamiliar sights, sounds, and scents of Wessex. The room itself was a stark contrast to the opulent palaces and grand courts of Baghdad that you were accustomed to. The room was spacious, yet its decoration was surprisingly humble and simple, adorned with rough-hewn wooden beams and modest tapestries that depicted various scenes of English myths and prominent events. With a flash of triumph, you found that you recognized some of them from your studies of the English culture. A faint scent of burning wood from the hearth permeated the air with an earthy aroma.

You observed the nobles in attendance, or the ealdormen as they were called here, their attire markedly different from the splendid silks and jewels of Baghdad's court. Here, the people wore simpler garments made of sturdy wool and linen, in the dark colours of the earth as opposed to the the vibrant clothing the people of your home favoured.

Your gaze then turned to the throne itself. It was a robust wooden chair, its design austere yet imposing, lacking the grandeur of the magnificent thrones you had imagined English kings liked to occupy. King Alfred's regal figure atop the throne created a dignified presence. His clothing, matched the style of his ealdormen, long simple robes of a dull grey. The seat next to him was empty and you briefly wondered about his family. The chronicles you had read stated that a king's wife usually took her place beside him when he held court, but you did not know much of Alfred's wife.

Your fingers itched for your writing instruments, yearning to document all your observations and the happenings of the court. You seldom went anywhere without them, but now they remained tucked away in your satchel as you waited for the king to acknowledge your presence. You knew he had seen you enter, his eyes briefly meeting yours, even as he conversed with his ealdormen. Eventually, your thoughts began to wander and you couldn't help but reflect on the stark contrast between the scorching heat of Baghdad and the chilly bite of autumn in Wessex. your flowing linen tunic and trousers, so comfortable in the sweltering desert of your homeland, felt inadequate against the cold English air that seeped through the cracks in the stone walls.

You discreetly rubbed your tingling fingertips together, trying to generate some warmth, as the fire blazing at the hearth did little to banish the chill that had settled in your bones. Your longing for the warmth of the caliphate's sun was keenly felt in this unfamiliar and frigid environment.

Impatience welled up within you as you glanced around the chamber, noting the courtiers' stoic expressions and hushed conversations. The king's deliberations seemed to stretch on endlessly, and you found yourself yearning for the moment when you could finally present your credentials and seek the audience you had travelled so far to obtain.

King Alfred's voice finally called out your name, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"Esteemed lady, I welcome you to the court of Wessex."

The ealdormen, accustomed to the formalities of their court, were taken aback when you did not bow or curtsy as was expected. Instead, you offered a polite smile and tipped your head in a gesture of respect.

A murmur of surprise and disapproval rippled through the assembled courtiers. Some whispered that your behaviour was disrespectful, a breach of protocol. They exchanged curious glances, wondering how their king would react to this departure from tradition.

However, King Alfred took no offence. With a gracious nod, he signalled for you to speak.

"Thank you, your grace. It is an honour to be here."

Your accent was soft, lending your words a foreign intonation, and each syllable was carefully enunciated. You had spent months learning the language, and you weren't about to embarrass yourself now by messing up your pronunciation.

"I extend my deepest gratitude to you for undertaking such a long and arduous journey at my request. I hope the discomfort of the voyage did not prove too taxing."

"Your Majesty," you replied, "it was a journey of great honour for me, and I hope to make myself useful here."

King Alfred nodded appreciatively and then turned to a servant standing nearby.

"Please, ensure that the lady is provided with comfortable quarters and all the amenities she may require during your stay in Wessex."

The servant bowed in acknowledgment and stepped forward to escort you to your residence within the royal palace. You thanked the king once more for his hospitality and assistance before following the servant out of the chamber.

As you left the throne room, your observant nature couldn't help but take note of King Alfred's condition. Despite his attempt to appear at ease in his chair, you had perceived the subtle signs of discomfort. His favouring of his left side, indicating pain or injury to his right, and the unusually pallid complexion for an Englishman raised concerns in your scholarly mind. That was your purpose, after all, to try to diagnose and hopefully cure the ailing monarch.

Just when you were gone, the noblemen of King Alfred's court wasted no time in flocking around him, their curiosity piqued by the arrival of the enigmatic woman. They bombarded the king with questions and voiced their concerns about the unfamiliar customs you had displayed.

One nobleman, his voice dripping with skepticism, remarked, "Your Majesty, did you see that? She didn't bow or curtsy as she should have! It's as if she has no respect for you."

Another, eyeing your unusual attire and complexion, chimed in, "And her clothing, Your Grace! It's unlike anything I've ever seen in Wessex. She's clearly not from anywhere near England. What could she possibly want here?"

The murmurs of disapproval and suspicion spread among the courtiers, as they exchanged perplexed glances. To them, your arrival was an anomaly, and your behaviour had raised eyebrows and questions.

King Alfred, his countenance calm and measured, raised a hand to quell the growing unease.

"I understand your concerns, but there is nothing to worry about" he began, addressing their concerns. "The lady you have just met is a prominent figure from Baghdad. She has travelled from a distant land to be here and she is not here to defy our traditions or customs. She is a scholar seeking to further her studies in Wessex. Her journey to our land is a great honour, as it reflects the recognition of the importance of our own intellectual pursuits."

His tone left no room for further skepticism. He also did not mention the other reason you were there, as he did not wish to reveal the truth of his declining health. As the nobles filtered out of the room, somewhat still unsatisfied by his answer, Alfred couldn't help but remain still, his mind going over the recent developments. When he had first written to the Abbasid Caliphate to request that he be allowed to host a medical scholar at his court, he had to admit he was not expecting a woman, and certainly not one so beautiful.

The next day, Alfred summoned you to his private chambers for a consultation regarding his health. As you entered the room, he couldn't help but notice the change in your attire. Gone was the flowing linen tunic and trousers, replaced by a sturdier, more practical woollen English dress. The deep blue gauzy veil, however, was still draped around your head and flowed down your back.

The English clothing seemed to complement you, accentuating your elegance in a way that was both unexpected and captivating. The king, not for the first time, found himself admiring you, though he kept such thoughts to himself, mindful of the formal context of your meeting.

You, ever the professional scholar, maintained a polite and formal distance as you began your examination of the king. You inquired about his symptoms, listening attentively to his description of the pain and discomfort he had been experiencing. Your deep knowledge and keen medical insight were evident as you asked probing questions and conducted a thorough assessment.

After a careful evaluation, you began to discuss your observations and your initial diagnosis with the king. You explained your thoughts on the potential causes of his discomfort and suggested a course of treatment. King Alfred was grateful for your expertise, and couldn't help but be struck by your intellect. He had a thirst for knowledge himself and he appreciated the quality in others when he saw it. In you he recognized a passion for learning and documentation, one he held himself as well. After the medical examination, he extended an invitation to you to remain in his chambers and share a cup of tea. Initially hesitant, you eventually agreed, recognizing the value of the opportunity to engage in conversation with the English monarch.

Seated in the warmth of the chamber, Alfred began to share with you the rich history of England, its struggles, its triumphs, and its cultural tapestry. He spoke of the challenges of the Anglo-Saxon period, the battles against the Danes, and the enduring spirit of the English people. As he narrated the history of his land, Alfred couldn't help but notice how your eyes lit up with a deep fascination, even though you attempted to contain your enthusiasm. Your questions flowed naturally as you probed deeper into the history and culture of Wessex. You asked about the Anglo-Saxon kings, the legends and folklore, and the development of the English language.

You kept diligent notes in your little notebook, your hand swiftly capturing every detail of the conversation. Your keen intellect and insatiable thirst for knowledge were evident, and your genuine interest in Alfred's words warmed his heart. It had been quite a while since anyone had paid such rapt attention to what he was saying, and he found himself rejuvenated by your exchange.

As a lull settled over your conversation, Alfred's curiosity got the better of him. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned forward and said, "My lady, I must admit, I'm quite curious about the contents of that notebook of yours. What sort of information have you been documenting to take back to your homeland?"

You smiled, your demeanour more relaxed than when you had first come in, "Your Majesty, you need not worry. I promise you, I haven't written that the English are fire-breathing trolls."

Alfred felt a grin tug at his lips, but he suppressed the urge, keeping his hands folded placidly over his stomach.

"Well, you know, if we English could breathe fire, we might have an easier time dealing with our enemies!"

"There is a trick that performers back home use, to give the illusion of breathing fire. The science behind it is quite fascinating. Perhaps I shall explain it to you sometime."

"Ah yes my lady, you have filled your book with our tales, but have yet to share yours. Do you have any secrets from the East that you'd like to share with us humble English folk?"

You couldn't help but smirk at his words, "I'm afraid some secrets are best left in the lands where they belong, your grace. We wouldn't want you to start brewing Persian tea incorrectly, now would we?"

"I doubt it can compete with our tried and trusted English tea."

"You only think that way because you haven't tried Persian tea yet. Trust me, once you have, there's no going back."

"I suppose you make a fair point! Although, I must admit, the thought of trying to decipher the intricacies of Arabic calligraphy is rather tempting."

You paused, your light-hearted nature urging you to make another joke but you strictly reminded yourself that you were in the presence of a king. It would do you no good to offend him with an ill-timed statement. You were already apprehensive about your earlier comment about the Persian tea, although you were grateful that he chose not to see it as a slight. As if sensing your hesitation, Alfred sat up in bed and leaned forward.

"You are free to speak my lady, do not hold yourself back on my account," he reassured with a wave of his hand.

Still, you settled for a polite smile, "I was just going to remark on the difficulty of calligraphy but I am certain that if anyone would be able to master it, it'd be you, Your Majesty."

A small furrow appeared between Alfred's brows as if that wasn't the answer he expected from you. He could see you pulling away, going back to your polite, almost cold professionalism. Eventually, he nodded thoughtfully at you.

"I would be ever so grateful if you could perhaps show me the technique someday, my lady."

You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a small smile.

"Now, about that notebook, if you would allow me to take a look?"

"Ah yes, of course," you handed over the small leatherbound journal to him quickly without further complaints. "But I must warn you, my handwriting isn't at its most legible."

Alfred accepted the notebook with a nod of appreciation. As he leafed through its pages, his eyes quickly fell upon your meticulously written notes. Your thoughts were inscribed in your native language and although he did not understand the words, your elegant looping script impressed him.

He raised an eyebrow and turned toward you expectantly, pointing toward a specific passage, "And what does this say right here?"

"It is a description of the English weather, your grace."

Alfred leaned closer, his finger tracing the inked lines on the page.

"Ah yes, English weather. It was raining when you first arrived, wasn't it? What do you think of our English rain then, my lady? I've heard it has a certain charm."

"Well, I believe your rain can be quite persuasive. It insists that one should stay indoors and read a good book."

Alfred's lips twitched again, fighting back a smile. It seemed that the new scholar shared his interests as well.

"A wise perspective, indeed. Perhaps our English rain is simply encouraging a literary lifestyle."

"Yes, your grace."

"My lady" he continued, a note of genuine admiration in his voice, "I must tell you, your handwriting is truly exquisite. Tell me, just how many languages have you learned."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his compliment. There was something sincere in his eyes as he waited for your answer, looking at you like your accomplishments were the greatest thing in the world. You opened your mouth to respond but then a loud knock sounded on the door and a priest entered.

"Yes, Father Beocca," Alfred seemed irritated at the interruption.

Father Beocca's eyes glanced from you to the king, and despite the fact that you were sitting in a chair quite some distance away from him, you felt a strange flash of awkward embarrassment run through you.

"My king, Uhtred is here to see you," the priest finally stated.

Alfred sighed and turned toward you with an apologetic smile, "Shall we continue our conversation another time then, my lady? It seems that I am needed elsewhere."

"Yes, of course, your grace."

You quickly took your leave then, choosing to take one of your books and go read in the garden. You had just settled yourself into a comfortable nook when loud boisterous laughter caught your attention. Turning your gaze towards the source of the commotion, you spotted three men, two of whom were dressed in the attire of warriors. Their boisterous behaviour was evident as they playfully teased and shoved the third man, who was clad in robes that resembled those of Father Beocca. However, a leather breastplate adorned his monk's attire, hinting at a surprising duality of roles – priest and fighter.

The two warriors were engaged in a lively exchange with the monk, their laughter echoing through the garden. You couldn't help but smile as you watched the scene unfold. Their camaraderie and jesting reminded you of the Caliph's sons back home, when your father would take you to visit the palace.

One of the warriors, a bearded man with broad shoulders and a hearty laugh, clapped the monk on the back.

"Come now, Osferth," he said between chuckles, "surely your devotion to the Lord could use a bit of levity now and then."

The monk, Osferth, grinned in response, "Aye Finan, it is said that laughter is the best medicine, is it not?"

The other warrior, a lean and quick-witted fellow, joined in with a jest, "Well, if that's the case, Osferth, then Finan here will live to be a hundred and you shall die tomorrow!"

Osferth elbowed the tall man in the ribs, "Not before I knock some sense into you Sihtric."

Their jovial banter and good-natured teasing continued, creating a lively atmosphere in the serene garden. You couldn't help but be amused by their antics and the familiarity of their interactions, watching them for quite some time.

The trio of men eventually noticed your presence, and with their laughter dying down, they made their way over to you. As they approached, their expressions revealed a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

The broad-shouldered warrior, Finan, whose eyes twinkled with mischief, was the first to speak. "Well, what have we here?" he said with a grin. "A traveller from foreign shores, I presume?"

"Yes, I am from Baghdad, my lord."

The warrior, clearly taken with you, couldn't resist a flirtatious remark.

"Lady, I must say, you are a wondrous addition to our English garden."

You snorted at his attempt at flirtation.

Meanwhile, the monk with the leather breastplate maintained a more respectful demeanour.

"Greetings, lady, I am Osferth," he said with a nod. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I ask what brings you to our humble Wessex?"

You found the monk's polite curiosity quite refreshing.

"Greetings to you too, Osferth. I've come to further my studies here. Wessex has much to offer in terms of knowledge and history, and I hope to make the most of it."

"Well, my lady, if ever you wish to explore our English shores, I'd be delighted to be your guide," it was Finan who spoke again and you could not help but laugh at his words.

"Thank you, kind sir. Your offer is most gracious."

“Call me Finan, my lady.”

Your change continued as they asked more about you and your hometown and you asked about theirs. You found out that they were a band of warriors who followed some fellow named Uhtred, the very same Uhtred who was currently speaking to King Alfred. As the conversation flowed, you discovered that you enjoyed speaking with these men. Their witty banter and friendly demeanour made you feel at ease, despite the foreignness of your surroundings. You shared stories of your travels, your scholarly pursuits, and the cultural nuances of your homeland. The men, in turn, regaled you with tales of their own adventures.

As you continued to engage in playful banter with the warriors, you remained oblivious to the presence of King Alfred and Uhtred, who had ventured outside and were observing the lively exchange.

Eventually, with a confident stride, Uhtred made his way toward your group to make his introduction and Father Beocca approached the king with his concerns.

"Your Majesty," he began cautiously, "I must admit, I have reservations about entrusting your treatment to a foreigner, especially one from so distant a land. We must be cautious of witchcraft and unfamiliar practices."

King Alfred turned to Father Beocca, his expression thoughtful but resolute, "Father Beocca, I understand your concerns, but the lady is no ordinary foreigner. She hails from Baghdad, a city known for its innovative medical advancements and a center of learning in the Islamic world. She comes as one of their finest scholars, sent by the Caliph himself."

"I see, your grace."

"I have read extensively about the great Islamic civilization, and its contributions to science, medicine, and philosophy. I believe we have much to learn from her, not only about medicine but also about fostering understanding and collaboration between our cultures. They have succeeded in uniting several lands under one caliphate, so perhaps we might learn how we may unite England as well."

Father Beocca, though still cautious, nodded in understanding, "Your Majesty, I trust your judgment. It is my fervent hope that the lady's presence here will indeed lead to beneficial knowledge and that she will uphold the values of wisdom and compassion."

"Thank you, Father Beocca. Let us have faith in this unique opportunity for cultural exchange and enlightenment. Her presence is a bridge between worlds, and I believe it is a path toward a brighter future for Wessex."

Over the course of the next few months, you became familiar with the routines of the Wessex palace. King Alfred allowed you to shadow him throughout his day, believing that you could provide valuable insights into his own activities. It was a decision that would lead to a profound connection between the two of you.

Every day, you diligently prepared poultices and medications for the king’s ailments, and often you’d recite the recipe to him and explain the purpose of each herb and plant that went into it. He found that he trusted you completely but he was still comforted by your transparency and the efforts you took to explain things to him. Sometimes he would insist on accompanying you on walks and you would point out the various native English plants and their counterparts back home. You also documented the king's activities and observations in your notebook. At times, he would request to see your notebook, often just to admire the beauty of your script. He marvelled at the graceful lines of your writing, and the intricate calligraphy that adorned the pages.

Your interactions went beyond the formalities of your initial meeting. King Alfred, always eager to learn, would occasionally ask you to translate certain passages from your native language and over time, your bond grew stronger. King Alfred began to look forward to each day, eager to see your bright and colourful veil, a striking contrast to your plain English gowns. He would wonder which hue you would choose, and it became a delightful anticipation in his daily routine.

Your conversations transcended the realm of duty and scholarly pursuits. The two of you shared your favourite books, discussing the nuances of various works and debating the merits of different translations. Your insights challenged Alfred's own understanding, and he cherished these moments of intellectual stimulation.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, Alfred realized that you had become an important fixture in his life. your presence was a source of inspiration, a reminder of the power of knowledge, and a testament to the potential for understanding and collaboration between different cultures.

He found himself thinking of you when he was apart from you, reminiscing about how your eyes would dance with mirth as you argued with him about the inaccuracies of translated works, or how your laughter would fill the palace corridors. You had not only enriched his pursuit of knowledge but had also touched his heart, becoming a cherished friend and confidante in the process.

Alfred could still vividly recall the way you had looked at him with genuine wonder and appreciation when he had shown you his humble library. He knew that compared to the great libraries of Alexandria and Baghdad, his collection was modest, but you had delighted in it all the same. Your eyes, filled with curiosity and admiration, had swept over the numerous scrolls and manuscripts, taking in the wealth of knowledge contained within those walls.

In that moment, as you softly murmured your thanks, Alfred felt his breath catch. He was struck not only by the beauty of your physical presence but also by the grace with which you carried yourself and the genuine enthusiasm you displayed for learning. Your voice had a melodic quality that lingered in his memory. It was a voice that seemed to breathe life into the ancient texts that surrounded you and the king found himself quite enamoured with you. The two of you spent many a late night pouring over scrolls together, and although he always kept a respectful distance, Alfred found himself wanting to brush away the stray strands of hair that fell across your forehead, having escaped the tightly bound coil you usually kept your hair in.

Tonight was one such night as the dim light of the candle burned low, and after a lively discussion on herbal medicine, you had fallen asleep on one of the ancient manuscripts. Alfred, his mind still buzzing with the echoes of your conversation, fought against the pull of sleep. Instead, he watched you slumber, his heart filled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness.

In the soft candlelight of the library, you appeared even more enchanting. Your thick eyelashes brushed against your cheeks as you slept peacefully, your features serene. Your form rose and fell with each gentle breath, a rhythmic reminder of the tranquil cadence of sleep. Alfred couldn't help but be captivated by your beauty in this unburdened state. The play of shadows and light highlighted the delicate contours of your face, and the soft glow of the manuscripts around you lent an almost ethereal quality to the scene. You looked like a vision from a dream.

As he watched your slumber, a sudden, unexpected urge welled up within him. He was struck by the temptation to lean in and kiss you, but he quickly banished the traitorous thought. What an absurd thing for a king to do, to force his affections on a guest in his home. Especially when he had no way of knowing if you returned his feelings. He would have to content himself with the simple act of watching you sleep, his heart filled with a deep and unspoken longing.

He also found himself wondering if you were betrothed, for you couldn’t possibly be married and still be here. What man would not accompany you or let you out of his sight if you were his wife? Although you had discussed many things, you did not stray close to personal topics such as family. You were only a few years younger than him and surely you had to have someone in your life. And even if you didn’t, what could you possibly want with an ailing man like him when a woman as accomplished as you could have anyone in the world?

Such melancholy things plagued him as he eventually drifted asleep on the table across from you, his final thoughts fixating on what it might feel like to have your lips against his. 

[v3nusxsky]

heya, i have a lil requesting regarding larissa weems x reader BUT before i say, i wanted to tell u i LOVE your work SO friggin much!! <3

anyway, i was wondering if maybe you could write about larissa and the reader just having cute lil moments throughout the day for example:

- holding hands through the halls/corridors

- larissa admiring the reader in general settings eg: whilst at the poe cup, when she’s giving her speech in jericho

- i think it would be really cute if there was a moment where they are just hugging and their foreheads meet?

- and maybe just a super passionate and intense smut scene followed by fluff??

i know this is all like super specific, sorry 😭

Hey darling, I’m so glad you love my work! I love that it is really touching some people’s hearts. It makes my day to hear how my writing makes people feel. And receiving your prompts makes my day.<3

Memories of us | fluff

*Authors note~ This prompt is just so adorable I couldn't help but run to write this it's so cute and I love the idea of it being flashback's maybe that's just me?*

Trigger warnings~ none ?

Prompt~see the ask^^^^

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Larissa had to go out of town for a conference, and you couldn't help but miss her terribly. You knew it was only a few days, yet you immediately noticed her absence in your daily routines. It's funny how she had quite literally invaded every corner of your brain. There was always something reminding you of the women. You noticed how not seeing her was impacting your mood. The first day you tried to busy yourself in work. Which worked until there was no more work to do. Which is how you ended up on the second night, in her office with a glass of her wine and her blanket draped over your shoulders as you watched the flames complete their game of chase. The flames twisting and flickering away from the other seemed to put you in a trance, you allowed your mind to take you to your happy place. Her.

The first thought was purely a need. You missed how whenever you and Larissa were walking around the school she would tightly intwine her long slender fingers with yours. You would walk the halls hand in hand, the pad of her thumb stroking over the top of your hands to provide comfort that would ease your anxiety. The halls could be crowded and overwhelmingly noisy, all things she knew made you incredibly anxious. Seeing as your main love language was physical touch, yet it wasn't quite appropriate for the headmistress to be all over another teacher, she always found the most intimate yet discreet ways to comfort you. When you would reach your destination she would bring your hand to her lips and kiss it gently before whispering an I love you. It was routine. A daily occurrence. And one you missed dearly, walking the halls the past two days had been overwhelming and you longed to have your protective love back, guiding you through the crowds.

You then thought of how she handled her job so impressively well, anytime you got the chance you would admire her in action. Your favourites were events in the public eye, the Poe cup and even Outreach day, all presented opportunities for you to admire the women from the crowd. You loved how she would clasp her hands together in front of her body as she patiently waited for her turn to talk. And when she spoke you loved how her eyes would sparkle with pure emotions. She truly loved her job and the children at Nevermore, in fact she showed that love and care on a daily basis but there was just something about how she adored showing just how proud she was of each and everyone of them to anyone who will listen. Such a kind heart.

On days like today, where everything was just too much, you adored the quite time you got with her after the school day had ended. The times where you would either find purchase on the sofa and read as she worked on sending important emails before joining you, or the days you'd retire to be earlier just to cuddle. Either scenario would involve a glass of red wine and each others company. The very thing you both craved all the time. If you could you'd allow her to wrap you in her arms and never let go. In these moments one of you would move to kiss the other, desperate to show your love and feel their lips on yours once more. It was frustrating during school hours, she would look utterly kissable and you couldn't do anything about it. The pair of you would only pull back when breathing became necessary. Not wanting to leave the blissful bubble you had created you kept your eyes closed, foreheads resting on each others as your lips turned up into a smile and your hands desperately clawing at each other to keep the other as close as humanly possible.

And those nights where you both would engage in the most delicious form of distressing yourself from the hard day or simply spending hours worshiping each other's beautiful bodies. Your normal role of the submissive and hers of the donme were forgotten on these nights. Nights where you would bring each other to pleasure  as you continued to worship them. And at the end of the night you'd be begging for a break, content to snuggle into her arms and sleep the night away. But not before a bath was drawn for the pair of you, Larissa slipping in first and guiding you to lay your exhausted body back on hers. Here she would lovingly wash your body in your favourite bath soap before helping you out of the bath and dressing into comfy sleep wear. Only then would she quickly rush through her nightly routines, eager to have you back in her arms. Once you were both settled her hand would find its way to your back to rub slow soothing circles on, whispering words of praise and love to you, watching as you drifted off to a peaceful slumber knowing you were safe in her arms.

Yeah it was safe to say you missed everything about the women. No one could ever compare to her grace and beauty, but also you could never move from one and another as fiercely as much as you loved Larissa Weems. But it was just two more days before she was home with you. You could do that. Worth every second when you get to see,touch,hear and feel her presence. Just two more days.

Word count~ 1090

[angelsmist]

JUST ONE NIGHT

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: your roommate convinces to go out for once with a few “friends” who aren’t exactly fond of you. unfortunately, they take it a bit too far…

contains: drinking, crying, fluff at the end, partying, anxiety

disclaimers - this is not my idea!! all credits to @/ vargskelegore for hbcu shuri. it is an amazing idea. however, the storyline is mine. also, i would prefer if only black people read this story, simply because it is a reader insert specifically for us. thank you <3

this got sooo long but i don’t feel like splitting it into two LMFAOOO and if u can’t tell i started rushing by towards the end 💀

“come on, girl. it’s a good chance to get to know other people.”

“i’m cool with the people i know now,” you told tati , resisting her grip on you. “plus, i need to-”

“study?” she finished for you. “we not doing that today. it’s a friday night and that excuse is overused.”

“overused, but good.”

“just go out this one time, and if you don’t enjoy your night, then i’ll never ask you again,” tati bargained, tugging your shoulder.

“parties are crowded, sweaty, and loud,” You began. “all of which are things i don’t like.”

“pleaseeee…” she dragged out, tugging on your shoulder even harder. tati was relentless, and you knew going out with her at some point was something that was inevitable.

“i don’t have anything to wear.”

“oh, girl. you know i always have something for you.”

you wore a black, strapless, sparkly dress that hugged your body in ways that you weren’t entirely comfortable with. regardless, though, you looked amazing. as much as you hated to admit it, tati may have been right.

along with your dress, you wore black heels with black lace swirling around your leg, stopping below your knee. tati had supplied you with some perfume that came with body glitter, so you were glimmering, literally.

“quit being shy,” tati complained, rolling her eyes at you pushing up your dress. she squinted her eyes, a teasing smile on her face. “show them titties.”

a laugh escaped your lips, but you tried your best to remain still since she was doing your makeup.

she finally stopped, turning you back around to the lit up mirror so you’d see what she did. “alright, all done-” the doorbell rang, grabbing her attention easily. “that must be them! meet me outside when you’re done.”

tati was inviting her girlfriend, along with her girlfriend’s friends. you liked her girlfriend, syniah. she was a kind person. you couldn’t say the same for her friends, though. you didn’t hang out with them often, and that was intentional. they didn’t like “outsiders” or some shit like that, so whenever you hung out with them, they’d be closed off. you never really cared, though. you always had tati with you whenever you were around them, and it’s not like you liked them, anyways.

that’s why you were skeptical about going to a party with them. but, as long as you had tati, you were sure you’d be fine.

your phone dinged, snapping you from your thoughts. it was shuri.

princess 💕

hey, do you mind if we study tonight? that history test we have on monday is stressing me out a bit

with smile on your face, you texted back.

you

while i would much prefer to do that, i promised my roommate that i’d go out with her and some other people. i’m probably gonna end up bailing within an hour, though. so if you’re not asleep by then, i’ll text you fs

princess 💕

you? going to a party? what kind of universe have i been transferred to?

you

ha ha😒. i’ll send you pictures as proof if ur not convinced

princess 💕

i’ll be counting on that 😪

you grabbed your black purse, placing your phone in it while walking out of your dorm. waiting for you, was tati, syniah, and her three other friends.

“took you long enough,” one of them, who you remembered as kendall grumbled.

“beauty takes time,” tati spoke for you, moving from beside her girlfriend to grab your hands. “and by that, i mean i did her makeup and picked out this outfit, so y’all better hype her up.”

“you look amazing,” syniah complimented before turning to her girlfriend. “and you, you are doing my birthday makeup.”

“as if that was ever a question,” tati replied, placing a kiss on her lips.

your face twitched and scrunched up in fake disgust. “don’t forget about the other four people here.”

tati broke the kiss, cutting her eyes at you. “this could be you and you-know-who if you wasn’t so scary.”

you cut your eyes right back at her. before you could scold her for even mentioning shuri, another one of syniah’s friends, madison, beat you to it. “who? the princess?”

you and your roommate exchanged looks, sharing the same irritated expression. you replied to her first. “nah. me and shuri just friends. why?”

“i just be seeing y’all around campus laughing and stuff, so i thought you two go together,” she explained. “if not, though. you can put me on, right?”

you refrained from lunging at the girl. she barely looked your way, now she was asking you to put her on with the girl you liked? “i’ll try, but shuri don’t go for that stuff. you gotta get to know her, you know? just say hi to her on campus or something. i’m not a messenger.”

“it sound like you feeling her, but ight.”

“okay, we’re gonna be later than we already are,” syniah interjected, seeing that you were getting visibly upset. “we should get to the car.”

everyone agreed, going towards the exit of the place. tati stayed behind, waiting for you so she could say a few words. “let’s not cause a stir tonight, alright?”

“then tell that girl to mind her damn business,” you retorted, getting a bit heated. “she talking like she know shit.”

“you know what? just stick by me for the rest of the night. i’ll make sure none of them come near you.”

you breathed in and out deeply, attempting to calm yourself. you were going out, and causing a fight, whether it be physically or verbally, was not on your list. “that’s the plan.”

well, you can proudly say that tati was right. maybe too right.

you were actually having a really good time. you didn’t think you’d be drinking that might, but you got a bit cuaght up and did a few rounds of shots.

even syniah’s friends were fun. they were assholes most of the time, but they knew how to have a good time. maybe they weren’t so bad.

you could not be more wrong.

“hey, do you guys know where tati went?” you inquired, realizing that she was nowhere to be found. she had been by your side all night, so you didn’t blame her for wanting to have fun on her own. you were just growing worried.

kyah turned to you, looking around. “uhh, i don’t know. she’s probably with syniah.”

your nerves were eased for only a moment, when you saw syniah approaching from a distance. and tati nowhere to be found. you became worried, once again.

“oh,” kyah frowned, sitting up from the couch you all were on. “i guess not.”

madison sat up. “i think i heard tati say she was going to the kitchen for another drink. you can check there.”

you picked up your purse from your lap, hanging the strap of it on your shoulder, and stood from the couch. you weren’t too fond of the idea of getting lost in a sweaty crowd looking for your friend, but tati could be in the same situation, and you didn’t like the idea of her being by herself considering the fact you told her that you didn’t wanna be alone. you began to walk, but you were stopped by kendall who had stood up as well.

she looked apologetic for some reason. you were too intoxicated to care at the moment. “maybe i’ll come with you. you’re drunker than all of us, so-”

kyah interrupted the girl, handing you a bottle of water. “she’ll be fine. i need your help with something. remember, ken?” she turned back to you.

you shook off their weird behavior because, well, you were drunk. “i’ll be fine. just check your phones in case i call.”

with that, you walked off, beginning to search for your roommate.

you knew calling her name aloud would do no good, seeing as lil baby was blasting in your ears and everyone else’s.

you made your way through the crowd, constantly apologizing for bumping into others until you made it to the kitchen.

much to your dismay, tati wasn’t there. you figured she had left, but after asking a few people, she apparently hadn’t been there at all.

you decided to go back to the couch, to question the girls, but they weren’t there either. the thought of them setting you up flew into your mind, but you didn’t think they’d go that far.

although, it did make sense. why kendall seemed sorry before you left to find tati. still you held out hope that all the fun you had that night with them wasn’t just to get you by yourself.

in the middle of the never-ending crowd, you opened your water bottle, only to have it thrown to the ground because of someone bumping into you. stupidly, you squatted down to retrieve the only thing that could sober you up just a little, but you were knocked off your feet by the mindlessly swaying guests at the party.

you tried to shout to get someone to stop and help you up so you wouldn’t get tramped alive, but the music seemed to increase every time you spoke. you couldn’t tell if that was actually happening, or if your brain created that illusion.

thankfully, a stranger noticed you and helped you up from the floor. after muttering a quick thank you, you departed from them, still in search of the people you came with.

you dug into your purse, frantically searching for your phone. once you found it, you firstly dialed tati’s number. voicemail.

then syniah’s. voicemail.

then kendall’s. voicemail.

you didn’t bother with the other girls. there was no point and you had figured it out already, even though you were drunk and your brain was slowly shutting down. you had been set up. you had nothing to wake you up, and the effects of the drinks you had were already starting to weigh in even more.

your eyes began to water and you felt a lump forming in your throat. your fingernails dug into the palm of your hands as you bit back a sob. “shit, shit, shit, shit.”

this place was too big, and truthfully, you were too scared to start looking around. you could find yourself in places that you wouldn’t wanna be.

you were hurt. that tati could be in on something like this. she made a promise to ensure you enjoyed your night, now she was apart of the very reason why it was ruined.

you let your tears fall freely, not wanting your vision to blur even more than it already was beginning to. not a single person in the crowd noticed your sobs over the loud music. you continued walking until you were outside of the house and away from the property as a whole since there were still people outside.

you stopped a few blocks away, plopping down on a curb. you cried the entire time while walking there, but you let your loud sobs out once you knew you were alone.

pulling out your phone once again, you dialed the number of the one person you even felt like talking to anymore. she didn’t answer either. which didn’t shock you, since it was almost two in the morning. you left a message, hoping she’d somehow receive it. your only alternative at this point was to walk home, and you were absolutely that it would result in you getting kidnapped.

you tried to keep your cries down so you could speak, but it just resulted in annoying hiccups that wouldn’t go away.

“shuri, i’m gonna send you my-“ hiccup. “-location. my friends, err, not friends, they-“ hiccup. “-left me behind. i don’t know where they-“ hiccup. “-are. and i’m scared because i’m alone on this curb and the only light here is a streetlight-” hiccup. "-which keeps going on and off. but i’m scar-” hiccup. “-ed to go back into the party because i don’t feel safe i-” hiccup. “in there with a bunch of strangers either. i’m also drunk asshitso i’m barely-” hiccup. “-thinking straight. i hopeyoucan understand what i’m-” hiccup. “-saying.”

you hung up the phone, only praying that she’d be there soon. in the meantime, all you could do was wait. unfortunately, you were growing tired. but falling asleep in a place like this…not the best idea.

you had finally stopped crying, but being alone in your thoughts only restarted the cycle. you felt so betrayed. you knew syniah’s friends were low, but this was another low. if something bad happened to you, it’d be their fault, and there’s no way they weren’t aware of that. the fact that they knew the risks and still went through with a plan like this one made you sick to your stomach sickened you. you were hurt by tati the most. you never thought her to be apart of something like that.

your heart felt heavy, and so did your head. you buried it into your knees that were pressed to your chest. you just wanted to close your eyes for a second.

just for a second.

you didn’t even realize you had snoozed off for a few minutes until you heard the sound of someone shuffling behind you. the effects of alcohol were still heavy, but you were alert.

maybe you were stupid to be alone in the street in the middle of the night, but you needed a place that was quiet and wouldn’t result in you passing out.

you tried to keep the fear from being detected in your voice. you threw your purse a few feet away, planning on making a run for it. “my money’s in there, please, just leave me alone.”

you felt deeply relieved when you heard a small chuckle erupt from behind you, one that you actually recognized. “i don’t think i need money, but thank you for the offer.”

you looked up, placing your hand above your eyebrows to see the person and block the streetlight from ruining your view. relieved would be an understatement at this point to describe how you felt when you saw her face. shuri went to pick up your purse before walking back up to you and offering her hand.“let’s get you to my car.”

shuri gingerly wrapped one of your arms around her shoulder and held your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. carefully, she guided you to her vehicle. once you were inside, she put your seatbelt on for you and shut the door.

as shuri walked around the car and entered the driver’s seat, you realized she had parked near the party, meaning a lot of people saw the princess placing you in the car like some kind of girlfriend. you didn’t care though, since you were more concerned about other things. tiredly, you turned away from the window so you wouldn’t have to look at the gawking partygoers and rested your elbow on the side of the car.

shuri handed you a water bottle silently, prompting you to mutter a small “thank you” and taking it from her hands.

you felt embarrassed. you looked a mess. your makeup was smeared and ruined completely because of how many tears you had shed, along with the aftermath of you wiping them away carelessly.

“shuri, i-”

she heard your voice crack just a bit and held up a hand to stop you from speaking. “it’s okay. just rest for now. we can talk when we get to your dorm.”

“no,” you choked out. the last thing you wanted to do was see tati later or in the morning when you woke up. “i don’t wanna go there.”

the princess didn’t have any further questions. “alright. we can go to my dorm if you want.”

you hummed in acknowledgment. you couldn’t find the energy to speak anymore, feeling your eyelids suddenly grow heavy.

about twenty minutes later, you were woken up to feeling someone shaking your shoulder softly and whispering your name.

“don’t make me carry you bridal style,” shuri teased.

you offered a sleepy smile, still pretty much half asleep. “you won’t.”

she did.

the next few minutes were spent by shuri actually staying true to her words despite the odd looks she got from the people on the first floor. she kept having to tap you awake to make sure people were aware that she wasn’t carrying a dead body to her room.

once you two actually arrived to her room, she placed you on the right side of her bed. kneeling down to bring her face to your level, she spoke. “yam uthando, i know you are tired, but you need to shower.”

your eyebrows knitted together. “what does that mean?”

she let out a quiet snicker because of the fact that the name she called you was all you picked up on. “don’t worry about that. i have a spare towel in the bathroom and i will set some clothes for you, okay?”

you frowned, slurring your words. “i’msotired, though.”

“i know, (name).” she brought her face closer to yours, placing her hand on your cheek. “but you must shower. i’ll set a bath for you. try and wake up a bit.”

with that, she trotted into the bathroom, turning on the water. you knew it’d be on the colder side rather than the warm one, making you dread it even more. you sat up from the bed slowly, rubbing your eyes.

finally rising from the bed, you made your way over to shuri’s vanity to take in your appearance. you sat down on one of the two chairs near the vanity. your smeared makeup just reminded you of what had taken place earlier that night. all you could think of is the worst. the worst that could’ve happened being alone in a place like that. or if you were forced to walk home by yourself or hitch a ride with a stranger from the party. the worst could’ve occurred if shuri wasn’t awake and able to pick you up.

you could see her enter the bedroom behind you through the mirror and concern flooding her features when she noticed your teary-eyed look in the mirror.

she sat next to you on the other seat that was near the vanity. she reached into one of the drawers, pulling out makeup remover. had this been anyone else, you’d refuse because you would think it’s out of pity. but, for shuri, you just knew that wasn’t the case. and because of that, your nerves were easing.

“i didn’t even know you did makeup.”

shuri flashed her teeth. “yeah, no, i usually take drunk girls to my dorm to remove their makeup and set a bath for them.”

her attempt at making you smile was successful. “and here i was thinking i was special.”

the grin on her face faded after a few moments and she becomes serious. “are you okay with telling me what happened yet?”

she uses her finger to bring you closer to her face by your jaw and you suddenly felt weak again.

you close your eyes as she drags the wipe across your eyelids. “to tell you the short version, my roommate convinced me to go out with her, like i told you earlier. i was having fun, up until they all decided to play some stupid joke on me where they leave me by myself at a party with a crowd of strangers and no protection. that’s when i left and called you.”

“so that’s why you didn’t want to go to your dorm,” she said, more of a statement rather than a question. you nodded, anyway. “i’m so, sorry, (name). i don’t usually like to do this, but i’ll use my privileges if i have to do they get proper punishment for what they did. it was messed up, and imagine what would’ve happened had i not been able to pick you up. i’ve never heard of people being so reckless like this.”

the princess tossed the pile of makeup wipes in the trash and grabbed your wrist to guide you to the bathroom. as you two walked, you cleared your throat. “thank you once again, shuri. i keep thinking about what could’ve gone wrong if i didn’t have you. you have saved me and helped me in more ways than i could imagine. i’m incredibly grateful for you, and trust me, when i sober up in the morning, i plan to prove my thankfulness.”

“you probably can’t do that.” she shook her head. the curly-haired girl handed you a white towel from the bottom of the sink. “you’ll be too busy reeling from a hangover.”

“oh, right. the day after that, then.”

she beamed and then pointed to the bathtub. “shower first, plan later. i’ll get some clothes for you that i can find since you have nothing else to wear.”

you felt very much refreshed after the shower, regardless of the fact that it was cold as hell. you were still tired, but you felt a lot less dirty.

once you had changed, shuri supplied you with a head wrap since you didn’t have a bonnet with you either.

you had collapsed into her bed incredibly easily. you just wanted to put everything that had occurred to rest, at least for the night. you were so drained that you could barely function.

shuri joined you in bed after shutting off the lights and plugging in your very dead phone. as soon as she entered the bed, she faced you. “once again, i’m sorry for everything you endured tonight.”

“it’s not your fault, shuri. you don’t need to apologize. you’re not responsible for their actions,” you reassured her. “oh, and one of the girls wanted your number, by the way. just in case you’re into that.”

“oh, shut up,” she teased, letting out a breathy chuckle. “you can let her know that i’m not interested in people who purposely hurt my friend.”

that definitely cheered you up a bit, although the friend title stung just a little. it was silent for a few seconds after that, and because of that, you mind wandered elsewhere. you didn’t have much willpower because of how tired you were, so your eyes innocently flickered to shuri’s lips. you found yourself staring. her lips looked so kissable.

shuri furrowed her eyebrows, an amused smile tugging at her mouth. “what?”

your eyes widened. did you say that out loud? “what?”

“you just said-”

“oh! my bad, i didn’t mean to say that out loud. i wasn’t thinking it for like a long time, though! it was like an intrusive thought, and it just popped up.”

she laughed again. “i know. it’s alright. just rest.”

you closed your eyes, but something felt off. “can you do that thing where you rub circles on my hand whenever i’m trying to sleep? i think i need it tonight more than anything.”

she didn’t reply, but simply just began to do so. you fell asleep soon after that, but shuri, however, couldn’t. she was just admiring you and your beauty. bast, you were perfect in her eyes. even a drunken mess, you looked amazing. she truly was falling for you. even when you made that comment about her lips, she wanted to ask you to kiss her, but this was not how she wanted your second kiss to be. the first one was already forced, courtesy of your family, but she wanted the next to actually be special.

and how could she forget about her plan to invite you to wakanda for winter break? there was no christmas in wakanda, so she feared that you’d say no for that reason. once again, it was her obliviousness talking. unbeknownst to her, you’d say yes the second she asked because the thought was in your mind as well.

just when the princess started to drift off, your phone began to ring loudly. she was scared that you’d wake up, so she immediately reached her hand over your body to grab your phone. she was going to decline because of how late it was. that was until she saw the name.

tati.

she had a lot of words to say to your roommate, none of which were nice. angrily, she answered.

“hello?”

“hello, (name)! where the hell are you, girl? you haven’t been answering any of my texts or calls, and i’ve searched this house like a million times! you’re scaring me, dude! can you please confirm that you’re okay and safe and tell me where you are? i can’t find you, and the girls are saying that you ditched them for some girl, but me and syniah don’t believe that because you’re awful at flirting and you’ve been attached to me the entire night. syniah said you left as she was walking up to you and the girls and she hasn’t seen you since. i’m on the verge of passing out. please say something.”

well, that certainly caught shuri off guard. she looked over at you, completely knocked out. waking you up was off the table, but shuri knew she couldn’t leave tati in the dark.

“hey, tati. this is shuri.”

shuri could hear her gasp through the phone. “shuri? why do you have (name)‘s phone?”

“because your friends were the ones that ditched her. she was alone, and i had to get her myself. i don’t want to be invasive, but you should seriously reconsider who you hang out with. they didn’t have a problem with leaving (name) by herself, knowing what could’ve happened, especially since she was drunk.”

“i knew i couldn’t trust those bitches! they’re not my friends, by the way, and i’ll make sure syniah drops their asses. but just to make sure, (name) is okay, right?”

“yes. she’s asleep,” shuri confirmed. “she didn’t want to come to the dorm because she thought you were involved in this incident as well.”

the hurt was evident in tati’s voice. “oh. well, can you clear things up with her when she wakes up, then? the last thing i need her to do is be mad at me right now.”

“of course,” shuri agreed. “goodnight, tati.”

“goodnight, shuri. and thank you so much for being there. you truly do care about her more than anybody who has ever come into her life since i’ve known her.”

tati hung up after that, leaving shuri udaku in silence, beaming like a complete idiot.

[littledollll]

Okay so I’m like massively over excited over getting more little r and lucifer and I’ve got a list of prompts to send your way. This one is one of my favourites of my list and I can’t help but send it to you rn😂 I’m honestly throwing so many at you I apologise but you just write so beautifully I can’t contain myself.

Prompt} wings. All I need to say. In their little space the angel is absolutely star struck with lucifers wings, traces them with their fingers giggling at the way they flex underneath their fingers. Lucifer worries because his wings aren’t what they use to be but the angel is absolutely fascinated by them and loves when they wrap their little up in their wings rocking them to sooth them into a slumber.

Okay I will try to contain myself now and give you some time. Your work is my new addiction and I’m not mad about it.

~ all the love shy anon

Rest, my little angel (pt.3)

(Before this, Sweet little angel)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Other requests in this:

- “lucifer could be the most adorable being when dealing with his angels nightmare, lucifer would internally panic but keep their kind calming persona for his angel.”

- “R requests that luci lays on them so they can feel lucifer weight helping to ground them in their little state. However lucifer worried their weight would be harmful to the r but when they hear the little cute noises coming from r and see r fighting exhaustion they can't help but smile at the fact they can bring r comfort just from being them.” ~ shy anon🕊️

A/n: I fell asleep 3 times writing this, ya boy is tired. I feel like I followed the requests but not to a T so tell me if it’s any good, I know Lucifer was supposed todo more of the comforting from nightmare part but I felt like this was a good way to introduce Morpheus into the story!

Warnings: nightmare but like that’s literally it

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You were still shaken up when Lucifer decided that today had been such an exhausting day, their little angel just needed to get to sleep, you complained (of course) but eventually gave in, on one condition. “mm fine but u stay with me?” Lucifer pretended to think about it for a second too long making you pout and poke their face to get their attention. “Very well no need to get violent, tiny.” As much as Lucifer’s comfort helped you keep calm in your waking hours you knew the dreaming would not offer the same kindness, stressful days came backed up by nightmares. You knew why, you understood the function and didn’t disagree with it, still you didn’t want to wake up alone.

You hurried over to settle into bed dragging them along with you, they chuckled at this. “Considering you were fighting me on not going to bed about two seconds ago I have to consider something changed your mind here.” You quickly grabbed your stuffed bear, emery, from the group of others around the room and jumped into bed. “Luci?” They hummed in response as they settled in bed readying for you to jump in their arms. “Can- could u maybe-“ you sighed. Giving up on talking you laid on the bed and pulled them to lay on top of you.

This confused Lucifer. “Little dove, what are you doing? Aren’t you a little too small for me to lay on you?” You giggled and nuzzled into their chest. “Oh alright, you promise to tell me to move when you need, yes?” You nodded and sighed happily, snuggling impossible closer to them blocking any and all light in the room, you always did this, hide away from the light yet refuse to actually turn it off. You can’t remember when you dozed off, Lucifer’s hand gently brushing through your hair and their weight over you keeping you grounded and comfortable.

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You woke in a dark room. Not just dark, pitch black, you couldn’t see where it ended, no sight of walls , you couldn’t even see the floor under you, it was all just darkness, you’d guess you were in the center of this odd room. After a beat of silence something or someone lunged at you from the dark, missing you by an inch you felt them move past you. As you were helpless to move from your spot, your arm was grabbed and you let out a scream at the feeling of being dragged. Then the point of view changed.

Still you couldn’t see anything. But now instead of physically feeling it you could hear. Your own screams of terror and the snarls form what you would guess was a demon. The demon. A chill ran down your spine as you tried to get away from the scene, but what’s the point of running in a void of nothingness? It only tired you out, you couldn’t breathe, your legs were sore and your heart pounded, yet the screams and growls still felt like they were only two feet away.

You curled into yourself sobbing until the screams faded and all you were left with was an unsettling silence. And then a voice you recognized very well, careful and calculating, gentle. “Hello, little star..” Morpheus. You opened your eyes to be met with the sight of him knelt in front of you. “over?” You asked in a shaky voice. Morpheus nodded. “It’s been a while, little one. Has Lucifer been treating you nicely?” You nodded, a smile making its way to your face. “It’s time to wake up then, I have nothing to worry about I see, Lucifer is worried for you. I will visit you again, little star.”

You missed him. Morpheus found you through your dreams, sometimes you’d go to sleep little and wake up in the dreaming just the same, he promised to take care of you whenever you did, and that he did. Every night in heaven, but stopped when you came to hell, you guess he knew you were in capable hands now, the check in was nice though, he truly did care.

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Lucifer woke to your whimpers and the slight twitching in your body, like you were trying to get away from something. They panicked, and Immediately moved off you and sat on their knees to get a good look at you. Your brows were furrowed and you looked about to cry, every so often your arms would tense, your breathing was uneven.

They decided to wake you as gently as they possibly could, their hand caressed your face, thumb going between your worried brows they sat against the headboard and pulled you into their arms, sitting you up against them. You relaxed in their hold and then your eyes fluttered open. You hid into their arms. “I don’t wana leave again..” your shaky small voice worried them. “What did you see, my little angel?”

“dark” you stated simply and chose to continue. “It grabbed me, I- then attacked I think-“ as you spoke their wings wrapped protectively around you, distracting you from your words. As your hand lightly traced over them, you giggled when it twitched under your touch. Lucifer seemed worried for reasons you couldn’t pinpoint. “Your wings won’t turn into this. I made sure of it, little angel.” you hummed in a questioning tone. “pretty! n cool like- like dragon” “You think so, angel?”

You nodded a little too fast making Lucifer chuckle. “Thank you, sweet dove. Are you alright?” You nodded again. “Scary but morphy came n stops it!” you felt so protected under their hold, it was safe and warm, you started to feel sleepy again but fought it since you wanted to keep talking. “Morpheus, my love? I wasn’t aware you two knew eachother.” “uh-huh! Morphy take cares in dreams back in silver city!” you yawned.

“You never thought to tell me, little one?” Shaking your head you nuzzled into their chest. “he stop after I came here” Lucifer seemed lost in through for a moment. “Did you know he and I are good friends? I could extend an invitation his way if you wish to see him, little dove.” You were too tired to do anything besides hum in confirmation, Lucifer smiled rocking you lightly in their arms. “Rest, my little angel, we can talk more in the morning.”

[allylikethecat]

ohhh yay more prompts, would love an angsty gatty “helping your partner undress”

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First off, thank you SO MUCH for sending this in! I really like this prompt list and was so absolutely, mind blowingly thankful that someone sent me one. Second of all, I am so incredibly sorry that it took me a literal month to finish. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it! I might have gone a little heavy on the angst - though I guess that's not a surprise! If anyone else wants to send in more of these prompts, I can't promise I'll fill them quickly, but I *can* promise that you'll become one of my favorite people and that I will fill it eventually! In regards to this one, let me know what you think! Anyway thank you so much and enjoy!

❤️Ally

Warnings: George's broken shoulder, Matty's referenced addiction

physical intimacy prompts - "Helping your partner undress"

Matty was trembling, his lower lip chewed raw and bloody as he fluttered around George, hands outstretched like he wanted to touch, wanted to help, but afraid that if he did, George would break. Matty was like a hummingbird, if he stopped, he would die. He unlocked George’s hotel room door, his hands shaking. It took him two tries to get the plastic key card into the slot, but he got it on the third try, the door lighting up green. He pushed it open, stepping to the side to let George through, and dropping the pharmacy bag with George’s medication onto the desk, before letting the door slam shut behind them. That answered that question then, George thought, Matty was apparently staying. 

“Do you want anything? I can get you a water bottle from the vending machine? A cup of tea? I’ll get you a cup of tea! Are you hungry? The restaurant is still open downstairs, but if you want something else I don’t mind running and getting it. It looked like there were a few places down the street. Wait, it’s almost eight thirty, do you need another one of your pills? They said you could take it any time after eight fifteen-” Matty said in a rush before George cut him off. 

“Take a breath Matty,” he said, he was exhausted, he just wanted to go to sleep, the painkillers they had given him at the hospital made him feel lightheaded and woozy even if they were wearing off. He just wanted to lay down, he wanted to forget the pain and pretend that the last few hours hadn’t happened.

“Sorry,” said Matty, biting his lip again, George could see flakes of dried blood sticking to his teeth as he tugged on his curls, a nervous habit. “Do you want to sit down? You should sit down.” 

Sitting down actually did sound good, George thought, making his way unsteadily into the hotel room to sit down on the end of the king sized bed, Matty hovering beside him as if ready to catch George if he fell. George didn’t know how that was going to work out, he had at least six inches and more than sixty pounds on him. He groaned, realizing with a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to be able to take his shoes off with his arm in the sling. His shoulder throbbed, reminding him he wasn’t going to be able to take his jeans or shirt off either. The nurse at the hospital had helped him undress for the x-rays, and redress when he was discharged. 

He sighed, “do you mind helping me take my shoes off?” he asked, not able to bring himself to ask for help with his jeans yet. Matty nearly tripped over his own feet as he rushed to George’s side, excited for the opportunity to be useful. George felt a pang of guilt, Matty had been nothing but kind, attentive and supportive, having stayed by his side all day at the hospital, holding George’s hand and murmuring words of comfort and encouragement when George gritted his teeth against the pain. He didn’t deserve George’s anger and frustration, he was angry at the situation, not at Matty and he needed to remember that when the biting words threatened to escape his lips. Matty could just be a lot, especially when he was high and thought that they didn’t know. 

Matty knelt down, and undid the laces, tugging George’s converse sneakers off before setting them neatly to the side. He gave George’s ankle a comforting squeeze and looked up at him through his lashes, messy curls falling every which way. George swallowed hard, trying not to think of the other times Matty had been on his knees between his legs. 

“We’ll have to pick you up a pair of Vans,” Matty said thoughtfully, rocking back on his heels. “The ones you can slip on and off easily.” 

“Okay,” said George, he was exhausted, and Matty looked so hopeful, sometimes it was easier to just agree with him. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you something to eat?” Matty asked, pulling himself to his feet, he was tugging on his curls again, twisting one of the longer corkscrews in the front around his finger. He was chewing on his lower lip again as well, the plush flesh torn and bleeding sluggishly. It made George a little nauseous to look at the way Matty kept licking away the blood, the red staining his teeth. 

“I just want to go to bed,” George said honestly, “thank you though,” he added when he saw the way Matty’s face fell, he was a perpetual open book. 

“Yeah, for sure,” said Matty, letting go of the curl to rub at the back of his neck, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “That makes sense, it’s been a long day.” He bit down on his lip again and George suppressed a wince. “Do you, before I go, do you, need anything?” 

George sighed, Matty drove him crazy, but at the end of the day he did love him, and he didn’t want him to go. “Or you could stay.” 

Matty’s face lit up like he had been told they won a Grammy. “I can do that too,” he said, toeing off his own boots, leaving him in blue socks with corgis on them. 

George swallowed hard, shame coloring his features, he knew there was no reason to be embarrassed, there was no reason for him to feel shame, but he was supposed to be the strong one, the one that had it together, the one that was supposed to take care of Matty and protect him from the world. He didn’t like asking for help. 

“Do you,” he took a deep breath, “do you mind helping me take my jeans off? I can’t get the zipper or the button myself.” he said in a rush, cheeks red. 

“Of course,” said Matty, he stepped forward so that he was standing between George’s legs, gaze down cast, his curls blocking George’s view of his face. Very carefully, with surprisingly steady hands, he unbuckled George’s belt. His gaze was downcast, his chin tilted towards his chest, causing his curls to block George’s view of his face. He was careful, overly respectful as he undid the button before sliding down the zipper. George almost felt bad that between the pain and the prescription pain management, he wasn’t able to get hard. 

“You’re going to have to stand up,” said Matty, his voice managing to take on both a breathless and apologetic quality. 

Taking another deep breath, and holding onto Matty’s shoulder with his good hand for support, George was able to pull himself to his feet, he let go of Matty’s shoulder, teeth gritted in pain. Matty looked up at him, giving him an encouraging smile as he bent down, shimmying the fabric down George’s hips and letting it pool around his ankles. 

George grabbed onto Matty’s shoulder again regaining his balance as he swayed, very carefully stepping out of the jeans, first with his left foot and then his right. 

He felt light headed as Matty helped him sit down again, his shoulder throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. He was breathing heavily, and was filled with self loathing, he shouldn’t be so winded from taking his fucking pants off. He was going to have to sleep in his tee shirt, he decided, even with Matty’s help, if they tried to take it off he would probably throw up. 

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I changed my mind,” he said, his voice coming out strangled. “I want another one of the pills.”

“Coming right up,” Matty said, going into the bathroom to fill one of the glass cups on the counter up with water. When he returned he tore open the brown paper bag from the pharmacy, and glanced at the directions printed onto the label stuck to the orange bottle. He opened it easily despite the childproofing and dumping a few of the pills into his palm. 

“It says to take two,” he said, making his way back to George and handing him two of the little, round, white pills. George took them gratefully, chasing them with a sip of the water. 

“Thank you,” George said honestly. He knew that it was the placebo effect, that the pills hadn’t had a chance to kick in yet, he had just taken them, but he already felt slightly better. “Will you lay with me?” He asked, feeling almost shy. He was feeling needy and alone, he knew he was letting the band down, that they were going to have to scramble to find someone to replace him, and on top of the guilt was the pain.

Matty nodded. “Of course,” he said, shedding his own jeans, and climbing into bed behind him, curling up against George’s back, throwing an arm over his chest, cautious of his sling and broken shoulder. 

George shifted, letting himself be held for once. He closed his eyes and pretended he hadn’t seen Matty pocket the pills for himself.

[poryphoria]

RANDOM QUESTION OUT OF THA BLUE BUT!!! I've been thinking about what various madcom characters' fursonas would be bc i do that with all my hyperfixations and im v curious what animals youd assign them,, (especially crackpo n phoobert bc ur takes on both of them are delightful !!

OHH!!! I REMEMBER U SENDING ME A REQ ABT THIS AND I NEVER GOT TO IT BUT I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO SO IM ABSOLUTELY AT LEAST GONNA GIVE YOU AN ESSAY ABOUT IT

see the thing about this question i LOVE is that you can answer it two ways: "what the characters would say their fursona is" and "what God and everyone else knows their fursona is". "jerma you'd be a rat" vs "lion wolf hybrid king of the junjle". you get me?

we'll start with what they'd make up as fursonas- i think phobos would try to be as realistic as possible n choose a deathstalker scorpion, nd make VERY clear to specify that he has remarkably small claws (so you know how potent his venom is!!!) [scorpion venom is relative to the claw size- smaller claws = more potent venom, as they have less need to hold down their prey!]. tbf he'd probably literally just base it off one of his owned scorpions- no fancy bits n baubles attached, although he would also design UV markings [scorpions, along with many other animals glow under UV light!] for himself so the design isn't necessarily bland or lacking.

crackpot would be the complete opposite, however- he'd be too indecisive with which bird species he likes best that he'd just give up n make an every-hybrid of some manner (tho it WOULD look most similar to a vulture, i think!). he'd literally make a sparklebird. rainbow feathers, scene getup, FUCK YOU let him have fun for once in his miserable life!!! realistically unlike phobos, who cannot ever take the stick out of his ass for 2 seconds to indulge in a little whimsy, i think crackpot probably had a fursona at some point (he just kinda stopped having time to think about it after The Occurrences. you get it!)

now. as for what god and everyone else would assign them....... actually a little tougher. bc a scorpion still feels right for phobos, symbolically- the ole fable about the scorpion and the frog, y'know? DAMMIT, PHOBOS. YOU WIN THIS TIME! but maybe he'd be a species with weaker venom. Just cause. (i could be really extra mean and say pseudoscorpion but cmon man.)

crackpot on the other hand.... ive gone into such meticulous detail about the kinds of bird he could be, but the funniest part is i don't think God would let him be a bird at all. birds are something he takes great comfort in, something he wants to be-- but he's a pretender, he's always worn a mask his whole life, always wished he could be somebody else. he'd be something that exhibits batesian mimicry [batesian mimicry is when one harmless species mimics another, more threatening species]-- i think he'd be a hoverfly, a type of fly that mimics bees! alternatively he could be a salamander but i don't have cool symbolism reasons for that i just think it's right.

TLDR;

if we're talking "jerma you'd be a rat" phobos could be a scorpion or pseudoscorpion and crackpot would either be a hoverfly or salamander, if we're talking "lion wolf hybrid king of the junjle" phobos would be an ostensibly cooler scorpion & crackpot would be some kinda sparklebird.

TY FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO WRITE AN ESSAY!!!! i love prompts like this so so much plsplspls don't hesitate to send me three hundred asks of this nature I LOVE FEELING LIKE A GREEK PHILOSOPHER

[cacowhistle]

Hi! I saw your HermitCraft fic idea/requests open and I was wondering what are the things you don't want to write about? Just so I don't request any squick you have :>

Oh! And maybe some of your face genres/tropes! :)

!! i appreciate u asking :> i honestly don't have very many squicks? the main thing is genderbent characters/trans character headcanons, i'm just not a fan (kinda strange, considering i'm trans, but idk, it just makes me uncomfy?)

the characters i'm most confident in writing are gem, joel, etho, grian, scar, mumbo, tango, pearl, impulse, cleo, & stress, but i'm always open to trying new characters :]

as for tropes/genres... i'm a big horror fan, and i really enjoy angst & hurt/comfort and whatnot, but i'll write just about anything :> typically i stick to canon, but sometimes i'll tackle an au! i'm not usually a modern au fan but sometimes they do hit right so if you have any modern au prompts dont be afraid 2 send them bc i may still be interested :]

i'm also, ofc, a big watcher grian fan lmaoo i also really like watcher-aligned pearl, and as for ships.... i ship literally everything, so. big fan of mumscarian, grian/etho, grian/joel, joel/etho, grumbo on their own makes me insaaaaane, but yeah just about any ship is something i can do :>