#PCOS!READER

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Hi! I like to request a drabble/fic for Laezel x pcos!Tav(female)? PCOS is Polycystic ovary syndrome, some women have it and has them have hormone imbalances. This causes beards to grow. Can we have Tav (who always had a covering over their face to hide their beard cause they’re ashamed) try to shave it off to look “presentable” for when Lae’zel comes to their bed? This is taking place the night when Lae’zel and Tav sleep together the first time.

omg :0 yes!! i didn't even know this was a thing!! i will deffo try my best to represent this as best as I can and do your ask justice!! also u didn't specify what class you wanted reader to be so for the purpose of the mask, she will be a human paladin! (god isn't important) she will also have more of thick scruufy!!

Eat at your doubts | Lae'zel x Fem!PCOS! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: reader insecure of her looks (rememeber queens, kings and imperial highnesses, y'all are so beatiful and very much deserve ever ounce of love you reviece and more!!), reader cutting her facial hair.

You adjusted your helmet, uncomfortable with the way it was positioned. Trekking your way on the path, you couldn’t wait to head back to camp and take it off. You hear the chatter of your party mates as you all near your last stop, you need to buy a couple of things. Once in the grove, you turn to the group.

“Hey, I need to get a couple of things before we turn in. You guys can head back if you need to.” You say, your voice was somewhat muffled through the helmet. While unconventional at times, you found it easier to hide your face. Thankfully, in a group where everyone had their secrets, no one pressured you for yours. Everyone acknowledged you, before they dispersed, some heading back to camp, others finding something to do. You are about to turn when you hear someone call out to you.

“Istik.” You turn, to see that Lae’zel remains. You hesitate, unsure of what she wants. You weren’t going to lie to yourself and say that you didn’t harbor some feelings for the gith woman, you were fascinated with her. Her mere presence and intimidation were enough to pierce you through your heart.  You turn to face her, letting her know that she has your attention. She doesn’t say anything, looking you over before stating what she wants. “I have a confession. I was too hasty to judge you. I thought you witless, gutless, unimpressively bland.”

“...What about now?” You ask, trying to keep your voice loud enough for her to hear it.

“Now, well- you have earned my respect, and more still. You���ve proven your wits. You are efficient and dominant, in and out of battle. You’ve proven your courage. I swear, you would tear the horns of one dragon to plunge into another.” She says, her voice growing ever so slightly more feral with each inkling of her desire. You feel your face getting warmer at her praise. While odd, your knowledge of gith, while extremely limited, made you understand that being the best soldier there was is the highest of compliments. You tense a bit, however Lae’zel doesn’t seem to notice. If she did, she didn’t make any effort to mention it as she continued. “And you’re hardly bland. Your scent alone is enough to make my neck sweat and my hair stand on end.”

‘Oh!’ was all you could think. You knew for sure that you wanted the woman in front of you. You rack your brain for possible responses that don’t make you sound pathetic. 

“The feeling is mutual, Lae’zel.” You say, surprised you didn’t fumble your sentence. Wanting to return her praise, you continue, “You know how to set my heart racing. Seeing you covered in blood after a battle is when you look your best.”

“Good.” She says with a look that seems to show her satisfaction. You think she is done when she continues, “I want to taste you. Perhaps tonight. Perhaps later. But I want it all the same. Do you?”

“Uhh…” You freeze. You so desperately wanted to share yourself with her, however, there were certain…things hindering you. On the other hand, you knew that you would never get a second shot. Although hesitant, you agree. “Yes. I want to share my body with you Lae’zel.”

“Yes. Perhaps one night soon, I will come to your bunk and take what’s mine.” You flush a little more at her already laying her claim on you. You know deep in your heart that she doesn’t mean it in the romantic sense, but it flutters your heart all the same. “Until that night comes- I shall keep enjoying your scent.”

She leaves soon after, leaving you essentially a puddle. Your brain takes a while to catch up, and after snapping back to reality, you hurriedly turn to the inside of the grove. Rushing to the merchant, you make a list of what you need, adding more to the list. ‘I will need a dagger and mirror…’

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A couple of nights had passed since your talk with Lae’zel. Since then, you grow anxious that she will come up to you with no warning and you will have no time to prepare. Much to your grace, and slight disappointment, there hasn’t been a night since when everything was silent. It was quite hectic, from the dream visitor to meeting Scratch and Wyll’s pact owner and the person who was hunting Karlach. However, it seemed today was going to be the first quiet night in a while. Lae’zel also seemed to notice this, as when the camp wasn’t looking, she pulled you in close and whispered in your ear. “Tonight is when I will claim what is mine. Be prepared for a long night.”

You nodded, and anxiously headed to your tent. Now you sat in your tent, with a handheld mirror and a dagger in front of you. Your helmet was still on. You bring your hands up to your helmet and leave them there for a moment, scared that anyone would walk in. However you knew that no one would, no one ever waltzed into your tent, however, you have this fear stilled into you that they could. Afraid of them seeing you under the mask. Even at night, when your tent walls were the only thing around you, you slept with something covering your face. You even made the extra effort of sneaking off to the nearby lake late at night every day, just to clean off any blood that remained from the battles. Lifting the helmet slowly, still fearful of someone wandering in. Once your helmet passed your nose, you took in the smell of the fresh air around you, the smell of the forest, dirt, lake, and everything overwhelmed you ever so slightly, you considered leaving it on and waiting for Lae’zel that way. You stopped that train of thought as soon as it entered your mind. Out of everyone at camp, you wanted her to be the one to see you. Taking the helmet off entirely, you take a deep breath of fresh air, the cool air of the night relieving you. 

Placing your helmet down next to you, you reach for the mirror with a slightly shaky hand. You can’t bear to stomach the anxiety of seeing your face, since for as long as you could remember, you had avoided your gaze. You knew that if you wanted to do what you needed you needed to see what you were dealing with. In your reflection, you saw yourself, your acne, and your beard still as prominent as it was before the illithid had picked you up. You bring your hand up to your face, touching the scruffy hair that was along your jaw. It seemed that there was way more than normal, which made sense it had been at least a couple of weeks since you last touched your razor. You look at the dagger you picked up at the merchant’s.

While it was still a dagger, it looked fine enough to use as a razor. You reach for it and find a way to find the best way to shave without it being awkward. After some time, you managed to get comfortable, and you started to shave. While it was uncomfortable to shave with no water, you had to do with what you had. Making decent progress, you failed to notice that footsteps approaching. 

“Istik, I have come to sate you and be sated.” Lae’zel opens your tent, startling you and causing you to nick yourself. You pull the dagger away from your face and bring a hand to where you cut yourself. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad, but it still hurt. Hastily grasping at the cloth you use to cover your face in the evening. You pressed the cloth to the lower section of your face, only leaving your eyes, and turned to Lae’zel, who was confused at the entrance of your tent. “What are you doing?”

You don’t say anything, instead opting to look at her. All your life, you have never had the correct answer to explain your situation. No doctor seemed to know what was causing you an abnormal amount of acne, irregular menstrual cycle, deeper than average voice, and the most evident feature, a beard. Physically, you were a woman; you had all the bits and pieces, but you also had the body hair of a man. You even strayed from relationships, throwing yourself deep into your oath, in fear of your partner being turned off by you. Lae’zel moves closer, before kneeling on the floor in front of you. Her hand reaches towards your hand that was holding the cloth. You panic and move back, causing her to growl and reach for your hand. Forcefully, she pulls your hand down, causing you to yelp in surprise and try to stop her. With the cloth no longer around the bottom half of your face visible, Lae’zel sees you in whole. You try to grab the cloth again, however, her grip is so strong that she helps your arm in place. She spends a while looking at you, and feeling ashamed you turn your head.

“You never said what you were doing.” Lae’zel’s stern voice makes you flinch a bit. Still looking away, you try to answer her. 

“I…I was shaving.”

“Why?” Her question caught you off guard. You look at her, now confused. 

“Huh?”

“What are you shaving for?”

“I just…” You trail off, confused as to how she doesn’t understand. “I wanted to look presentable for you.”

“Tas’ki. Did you not listen to me?” She says. You feel your face morph into further confusion. At your expression, she rolls her eyes and explains. “When I told you I wanted you, I meant your strength, your fierceness in battle. All you humans look alike to me. What does it matter to me if you look presentable?”

With the way she explained it, it made sense to you. Feeling foolish, you look down again. You hear her smack her teeth before she drags you out of your tent. 

“Wuh- Lae’zel- Where are we going?”

“To be sated. I came to you to lay my claim on you, and I will before the sun rises. I will lead, you follow.” As she dragged you away from camp, you can’t help but feel free. It had been years since you walked into the night without any of your masks. For you to walk out without worrying about someone judging you. Hand in hand with Lae’zel, you felt your heart flutter at the thought that she accepted you. She wanted you. Regardless of your whole predicament, even if you weren’t desirable to parts of the land, you were wanted by her. 

And truthfully? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONGER THAN I WANTED IT TO ☹️☹️☹️ I was partially researching it to PCOS to see how else it affected women and I wanted to incorperate that as well. Hope you enjoyed and really hope I did this ask justice!! it is also short so I apologize once more :(

[ellecdc]

okay then consider this a request!! for poly!marauders or just remus/james/sirius, whatever you prefer, for a reader with excruciating period cramps (self-indulgent because mine are horrible, but whatever!!) if you could do it that would be awesome ily!

ok I'm sorry I really made this very much self indulgent in maybe the worst way ever lol. I've been having a lot of fun with chef!Sirius lately, and had briefly discussed this idea with @maladaptiveescapism a while back so it felt fitting. I've also gotten a lot of period fic requests before and have never been all that interested in them which is so strange seeing as I'm a person who experiences period's and they're really popular? WOW sorry, what a tangent. TL;DR, thanks for your request, sorry if I ruined it a little, I probably won't ever write a period fic again lol

chef!sirius x mixologist!reader who calls in sick to work because of her period [2.9k words]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

CW: period fic, reader has PCOS, brief allusion to Sirius' shitty childhood, trans!Reggie agenda 'cause I can, Sirius worried reader won't be accepting of his trans brother (spoiler alert, we are because we love our trans homies), Sirius being the worst (positive & affectionate)

Sirius was on his best behaviour today.

Honest to god, hand to his heart, best behaviour.

But there was truly only so much one bloke could do when they had a Jeffery to deal with.

“I’m going to need one of your staff for the evening.” Jeffery said without preamble; standing half-in the kitchen with the swinging door to the floor propped open as if he wanted to ensure there were witnesses to this conversation should it go sideways.

“Jeffery, do you wake up every morning and smoke a bunch of crack before you come to work, or are you really just this dense?” Sirius spat as he dropped his pan in front of him and fought the urge to turn and give the floor manager a withering glare. 

Jeffery, well seasoned to Sirius’ theatrics, bit back an eye roll as he carried on. “We need someone to cover the bar.”

Sirius did turn at that, but his withering glare fell somewhere between aghast and bemused. “The bar?”

“The bar.”

“Why?”

“I need coverage for Y/N.” Jeffery explained with a sigh, clearly growing tired of Sirius’ line of questioning.

“Where is she?”

“She has called in sick, chef.”

“Sick with what?” Sirius continued, causing Jeffery’s brows to furrow as he stared at Sirius bemusedly. 

“I’m not exactly privy to those details, chef.” He explained slowly as if Sirius were some fussy toddler. 

“I just find it hard to believe that the same woman who left the hospital after getting her shoulder reset to come work a full eight hour shift would call in sick.”

Jeffery offered him a shoulder shrug (and a concerned look up and down that Sirius pretended he didn’t notice) before pilfering one of the kitchen staff for the evening. 

Sirius would worry about hating Jeffery later; he was more focused on figuring out what the hell was wrong with you and why you weren’t coming to see him to work. 

Sirius had his phone wedged between the side of his face and his shoulder whilst he juggled the many go-bags he had in his hands as he stood awkwardly outside of the door to your flat.

He admittedly knew where you lived only because he had driven you home after numerous closing shifts.

Fortunately, the intercom system in the anteroom of your building gave away your unit number.

Unfortunately, Sirius still had his hands full with the various go-bags.

Fortunately, an elderly lady was coming in at the same time and let Sirius into the building. 

Unfortunately, she insisted on chatting his ear off the whole lift ride up and actually held the door open to continue conversing even after they had arrived at her floor.

Sirius’ saving grace came in the form of the lift alarm buzzing for having kept the door ajar too long, and she was forced to bid him farewell. 

Which brought him here; standing outside of your flat like some kind of stalker as he waited for you to pick up your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, open your door.”

“Well hello to you too, chef.” You snarked at him again. 

“Yes, yes. I said hey, didn’t I? Open your door.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m standing on the other side of it.” 

There was the sound of a quick exhale and rummaging. “Why?”

“Listen, I’d love to play 20 questions, but do you think you could let me in first?”

You muttered something that sounded an awful lot like a swear before the line ended.

He allowed his phone to slip out of its place and into his awaiting hand when you flung the door open unceremoniously.

Now, Sirius could tell you’d not been expecting any company today; you were in the same clothes you’d likely slept in, your hair was perfectly rumpled from whatever position Sirius had just disturbed you from, and you looked more than a tad embarrassed to see him standing here.

He had sort of hoped you would look like a troll; make this raging flame he carried for you burn a little softer.

But no.

You just had to look ethereal and perfect and lovely and kissable.

Damn woman. 

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked, interrupting the both of you from staring at one another. 

“Helping?”

You made a breathy W sound - as if you were going to ask “what” or “why” but the words died on your lips as you took in Sirius’ many bags. 

“What did you bring?”

“I’ll show you everything if you just let me in.” He muttered as he motioned towards one of your nosey neighbours who had shoved her head out of her door when she first heard Sirius in the hall.

You peered around your doorframe and narrowed your eyes at her before allowing Sirius entry. 

“Finally.” Sirius teased as he moved to place his bags on your kitchen island. 

Sirius had never seen the inside of your flat, but if he had simply stumbled into your space by accident he would have known it was yours immediately. 

There was something so intrinsically you about your space that Sirius immediately felt at home too, even just for having stepped inside. 

“Sorry.” You chuckled somewhat awkwardly; bringing one of your hands to the back of your neck as you considered Sirius and all of his bags. “We’d just been watching some shows.”

Sirius immediately felt his heart fall out of his arse.

We? 

Had he read this completely wrong? Were you seeing someone? Was your home not simply yours, but one that you shared?

He found himself suddenly feeling quite defensive over your flat; it was too lovely, too wonderful, too comfortable for simply just anyone to enjoy.

“We?” He asked suddenly; tone taking on a bit of an edge he didn’t intend or consent to.

You cocked an eyebrow at him and pointed behind you with your thumb; Sirius followed your gesture to a little tabby cat perched on the back of your sofa, tilting its head at the two of you as if it, too, was confused by Sirius’ sudden intonation. 

“You were watching shows with your cat?” He clarified; his voice now breathy in relief. 

“Birdie loves shows.” You countered defensively. 

“You named a cat bird?”

“No.” You argued. “I named my kitten Birdie. Do you not like cats?” You asked then, a teasing smirk growing on your face. 

“I like cats fine; where can I put this?” He asked instead; hoping to god you didn’t notice the blush heating up his face. 

He started unloading the many take-away boxes he’d prepared for you at the restaurant before skiving off the rest of his shift.

“What is this?”

“Food.”

“Sirius, why did you-”

“I asked what helped.” Sirius explained. “You said food; I brought food. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed yet dollface, but food is kind of my thing.”

“Smartass.”

“That too.” He replied with a wink, moving to put the desserts in your fridge. 

“Did you seriously come all the way over here just to bring me food?” You asked disbelievingly as you joined Sirius at the counter and peered into the bags.

Sirius had to tamp down the giddiness that threatened to consume him at how sweet and domestic this felt; you clad in your comfies as you helped him unload groceries. 

“I didn’t come all the way over here just to bring you food…I brought other stuff too.” 

“‘Course you did.” You muttered quietly, looking at Sirius with a look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite decipher.

“Go lay down.” He ordered instead as he went about plating your food - opening cabinets at random until he found what he was looking for. “I don’t hear laying down!” He sing-songed when he saw you still  standing in his periphery. 

You harrumphed before acquiescing; picking up your cat who made a little brrp sound as if to second Sirius’ directions. 

Finally content with his efforts, he moved to stand in front of you with a glass of water and some pasta he brought from work. 

You made an appreciative hum and sat up, which seemed to displease Birdie greatly. “God, maybe I need to find myself a personal chef.”

“Oi! Don’t go replacing me now.” Sirius scolded as he perched himself on your coffee table - perhaps a little casual for being a first time (uninvited) guest in someone’s home - but you didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh the job is so yours chef; you’re welcome here anytime.” You said around a mouthful of food. And even though Sirius knew you were joking, he couldn’t help the giddy fluttering of his heart at the sentiment. 

“This is really good, Sirius, and super thoughtful; thank you.” You offered earnestly. 

“So I guess you don’t have any room for dessert, then?” He asked teasingly; his taunting smirk melting away immediately at the excitement that took over your face before he ran to retrieve it for you. 

“Why is she doing that?” Sirius asked after a while, gesturing towards Birdie with his chin who was rubbing her head against the leg of his pants.

“Why’s she doing what?” You asked bemusedly as Sirius fought every urge to wipe the little bit of chocolate from your upper lip. Unfortunately thankfully for him, you licked it out of his sight. 

“Head butting me; seems quite rude.” Sirius murmured as he watched the cat in bemusement. 

“That’s basically a cat hug, Sirius; she’s hugging you, or saying hello.” You chuckled at him.

“Get out.” He scoffed in disbelief. 

“Cats have little scent markers in their cheeks; when they rub against something, they’re affectionately claiming it as their own.”

“So like a dog pissing on trees?” He deadpanned.

“Affectionately claiming you as their own; offer her your hand, Sirius.”

“But what if she-”

“Chef, offer her your hand.” You barked at him with no heat. 

Sirius narrowed his eyes challengingly at you but did as he was told; pleasantly surprised when the cat moved the rubbing from his trousers to his hand. 

“Have you never met a cat before?” You asked as you considered him.

“No…I have.” Sirius offered slowly, admittedly enjoying the velvety soft fur of your little companion. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” You teased as you placed your now empty dish on the side table. 

“My family had a cat growing up; a horrid thing. I swear to god my mum taught him how to attack me. Loved my brother though, but was nasty as all get out to anyone else.” 

“Really? Was he a stray before he lived with you?”

“Nope.” Sirius offered with a pop of the p. “Raised that fucker from kittenhood. Lived a god awful long time too, just to spite me; I wished every year on my birthday that it would die.”

“Sirius!”

“I’m not joking! My brother and I would sneak cupcakes up to my room and he’d light a candle for me and tell me to make a wish. One of them was always ‘please for the love of god let Kreacher die before me’.” He didn’t think now was the time to admit that his other wish was always ‘please for the love of god let us make it out of here alive’. 

“That’s awful; you’re awful.” You laughed. 

“No, Kreacher was awful; I was but a boy.”

“I can’t believe you got after me for naming my cat Birdie when you had a cat named Kreacher.” 

“I didn’t have a cat named Kreacher, my brother did.” He responded haughtily. 

“Who named him?”

“I did.”

“Why?” You laughed again. 

“‘Cause he was a tiny, awful, hateful little gremlin and needed a name that said as much!” 

The two of you laughed until your hands migrated to your abdomen and you began massaging into your skin; a small divot appearing between your brows.

“What is it?” Sirius asked quietly then.

You tried to shake your head and offered him a tight smile. “S’okay.”

“Is it cramps?”

“Yeah.”

“Lie back.” He instructed as he stood from his seat on the coffee table - his mother would be rolling in her grave if she’d seen him with such a lack of manners.

Good.  

“Sirius, really, you’ve-”

“Lie back.” He whispered again, one hand on your shoulder as he gently guided you so that you were lying along your sofa with your head propped up on the armrest.

Stealing himself for perhaps embarrassing himself completely and making this whole precarious situation between the two of you go tits up, he finally shucked off his jacket and boots before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and lowering himself onto the bottom half of your couch.

You watched silently as Sirius situated himself between your legs so that his shoulders and head rested on your abdomen as he weaselled his arms under your back, placing both of his palms up against your lower back.

“Relax.”

“What?”

“You’re tense as shit, doll; relax.” He murmured as he rested his cheek against your stomach.

You let out a breath and sank further into the couch as the two of you fell into comfortable silence.

“Thank you.” You whispered after a few moments.

“You already thanked me.” He whispered back.

“No, I-” You cut yourself off as you gathered your thoughts; a tentative hand absentmindedly making itself at home in his hair as you found your words. “Thank you.” You settled on.

“You’re welcome.” Sirius offered.

“Where’d you learn this?”

Sirius propped his chin up so he could at you; your hand pausing as your eyes flit to it as if you were only now realising what you’d been doing. “Learn what?”

“The pressure? The body heat. The…helping, with cramps?” You asked tentatively, and if Sirius didn’t know better, he’d think you perhaps looked a touch bashful at your questions - your eyes seemingly incapable of meeting his. 

And once again, Sirius found himself taking another jump, or rather, a complete leap of faith that could very well have this thing the two of you had been building crumble and fall before it even had a chance to start.

“Uhm, it was my brother, actually.” He admitted quietly.

Your eyes did finally meet his at that, where they narrowed a touch in confusion.

“You learned this….from your brother?” 

Sirius nodded as he swallowed nervously. “Right. He uhm, well, it often helped him with his cramps and such, so…yeah.” 

It was apparently his turn to be incapable of meeting your eyes as he moved his head so that it was resting against your stomach again.

“You’re a good brother.” You finally offered.

“Well of course I am.” Sirius offered through a breath of relief. “I’m good at everything I do.” 

“You’re a git.”

“I’m good at that too.”

You gave a disciplinary tug at Sirius’ hair which made him think of several sinful things he’d like to be doing with you whilst you did that next time, but he simply chuckled and sank further into you.

“I didn’t exactly sit like this with him, mind you.”

“No? What does that make me, then?”

“Special.” 

“I guess so.” You breathed out through a chuckle. “Coming over on your day off just to spoil me.”

“It wasn’t my day off.” He responded without thinking, tensing when he felt you suck in a breath.

“Sirius.”

“Mhm?” He offered in faux nonchalance.

“You left work for this!?”

“For you?” He asked as he considered you. “Absolutely.”

“For gods sake, Sirius. I bet Jeffery-” 

But he never got to hear what you thought of Jeffery as he let out a very petulant and dramatic groan and lowered his forehead to your stomach. 

“Babe, I know this isn’t exactly the same thing, but generally a man does not want to hear the name of another bloke when he’s in between your legs, yeah?”

You barked out a laugh and swatted at his shoulder. “You’re awful.”

“Terrible.”

“The worst.”

“Absolutely horrid.”

“Giving Kreacher a run for his money.”

Sirius’ head shot up at that as he levelled you with a warning glare. “Too far.”

“I’m sorry.” You laughed, not sounding particularly sorry at all.

“You better be.” Sirius grumbled as he lowered himself back down. “Now be a doll and play with my hair again; it’s nap time.”

And there was an equal chance that you were going to laugh, swat at him, or downright tell him to get his arse back to work.

But Sirius was admittedly overjoyed when you simply placed your fingers back into his hair and began to massage until you fell asleep; him not much longer after you.

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Oscar Isaac Boys with Period, Endo and PCOS Reader HCs

Pairing: Multiple Oscar Isaac characters (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Abel Morales, Nathan Bateman, Cecil Dennis, Laurent LeClaire, Basil Stitt, Santiago Garcia, Anselm Vogelweide) x AFAB reader Word count: 2.2K Dividers by: @saradika-graphics Warnings: Periods, endometriosis, chronic pain, PCOS, non-specified shitty medical experiences, pretty much all fluff though douchebag Laurent mention sorry. No pronouns or body descriptions are used for reader. A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! It's just fluffy blainrot because the endo/post-lap hasn't been great. Reblogs and comments are encouraged and appreciated! 🫶 Tagging: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Steven Grant

Steven researches endometriosis, PCOS, adenomyosis and period pains. He learns about all of the different types of treatment plans. He learns about dietary changes that can help with inflammation and that other people diagnosed with these conditions have said have helped him. He goes down a rabbit hole of different PCOS recipes and dietary lifestyles, Steven ends up knowing of more PCOS blogs on every platform than you do by the end of that fixation. 

He’s so sweet, there’s been many days where you’ve come home at the end of the day and been greeted with an endearing “Love, I found this new recipe, I thought we could try it for dinner? It has the PCOS and the vegan stamps of approval!” 

Steven is also a great listener, it’s easy to tell him about how long it took to get a diagnosis, how much doctors don’t seem to care and are keen to dismiss you, to tell you birth control is your only pain management option or that you’re anxious and it’s all in your head. He’s horrified by this, he never judges or condescends and talking to him is always validating. 

During your periods, he’ll happily cuddle up with you and attentively watch all your comfort shows and films, especially the guilty pleasure ones. He loves it. Steven finds good books and podcasts for you on the days of your period when you just want to stay in bed. He’ll read to you as a distraction, you find it cute, especially when it’s a mythology or historical book, his passion and excitement drips through more when he reads those books to you. He’s a sweetheart that’s always there for you.

Abel Morales

Abel will have every appointment of yours in his calendar, written in pen, he attends with you for support and as an extra voice to advocate on your behalf. Which he absolutely does. He has no issue speaking up if doctors are ever dismissive, especially when you’re met with a cold one. He’s spent his whole life trying to be taken seriously and to perfect his image. He knows how to use his eloquent words and charming people skills to get a doctor to do their job better and for you to have better healthcare. You both know that having him, a man in the room, makes it much easier for you and your pain to be taken seriously. 

In the evenings during flare ups, Abel sits in bed and quietly holds you. He’ll press gentle and loving kisses to your forehead and the top of your head and rub your back in slow circles while you nap or are curled up on him in pain. He hates seeing you in pain but he knows being there is important for you and it’s also important for him as a partner. It never gets easier for him to see you in pain though but Abel will never complain about getting to spend more time cuddling you so tightly.

Nathan Bateman

When you first start dating you tell him you have endometriosis, it’s something that’ll come up eventually for any relationship that goes anywhere, even a casual one. You think it’s better to rip the band-aid off sooner than later. Nathan takes it in casually, like you’ve just told him what your favourite condiment is. It surprises you to say the least. 

Nathan spends the next day scouring through numerous medical journals in order to become a human encyclopaedia on endometriosis and everything relating to the uterus and other reproductive conditions. If you’ve been medically cleared safe for a TENS machine, he doesn’t even spend a full afternoon building you one and it is the best one you’ve ever used, it becomes a regular essential in your pain management kit. 

The highest ranking and most expensive medical practitioners in the field are flown out to the compound for every symptom and condition. The top pelvic physiotherapists come out, the gynaecologists. You want a dietician to try a diet to help with inflammation and bloating? They’re already on a helicopter. You want to try acupuncture? Again, they’re already on a helicopter. A massage therapist? Again, they’re already on a helicopter to the compound before you can even finish that request. There’s a room in the compound that he had modelled for you and these appointments to essentially be the fanciest hospital room you’ve ever been in. Nathan has no issue throwing money and technological innovations at any issues your uterus might give you, it’s a way of showing he cares, he’s arrogant and he can be infuriating but he loves you and will use his brain and bank account to prove it.

Jake Lockley

Whenever you have a negative experience with a doctor he happily offers to go down and take out that practitioner, sometimes he’ll make a scalpel joke even though he prefers a gun as a weapon. You’re not always sure if he’sjoking or not… Maybe it’s better to not know, plausible deniability and all. 

He absolutely pampers you, every time you have a period, whenever there’s a cramp. Jake pampers you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, which is what you are to him. He makes you hot tea, soups, runs baths, puts on your favourite and comfort films. Jake offers to do things like brushing your hair for you and loves it. Jake pampers you! PAMPERS YOU!

Laurent LeClaire

Don’t. Just don’t. Sure, he’d be cute the first time you had your period and he’d happily offer period sex as a method of relief. But after the second period or flareup he’d attempt to gaslight you and say your symptoms or your pain being psychological. Then Jake Lockley would find a way to teach him a lesson.

Santiago Garcia

Santi’s long career has made him a master in observation and strategy, Santiago seemed to have a better understanding of your body than any period tracking app you’d tried to use, and not in a Tom Wamsgams baby-trap kind of way. More of a he was better at recognising the patterns, symptoms and remembering details than you were. Especially when the pain gave you brain fog. He picks up on the slightest details and after the first couple of months of dating you, he had a fine eye for pain. Whenever he spots the start of a flare up or painful period he goes straight into that mode, he checks in with you about pain meds, he gets heating pads ready for you and cuddles up with you on the couch or in bed while you curl yourself around one, runs baths and showers. 

He has a plan in place for everything; when pain or a symptom is at a dreaded emergency department trip, when pain is flaring up. There’s a plan made for each appointment with symptoms that have been flaring up, objectives of what to get out of the appointment. Santiago learns what your boundaries and limits are, he’s big on pacing with you and not pushing yourself to do more than what you can handle or what will push you too far and lead to following pain days. He really encourages this for you, something he doesn’t do so well for himself and his knees. 

Whenever Santi tags along with you to an appointment he’s great at asking follow up questions, especially if a doctor is being a dick. Sometimes it can feel overwhelming when you’re in appointments, especially when a doctor is talking, it’s easy to forget what’s been said as soon as you get home. Santiago always remembers every word that’s been said if you ever forget or want to double check. He’s an extremely practical partner and strong support. 

Basil Stitt

Basil will have a panic attack, he’ll quickly google ‘period symptoms’, he doesn’t remember if people get cravings on their periods too or if that’s just pregnancy, or is it neither? Just something else he’s thinking of? No, he’s overthinking it. 

During said panic attack, Basil will then do an uber eats order with several different types of chocolate and he’ll run to the kitchen to see what teas he has as Google mentioned peppermint tea several times. After checking the kitchen and making a mess in the cupboard and on the countertop during his search, he’ll order another box of it anyway just to be safe. Basil also is the guy who orders three different boxes of pads and tampons because he’s not sure what you prefer and he wants you to have options. Insert ‘What’s your pussy size, babe?’ meme, that’s Basil. 

All anxiety evaporates from his body when you just want to cuddle on the couch with him, watch some weird movies and order pizza and drink tea. He smiles and completely lights up when you tell him you like the flavour of the chocolate he ordered. 

Going forward there’s a cupboard under the basin in his bathroom filled with various boxes of pads, tampons, and he eventually gets to the stage where he confidently has your period orders down and preferences of products. He’s quietly but goofily proud of the fact that he now knows your pussy size.

Anselm Vogelweide

Anselm completely understands chronic pain from his own lived experience. You never have to apologise for a bad pain day, cancelling plans because your uterus is trying to kill you, when you need to spend all day in bed or in the bath to try and relieve pain and bloating. He completely gets that, he makes sure you have the softest and freshest pillows and blankets, bubbles, epsom salts, bath bombs etc. Whatever you could wish for to make you more comfortable. You no longer feel guilty for the things you used to before relating to having a chronic illness and terrible periods. You’re understood, seen but also pampered beyond what’s comprehensible. 

Anselm immediately finds a team of the best professionals, new studies and treatments, both conventional and experimental, are quickly and quietly funded and greenlit. He offers you a world of treatment options you’d never considered or knew existed.  Anselm always has his estate stocked with pain medication, all the drugs, drugs you’ve never heard of, drugs a normal prescription definitely wouldn’t get you. There’s medications and all the different options of treatment and pain management you could imagine available at the estate, hydrotherapy pools, massage chairs, massage therapists, sensory relaxation rooms, saunas, staff are there to cook all your favourite and comfort meals. Are you in pain and sad and needing cuddles with animals? Don’t worry, Anselm has a room being turned into a barn and a third cousin twice removed bringing a petting zoo over for any cuteness needs you might have. They should be there in five minutes. 

And if there somehow isn’t something there that you want, don’t worry, you just need to ask if he doesn’t read your mind first and then it’ll be moments away because Anselm can afford anything and everything and he always knows a guy.

Marc Spector

Marc knew periods weren’t a walk in the park and were uncomfortable but it wasn’t until dating you and being around somebody with endometriosis and chronic physical pain did he realise how bad it could be. 

The first time you had an endo flare up, it had really woken him up to that reality. He couldn’t help but grimace at seeing how you transformed from your usual self to being hurled over in pain. It freaked him out and his mind had panicked over the thought of this being your reality multiple times a year. It never gets easier for him to see you in pain or discomfort but he starts to find it easier to respond and be more present during flare ups. 

He’s extremely observant, especially when it comes to you. He quickly learns how your facial expressions shift when you have a migraine, he closes all the curtains and turns the lights off. When you curl over on yourself in pain he’s there with a heat pad within minutes. When you screw your face up and say you’re nauseous he’s immediately there with a bucket on the side of the bed. During one of your worst flares when you’d been throwing up, he hadn’t even complained once. He’d helped you feel clean afterwards, there were no comments that made you feel bad and he cleaned the bucket out so it wasn’t something you’d have to worry about. Marc found it much easier to show up and do these acts than to be the verbally reassuring type, he shows up and these acts of service and care make you feel supported, loved and cared for.

Cecil Dennis

“Babe, do you wanna get high?” 

“I read about cannabis and chronic pain, there’s honestly so many articles on the internet about it.” 

Gets just as upset as you do when you're in pain, quite possibly cries more than you do whenever a flare up is happening. He'll watch films with you and he buys a CBD ointment and offers to rub it on your abdomen while you’re cuddled up in bed.

I’ll stop there, I’m sorry.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Im with you- Matt Casey

Summary: When an ovarian cyst ruptures on the job, Matt and Firehouse 51 take care of you.

Warnings: vomiting, cursing, probably inaccurate medical stuff even though I do have PCOS and get ovarian cysts.

Authors note: You asked and I’m delivering. Here’s a fic I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy!

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You and Matt have been together for a couple years. You have been best friends since you both joined 51, straight from academy. You and Matt shared everything. Your feelings, thoughts, personal issues, a bed. Everything was out in the open. Though Matt was your lieutenant, you never let it effect your job or your relationship. You said it was one of the perks of starting off in the house together. He saw you and your strength. He knew you could take his spot any day, but you were content with just being part of the company.

You started feeling some major discomfort on a call. You were doing a sweep with Severide when you kicked open a door, causing the fire to blow back, sending you and Kelly flying through the air.

“Y/N!” You were sure you heard Kelly scream your name, but your ears rung as you laid against the wall. Kelly quickly shut the door and made his way toward you. “Look at me! Say something!” He yelled, grabbing you by your jacket and making you face him.

You were a little further toward the middle of the door than Kelly, which kept him from flying far. You just went through the air hitting the wall HARD. You were disoriented and had some major ringing in your ears.

When you couldn’t focus on him, Kelly called a mayday of sorts through the radio. “Emergency! Emergency! Fire fighter down. I need a medic to meet me out front.” Kelly yelled, not wasting another second before he pulled me up and into his arms. “I’ve gotcha. Your okay.”

“Who?” Chief Boden asked.

“Y/L/N.” Kelly said just before he broke into a sprint when he saw the exit.

Outside, Dawson and Brett were waiting with a stretcher. As soon as Kelly put you down, Dawson was ripping the mask off your face. The light assaulted your eyes, but the fresh air was like a kick in the butt, which was exactly what you needed.

“I’m fine.” You murmured, attempting to push yourself up.

“Y/N.” Dawson said, pushing you back down with a shake of her head. “You were unresponsive for almost two minutes. I need to check you out.”

I shook my head, regretting it as soon as I did it. I laid back, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I said I’m fine Dawson.” I growled out. Finding the strength to sit up, I swung my legs over the edge of the gurney and tried to stand. My legs failed me as I collapsed into Kelly with a pained gasp.

“Fine my ass Y/L/N.” Kelly said, picking you up and putting you back on the stretcher.

“What hurts hunny?” Brett hummed, allowing Kelly to rip your jacket off as Dawson ran to help a civilian.

“My right side. Like all of a sudden.” You gritted out, swatting Kelly’s hand away as he palpitated the area. “Ow Sev.”

“Sorry.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not too hard like internal bleeding.” He informed Brett. “I’m going to go update Casey. He looks ready to abandon the company to come check on you. You ladies talk.” Kelly said, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Once Kelly walked off, you snuck a glance in Casey’s direction. He was talking to the crew, giving orders, but his eyes stayed trained on you.

“When did this start? I don’t see any bruising or signs of a contusion.” Brett murmured, moving back to let the sunlight hit that area.

“I mean, it’s been a dull pain for a while now, but this is the first time it’s been bad enough to effect me.” I said, leaning my head back and breathing deeply. “I have an appointment set with my gyno tomorrow. I’m fine, really. Just extra sore.” I tried to reason, but I was fighting to keep back a sudden wave of nausea. “It’s uh.” I swallowed thickly before continuing. “It’s a normal woman thing I think. Matt knows. Just give me an anti-inflammatory and zofran and I’m good.”

“Zofran?” Brett asked, stopping as she was pushing me to the ambo, which I suddenly realized meant that Kelly was back and helping.

“Yeah. Kinda nauseous.” I said, shaking my head. Kelly hummed and placed a hand on my thigh.

Brett did a thorough head trauma exam before giving me the all clear once she was sure that I didn’t have a concussion. Kelly spent the entire time texting while I was being treated. He was listening and keeping Matt up to date as I waiting to be discharged from the rig.

“Casey said to ride back with Ambo and go straight to his office when we return.” Kelly said, leaning up to place another kiss on my forehead, jumping out of the rig before I could protest. He hit the doors and Dawson, whom I never noticed jumped back into the rig, drove back to the house.

“Well, looks like I’m off the rest of this shift.” I sighed, leaning back and trying to relax as Brett dimmed the lights to the rig.

“Might not be such a bad thing. He’s just looking out for you.” Brett said, sitting on the bench and buckling me around the waist to the stretcher before buckling herself in and propping her feet up to use as a makeshift desk. “Get some rest. We got 20 minutes till we get back.”

I gave her a confused look. “We shouldn’t be that far out.” I mumbled.

“Dawson has to pick up lunch.” Brett replied. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

——————————TimeSkip————————-

I woke up to someone softly pushing the hair away from my face.

“Hey Hunny. Come rest in my office.” Matt whispered, trying his best to coax me awake.

“I don’t feel good.” I whispered, leaning my head forward and into his hand.

“I know.” Matt soothed. “I’ll carry you.”

Matt unlocked my seatbelt and gently lifted me into his arms. Doors were opened for us as we made our way through the house. The common area went quiet as we passed through, shuffling could be heard as doors were opened until Matt got to his office.

“Hey Matt.” Kelly whispered, stepping in and closing the door. “Brett gave me these. How’s she doing?”

Kelly shook a sick bag out and put it on the side table and then stashed the rest on the desk. Matt laid me down slowly, pulling the covers over me gently and turning me onto my side into the recovery position. I kept my eyes closed, wondering why Brett never gave me the Zofran, making me focus on not throwing up.

“Doesn’t feel well.” Matt said, sitting next to me and pushing my hair back again. “Baby. Kelly has a sick bag here if you need it. I gotta talk to Boden and fill him in. I’ll be right back.” He said, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Can you stay with her a minute?” Matt asked Kelly.

“Anything for you guys. You know that.” Kelly said, standing and switching spots with Matt. The door closed softly as Kelly sat next to me. He placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothingly. “Let’s be real. Need to go to med?” Kelly asked, knowing I wouldn’t fess up to Matt unless it was dire.

“No.” I gritted out, frustrated by the whole situation. The pain was subsiding, but the nausea was ramping. “It’s a girl thing.” I simplified.

“Your sure?” Kelly asked, leaning forward and grabbing the sick bag as he saw me pale.

“Mhmm.” I said, not daring to move.

We sat there in silence. I was trying to steady my breathing as Kelly continued to rub my back. He was at a loss. He knew I hated being sick, as he has dealt with a sick me before, but he knew it was gonna happen.

“Sit up. I know it’s gonna happen.” Kelly said, moving to stand and help gently guide me into a sitting position. “Hold this. I’m gonna call Matt.” He instructed, placing the bag in my hand. Kelly went to the door and opened it, yelling for Matt. He knew not to leave me.

The nausea was winning and I began to freak out as Kelly called out again. “Kel- hurlk” I tried to warn him, but got cut off with an unproductive heave.

The door slammed shut as Kelly raced toward me. “Fuck.” He muttered, helping me hold the bag under my chin. With his other hand, he used his radio to call for Matt. “Case. You’re needed in your office. Now.” He said into the radio. A quick “copy” from Matt was all that was heard before I started retching harshly. “Shhhhhhh. Breathe.” Kelly murmured. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“What’s going on?” Matt exclaimed, running and sliding to a stop in front of me. “Baby? It’s okay. I’m here.” He soothed , taking my hand and pushing my hair back. “Dawson’s gonna check your vitals, okay?”

I nodded as I finally started throwing up all the breakfast that I forced down. Kelly kept holding the bag and rubbing my back, Matt held my hand and kept my hair out of the splash zone, and Dawson went about checking my vitals.

“Pulse is fast. Oxygen is mid 90s. Pressure is slightly low, but not worrisome.” She said. “Any other symptoms?” Gabbi asked Matt.

“Ovarian cysts. Think one ruptured on that call.” Matt muttered. “Never seen her this bad before.”

“Does it hurt, Y/N?” Gabbi asked. “Just squeeze once for no and twice for yes.” Gabbi took my hand and felt me squeeze once. “Good. No pain.”

“What does that mean?” Kelly asked, noting how much I was vomiting and the sweat building up on the back of my neck.

“So, sometimes a cyst can rupture and be infected. This is her body getting rid of it, which is probably why Brett didn’t give her anything for the nausea.” Gabbi explained, writing some stuff down. “If she starts running a fever, tell us and we will take her straight to Med. I’d suggest camping out here for a few hours to make sure she doesn’t spike one. Then you can go home and get her rested.” Gabbi said, patting Matt on the shoulder and walking out.

“Breathe sweetheart. Your gonna need to switch bags in a second if you need to.” Matt said, trying to see my face better. He reached over and grabbed a new one, making a quick switch with Kelly and holding the new bag under my chin as Kelly disposed of the old one.

Talking could be heard as he opened the door. Gabbi and Boden’s voices floating in.

Suddenly, a cool cloth was placed on the back of my neck. “Herrmann got you a rag Y/N.” Kelly said, resuming his post of rubbing my back. “Chief has Herrmann taking lead on truck for the remainder of shift and offered to let me hang around to help unless Squad is needed.”

“Thanks Kel.” Matt said, patting his friend on the knee. “You done baby?” Matt asked, noticing the few coughs I was letting out, but also the lack of vomit.

“Yeah.” I breathed, leaning forward and resting my head on Matt’s shoulder. “It’s awful.” I moaned, resting my forehead into the crook of his neck.

“I know.” Matt whispered, reaching up and wiping my face with the rag from my neck. “Wanna brush your teeth and shower before taking a nap?”

I nodded and tried to stand when Matt helped me up, but swayed dangerously as I suddenly became lightheaded.

“Woah.” Kelly said, bracing me from behind. “You okay?” He asked, keeping me steady with hands around my waist.

“Yeah.” I breathed. “Just lightheaded s’all.” I closed my eyes and leaned my head onto Matt’s shoulder again.

“I gotcha.” Matt said, picking me up and taking me toward the bathroom. “Can you grab her go bag Sev?” Matt called over his shoulder.

“On it.” Kelly replied, jogging toward the locker room.

Matt wasted no time in getting me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the counter and pulled my head back into his neck.

Herrmann came into the bathroom with a sprite in his hand. “Cindy used to have this problem. This outta help.” He said, placing the can on the other side of the sink. “I’ve got Mills running to get some popsicles too.”

“Thanks Chris.” Matt said. “You’re a good man.”

“Anything for her.” He said, rubbing my arm. “It’s gonna be okay. You just get to feeling better.” He then patted Matt on the shoulder. “Take care of my girl.”

“Always.” Matt said, turning and placing a kiss to my head as Herrmann walked out and Kelly walked in.

“Got your CFD hoodie.” Kelly said to Matt, “I got everything else out of her locker though. Toiletries and her clothes. Also grabbed your stuff too Case.” He said, putting everything on the counter. “Need anything else?”

“Nah.” Matt said, shaking his head as he looked around. “Just set some towels in here. I’m gonna shower with her. I don’t trust her balance.” He said, rubbing my back.

“Good man.” Kelly said, patting Matt on the back. “Holler if you need anything else.”

“Thanks Sev.” Matt said, watching the Squad lieutenant leave. Finally, he turned to face me. “Ready to get cleaned up?” He asked gently, pulling away to see my face.

“Then nap?” I murmured, pouting at my boyfriend.

“Nap and cuddles.” Matt confirmed, nodding his head.

With that confirmation, I was satisfied and found the strength to get cleaned up. After brushing my teeth and gargling twice, Matt helped me off the counter and to the showers. He sat me on the bench before striping and going in to turn on the water. With quick persuasion, Matt was able to talk me into the shower. He made promises to keep me steady and to sit me down if I needed it, seeing as Mills just finished scrubbing the showers.

Once under the water, which was a little cooler than I usually liked it, Matt kept a secure hold on my waist, leaned down and kissed my head, then adjusted me so that my back was getting the brunt of the shower.

“Mmmm.” I moaned, practically melting in Matt’s hold. “S’ nice.” I mumbled into Matt’s chest, pressing my forehead into it.

“I know baby.” Matt said. “We can stand here for a moment, but we need to get cleaned up and get you resting.” He said, reaching around me and engulfing me in a hug. “You just relax.” He whispered.

“Mkay.” I sighed, losing any fight I could have left.

When Matt noticed me getting heavier, he made quick work of washing my hair and body before calling Kelly.

Matt only trusted you with very few men, one of which was Kelly Severide. You all had made a quick bond when in the academy and Kelly picked you up off the floor more times than you could count, but that was before Matt. Matt didn’t like overstepping, but Kelly had no problems helping you out in a bind and was there for you in more ways at the beginning than Matt, but you knew it had to do with Haily and not because Matt didn’t like you, so you never let it affect your relationship now. Kelly knew his boundaries, even now, and was the one person you trust other than Matt.

Kelly walked into the bathroom and scooped you up in a towel. Once Kelly had the towel firmly secure, he took your microfiber head wrap towel and wrapped your hair up in it. Then, he helped guide you into Matt’s CFD hoodie and stayed with you leaning into his shoulder until Matt came out of the showers.

“Thanks Kelly.” Matt said. “One more favor.” Matt said, cringing slightly into himself. He hated asking for help, but you were pretty out of it at this point. “Mind getting more bags from Brett and Y/N’s fan from her bunk and taking it to my office?” He asked, pulling on his underwear and pants before trading with Kelly.

“Hey man.” Kelly said, taking Matt by the shoulder. “Don’t sweat it. You guys are family. I’ve already got it all taken care of.” He smirked.

“You’re a life saver.” Matt said, turning and hugging Kelly once he was sure you wouldn’t fall over.

“I get that a lot.” Kelly laughed, the sound echoing behind the man as he walked to the door and exited the bathroom.

Matt helped me into some pants and left our stuff, claiming he’d get it all later, but knowing that someone else was probably waiting to come in behind you both and get everything situated. Once in his office, Matt laid me down near the edge of the bed, closed the blinds, and turned off the lights. He left the blinds connected to Kelly’s office window cracked enough to give him some light to see you, but also give Kelly a way to see if you and Matt needed help.

Once the fan was turned on and he was sure the radio was turned off and I didn’t need anything else, Matt crawled into the bed behind me, spooning me with an arm around my waist. He carefully rubbed my stomach and placed little kisses on the back of my neck.

“Get some rest baby.” Matt whispered, peppering my shoulder with kisses before leaning up and kissing my cheek. “I’m with you. We will get through this.”

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[darby-rowe]

cw plus sized!gn!reader, coriolanus being called scrawny and malnourished

the snows’ penthouse was prone to losing power during the most vicious of winters, effectively cutting off their heat. they had to get creative in order to stay warm and survive the freezing weather.

tigris took it upon herself to stock up on blankets, scarves, and sweaters right before the temperatures drop. spending all day and night knitting, sewing, and crocheting for her family. coriolanus seemed to be the one to suffer the most; his malnourished body providing him no protection from the raging winter outside his window.

thankfully, he had you.

in the sense that spending the night over at the snows’ penthouse were spent by having coriolanus koala-hugging you in bed, savoring the extra body heat you inhabited. you’d gladly let coriolanus warm his hands up between your thick thighs or underneath your armpits, giving the scrawny boy a brief respite from the freezing temperatures.

and on those especially bad nights, where coriolanus just couldn’t seem to stop shivering, you’d have tigris pile on a few more blankets onto his body. and you’d make sure his body was as close to yours as possible.

stroking his hair, kissing his head, providing him comfort with your warmth.

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Eddie Munson would dead ass be a chubby chaser that’s it that’s the post.

[lunarw0rks]

Hiii!!!Can i ask for Valeria Garzaxf!reader,and Valeria comforts her gf whos on her period??:3 i am rly carving at this,cramps fr killing me😭 thank u!!!

you're not supposed to lift a finger as it is, so when you're menstruating — valeria takes it to the next level !!

today was especially painful; cramps along your tummy and lower back, rendering you exhausted and slumped on the ground, in whatever position minimizes the agony just a bit.

she finds you on the bathroom floor, curled in the fetal position with a blanket snug around you. creeping closer, she kneels and holds out a hand, waiting for you to accept the help, "i know the bathroom is nice, but you should be in bed, mi reina."

once the next wave passes, you gather your strength and take her hand. they were always cold, no matter the sweltering temps in las almas.

she guided you through the luxurious bathroom, surely nicer than any you had ever been inside. it was spacey enough to be made into a home, but not ideal when you needed proper rest.

you sigh in relief when your achy muscles sink into the mattress, finally at ease a bit. from the linen closet, she grabbed one of the spare quilts and draped it along your shivering body. "how about i have the chef make you some tea? how does that sound?"

after you muttered some sort of yes, valeria sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on your cheek, caressing your soft flesh in a patterned manner. with her other, she texted the kitchen staff, ordering you more than you'd asked for.

a care package, if you will; tea, fresh soup, and some hot towels to place on your pain points. "only a few more minutes, then you can get some rest." you nodded slowly, hating how the minutes felt like hours when you were aching.

after a small knock, she ushered you to keep your eyes shut and relax. with a clink, she set the soup and mug on the nightstand, then unrolled the steamed towels. she whispered, and then you felt her raise the hem of your shirt enough to expose your stomach and back. placing them one by one, the damp towels clung to your skin, supplying heat to your cramping muscles instantly. "just keep your eyes closed, amor. try and sleep..."

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[bonkers-4-hatter]

@sacredwarrior88 asked: Welcome back my amazing buddy! 😊 May I please request headcanons for Nana, Nobu, and Yasu finding out about their female S/O having PCOS which causes various problems including weight gain?

Hello buddy! <3 of course you can! As someone who has PCOS myself and is currently going through trying to regulate my hormones through my diet and medications this hits home. I hope you enjoy the headcanons hun!

Headcanons for a female S/O that has PCOS:

Nana Osaki (I picked her, since it didn't specify which one):

She never thought about you gaining weight in the first place.

When you told her what your doctor said, she hugged you, not really sure what else to do.

When you start your new medications and your mood swings go in different directions, she doesn't take it to heart and will give you space and time for yourself unless you tell her you want her there.

She even cuts out her beer and cake so its not around the apartment in case you get a craving. She knows you're cutting your sugar intake as your doctor suggested to help balance out your hormones and you can't drink on the current meds you're on.

When you feel sad, no matter if it's your mood swings or just feeling down through this whole process, she holds you close making sure you know she's there for whatever you'll need.

Nana even starts making sugar free or low sugar sweets for you two to share.

Does her best to make you your favorite dishes that go along with what your doctor suggested. Cooking and baking for you are her love language so get ready to be pampered with delicious dishes.

Nobuo Terashima:

Adored you with your current weight and doesn't bat an eye when you seem to gain more weight or stay the same.

Is initally confused when you told him you had PCOS, but tries to be a supportive boyfriend in his own way.

Knows you want to do some form of movement to help and he finds fun ways to do that with you. Through doing dancing games with you, to Zumba, even taking you to puppy yoga one day.

When you tell him it's hard to lose weight when he notices your weight staying the same especially with PCOS and its due to you having more male hormones instead of female hormones that hold onto the weight, but you assure him you feel better with all the movement activities you've been doing with him and that makes him happy.

It's hard for him, but he stops drinking and having booze in the house. He likes drinking and it helps relive some stress he has some days, but since you can't drink, you both find new ways to deal with stress like reading, listening to audiobooks and his favorite which turns out to be plants/gardening.

Does his own reasearch into PCOS and sees what vitamins and such would help you and buys them for you and presents them in a cute basket along with some new foods and drinks that go along with your changes.

He'll always be supportive during your journey with this and will help in any way he can.

Yasushi Takagi:

Didn't care about your weight and never commits on it even when he can see you've gained a bit more. He lieks you for you.

Knows what PCOS is and figured you had something like that with the signs. To be honest, he already had things ordered like vitamins and low sugar snacks and drinks for you. He got them the day you went to the doctor.

Doesn't bat an eye at your mood swings and takes it all in stride. When you come to him afterwards, he'll cuddle you on the couch as he brushes your apologizes aside. He knows it's not your fault, its the medications and that's the truth.

Goes on walks with you every morning to get you moving a bit more and he'll listen to you talk about what's new at work, or with your friend groups and the latest from your doctor. He likes to see you happy and content like this.

Meal preps for you with foods that are packed with what you need and will give you energy even if its just for a little bit.

With your memory not as good as it was before the new medicines, he makes sure to write what pills you need to take and when on a whiteboard he bought so you can remember. He knows you can't miss a single dose of them.

Makes sure there's extra blankets and warm socks around the apartment. With your hormones starting to balance out, you're not hot all the time and start to get cold more frequently. He'll make sure you have everything you need and more.

[josephquinnswhore]

Hi there! Let me start off by saying that I absolutely adore your writing :D

I have a request if that is okay:

Could you do one of Pedro x plus!size reader where he comes home and finds reader on the couch/in bed crippled with awful period pains and are feeling really emotional about pain/how they look when like this? He does everything in his power to make them feel better (it breaks his heart seeing his world like this). Make it as emotional and as fluffy as you like!

Thankyou, take care <3

I’ve Got You - pedro pascal x plus size!female reader

Summary: Pedro takes care of you while you’re on your period.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: mentions of blood, insecurity, nudity, slightly suggestive behaviour & language.

Note: I’m going to make it that the reader has PCOS, I hope that’s okay. Cause it needs more awareness 🤍 thanks for requesting, I hope you love it. Thank you so much for your kind words anon, sorry for the wait 🥰

On a normal day, by midday you would have showered, cleaned the house, ticking off your chores one at a time as you listen to the music playing off the tv that had connected to your Spotify. You would have made yourself breakfast, normally something fresh and fulfilling and homemade. Lunch you would have made an extra serving for Pedro to enjoy when he got home, he was expected to be home around this time, and gone on a run around the city and stop by the local Starbucks for your routine afternoon coffee and cake with Pedro as you watch a movie. You’d have watered the house plants and read a few chapters of your favourite book that sat beside the bed as Pedro dozed off on your lap as you hold the book open in one hand skilfully and massaged his head with the other hand.

But today was not a normal day. It was a day where even at midday, 12pm. You were stuck in bed, still wearing your pyjamas from the night before, hair starting to form knots as you hadn’t taken out the braids or brushed it out. Your only moment out of the comfort you found in this bed was to go to the toilet, and even that was a struggle. You held both hands on your stomach, cradling it as if it would help alleviate the pain that had you doubled over as you waddle to the bathroom, when you realise you had just started your period, the inconvenience earning a groan from you. That was hours ago, 5 hours ago to be exact. You’d done nothing since, you were simply existing.

Pedro was due home any minute as you gather the strength to check the time, the watch on your wrist turning on the minute. Your cramps haven’t subsided, the worsening pain that formed in your abdomen has now spread to your thighs, back and even shoulders, your whole body aching from the severity of the pain your period brought on. You were diagnosed with a hormonal disorder, PCOS, which contributed to your excruciating period pains and emotionally charged state of depression. Your hormones had you in a vice grip, forcing the tears out of your eyes as the pain turns up a notch, your cramps unwavering in their determination to cause you as much pain as possible, your legs feel a sensation of numbness.

You just want to stand up, maybe just long enough to fetch a heating pad, or some sleeping pills to knock you out of the consciousness so you didn’t have to feel the pain, your stomachs emptiness added to the ache your tummy felt, the extra squish of your stomach ends up between your fingers tight grip, trying to create a new pain to destruct yourself with. Your frustration is growing by the minute, the pain and hormones are driving you insane, all you want is Pedro to come home and hold you. But also not want to see him at all, you never wanted him to see you like this; crippled and unhygienic, lethargic and depressed; the house was still a mess and you felt ashamed that nothing had been done.

The front door shuts and you brace yourself for Pedro to express his disappointment at the state of the house; and you. “Honey?” When he calls out you don’t respond, instead you clench your eyes, the tears that had been welling fell down your cheeks, your sobs you’d been holding in had escaped your wet lips. He didn’t expect to find you like this; but immediately knew what was happening, he knew what to expect with you, knew you were fragile and he had to tread carefully.

His large hand was soft on the side of your face as he caressed your cheeks, his fingers tickling you as he wipes your tears. “Oh honey.” You’re too ashamed to meet his gaze, you can feel his warmth and his soft gaze but you’re too embarrassed to look at him. His fingers carefully wipe the tears under your eyes, your wet eyelashes stick together as he does so. “Look at me honey.” His voice sounds like honey, it’s so sweet and tooth rotting, how could you not look at him when he asks. Your eyes open hesitantly, tears still falling from them and through the blurriness it creates you see a concerned look on your boyfriends face.

“I-I’m I haven’t cleaned or showered I just-“ your voice cracks and stutters from the emotion turmoil you’re going through. “Don’t ever apologise to me for that honey. You’re in pain and I don’t expect you to do anything while you’re suffering.” Your lip wobbles and you breathe out a laugh, sniffling as you realise how silly you feel for thinking he would be mad at you, he has never treated you anything less than perfect.

“Can you stand? We’re going to get you showered, it might help with the cramps.” You bit your lip, “I don’t know, I might need you to help me.” You mumble, “I got you honey, come on, that’s it.” His hands are outstretched towards you and guides you off the bed and into the bathroom, you’re half crouched over and holding your stomach, the movement seems to be helping the pain ever so slightly. He turns the hot water on high, the cold water barely running through the shower head. “Try the water hun and let me know how it feels.” You step to the edge of the shower, your fingers emerging into the steaming water and you hun in delight, “it’s perfect.”

“Let’s get you undressed now hm?” Your eyes held doubt, not wanting him to see the soaked pad you’re wearing. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, just let me take care of you.” You nod, silently agreeing to let him help you, your whole face is red in embarrassment as he undressed you, your pyjamas stripped of you and Pedro admires your body, your tits drop as they sit in place, slightly sagging from the weight of them, your soft stomach hangs over your pubic bone, your love handles poke out over your underwear, the small bow in the middle of them hidden until Pedro takes them off. He kneels down and cradles your stomach, kissing it, wishing he could do more to take the pain away.

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, looking at you as he pulls them down, sensing your discomfort. You lift your feet and he pulls your underwear off your body, “hop in baby.” He urges and you do, a soft moan leaves your body as the steaming hot water hits your body, almost immediately providing a temporary relief, you hear the lord of the bin near the toilet close as he discards of your disposables. To your surprise, he strips of his own clothing and steps into the shower behind you, his hands are almost immediately on your hips, running up and down your curves, fingers digging in as he massages you, your knees almost buckle and he grips your hips, “got you baby, I won’t let you fall.”

The way his fingers felt on your skin was euphoric, all you could think about was how they’d feel in your- what was it with being on your period that made you so horny? You clench your thighs together and sigh in frustration. “I know baby, I know.” He kisses the skin between your neck and shoulder, worsening the urge to take him in the shower.

He’s soaping up a green luifer, the body wash suds smell amazing, the pomegranate and berry scent was incredible, the steam carried the scent throughout the room. He starts with your breasts, washing them and moving down to your stomach, paying extra attention to your abdomen, the soap between his fingers make them glide down your wet skin. It feels incredible, you feel clean and comfortable, the pain was barely noticeable with the hot water and the massage of Pedro’s fingers on your shoulders, he drags the soap down your back and rubs his fingers in circles, his skilled fingers create a sinful sensation that makes you throw your head back, resting on his chest and you hum to yourself in contentment. “How are you feeling honey?”

Your eyes flutter as they struggle to stay open, “feel amazing baby.” Your voice is almost slurred with how good you’re feeling. The laugh the comes out of your boyfriends mouth is a sweet melody to your ears, “we’d better get you something to eat, can’t have this beautiful tummy empty can we sweetheart?” You shake your head no, the grumble of your empty stomach agreeing with his statement.

When you’re dressed and out of the shower you feel a bit better, the ache is full and still lingering. Pedro offers some anti inflammatory tablets to encourage you to try and alleviate the pain.

He makes your favourite meal, cooks it fresh using ingredients from his fridge, your mouth is salivating at the smell as he’s cooking and you can hardly wait, but thankfully he’s quick in cooking you food knowing you’re impatient having not eaten at all today. Hell accompany the food with a bottle of water, he doesn’t want you to get dehydrated.

“You wanna pick the movie?” He asks, watching you as you eat your meal, the steam not deterring you from eating it although it’s hot. “Narcos,” you mumble with a mouth full of half chewed food, Pedro’s not bothered. He does raise an eyebrow at your choice of what to watch. “Seriously?” You huff, swallowing your food. “Yeah seriously, I wanna see my seriously sexy boyfriend when he was younger. Even though he is even sexier with age.” You sent him a wink and he chuckles at you, “okay, okay fine.” He plays what you want, just glad you’re feeling better, you’re feeling clean, refreshed, your pain is being medicated, your plush tummy is being attended to with your favourite food. The chores weren’t done; but to hell with the house. You were more important.

[h0rr0r5h0w-c1ty]

erm

im bored so, im gonna write down my insecurities and stfu if u dont care and just leave then pooks.

legs

face

stretch marks

stomach

tits yall...

thighs

my pcos

diabetes

my mental health

not being skinny

being taller then i want to be

my eyes

my hair

my voice

[whoawardwinchester]

A Winchester Chronicle (c4)

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Summary: tensions escalate on set during filming as Y/N, playing Raven, confronts Sam and Dean about trusting Ruby. The scene is disrupted by Dee's sudden arrival, causing a commotion. Back in Washington, Y/N faces tabloid slander and confronts her mother's harsh criticisms. Amidst the turmoil, Y/N's health crisis worsens, leading to emergency surgery. Meanwhile, Jensen learns of Y/N's hospitalization and rushes to her side, where a tender moment unfolds.

Sorry for no erotic bits in a few of these starting chapters. I promise there will be more to share.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) Body insecurities, reference to PCOS and Endo. -losing a body part, arguments, tension, angst. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

This is a work of fiction. There is no hate for anyone in real life.

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Taglist: @nancymcl

Masterlist

Chapter 4: Has reference to Episode 4 "Metamorphosis"

The set of "Supernatural" hummed with controlled chaos as cameras rolled for Season 4, Episode 4. You stood in Raven's dark attire, poised for an intense scene with Gen portraying Ruby.

"Sam, we can’t trust her! Ruby literally just slashed that man in half for no reason. What if she was the one to hurt Jack? What if she just wants to use you?" You delivered your lines with unwavering focus.

"Then let her use me, Raven. Besides, who’s to say you’re not just using me and Dean?" Sam retorted.

"Sammy!" Dean stepped between Sam and Raven, with Ruby slyly standing behind Sam. "I don’t need this, Sam. You want my help or not?" Ruby asked, tension palpable.

"Not," Dean stated firmly, just as Sam chimed in with, "We need it," creating a clash of opinions.

Sam and Dean glared at each other. Raven crossed the room as the men continued their standoff, Sam expressing remorse to Dean and Dean furrowing his brows, trying to sway Sam to his side.

“You use unspeakable methods,” Raven's voice lowered to a dangerous tone as she backed Ruby against the wall, inches from her face. “To hurt innocent people. For what? I don’t know what you’re hiding. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I promise, I’ll find out, bitch.” Ruby smirked, a corner of her mouth twitching.

Just as the scene's intensity peaked, the air fractured with Dee's unexpected arrival. She reached Gen on set and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her side. Heads turned, whispers rippled through the crew.

"The hell is this?! Jensen?" The director yelled, cutting the scene.

Jensen stepped between you, Dee, and Gen, looking Dee dead in the eyes. “Dee, LEAVE.”

Dee's voice cut through the set like a jagged blade. "Jensen, you don’t answer my calls, my texts. You don’t come home, and it’s like you’re hiding something from me!"

“I’m not hiding anything from you. We’re over.” Jensen turned to gently guide you off set.

“Are you sleeping with HER?” Dee mocked. “This… This… Ha! MOOOOOOO.” The cast and crew gasped. Gen stepped away from Dee, looking disappointed.

You froze, embarrassment flaming your cheeks as guilt tingled under your skin. You looked back at Jensen, feeling his hand no longer on your back. He had turned towards Dee. Jared stepped in front of him, grasping his shoulders.

"Hey, calm down, man," Jared whispered.

"He just needed a rebound girl, Y/N. He doesn't love you, you cow." Dee's words, sharp and accusatory, pierced the air, amplifying the tension.

Jensen, visibly distressed, attempted to diffuse the situation, his voice strained but firm. "Dee, we've been over this. I left you. We’re done. If I ever see you on set again, I’ll get a restraining order." His gaze warned her to stop amidst the chaos. Jensen was shaking, fists clenched. He wouldn’t hit a girl, would he? You thought to yourself.

The disruption threw the filming into disarray. Security arrived to diffuse the situation before Dee could respond. Your heart raced, caught between shame and indignation as Dee's accusations cast shadows over the day.

You locked your trailer after Dee's confrontation, turning off your phone and sinking into the quiet. A few people knocked, but eventually left you to fall asleep with your thoughts and tears, tearing yourself apart with self-doubt. The next morning, the set buzzed with its usual activity, but you felt like an outsider looking in, everyone's gaze making you feel smaller by the minute.

Overwhelmed by the drama and the impact on the production, you made a difficult decision. You approached the director's office, heart heavy with dread.

“Hey, can we talk privately?” you asked in a small voice, knocking on the open door.

“Sure. Close the door.” The director said, navigating his cluttered office, concern already on his face. “What’s up?”

"I can't play Raven anymore," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside, threatening to leak from your eyes.

The director looked up, sadness replacing the concern on his features. "Y/N, I know tensions were high yesterday, but are you going to let your personal life and your professional career conflict each other? We could work something out if you just need a break."

You took a deep breath, considering his words carefully. The weight of everything—the accusations, the embarrassment, and the constant tension—was too much to bear. "I need to do this for my own sanity," you finally replied, passing him some papers with information on your updated address.

The director sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, Y/N. If that's what you need, I’ll inform the cast and crew. Best of luck.”

You nodded, tears escaping and falling off your cheeks as you stood. "Thank you for understanding."

As you opened the door and stepped out to leave, you turned around. “Could you do me one favor? Tell who you absolutely need to, but please don’t tell Jensen where I’ve gone. I need to leave this behind me.”

He nodded in agreement after pondering your request.

As you walked away, you felt the weight of your decision settle in.

The production office buzzed with urgency as news of your departure rippled through the set. The director wasted no time informing the crew and a few key cast members about the repercussions of you leaving the show, making sure to imply that it was confidential. Writers got to work immediately, drafting new scripts to explain Raven's sudden disappearance in case they couldn't find a replacement quickly. The director worked tirelessly with the casting director, scrambling to find someone to fill the role. Unfortunately, everyone they had considered before you was now unavailable. _____

Jensen was called into the showrunners' office, the tension palpable.

"Jensen, your behavior on and off set is putting everything at risk," one of the showrunners began sternly. "I shouldn’t be telling you this, because frankly, it’s none of your goddamn business. Y/N has quit. Every possible replacement is now unavailable and needs to be resolved, and fast."

Jensen felt a knot tighten in his stomach. She left? Already? He knew he couldn’t see you after yesterday’s events because you probably wouldn’t have even talked to him, and he couldn’t blame you. The things Dee said were downright childish and awful. But he thought he’d at least have time to talk to you today.

The ruminations from yesterday repeated in Jensen’s head as he zoned out of the conversation at hand. The showrunner exchanged a glance with his colleague before continuing. "Pay attention, son," he said, breaking Jensen’s thoughts. "If we don't find a solution soon, we're looking at a significant production halt. The schedule and budget are already taking a hit. This is your responsibility to resolve or kiss your career goodbye."

Jensen's heart pounded. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do it but said, "I’ll fix this."

Leaving the office, Jensen tried to call you. “Hey, you’ve reached Y/N. I can’t get to my phone right now…” He hung up. “Damn it,” he whispered to himself. __________

The weight of recent events hung heavy as you quickly packed a bag, your mind made up to leave without informing anyone of your whereabouts. Changing your phone number was a necessary step; even the few texts you received were enough to set your anxiety ablaze. With a deep breath, you booked the first flight out of Vancouver to Washington, craving the solitude you hoped to find at your mother's home.

The flight was a blur of muted colors and soft hums, your thoughts too loud to allow for rest. At the airport, your mother waited with a stern expression, her eyes scanning you critically as you approached. The ride home was anything but quiet.

"You were supposed to do something with your life," she berated, her voice slicing through the tense silence. "You couldn't even keep your husband and kids alive, and now THIS. What the hell am I going to do with you now?"

Her words stung, each one a reminder of past pains and present failures. You looked out the window, letting her voice fade into the background as the familiar landscapes of Washington passed by.

The house came into view, a serene, isolated sanctuary surrounded by tall trees and blooming flowers. It was a place that could offer solace, despite the toxic presence of your mother. You took in the sight of the old home, the quiet beauty of it almost at odds with the turmoil inside.

Inside, the air was cool and still. Your room, untouched since your last visit, welcomed you with a kind of melancholic familiarity. The walls, painted in soft purple hues, offered a stark silence enveloping you like a comforting blanket.

For a moment, you stood there, allowing yourself to breathe, to feel. The memories of the set, the confrontation with Dee, and the harsh words from your mother swirled around you. Tears welled up again, even though it felt like you had nothing left to shed. You sat on the bed, briefly glancing at the end table. There, a photo of your last family picture with your late husband and kids sat. You fell to your knees. “What am I doing?! How did I let myself get so lost?” you whispered as you covered your face in your hands.

Your mother’s footsteps echoed down the hallway, a reminder of the challenges that still lay ahead. But for now, this quiet room wasn’t much, but it was a start.

You manage to crawl up on the bed, turning the photo face down. You closed your eyes, letting the silence wash over you into slumber. 

You awaken the next morning to the abrupt sound of your mother’s voice, sharp and unforgiving.The sun wasn’t even up yet as the clock read 4:17. She slams a tabloid and a printout on your bed, the noise jarring you fully awake.

"Look at this," she sneers, her eyes cold. "Can't even stay out of trouble, can you?"

Blinking away sleep, you sit up and glance at the tabloid headlines. The words leap off the page, each one more hurtful than the last. "Disgraced Actress," "Scandalous Affair," "Homewrecker" – the list goes on. Your heart sinks as you skim through the articles, each one painting you in the worst possible light. The term "whore" is used liberally, as if it’s the only thing that defines you now.

"I can’t believe they’d print this," you quietly mutter to yourself, the weight of the accusations pressing down on your chest. 

Your mother scoffs, her eyes narrowing. "You bring shame upon this family. What did you expect? Respect?" She gestures to the printout. "And look at this."

You pick up the sheet of paper, recognizing Misha's tweet:

"In shadows cast by whispered lies, a phoenix in the storm shall rise. Beyond the noise, her truth will soar, a beacon's light forevermore."

For a moment, the poetic words offer a sliver of comfort, but it’s quickly overshadowed by your mother's disdainful laugh. "Don’t you start thinking these people are your friends, Y/N. You don’t have any friends.”

You don’t respond, unable to find the words. The room feels suffocating, the walls closing in as the reality of your situation hits you again. 

Back on set, Jensen paces, frustration evident in his every step. He stops in front of Jared, his eyes searching for answers.

"You’ve got to see this," Jared says, his voice tight with anger.

Jensen nods, his jaw clenched. "FUCK. This has Dee written all over it. I’m trying to find out where Y/N went. Her former assistant said she caught a flight the day she quit, but no one knows where."

"Oh, and this doesn’t help matters, either." Jared hands Jensen his phone, showing him Misha's tweet.

Jensen reads it, his expression hardening. "Jesus. Is he talking about Dee or Y/N?"

Jared shrugs, his frustration mirroring Jensen's. "Who knows? This whole situation is a mess."

Jensen runs a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "I need to find her. We need to fix this."

"You better hurry…," Jared mutters as Jensen stalks away, determination etched in every line of his face.

Back in Washington, the isolation of your mother's home offers no respite from the storm brewing outside. The tabloid articles and Misha’s tweet play on a loop in your mind, each one a reminder of the turmoil you’ve left behind.

Your mother’s critical gaze follows you as you move through the house, her comments biting and relentless.

You never expected things to escalate this quickly. The stress, the accusations, the relentless scrutiny had taken its toll. The walls closed in around you, suffocating you with their memories and relentless criticisms. You felt the familiar ache in your abdomen intensify, the telltale signs of your PCOS flaring up once more. Ignoring it seemed impossible this time.

In a blur, you found yourself in the back of an ambulance, your mother's voice a distant murmur beside you. Her charm was reserved for the medical staff, her narcissistic comments a constant undertone. "She's always been this way. So dramatic," you heard, drifting in and out of consciousness as the siren wailed.

Hours later, you were wheeled into the sterile confines of the Seattle Hospital, bright lights blurring overhead as medical jargon buzzed around you. Emergency surgery was the only option, they said, to save you from the excruciating pain and potential complications. As the anesthesia took hold, you clung to the last memory of Jensen wishing nothing more than to see him again.

_____

Jensen stormed into the director's office, his frustration palpable. His phone had buzzed with an urgent message, a cryptic call from an unknown number. "Seattle Hospital. Hurry." The words rang in his ears as he demanded answers.

"You know something about Y/N, don’t you?" Jensen's voice was urgent, eyes searching the director's face for any hint of news. "I don’t think she would just quit like that. Tell me what's going on." He slammed his fist on the desk. The director couldn’t help thinking about how very Dean-like he seemed.

The director hesitated, weighing his words carefully before sighing heavily. "Y/N has been hospitalized," he admitted finally, his tone grave. "It's serious, Jensen."

Outside the director's office, Jensen's mind raced. He dialed Jared and Misha frantically, relaying the dire news. "I need a car, a plane ticket, and where the hell is my passport!?" Jensen searched his backpack, urgency coloring every word. Jared's voice echoed concern as they coordinated a car to the airport.

"I know you weren't at the hospital the first time," Jared said, his voice tight with worry. "But PCOS and Endometriosis are rough, man. Misha and I did some research after she told us about her conditions."

It felt like hours, but he finally made it to WA. Jensen's arrival at the hospital was met with wide-eyed adoration from fans and stunned whispers from staff. "Oh my God, it's Jensen Ackles!" a teenage girl squealed, snapping pictures as he hurried to the nurse's station.

"Y/N. What room?" Jensen demanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.

"Room 308," the nurse replied, star-struck.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Jensen raced down the corridor, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Approaching the room, he paused, overhearing a conversation inside. It was Y/N's mother, her voice laced with disdain and cruelty. "They took your ovary," she sneered. "If you ask me, they should have taken it all."

Jensen's blood boiled as he listened to her venomous words, his protective instincts flaring. "You're a hussy and were an awful mother," her mother continued, reapplying her lipstick with a chilling nonchalance. "You could have enrolled them in private school. But nooooo, being Miss Better Than Everyone, had to homeschool them. As if you could have taught them better. Then to go an sleep around on your husband now. Pffft. I hope my little tabloid escapade shows you exactly how people feel about you."

After Jensen overhears Y/N's mother's hurtful comments, he steps into the hospital room just as Y/N begins to stir from anesthesia. ______

Despite your groggy state, your senses begin to sharpen as you overhear Jensen's voice, firm and unwavering, defending you against your mother's hurtful words. 

“YOU SOLD A STORY TO THE TABLOID?” Jensen’s booming voice made your mother jump as she faced him. “Because you don’t agree with her choices in life after EVERYTHING she’s been through? Based on what I’ve heard tonight, I completely understand why she has so many doubts and struggles trusting anyone.” “Why her husband would never speak to me like this. He…” she continued, flabbergasted by his defense. “HE is DEAD. And if HE had been any kind of a man, he most certainly would have put you in your place.” Jensen stepped closer to your mom with every word.

Security arrives amidst the commotion, but Jensen stands his ground, adamant about staying by your side. “If you need to remove anyone, remove her.” He bellowed. Security took your mother outside to give the situation some kind of resolve.

As you slowly wake from the anesthesia, the scene unfolds before your blurred vision. You feel a surge of conflicting emotions—gratitude for Jensen's protective presence, relief that he's here, but also vulnerability exposed by your mother's callousness. Your heart races making the machines beep furiously. 

With a trembling hand, you reach out weakly towards Jensen, your fingers seeking his warmth and reassurance. A silent plea for forgiveness. “Don’t speak, princess. Just listen,” he said to you, taking a seat as he held your hand. “I need you to come home.”

[chaithetics]

Disabled, Chronic Illness, and/or Mental Illness Reader Masterlist

Anxiety

Porcelain and The Shark Series - Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x f (afab) Roy reader. Reader has anxiety.

Devilish Worries and Bodies* - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) x f (afab) reader. Reader has anxiety.

Late Night Mends - The Kid (Monkey Man) x f reader. Reader has anxiety.

Autism

A Purrfect Addition - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) x autistic plus size fem reader. Reader has autism (ASD).

Depression

Gynaecological/Pelvic Pain, Endometriosis, Fibroids, Vaginismus

Oscar Isaac Boys with Period, Endo, and PCOS Reader HCs - Multiple Oscar Isaac Characters x afab reader. HCs for PCOS, endo readers and readers on period/in related chronic pain.

Sticky Notes and Explorations* - Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina) x f (afab) reader. Reader has vaginismus.

Couchside Comfort - Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x f (afab) reader. Reader has endometriosis.

*Indicates smut.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

I’ll Fix It- Kelly Severide

Summary: You have an ovarian cyst rupture on a call. Kelly will do anything in his power to help you through this.

Warnings: GRAPHIC descriptions of vomiting (sorta), PCOS (mentioned), passing out, some cursing, loose medical jargon from personal experiences (sorry if any of it is wrong)

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Most people don’t know that Kelly Severide is a big softy. Of course, he can be a comforting presence in the aftermath or during a call to someone in distress, but outside of that scenario, most people only see a play boy with a hard exterior. When it comes to you, Kelly melts at pretty much anything you do, say, or need.

You’ve been dealing with issues with your period for a couple years now. Kelly found you bent over in pain from ovarian cysts in the turnout room when your relationship just began and has been by your side for all of it ever since. When Kelly knows it’s around your time of the month, he keeps an extra eye on you and pampers you as much as possible, even at the fire house.

The first sign of pain for this month’s cycle came up on a call. Adrenaline was running high during the call, but as you all began to do overhaul and that adrenaline died down, you registered sudden severe pain. You were walking up the steps of the house when the pain hit, forcing you to double over and gasp in a huge breath that felt like it got caught in your lungs.

Kelly happened to be in the living room of the house when he heard Matt call your name. Kelly came running out to see Matt lowering you to the ground with Stella in front of you, begging you to take a breath. “Move!” Kelly barked at his ex, coming around to your front. “What happened?” Kelly asked Matt, seeing your eyes squeezed shut and you attempting to draw air in.

“I don’t know. She just started going down.” Matt said, kneeling to lower you onto the ground after Stella handed him her coat.

“Baby? Look at me.” Kelly said, kneeling next to your head and taking your hands in his, feeling for any type of fluid as he met your eyes when they opened.

You had unshed tears in your eyes. Your face was bright red as you tried to breath through the pain. You exhaled forcefully, breathing with Kelly as you locked eyes and he squeezed your hand.

Kelly nodded once you started breathing and looked over to Matt, who was ripping open your coat and trying to check for wounds under your shirt. Kelly noticed no changes in your grey tshirt color, so that was a relief. He really took a breath when Matt exposed your stomach, the skin as perfect as he left it the night before.

“Hurts.” You grunted out, trying to curl around Kelly’s side and away from Matt’s prodding hands.

“What does hun?” Matt asked, leaning over to look at your face.

“Kel.” You said, looking him in the eyes and pleading with him to know. He would know.

“Oh.” Kelly breathed, nodding his head. Kelly looked to Matt and then to Boden, who was standing a few feet away. “Uh Chief. Y/n and I need the week.” Kelly said, giving Boden a look.

When Boden found out about your chronic pain issues, he was furious that you didn’t tell him before Kelly found you, but he was completely understanding. He always let Kelly go home with you and stay with you incase you needed anything. Boden nodded and took out his keys, handing them to Kelly. “Take the buggy. I’ll ride back with squad.” Boden kneeled down and pushed back your hair. “You go rest.”

Kelly nodded and pocketed the keys. “Thanks chief.” Kelly said before looking back to Matt. “We will talk later.” Then Kelly turned to Stella. “Sorry for yelling. I was worried. It wasn’t your fault.”

Stella nodded and smiled. “All good.” She then knelt next to you and rubbed your shoulder as Kelly sat you up so that she could grab her coat. “Glad you’re okay. Let me know if I can bring anything by after shift.”

You smiled and said your thanks to everyone around you. You were so embarrassed that this happened on a call. You weren’t ready for the talking to you would get from Matt when you got back. You wrapped an arm around Kelly’s shoulders as he lifted you bridal style and carried you towards the car.

After placing you into the front seat and buckling you in, Kelly pulled out some hand warming packets and activated them. “Hey baby. Put it on the places that it hurts the most.” Kelly said, blocking the view of your fellow firefighters as you pulled off your turnout pants and pulled your shirt up to place the warming packets in between your stomach and the waist of your pants.

“Thanks.” You breathed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You grabbed on to Kelly’s hand as another bout of pain ripped through your abdomen.

“Shhhh. Breathe baby. It’ll pass. I’ve gotcha.” Kelly whispered, using the hand that you weren’t clutching to push your fly aways back. “Breathe. That’s it. It’s alright.” Kelly soothed, coaching you through the worst of it.

Once the pain started to settle, you let go of Kelly’s hand only for him to reach up and wipe away the tears on your face. You hadn’t even realized you had been crying. “Can we get going? I want you to hold me.” You asked, looking up at Kelly to see him smiling softly at you.

“Of course baby girl.” Kelly replied, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. “Once we get to the house, you put your gear away and go lay down on the couch. I’ll get all of our stuff and my unfinished reports and then we can head home.” Kelly laid out his plan before kissing you once more and shutting the door to round the car and get into the driver’s seat.

———Time Skip———

You have always been extremely clingy, which is one of Kelly’s favorite things about you. So, to say that you were attached to Kelly’s hip would be an understatement when you are not feeling good.

Currently, Kelly was carrying you on his front while he went about getting you both some clothes. “Hey baby? I got you some comfy clothes. One of my shirts and a pair of your pj shorts. You wanna change?” Kelly asked, rubbing your back.

You stubbornly shook your head with a small hum of discontent. “Not till we are ready to go to bed.” You mumbled into his shoulder knowing good and well that Kelly would still have to leave the room for a few things you still needed.

Kelly sighed and kissed your temple. “Okay baby. Let’s go get you some Gatorade, your pain pills, your heating pad, and your favorite blanket. Okay?” Kelly asked, rocking slightly back and forth like a mom holding a baby. Well, you are his baby.

You nodded into his shoulder and kissed his neck. “Mkay. Then pjs and bed?” You asked.

Kelly hummed. “Yep. Then pjs and bed.” Kelly confirmed, starting the trek to the kitchen. “Want a snack while we are in here?” Kelly asked you, though he was sure he knew your response.

“No thanks.” You mumbled. “Maybe later.” You said, burying your face into his neck.

Kelly sighed but nodded, rubbing your back. “Alright. Here baby. Hold this Gatorade for me, would yah?” Kelly asked, reaching back to hand you the bottle as he exited the kitchen and swept your favorite blanket off the couch on the way back to the bedroom. After you both threw your items onto the bed, Kelly took you into the bathroom to grab the heating pad and your meds. “Want a quick shower?” Kelly asked, knowing you were both covered in sweat and soot, but sometimes you just couldn’t stand when you were in this much pain.

You stayed silent for a moment and considered the question. You figured you should given that you just put new sheets on the bed and you didn’t want them to be dirty already. “Quick one.” You relented, slowly unfolding from around Kelly to stand on your own. You carefully undressed as Kelly turned on the water and stripped himself. You sat on the bench in the shower and allowed Kelly to clean you up.

When he wasn’t using the shower head, Kelly made sure to direct the stream toward your abdomen so that the heat would hopefully sooth your aching muscles. He was gentle with you as he washed your hair and your body, not even bothering with conditioner when you voiced that you were feeling slightly lightheaded and nauseous the longer you sat there. Kelly figured he would just use some leave in conditioner in place of the actual conditioner.

“Kel. I uh. I need to lay down I think.” You whispered, leaning back and resting your head on the wall as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you.

Kelly nodded and stayed calm, reaching forward with one hand to cradle your head while reaching back with the other to turn off the water. “Slow deep breaths baby.” Kelly murmured, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “How bad?” He asked, trying to figure out his next move.

“Mhmm. Bad.” You mumbled, reaching up to clutch Kelly’s hand. “Sick.” Was all you could muster as a strong wave of nausea accompanied the dizziness.

Kelly nodded and stepped to the side, gathering you slightly into his chest before sweeping your hair away as he leaned you forward. “Alright. I’ve gotcha. Just let it happen.” Kelly soothed, rubbing his thumb over your collarbone as he held you as tightly as he could.

You swayed, clutching your stomach with one hand and holding Kelly’s arm with the other. You groaned as the pain shot through your lower abdomen, causing Kelly to shush you. You tried to breathe through it but gasped as the pain suddenly got sharp, quickly turning to a gag.

“I know baby. One must’ve burst.” Kelly said, kissing your temple. “Let it out. The toxins need to come out and then you’ll feel better.” Kelly soothed, making sure your hair would stay back before rubbing your lower back.

As Kelly rubbed your lower back, you jolted forward and brought up a stream of puke. You gasped when it ended only to bring up another stream, some splattering onto the wall. You shook and gasped when you could, the heaves being violent and practically making you projectile. This was the worst one yet.

“Shit baby. It’s alright. Okay. Okay. I’ve gotcha.” Kelly soothed, standing closer. He didn’t care if he got puked on. He knows you hate puking in the first place and this is the worst he’s ever seen anyone get sick. “Sh Sh Sh Sh Sh. Breathe. Breathe baby.” Kelly soothed, thumping your back as you choked up. To him, you sounded as if you were choking, but he knew your body was just waging war against itself. You were puking and panicking, and it was definitely not a good combination.

You clawed at your chest, only stoping when Kelly grabbed your hands and slid you forward enough to sit behind you on the shower bench. You panted, seeing black dots dance in your vision. You clutched onto Kelly’s arm for dear life. “I-“ you tried to warn him, but another gag ripped through your body.

“Shhh. I know. I know. I’ve gotcha. Just let go.” Kelly urged, seeing the way your eyes kept rolling in the back of your head and how white your face was turning. You were gonna pass out and there was no stopping it, but at least you were just dry heaving at this point.

You tried to control your breathing as you spit strings of bile from your lips. You did not like this feeling at all. You have had this feeling before, but you were actually going to pass out this time. You could see the darkness closing in on the corners of your eyes as your head went fuzzy.

Kelly caught you as you pitched forward again, but this time you fell limp in his arms. You had warned him of the feeling you got when it got bad, but this was the first time you had ever passed out. Kelly sighed, trying to ward off the panic that was trying to settle in as he realized that this cyst must have been large or you were just exhausted before the pain hit.

You woke as Kelly gently lowered you onto the bathroom rug, having pulled down a towel to pillow under your head. You groaned, immediately trying to sit up. You felt panicked and you weren’t sure why.

Kelly was quick to push you back down. “Hey. Not so fast.” Kelly chided. “You’re okay. You passed out but I have you. Just try to relax for me.” Kelly soothed, turning you to your left side and getting you into the recovery position.

“Kel.” You panted out, still trying to get control of your body once again. You felt floaty still, like you had been drugged, but you knew that couldn’t be right. Kelly would never drug you.

Kelly shushed you, grabbing another towel to lay over your body. “I know. I know. Just relax. I think the worst is over. You had a cyst burst I think.” He tried to sooth you, assessing your body as he covered you up as best he could. “You breathing okay?” Kelly asked, wiping your face clean and then rubbing his thumb over the bridge of your nose.

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered. “I-I d-don’t like this.” You whined, reaching for Kelly.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” Kelly soothed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I’m gonna make it all better though. Tell me what you need.” Kelly said, getting in your line of sight and clutching your hands to give you a life line.

“I-I want you.” You said, pulling at Kelly. “And c-clothes. ‘M cold.” You said, poking out your lower lip. You were slightly trembling under the thin towel Kelly covered you with. Neither of you were sure if you were cold from shock, the adrenaline waning, or the coolness of the winter Chicago air that was seeping through the walls.

“Okay baby girl. I can get you dressed. Stay right there for me.” Kelly said, leaning down and kissing you before he tried to stand. You weren’t having any of it.

“No. No no no. Please. Please don’t leave me.” You immediately panicked, clutching onto Kelly for dear life. “Don’t. I don’t wanna be alone. P-please.” You sobbed, not letting Kelly loose.

Kelly sighed and sat back down. “Okay. Okay baby. Breathe. I gotcha. I won’t leave you.” Kelly said, making sure to voice his promise to you. He would never leave you. “Let’s sit up real slow. See how you handle that. Okay?” Kelly suggested, kissing the back of your hands.

You nodded feebly. You’d do anything for this to be over with. You let Kelly slowly sit you up, biting back pained groans as the movement sent shocks of pain through your tender abdomen.

“Talk to me baby.” Kelly said, scooting behind you to give you something to lean in to.

“S’okay. Just hurts.” You murmured, leaning back into Kelly’s still naked body in search of warmth.

“Scale of one to ten?” Kelly asked, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you in as close as he could.

“Meh. Like a 6. Better than before but super sore.” You replied, trying to rest. “M’tired.” You mumbled, eyes slipping closed as Kelly’s body heat helped warm your chilled skin.

“That’s good baby. I’m gonna stand. You stay right there and let me pick you up, okay?” Kelly asked, kissing you behind your left ear, causing you to shiver at the contact.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes like a child to try to clear them. You weren’t sure if the blurriness was from pure exhausted, exertion, or from crying so hard, but it was starting to aggravate you. You just wanted Kelly to put your pjs on for you and tuck you into bed. Your bottom lip wobbled as frustration and pure exhausted came slamming to the surface.

Kelly noticed the change straight away and quickly picked you up, swaying once you had your arms around his neck and legs around his hips. “Hey hey hey. Shhhhh. What’s wrong? Hmm?” Kelly asked, kissing your head. “What do you need beautiful?”

“I-I just wa-wanna sleeeeeep!” You wailed, burying your face into Kelly’s neck. You knew you were out of control, but you were exhausted.

“Okay baby. Alright.” Kelly soothed, kissing the side of your head once again as he moved to exit the bathroom. “Let’s just get some pjs on and it’s bedtime for you missy.” Kelly said, sitting you on the edge of the bed. He moved quickly, throwing one of his shirts and your underwear on you before he jumped into a pair of boxers.

“Stay?” You whispered as Kelly tucked you in.

Kelly knew that shower would need to be cleaned, and probably the rest of the bathroom too, but that could always been done later. You needed him more right now. “Of course beautiful. I’m right here.” Kelly said, slipping into bed and wrapping you in his arms.

[trashland-llamas]

Cramps

Brought to you by whatever cursed deity it was that decided my bitch ass was getting cramps this time around despite never getting them for roughly 7yrs at this point. Thing is they're not that painful, just fucking annoying.

They/them pronouns used for reader; x fem reader

C/f - comfort food

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'Uh, Nami?' They didn't know who else on the ship they could turn to exactly, except maybe Chopper as the medic knew of their PCOS diagnosis. Being the one to see that they got their needed medications. But they didn't want to go to him for this. You see, they had never experienced the dreaded period cramps they had heard about. While their period was regular, all the symptoms were extremely mild...well, besides the blood. Guaranteed to ruin at least one pair of pants each time it came.

'Yes y/n?' Nami answered, hardly looking up from the book she was reading. 'How do you deal with cramps?' Placing a bookmark as their question caught her attention. Finally taking in how they were hunched over themselves, a hand failing to discretely cradle their lower stomach. A grimaced expression to match. 'Come with me.'

'Where are we going?' Their steps were smaller than usual, barely able to keep up with Nami's strides. Noting all the twists and turns as they went. 'To my room. I have some stuff that'll help. And then we'll pester the cook for some chocolate or whatever it is you're craving.'

'He's not going to be weird about it, is he?' Nami's room was cluttered with maps. Some were fully finished while others were in the first or second round of drafts. Her desk had an opened ledger, a paperweight holding down some receipts. 'Not anymore than he usually is.' Nami lied as they handed them a bottle of painkillers, not wanting to stress them out. The truth was Sanji would want to pamper them in excess. To the point of infantilization. 'Take two of those. Should ease the pain for a couple hours.'

Nami gave Sanji a stern glare, silently telling him not to pull any funny business. 'What can I make you, mademoiselle?' Eyes softening after noticing their condition. Not wanting to frighten them or be too over the top with his hospitality. 'could you make c/f?' Reader was unsure if they could stomach it but it did bring comfort when they were sick. 'Of course, let me see if I have the needed ingredients.'

'Here you go, m'lady.' Passing them a plate along with a cup of herbal tea. Sanji watched from his peripherals as they ate, gauging their reaction. 'Thanks cook,' Nami appreciated that he had reeled in his affection. After they finished what they could of the tasty food, Nami led them to the nearest hammock. Staying by Reader's side as they softly snored, coaxed into sleep by the ship rocking against the waves. Rubbing gentle circles into their stomach. Sanji smiled, seeing this less abrasive side of the navigator.

'Will you keep watch over them?'

'Gladly.'

[spiritsurfers]

Channeled reading on PCOS & Hormonal Balance

https://spiritsurfers.substack.com/p/channeled-health-reading-pcos-and

[shinhoebakuhoekitten]

Cramping really bad right now.

So of course my head is filled with Bakugo warming his palms up just the slightest with his quirk and laying them softly on my tummy to help alleviate the pain.