#chat when i tell you this man makes me so unwell

[moeitsu]

for the ask game :)

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon. But could you give us more on your chubby Arthur HC? I need more of that! Like right now! (But no rush, I just love big boy Arthur as much as you do)  🙏❣️

Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh I would absolutely love to dive into more chubby!Arthur HC's. He is so dear to me.

I got carried away with this, and sorta poured my heart into it. It’s basically just a love letter to my favorite husky cowboy <3

WC: ~3k

TW: self-esteem issues, body dysmorphia, ED, alcoholism, some NSFW at the end so minors beware.

I also want to add, these are all just personal self-indulgent headcanons. So some might seem ooc. Take it up with the council if that bothers you :)

When I say chubby/fat Arthur I mean that with my full chest. I'm talking a big boy— a soft curved belly, thighs as big as tree trunks, and a smooth jawline.

I want to point out, muscle and fat are not mutually exclusive. He can be fat and incredibly strong.

Standing at 6'0", Arthur is already an imposing figure. His healthy weight in the game is around 210-220 lbs, but let’s add 30 more—making him a solid 250 lbs (give or take).

Even in the game, his healthy weight would still be considered a giant of a man for that time period. So keep that in mind.

Most of that weight? Pure muscle. Beneath his soft exterior are abs of steel, and those biceps could crush skulls and give the best hugs.

He is simply just a very husky man.

Deeply, deeply insecure as all hell about his weight though. Especially with you.

Especially in the bedroom.

Arthur knows he is strong and muscular, but he fixates on the “softness” of his body. Believing it makes him less capable and less desirable.

But more personally, it serves as a constant reminder of his failures and guilt.

The gang’s comments about his appetite and size don’t help. He pretends not to care, but every jab chips away at his confidence.

He’s often seen as the "muscle," a human shield, or an intimidating force, hearing terms like “big oaf” and “dumb brute” far too often.

Absolutely hates the way his presence fills a small room.

These insecurities run so deep that Arthur refuses to take his shirt off in front of others. Always making excuses to keep it on.

His body is marked by lots of stretch marks. They trace around his sides, under his belly, thighs and shoulders. He’s grateful that his body hair covers most of them.

Some are so deep they’ve become scars.

Hyper aware and very self-conscious of them. He thinks they’re a sign of weakness and being too “soft”.

Always avoids looking at himself in the mirror. He struggles with feeling undesirable as it is, and his body only adds to that torment.

Arthur has an unhealthy relationship with food and struggles with control. His eating habits are tied closely to his emotions.

He tends to overeat to cope with intense stress, loneliness and guilt. Food is used as a comfort in these moments—but he doesn’t enjoy it.

Trying to fill an emotional void rather than physical hunger.

At other times, food feels like a reminder of his lack of control. And he deprives himself of a meal or two. Using hunger as a punishment.

Alcohol has played a part in his weight too.

Often seeking its numbness to drown out the hunger and the noise of his own thoughts.

The heavy drinking dulls his appetite and gives him an excuse to skip meals.

Though he’s known to engage in binge cycles when things start to get really bad. Overindulging in both food and alcohol to the point where he’s physically sick and emotionally raw.

Moments like this tend to isolate him from the gang. He’s unwilling to face questions and judgement so he withdraws and wanders off.

Sometimes he feels more confident after having a drink or two, the alcohol dulling his self consciousness. He hates himself for needing it, and when the false confidence fades he feels exposed.

Okay goddamn those were really sad, moving on now!

Arthur worries that his size intimidates women. Some admire his strength, while others hurl insults, leaving him to quietly fear his body might never be truly loved.

He’s too big, too rough, too much.

Sweats a lot too, he can’t help it. He’s hyper aware of his odor when he hasn’t had the time for a proper wash. And feels immensely embarrassed when other people comment on it or make a face.

Spends a lot of time comparing himself to other men. Especially ones more “acceptable” in the eyes of a woman.

Because of his size and his looks he goes out of his way to be gentle and soft-spoken around women.

(^^^this especially is so so so canon to me. He is ALWAYS respectful and gentle with women)

Constantly aware of his own strength, and oftentimes has to reel himself in so he doesn’t unintentionally hurt somebody.

Arthur is

without a doubt

the sweetest gentle giant when you get to know him.

It will take time, but when he finds a woman who accepts his body, he can be a very loving partner.

He sees you as something he can protect and comfort and care for. Someone who needs him not for his size, but for his heart.

Feeling comfortable in his own skin around you is one of the greatest things you could ever give him.

Very touch starved (ill talk more on that later) and loves to give you the softest warmest hugs.

Regardless of his reputation, he has very tender hands. Whether he’s sketching you in delicate strokes, petting his horse’s neck, tracing his thumb over your cheek, or holding your baby.

The same hands that safely cradle you every night.

Despite his relationship with food, cooking and eating are still things he genuinely enjoys.

Love to hunt and cook over an open flame. Nothing better than the taste of woodsmoke in fresh meat.

He also loves to share his food. He will always make sure you have enough to eat, and even offer his own plate if you are still hungry.

It brings him great joy to be able to provide for you.

Let’s move on to some silly sweet and smutty ones shall we? ;)

The fastest way to this man’s heart is when you cook for him.

Especially baked goods. Bake him a sweet homemade apple-pie with a thick vanilla cream on top and he's getting you pregnant. going to marry you.

You could literally be an idiot sandwhich in the kitchen and he would still praise your cooking through the roof.

Why? Because he’s already head over heels in love with you for making the effort.

He also has a huge sweet tooth. Peppermint candies are his kryptonite.

Arthur’s laughter is a full-body experience. His chest trembles, his belly shakes, his voice booms. It’s impossible not to smile and laugh along with him. His eyes crinkle in the brightest way, making his joy contagious.

His real smile is rare, but when it comes it makes your heart flutter because he is so unguarded and in the moment you can glimpse the man beneath the hardened outlaw.

Man is the ultimate heater!!!

He makes the best personal blanket. His body runs hot, and he’s the fastest way to warm your freezing hands—though he might grumble when you tuck them under his shirt, directly onto his soft chest.

Your fingers feel like damn icicles. But he just adores the way you melt into him.

Loves when you ask him to warm you up. Like yes please, let this man just hold you in a big hug and rub your arms, your legs, your back. Everywhere.

Until there isn’t a trace of your body left that hasn’t felt his loving touch.

On this topic ^

Arthur loves physical affection with you. He is so so touch starved, and he craves it more than he'll ever admit.

With others he tends to flinch away or shrug off their touch. It’s not necessarily a distrust, but more of a defense.

Freezes up the first few times you do touch him. Always afraid of ruining the moment.

You have to be patient with Arthur, touch means trust. And physical affection becomes a deeply emotional act for him—things he rarely felt in his life.

Every hug, kiss, touch (and sex) is very sacred to him.

Smell gestures mean everything to him, especially in the camp. He is not a big fan of PDA, mostly due to his own insecurities. But he is not afraid to hold your hand, kiss your temple, or playfully flick your hat.

Protective gestures when you’re out in public.

Such as resting his large hand on your back as you walk. Positioning himself so he’s always close to you. Moving you behind him when strangers approach. Holding you tightly at night.

Completely melts under your touch.

Loves when you play with his hair, kiss his forehead, run your fingers through his beard, and oh god please please touch his belly.

Tracing slow circles on his chest and down the soft curve is a surefire way to get this man on!top!of!you!

The first time your fingertips trail down his stomach he’s caught off guard by how sensitive it feels. He might be soft, but your touch sets his skin on fire.

Something about it makes him nervous yet excited. The way your hands glide over him with such care and adoration makes his doubts disappear.

For the first time, Arthur feels comfortable being shirtless. It takes him awhile to work up the courage, your words and reassurance helps enormously.

But ultimately he just craves the feeling of your hands on his bare body.

It feel like a sanctuary.

Where a woman praises a man.

Because she loved him something holy.

He loves to be skin to skin. Didn’t realize how much he needed it until you offered it to him. He finds himself seeking it out whenever he can.

Adores the feeling of your bare chest against his. The way your nipples peak and harden when they brush over his chest hairs.

Your warm breath against his neck puts him at ease and helps him relax.

SMUTTT!!!

This man is easily aroused.

He’s often overwhelmed with desire, feeling like a lovesick teenager. (He just wants to be loved so goddamn bad)

Whether it’s watching the curve of your ass as you bend over, eyes lingering on your lips while you talk, or catching the scent of your hair as you lean in to kiss him, Arthur is hopelessly smitten.

There’s really nothing you can do that won’t stir this man's cock.

Just watching you ride a horse makes the blood flow.

Arthur is nervous and very insecure about his size when it comes to sex. It would take awhile for him to work up to it. But these doubts can be kissed away with gentle patience and praise.

Personally, I think the ‘first time’ with you would be very hard for him. He is not a sex god (yet) and he’s a nervous wreck when it comes to being intimate.

I wouldn’t blame him if struggled with losing an erection when his doubts and insecurities became too loud. He would be so embarrassed and apologize a million times.

If he’s had any alcohol it only makes things worse.

Compliment him, tell him how much you love his body. How his arms make you feel safe, how his chest feels like home against your cheek.

Remind him that you accept and love every inch of him.

He loves to be praised. Arthur needs to be praised. It is his weakness and it makes him feel cherished and confident.

The love language he wants to receive is words of affirmation 1000000%

But don’t let him fool you, for as much as he loves it he will always out praise you. In the bedroom, in the kitchen, on a job. It never ends. That deep soft spoken timbre of his voice never fails to make your knees weak.

This boy is putty in your hands. Mold him into whatever you need him to be, as long as he’s yours.

When he feels your lips trace down his chest and stomach he is gone. He is completely owned by you.

His breath quickens. Cock twitching helplessly, thick and dripping with arousal. Just aching to be inside.

Once Arthur gets you below him it’s suffocating in the best possible way. Your body is completely consumed by him, like nothing exists beyond the two of you.

It's like he’s trapped you in his world and every mewl, moan and whimper you make below him is for his ears alone. When he groans into your neck you feel it in your soul.

You thought he was a big man?

Wait till he’s rubbing his cock along your folds and prodding your entrance. Wait till he’s breathing sharply through his teeth as he pushes the thick swollen head inside. Letting out a long, low groan as he carves out a space for himself within your body.

It burns white hot as he pushes in. The pain mingling with a pleasure that was born from an aching need for connection and trust.

A kind of fullness that just feels so right.

Oh but he’s kissing you and praising you and stopping to make sure you’re okay. Arthur studies your face, for any sign of discomfort. But when you give him the ‘ok’, he loses himself in your embrace.

Eager to show you the same love and devotion you’ve so freely given him. Sex is divine. It’s a moment of surrender. He lets go and he lets himself just be.

He’s not an outlaw, a gunman, a survivor—he’s just a man. Deeply in love with a woman.

Arthur spent his whole life putting up walls to protect himself. Being intimate with you means tearing them down, letting his darkest parts be seen. Scars and all.

Sex with a big man can also be awkward if you let it. Arthur is large, he takes up a lot of space. Certain positions can be hard. And softer body parts tend to move more during the act.

And that’s okay! Because you love every moment of it.

Every time you moan, kiss his neck, tug on his hair, rake your nails down his back, tighten your walls, cry out his name—he’s reminded that he is worthy of love.

Arthur never rushes through sex (unless absolutely necessary) It’s a time for him to show his adoration, to dote on you. To bring you to the edge of euphoria again and again until nothing else matters.

Those ocean blue eyes will tell you everything. His love, his fear, his gratitude. Holding his gaze is not only a huge turn on but very emotional.

You can feel the way his cock twitches inside you, and simultaneously his lip curls. Learn to read his face and you’ll know exactly when he’s about to come.

Not only will you feel it, you’ll see it in the way he loses control.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, and his length has a lot to show for it. Arthur knows this, and he’ll spend his time getting you ready for him with his tongue and fingers.

Let the man eat you out as!much!as!he!wants!

There is no such thing as taking turns. Sit on his face, ride his goddamn nose. Squeeze his head with those beautiful thighs. Let him get drunk off that pretty pussy. The man fucking needs it.

Arthur is also a natural giver, but we all know that.

Big fan of slow, rough sex. Watching his cock slide out of your tight pussy, leaving just the tip before snapping his hips back into you.

Intoxication with how it steals your breath away with each thrust. The creamy sounds of your arousal mingled with your shaky moans make him go absolutely feral.

He has to grip the head board just to keep himself from breaking your spine with his strength.

Favorite positions are the ones where he can watch your face contort with pleasure. Often missionary or cowgirl. Sometimes doggy if he can put you in front of a mirror and make you watch.

Arthur’s vocal in bed, but only when there is little chance of being heard. He’ll sing for you when you’re alone in the wild, or cozied up in a hotel, he throws caution to the wind when you finally have your own home.

He whimpers too, and he stopped fighting them once he realized how much your cunt tightened around his cock in response.

Hear me out, after things are established between you and you’re both comfortable in bed. Sex becomes a very fun activity as much as it is a vulnerable one.

I’m not saying y’all would tell jokes in the middle (I think Arthur would be very serious) but the act itself is just fun.

Arthur’s watching your face twist in pleasure as you ride him. Sapphire blue eyes gleaming in the firelight, full of lust and hunger and something more playful. He’s gripping your bottom, initially helping your pace but now you’ve taken complete control. Using his body for your own pleasure, setting your own rhythm. Getting off on his cock.

“Yeah, you like that, huh sweet girl?” He coo’s, smacking a hand against your ass and gripping the flesh as it pillows beneath his fingers. “Like ridin’ my cock huh?”

You can only nod, and whimper out a broken “y—yes” mind too focused on not losing that pressure that’s steadily building in your belly. Rising with every bounce of your hips. Threatening to spill over at any moment.

“Yeah?” He repeats. A wicked chuckle escapes his lips. His large hands run down your chest and over your thighs, before crossing an arm behind his head. One hand still kneading the soft flesh of your waist. A smug grin tugging at his lips as he watches his cock disappear inside you. “Well go on darlin’, have your fun with me.”

Every deep groan rumbles freely from his chest as he watches you panting above him. Eyes full of love and adoration, he can feel you getting close. Gripping him so deliciously. “Fuck—Keep going baby. Keep fucking my cock with that tight pussy. You gonna come for me?”

Those words open the floodgates, your vision going blank as pleasure and stars exploded behind your eyes. Crying out his name. You hear Arthur’s stained voice as he finishes in you with a needy groan. “Th-that’s it. That’s m-my good girl.”

Aftercare king!

Arthur will wait for your breathing to slow before disturbing the peace. Letting you rest your head on his chest as he strokes your hair. He can feel your heartbeat in his belly and the feeling grounds him more than anything.

Will get you food, water, wet cloth, whatever you need. He knows you’ll be sore and exhausted the next day. It’s also his way of saying thank you for trusting him with your body.

Sex with Arthur comes with a great deal of emotion and trust. It’s one of the only moments he truly lets his guard down and lets the vulnerability’s surface.

It’s deeply personal, and he craves that connection more than anything. It’s his sacred right, his holy devotion.

Arthur loves being close with you, and he just loves you.

Over time he begins to see himself differently. He’ll never seem himself through your eyes. But instead of looking in the mirror and seeing a large, ugly, and broken man. He’ll see one worthy of love.

Instead of looking at his body and feeling shame, he’ll look at his belly and remember the tingling feeling of your lips. The soft pads of your fingers as you traced his sides, sending shivers that reached the base of his spine.

When he sees those stretch marks he’ll be reminded of how easily he can carry you. How he can provide food and shelter for you. How you’ll never have to worry because he will always shield you from the storm.

With time, he begins to take care of himself more. Drinking less, eating more regularly, and finding solace in his lover when he feels like he is slipping again. Trusting her to let him be broken and held.

Falling in love with you teaches him that healing isn’t a linear path. But your loyalty, love and kindness guide him far better than when he had been on his own.

Arthur’s finally found a place where he belongs.

And it’s with you.

That’s it folks, as you can see I’m very passionate about this subject. Ahem, if anyone would like a part 2 I would be much obliged :)

I touched on some of these HC’s in my Arthur x oc fic, if anyone is interested. I didn’t have time to dedicate the entire work to his body and self esteem issues. So this was very enjoyable for me!

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Chapter 19

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: mentions of blood, a bit of gore too.

Words: 3329

A/N at the end, please read!

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Taehyung could feel his blood boil. You were the softest, nicest little thing he ever met; how could anyone not like you?

Your classmates, he felt rage rumble deep underneath his skin just at the thought of them. They didn't like you? So be it. The alpha hated them like no one else, despising them.

How dare they be so unwell towards you?! You never did one thing wrong to them, and you never even whined in their presence. You always complied with and obeyed their ridiculous wants and needs.

He was pissed—no, he was furious—already standing up after pushing the broken notebook off his lap. The heavy scent of anger filled the room.

A few growls could be heard throughout the room. This was not okay, and they were not happy.

Namjoon held you close to himself, your face squished against his scent gland, his hands squeezing you to his body.

A deep rumble carried through the bottom of his chest, and a small yelp left you, making him to immediately stop.

„Baby no, no, it's okay... I'm not angry at you, pup, alright? Hm? Can you tell me their names, baby? Alpha will go and have a chat with them." He murmured, watching you closely.

Running his knuckles gently over your skin, he tried to coax the names out of you; a few of the other packmates were quick to catch on.

No omega would be happy to see violence. They would go around it for you. Their intentions were quite clear to understand, though the heavy scents they didn't carry weren't telling enough.

After Yoongi came back in the middle of your soft stuttering like sobs when you were telling them what has been going on for a while now, he soon listened in and understood.

He was more than angry; the alpha has never felt such irritation before. He already had quite an interesting call with your class teacher.

While the man didn't necessarily seem like a straight-up terrible man, he should have known better. Making you cry and so stressed out for a reason, purely out of your hands was more than punishable. 

And so the alpha was furious, understandably so. Jungkook also seemed to be greatly unhappy; his jaw clenched while he tightened his fists.

The still-young and quite hormonal alpha wasn't doing so well. Since the pack has pretty much already started imprinting on you, they were very unhappy, knowing that possibly their own omega has been bullied for such a long time.

„Princess, come to oppa now... Let's go take a nap for a bit, hm? I bet you are tired, sweetie." The alpha whispered out, fully aware of what would go down once you were out of earshot.

Wanting you to not have to listen too much, Jimin knew that you were probably still very tired. It was only understandable; you were an omega, and those have to sleep for long hours regularly.

Letting go of you reluctantly, the younger alpha pulled you from Namjoon's warm arms, cooing loudly and helping you wrap your legs around his waist.

Nuzzling your head, the alpha giggled softly, happy to hold you. Smiling widely, he nuzzled your cheek, letting his soft lips ghost over your skin.

Standing up, the eldest also followed along, running his fingers through your hair as you let your head rest against the alpha's collarbone, getting more sleepy by the second.

Walking up the stairs, Jimin swayed you gently, making sure you were sleepy enough as he made his way to his room.

He had a nice, spacious bed and was very aware that you would be able to sleep much better in the heavy alpha's scents surrounding you.

After all, the youngest alphas oftentimes hung out in this room, and so it was full of different smells, bringing further comfort.

Holding you to his chest with one arm, he uncovered the blanket, crawling gently on the mattress. Coming in after him, Jin waited for his packmate to settle down with you before he also went into the bed.

Spooning you, the eldest made sure to turn you away from the doors, the man's wide shoulders shielding you from view.

They needed to make sure you would be safe, especially if they were asleep at the same time as you were.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your back to his chest while Jimin gently nuzzled your cheeks and face to his warm front.

„Sleep tight, my cub. Alpha's will protect you now, baby.” Jin whispered, gently running his fingers through your hair before he too scented you a bit.

Your eyes soon closed, and the two other men were still a bit watchful and careful of their surroundings, only going to sleep after being absolutely sure nothing would disturb any of you.

And so, you were completely unaware of what was going on downstairs; the packmates were unbelievably livid like never before.

Hoseok was the first one to stand up; his jaw clenched as he started to pull on his boots and jacket, looking through the bowl full of car keys.

„Are you serious?” Taehyung asked, also standing up. Before he got to finish, the youngest packmate had already stood up, kicking over the small table before the couch, the wood shattering into pieces with a loud crack.

Jungkook was furious, his pheromones clouding the whole room. No one, not even Namjoon, said much in answer to his act, feeling just like him, if not worse.

„I'm teaching those fuckers a lesson; they will absolutely not pick on my omega. Bitches don't know what's coming." Hoseok barked out, his voice rough and cold like never before.

Soon, the alphas too got ready, all just about to do the same. Piling into one of the bigger cars, they all went to drive together.

The school wasn't too far, and so the packmates soon got there. It was just about the lunch hour now, meaning that many of the classmates were just standing outside, resting during their break.

The packmates didn't hold back for too long, the classmates apologizing with many words - the alphas weren't the ones that had to be apologized to thought.

It was you that had been so wrongly dealt with, and you never deserved such treatment. But even when the angry pack stood before the two betas, their words didn't seem sincere at all.

The man sealed his fate when he muttered about you just overreacting under his breath. Jungkook jumped into action right away, too angry to hold back any further.

Only after one of the betas jaws seemed to be just about completely disconnected did the packalpha step in, pulling Jungkook off of the man.

The alpha snarled, still not done. Humming out in understanding, his elder only pulled him away further from the student, and the pack members soon pilled in together again.

There wasn't much anyone could do, especially since it happened outside of school. The pack had the full right to do whatever they pleased with the students since it only went with the law.

It was one of the more recent ones; after more and more reports regarding fights and murders, always with similar reasoning, resurfaced, the law changed, and the police no longer stepped in when such things happened, only going over them after to file a report if needed.

A pack was allowed to fully deal with anyone assaulting their packmates. No matter what they were to do to them, the law fully forgave them, and there was no penalty for it as long as it was reasonable.

When the pack got back home, they still felt much anger seeping through the bond. And so, many went on towards the gym, the youngest two and the packalpha being the fastest to be there.

Yoongi and Hobi decided it was best to forget about it for now, at least for a little bit. And so they washed off all the blood on their fists and fully showered, not wanting you to have to taint your sensitive nose with the smell of blood.

Changing into completely different clothes, the two alphas made sure none of the panicked scents the classmates carried before they were fully beaten to unconsciousness wouldn't stick.

Wanting to pamper and coddle you well for a while, the pack would then decide what to do next. Going back to the school you went to was already out of the question; the alphas were more than protective enough to even allow you to come close to the building again.

The two alphas decided that the creamy rose tteokbokki would serve as a good, filling, warm meal for your soft little belly.

And so they got to work, with Yoongi frying the cut-up bacon and sausages until they turned crispy and setting them aside. The other man, meanwhile, allowed the rice cakes to soak in water and diced up the onion and garlic, frying them in a different pan until they turned fragrant.

Hobi added dashi and milk, stirring it until it turned hot. He then poured in the heavy cream, gochujang, and a few other things. The sauce soon formed a comfortable orange shade.

The rose tteokbokki was a much milder version, which is key for you to be able to enjoy it. It was a creamy and cheesy meal, and the alphas were sure you would enjoy it a lot.

And so, the older alpha thinly sliced the fish cakes, adding the peeled boiling eggs. He made sure to boil at least eight or nine, blanching them in ice-cold water before starting to peel the shell off.

Hoseok then added the meat and rice cakes, turning off the heat and letting the mozzarella and Swiss cheese melt. Incorporating it, he sprinkled in a small bit of sesame oil.

Preparing eight deep plates, the alpha started serving everyone, always sprinkling on a bit of spring onion. It was best to eat it while it was still hot.

Taking the four plates each, the alphas started to walk slowly upstairs, the chopsticks and a few spoons pocketed in their pants.

Opening the doors slowly, Hobi walked in first, smiling widely when he saw the two alphas holding you so close.

Jin woke up right away, turning around quickly and looking over his shoulder while he pulled you closer to himself.

Recognising his packmates, he sighed out, laying back against the pillow, his shoulder sagging.

Coming closer, Yoongi looked over his elder's shoulder, cooing gently and caressing your cheek. You looked cuddly like never before, your face squished against the younger man's chest, his own head laying against the top of yours, covering you softly.

Even in his sleep, the alpha stayed protective, his warm hands holding you close. If anyone would even try to take you away, Jimin would wake up immediately; Yoongi was sure of it.

Placing the many plates down on the floor, Hobi went to wake them all up, Jin slowly blinking the sleep away. They didn't get to sleep for too long, but lunch had passed long before.

Most of the alphas already left the gym, with Jungkook being the last. Also washing themselves, the men were ready for some late lunch, with Yoongi taking them to Jimin's room.

They wouldn't be able to fit really comfortably, but they didn't care. You seemed happy in the bed, with many blankets and pillows around you, soft against your fingers.

Sitting up, Jimin placed you on his lap with your back right against his chest, resting himself against the headboard.

He was still more than tired. He was used to sleeping in late during their vacation time, and since they entered hiatus, he had more time to replenish his energy.

Sure, they were still planning many performances, but the alphas were now focusing more on their solo careers, and after so many years of endless stress and work, they were happy to finally let up for a bit.

The packmates realised that it was important to help you settle in well, and so they were planning on staying home and overall be with you more often.

They already had many vacations planned ahead, wanting to enjoy true packlife for the first time since their childhood.

Staying in, huddled together in a den, was a part of such activities, but since the alphas were usually not really cuddly and soft with one another, only very little, they didn't have a proper one.

They would invest in a nice, big mattress soon, though, making sure you would have a nice place where you could rest and nest. It was very important.

And so, the packmates all soon one after another littered in, their hair still a bit damp, but they didn't want to spend any time away from you, preferring instead to stay with you.

It was complicated for the alphas to have you out of their sight for now, and that feeling will definitely take a while to outgrow.

Squeezing in closer to one another, the pack members climbed into the bed, soon chewing on the meal. You reached for your own plate, but your palms were soon gently pulled back to your lap.

Tutting you softly, Taehyung already had a bite on a spoon, just before your lips. You turned away, hiding your cheek in Jimin's shoulder, too shy to take a bite.

„Babycheeks, baby, let Alpha help, ...sweetie; come on, be a good girl now, hm?” Quick to coax you out, the man plucked the bite right between your plush-like lips, smiling widely as you chewed.

„Hm... Is it good, sunny bub?” Hobi asked, running his palm over your head. He felt himself preening at the thought of you enjoying the food he made.

And you liked it; the spice was not too much for you, letting you enjoy the meal well. You nodded vigurously at the taste of chewy rice cakes and crispy bacon, a heavy combination.

The packmates made sure your cheeks wouldn't be left empty for any longer than necessary, keeping you well fed above themselves.

The most tasty bites were reserved for your tastebuds only, with the alpha pheromones wafting widely throughout the room.

Now that they had done what was necessary to your classmates, they were left with the aftermath of the sudden rage, worry, and protectiveness clouding their senses.

Warming you up between many blankets, the pack rested together, and the food soon finished. Handing you a water bottle lying around, Yoongi held it to your lips, not allowing you to drink fully by yourself.

Cooing at how well you swallowed, he praised you gently, patting your hair. „Good girl...” He whispered, smiling softly.

The alphas felt relief that you were once again safely tucked away in their arms, with no intruder able to harm you.

Looking at you fondly, the packalpha knew that he had to clear up some confusion regarding their next steps.

„Pup, let's talk now, okay? About what will happen now, baby... Listen to alphas explain for a little bit, my sweetest girl.” He said, sighing out before he continued.

Namjoon realised well that going all alpha against the teacher and classmates probably wasn't the best idea they had, but at the time and for the right reasons, it felt right.

He was still quite careful and reasonable, making sure none of the students or even the teacher would be harmed so much they would have harsh health issues in the future.

Things like smaller scars would keep the memories of their past mistakes fresh. The packmates didn't do much but threw a few punches here and there, mostly just wanting to make sure, nothing like that would ever happen again.

The pack alpha realised that some sort of police officer regarding pack affairs would probably knock on their pack house doors the upcoming morning, but he was more than ready to explain everything.

All of the pack members documents were well updated, and you didn't really need any yet since you weren't properly a part of the pack.

Until you get marked at least.

Your ID was well above enough, and he was sure you had some sort of identification tucked away somewhere in your wallet.

Namjoon knew that even if what they did was a bit drastic, it was absolutely reasonable and not even overreacting. Alphas get more protective if their own omegas are in harm's way.

„I don't think any of us will agree with you coming back to your college now; do you understand why, sweetheart? It's not safe for you, and alphas really really really don't like that, okay?”

With his packmates nodding along, a few of the men ran their fingers over you, softly shushing any questions you might have. Everything would be explained soon; you didn't have to worry about a thing now.

„Yea cub, it's really not good for you, okay? But I can imagine you still want to continue your studies, don't you?" The eldest asked, his hand resting against the back of your head.

You nodded quickly. Good education was the key to everything, and you loved art. If you got the chance to unlock the doors of new possibilities with it, you were more than interested.

„Okay, princess, that's a good thing, baby. I'm very proud of you.”

Jimin whispered in your ear, his chin running over your head in soft, gentle caresses. His scent went over you; the mixture of your natural aroma with his created a nice new mix.

„You could always try to go to a different school, babycheeks, but I think that isn't really the best solution." One of the younger alphas said, Your palm held in his while he watched you closely. 

„I don't think so either. Such stress isn't healthy for you, bunnybun; we can't have that now, can we?” Jungkook said, smiling to try and lift the mood a little.

„Absolutly not. I thought about online lessons instead; how about that kitten? Would you like that, hm?” Yoongi cooed at you, bopping your nose softly.

Thinking over the possibilities, you shrug your shoulders, not sure what it would really mean.

„I thought about that too. It would be a lot easier with our schedule, and it would be much more personal and professional.

I think you would also learn much more cub. And it should be less stressful too, since you would never have to be with so many new people again." Namjoon said, coaxing you to gently nod. You weren't fully sure yet, but you trusted them a lot, and they valued that even more.

„I'm not sure yet oppa... But I can try. I think online classes would be a bit better too, as long as I have some sort of studio I can still visit for all the things I need.” You said.

You never had an easy time making new friends, and so school with so many different people often caused issues and unreasonable stress.

Art school especially could be quite nerve-wracking, and the alphas realised that well. They wanted to make sure you wouldn't drop like that again, prevention was key.

Smiling widely at you, Hobi felt his mood lift a bit. „Thank you so much sunshine... Alpha will set up everything for you; you don't have to worry about a thing. Our small baby can just rest her pretty eyes.”

You felt yourself blush a little, turning your gaze away from the alpha. Laughing even louder, he ran his fingers over your ankles softly, your legs stretched out over his lap.

„I'll look up some teachers later, okay, pup? You can choose of course my baby. How about we watch some movies for now? I thought we could go to the mall later; how bout that?”

The alphas realised well that you needed a few necessities, like some new clothes like different undergarments. You didn't pack that many the few nights before.

„Oh, and also, I called with one of the doctors for omegas, sweetheart; I'll make you an appointment soon, okay? The medicine your older doctor gave you isn't good for you, pup.”

„If you want to take the heat suppressants, you can cub, that is your thing to decide upon. But still, you should have a check up. It's important to have those regularly.”

Namjoon and Jin said, your palm caressed between his. Smiling at you reassuringly when he smelled anxiousness go through your scent, the alphas surrounding you were quick to step in, making sure you knew that you were safe and sound.

„Sh-sh-sh, babycheks, don't fret little baby. Alpha is here, right here."

„No princess, don't worry. Alphas are here now, and you don't need to be scared, baby.”

„That's right, peaches, don't be afraid of anything. Doctors aren't scary cubs, and we will be there the whole time; how about that?”

„...hm? Of course, bunbun, if you want to, I'll hold your hand the entire time; of course, alpha will. You are such a good girl, aren't you?”

„Yes, kitty, you can sit on oppa's lap too if you'll feel like it. You can always sit on alpha's lap, my kitten.”

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A/N: okay, I'll be honest. I'm not so sure how I feel about the violence in this chapter, I'm not fully sure. I understand that a lot of you feel angry at the classmates for being unfair and mean to the MC, but I don't fully like how I wrote this.

I don't think everything is understandable well, since the pack dynamics overall are just like that in my story and I hope it's to no one's issue.

I don't want this to be a yandere themed story!

I might edit parts of it though, so if it changes a bit, please don't be worried.

Lots of love, take care of yourself :)

Next:

[imagobin]

Leorio friend head canons:)? Just like general stuff for being his friend

Ooooh yess been meaning to start writing about Leorio on my own for a while, but looks like the asks beat me to it lol Thank you for requesting this! I definitely have thoughts about being Leorio's friend

🩵Friendship with Leorio HCs🩵

Med school:

You and Leorio enrolled in the same med school at roughly the same time, and ended up in the same class.

However, he didn't seem really interested about making new friends at first, only interacting with you and other classmates if necessary and focusing on his studies. Though he'd occasionally show up to parties to pick up ladies.

You were admittedly curious about him, not only because rumors had it he was a Hunter, but also because of how passionate and determined he was to really make what he studied for into a career.

The opportunity to finally talk to him presented itself on a quiet afternoon in the school's library.

Oddly enough, Leorio wasn't busy studying that day; he was just sitting on a window sill, trying to call someone on his phone. You saw him sigh, concern plastered all over his face... then he noticed you staring at him, flinched and went back to acting as if nothing had happened. "Oh hey y/n! S-sup?"

You ask if everything is okay, and he tries to deflect the question at first, but eventually gives in and tells you about a friend of his, Kurapika, who hasn't been answering his calls lately, and he's very worried for him.

You listen to Leorio, offer some words of comfort. He's really glad that he got to talk about this with someone, and that if you ever needed someone to talk to he'd always be available.

Ever since then you two have made it a habit to chat during breaks and hang out outside of class, going out for a coffee or studying for exams together.

Caring to a fault:

The closer you got to Leorio, the clearer it was that he's willing to put the people he loves above anything else.

When for whatever reason you miss class, he's always the first one to send you a text asking if everything is okay.

He also tells you what topics were talked about that day, if there's any assignments, and even sends you the notes he's taken during class! He wants to make sure you don't fall behind on your studies.

Leorio would also take all your concerns seriously, whether they have to do with your mental or physical health. He's completely willing to offer unbiased advice, and genuinely gets concerned if you tell him you've been feeling unwell and you can't figure out why that is yourself.

Man's going to spend hours researching your symptoms, and find ways to make you feel better.

Once he develops his Hatsu he's even more efficient at that, and often jokes that he won't charge you a dime for a diagnosis. You know full well he wouldn't charge anyone money for that, that's just not the kind of guy he is.

He tends to behave as a big brother a lot of the time, even reminding you to eat and drink if you're one who often forgets to, and even makes sure you get enough sleep.

Basically, he's always looking out for you.

Good fun:

Of course, being caring isn't the only thing he's got going on for him, the guy is also genuinely fun!

There's never a boring moment when you're with him, whether it's because he's gotten himself into trouble or because he's just bringing you with him to a party... you never really know with him, sometimes it's both.

Really, only he can turn a chill party night into a game of 'run away from an angry boyfriend', just because he flirted with the wrong girl there.

And of course he drags you off with him, because buddies stick together!

On nights where things do go well, he has the bad tendency to get absolutely wasted, but it's alright, he's the funny kind of drunk, he gets all wobbly and starts talking nonsense until he falls asleep, probably on you. He's a mess.

Leorio at heart is a pretty adventurous guy, so whenever you guys are free from classes and exams, he often suggests to go on hikes and such.

Although a lot of the time, those hikes turn into him paying very close attention to the plants growing in the area you're exploring, taking note of any medical plant that could come in hand, because "You never know how much equipment you're gonna have on you to practice first aid!"

He's really resourceful like that.

[forgedroyalseal]

Ranger Gathering Day Six

Lead-

Horace was not a leader. He was used to being told what to do, and that’s how he liked it. He was a knight, through and through, happy to let others do the lions share of the planning and plotting. When he was with Will or Halt, they were always be able to see ways around a problem that Horace wouldn’t have come up with if you had given him a 100 years. His talent was in the midst of battle, not in the days and weeks leading up to it. He was a doer, not a thinker, and he had never had a problem with that.

Until now.

Becoming a knight had always been part of the plan. Becoming the Prince Consort of Araluen? Not so much.

He hadn’t thought about what it would really mean to marry the Crown Princess. He seldom thought of Cassandra’s title, to him, she was just Cassandra, the woman he was madly in love with. He proposed because he loved her and couldn’t imagine his future without her right there besides him. Their engagement bliss was short lived though. The moment it was announced, Horace was thrown into meetings and lessons about his future role in the monarchy. With each day that passed, he felt to pressure building up around him. He was painfully aware that every time a member of nobility looked at him, they could see just how inadequate he was to lead the country.

All of this doubt came to a head after one particularly grueling history lesson. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get the information to stick.

“This is important Sir. You can’t expect to lead a country that you know nothing about.” His teacher had said in frustration. Horace’s face had burned in humiliation, and he had sulked out of the study with his tail between his legs.

He spent the rest of the evening locked in his room, claiming that he was unwell when his valet came looking for him when it was time for dinner. It was late in the evening when there was nothing knock at his door. Assuming it was his valet coming back to check on him, he called out from his bed, “I’m alright Roberts. I just need some rest.”

“I’m sure Roberts will be relieved to hear that. I’ll make sure to past that update along, but I’d like to confirm that for myself.” The deep voice was unmistakable and Horace shot out of his bed and rushed to the door. He flung it open and ran his hand through his hair, in a fruitless attempt to make himself appear more presentable.

“King Duncan. Please come in. I’m sorry I wasn’t at dinner, I haven’t been feeling well this evening and-“

Duncan raise his hand, cutting Horace off. “Take a breath son, I’m just here to check on you, not scold you for missing dinner.”

“I appreciate it, but I’m fine, just needed a rest.”

Duncan nodded. “I heard you had a history lesson with Lord Barnaby. No wonder you’re exhausted, I struggle to listen to him for an hour, much less a whole day.”

Horace looked down at his feet. So that’s what this was about. King Duncan had heard about how spectacularly he was failing and he was going to tell Horace that he wasn’t good enough to marry Cassandra.

Sensing Horace’s discomfort, Duncan placed his hand on his shoulder. “I think we need to have a chat Horace.” He guided them over to a pair of chairs on the other side of Horace’s room.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong. And don’t say nothing, I can tell something is weighing you down.”

The warmth of Duncan’s words and the caring look on his face was all it took to open the floodgates. The words spilled out of Horace before he could stop them. “I know that I haven’t been doing a good enough job, but I promise I am trying best. I just, I was never born to lead. It’s never been the type of man I am. Will would have been way better suited for this job, or any other member of nobility for that matter, and I hate that I won’t be the husband Cassandra deserves, or the Prince Consort that Araluen should have. I can’t be the leader that everyone is expecting me to be.”

“I think that you are selling yourself short Horace. And I also think, that you don’t know what is the most important job of a Prince Consort. Your number one priority is and will always be to support Cassie. To give her the emotional and moral support she needs to rule over the country. She can lead, so long as you can support. I have as much faith in your ability to do that, as I have in her ability to be a great leader.”

Horace felt tears prick at his eyes and rubbed his hand over his face in an attempt to push them back.

“Look at me son,” Horace took a deep breath and met the king’s eyes, which were heavy with sincerity. “I promise, you would not be marrying my daughter if you didn’t deserve her. All her life, I have prayed for her to find a partner exactly like you. Not like Will, or a prince, or anyone else that you might think is better suited for the role. You. I truly believe that marrying you will be one of, if not the best, decision my daughter will ever make. And I will be eternally grateful to her for giving me the opportunity to have such a wonderful son.”

Both men were cry at this point. Horace had never felt so validated in his entire life. It was as if King Duncan had read his heart and knew exactly what he had spent his whole life looking for.

“I can’t tell you how much that means. Thank you.”

“You never need to thank me for telling you the truth. And if you ever, ever, need to be remained of it, you come to me, day or night, and I will be here.”

Maybe Horace wasn’t meant to be a leader, but maybe he didn’t need to be one after all.

[tddyhyck]

gahhhhh u’re lit so sweet u make me so giddy i’m gonna cRY. i’ve been okay, just rlly tired 😩 i finally got to listen to the full new album and i absolutely loved it 🥺 how did u find it?! (smoothie’s first frame with jaem. twirls hair.)

idk why but i find ur jeno problems so cute u’re so funny when u talk about him 😭😭 u r so real for wanting to bite him. BLSS what u said about jaemin,, i’m not okay 😭 am i messed up for imagining his reaction to you doing it all over his face? 😭😭😭😭😭 HELLO WHAT U SAID ABOUT JENOOOO……… unwell screeching into a pillow. renjun is so cute but i have not been the same since a wild day in 2022 (sorry that’s so specific, i love being dramatic) when i thought of sweet but strict dom renjun with a silly dumb s/o. what sort of fucked up fantasies do u think he has 🤩 (dw u don’t have to elaborate if there r none, just making ✨light conversation✨ w u 🫶) but u calling him soft has me 🥺🥺🥺 cus i looooove soft,, same with u saying hyuck is “gentle and sticky sweet” eeeeek. cute embarrassed closeted freak jisung 🥰

WHAT U SAID ABOUT THE CHENLEEEEE FIC AWMYGOD pls get carried away as much as u want because that one paragraph ended me with all its sweetness i am fr ready to cry 😭❤️ it’s /so/ soft i love it.

whiny mark 🤩🥰 that’s a nice quote 💕 CHENLE STUFFING THEM IN UR MOUTH WHEN U GET HOME OHMYGHEHFHGBSH WHY WOULD U DO THIS !!!!!

i enjoy chatting with u too 🥺🥺🥰💖💕❤️✨ u toooo! i hope u’ve been well 🫶 

~🪄

awww bestie u are precious 🥺 ,, i am so obsessed with the ep/mini idk what it’s called what’s your fav song?? i really love all of them like it’s hard for me to choose bc different vibes for each tune u know and the styling this era is immaculate also the fansigns i am EATING it up ,,, u are so real about jaemin i have to rewind every performance for his intro 🤤

jeno just makes me feel so feral but also so idk loved ?? like i just know he would be a good partner and it makes me delulu ., i feeL like jaem and would be into it but he would have to coax you making he’s on his knees under you and your standing partially over him and your knees are shaking but he’s rubbing you thighs and being all sweet and praising u ,,,, he’s very yes to me

i need to know about the wild day in 2022 … renjun the man that u are his hair this comeback is sooo cute the purple suits him 😭😭

him being soft and strict with a dumb s/o is SO REAL,, i think he def would be thinking nasty stuff but didn’t want to freak his partner out so he would keep it in but maybe one day they spill about something he’s been dying to do and he’s all giddy and can’t wait ,,

i could see him being into rope play ,, hear me out he’s an artistic lil guy and he wants to make pretty shapes and patterns on your skin he’d pick rope that like perfectly complements his partners skin tone and tie the most beautiful knots ,,, maybe just leave you for a bit while he admires his work ,, even rigging a vibrator up to keep against your clit and your crying and begging to cum and he’s just taunting and teasing and ,,, yes

also think he would be a dom that would use spanking as a punishment and he’s bending you over his knee but he would be so soft despite the slaps ,,, caressing your skin touching you everywhere

also collars and any sort of possessive item like not those ppl that wear hardcore collars around 24/7 but a more subtle piece of jewelry that would be a symbol of ownership

ok i got carried away

jisung is such a freak it’s always the quiet ones u know ,,

chenle would pull them out and they’re still messy and sticky and tell you you’re being too loud before he shoves them in your mouth,,

i’ve been pretty good !! thank u for being so sweet and letting me talk too much 🤭🤭

[gunfr0st]

I just saw the fnaf movie and I need to ramble aah

If you’ve seen it and wanna chat feel free to message I wanna hear other people’s thoughts!

Honestly I’m convinced that mikes family never went camping when Garrett disappeared, I think they were at Freddy’s like the whole movie mike didn’t remember Freddy’s at all so I think he just blocked the pizzeria completely from his mind and replaced it with a “happier” place ie a place they went camping once cus why the hell was afton in Nebraska? Also mike was all like when I’m here I feel close to Garrett. Also if you wanna tie it to the games more Garrett is the crying child stand in and originally it was supposed to be cc that was killed out side of Fred bears ie the kid killed by a man in a car when the kid was all alone. Mike was so unwell the entire movie that I wouldn’t be surprised if he had some hardcore repression going on

In my head the movie is conformation that Michael in the protag of fnaf 4 cus bro when that dream theory book and those pills showed up I gasped

That and that glitch trap or the mimic what ever was trying to make Vanessa a replacement for Elizabeth like I was dead ass waiting for afton to call Vanessa vanny, poor girl if the games and books are anything to go off of poor movie ness had one hell of a childhood

Also BRO THE SOUND DISKS!!! like how it would cut to the speakers and you’d hear the wurring💀 also how in the building the Animatronics looked hella fresh but when Freddy went to the house he looked like he was in really bad shape cus the disks weren’t there to mask his appearance

In that one scene were ness was telling mike about the break in me and my friend were like “ness are you not gonna tell mike about the murders???” AND IT TURNED OUT THE BODIES WERE BEING HIDDEN WITH THE ILLUSION DISKS WICH CAN MASK ODER SOME HOW??? is that why no one ever checked the animatronics??

It was hella corny but I appreciated the animatronics acting like kids and playing with Abby gotta give the 10 year olds inside us that fantasy XD

Also having Willy play phone guy I see what you did there movie~

MATPATS SUCH A LIER!! HE PLAYED THE LONG CON AND IT WORKED!!! I WAS SO MAD AAAH

no but props to everyone that knew and was able to keep the info from getting leaked I hope they’re enjoying all the outraged tiktoks

The movie was filled with so much love like there was even a fnaf world reference in there as soon as there’s a physical copy I’m definitely getting it everyone at the theater was just having a great time

It’s like close to 6 am which was not intentional so imma go mimis night night!

[kuroosdarling]

what ifff, knight!kuroo one day decides u two have messed around enough n that he can’t keep doing this. In a heated argument, he tells u that he doesn’t want u anymore n u should find someone else but in fact, he’s so deeply in love with u that it hurts. n that is exactly why he lets u go, for u, for the sake of ur kingdom. He turns cold, just does his duty n doesn’t involve himself further in ur life..

it hurts more when he starts calling u "princess" n not by ur name. no more casual chatting, no fun...n u just bear it. ur parents want u to marry the charming prince who had taken a liking to u during the ball...n well, u agree coz how long could u deny them anyways? everyone’s happy but there's one person whose heart absolutely shatters upon hearing the news. he has no right to be heartbroken after all, he wanted this to happen, right? he reminds himself.

u look absolutely stunning on ur wedding day. Tetsu cannot stop looking at u n he constantly has to remind himself that u are not his anymore but if desiring another man's wife is a sin then he's more than willing to be a sinner. coz he still does want u so so bad.

u ask ur trusted handmaidens to come with u to ur husband's kingdom. n unfortunately, ur father suggests Kuroo to go with u too since he's the person he trusts the most to keep u safe n u feel most comfortable with him by ur side. Kuroo wants to say no badly, but he settles for a "as u wish, ur highness".

oh it’s a pain for him. he watches ur new husband give u kisses, he sees u two walking into the same room. it’s when he catches u alone that he expresses how much he hates all of this, how he should be the one to give u kisses n hold u. u catch his lips in an instant, he pulls back slightly but gives up when he sees ur pretty face. that one kiss turns to two, three n more. n those kisses lead to hot, passionate, intimate moments when ur husband’s not around. the sneaking around, subtle touches, longing stares….

he can never be yours fully, n u can never be his. he’s the “other man” who’s breaking a marriage, he feels guilty, but all those thoughts are thrown out of the window when u ask him to meet him in private, when u kiss him so sweetly n when u look so beautiful on his cock.

n u feel bad because ur husband’s not horrible by any means but no one could compare to ur tetsu, the only man who hold ur heart.

whew the knight n a married princess no less?? how scandalous!

gosh im sorry u must be sick of me typing brainless things into ur asks 😭

zuro anon

ZURO MY LOVE ! sorry this took me a second to get to, i wanted to give it my full attention :3 never apologize for sending stuff like this omg i live and breathe for it <333

okay this hurts my heart SM !! but in the absolute best possible away. bc it would b so realistic for him to pull back like that to try and protect his heart. but ultimately breaking it more … oh god 😭 im unwell.

imagining the night before the wedding you go to visit him in the middle of the night in hopes he’ll say he loves you, to tell you not to marry him, something.

but he doesn’t 😔 bc at the end of the day he’s a good knight and he knows that you marrying the prince is what’s best for the kingdom. he holds a certain amount of responsibility and he knows he can’t keep you from doing your duties.

or maybe he does — to an extent. he gives you one last night with him, the ultimate send off. making you come undone over and over again and savoring every time you mewl out his name. he knows it’ll hurt 10x more the next day when he sees you walk down the aisle to your betrothed but he can’t help but be a little selfish, even for a moment.

and then after some time and the two of you reunite?? ur right, there would be so. many. conflicted. feelings. UGH !! but there’s a certain level of nostalgia and familiarity with sneaking around with him, which is the warmest welcome being in a new place. your heart truly does only belong to him, and eventually if it comes down to it and your husband found out, you wouldn’t be that mad.

ur right, the scandal would be delicious >:3

[qvirkycrxxtvre]

I’ve decided whilst tripping balls on mushrooms this evening that I will be posting here a tad more.

What it is, is I keep a diary on my notes app on my phone, but I’m deciding to just like, move it. Here.

I say this because I feel like it’s such a waste to live the life I live and it to be told to no one. I know I have this conclusion bc I have dead relatives that didn’t have the literacy to document their stories and I remember my family asking me to listen to these terribly scary familial stories in hopes I would do something good with them, make some kind of art. I won’t.

I don’t talk to my family anymore.

Pause rephrase

I’m not telling you my name, but I want whoever reads this to know this blog will contain the incredibly intimate thoughts of a mentally unwell woman. Me.

I need help, and I’m sure I’ll get there. Hold on I need to restart again

I need it to be known my Husband is a good man, who is coping with a very traumatized wife. My life has always been very interesting and I guess I feel an upswing to that coming soon again. I was one of those who grew up chronically online and had unrestricted internet access starting at the age of 6 maybe, but I still had access even at 3

$€£¥

Sorry okay back back back Maybe I’ll make a notation yup let’s do $€£¥ to notate whenever my ADHD brings me away from my writing so if the thought is incomplete but it’s still in the entry, that’s what happened.

I uh. Used to have a very very public diary. Multiple. Some way more public than others. I don’t really value privacy, my Husband is doing his best to teach me these things like what’s okay and what’s expected but like

It’s fucked okay anyways I think I gave the disclaimers I needed

Fuck the world building I just need to recap all the shit that went down, ugh I can feel it in my guts that I’m supposed to go write a scathing yelp review but no I, I wanna write it in my diary ya feel me? Maybe if I don’t write terribly, I can copy paste lmfao okay sorry back back back

Or actually does it matter? I can’t remember okay yes okay hold

Yes so that notation worthy pause was me reminiscing on our night so so hard that I felt the need to message my friend about the night but then I remembered I literally am starting a diary as a coping mechanism to get the crazy things I need to say out of me without disturbing my life via messaging actual friends or my Husband to start crazy stuff when I really just need a place to vent.

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Sorry, see this is why we don’t have Hemingway ass writers modern day. I’m telling you, if I could focus long enough to tell you my adventures it would be like The Sun Also Rises ahhh it’s always interesting starting a public diary bc it’s like damn I have to introduce myself kind of like not really, I talk about myself and rehash my life on a daily basis so I guess whatever one doesn’t know about me, you can find out in a few days when I get to it.

My brain is literally so Wattpad (where I once had a public diary) that I’m trying to title this project to a degree. Eh,it’ll come in time.

Ugh. I took my meds and when they kick in I’ll go to bed and I’ll still haven’t told anyone about tonight ahhhh

You need to understand that I’m considerably slow processing speed wise but like when given the time to get there, I have a lot of mind.

Anyways. Okay I think I’m finally not tripping balls.

My Husband is asleep in bed next to me. We got home not too long ago- it’s 12:48PM- put the baby to bed, ate our pizza burgers joyously.

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See okay cool now I can just tell it here

God so, there was obviously a time before I was married. I still have friends from that time period.

I currently play DnD on a weekly basis with my Husband, my middle school best friend, anddd

our DM. We jokingly call him Daddy Master because of a typo my Friend made in the group chat.

But god, if she only knew.

I keep getting distracted writing on here because obviously, I want to tell her something.

It’s “What I wouldn’t do to have gone home with Daddy Master tonight”

I hate knowing there was a time when that could have been what happened.

We had some dumb pizza and beer issues tonight and honestly, he handled it. It’s so fucked, I loved a masculine man. I love someone taking lead. I love someone driven to protect. Ugh, and his car was so so clean

So, we ordered food right? But it never came. It was some bullshit. So two hours later, Daddy Master in the front seat, my Friend in shotgun, me behind Daddy Master and my Husband behind my friend

Okay see pause and go back again, the reason calling this guy Daddy Master is extra funny to me, is because I literally used to go to this man when I was younger to get my fill of DD/lg play (it was a trade, I had to do feet stuff for him idk) and like this was all on a friends level because like

Like how I mentioned previously, I don’t entirely understand privacy and something that comes in tandem with that is I also didn’t understand boundaries and what was for people in relationships vs family vs friends of that makes sense.

Anyways. Uh, my Friend doesn’t know how I know our DM. My Husband knows to an extent. That we met on tinder. Same place I met my Husband, years later.

What the fuck was I trying to say

Oh

God I just, my husband isn’t… sexy when he’s mad. He’s effeminate, in like a whimper/panic stutter frustration way, but then also he’s… he’s prone to hit… things…

But Daddy Master? Bruh.

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Sorry. Okay I need like a 4th person pronoun that isn’t “Chat” that I can reliably say to address the readers or else Bruh and bro (my default words) are going to be everywhere here

Dearest Reader. DeRe. Boy if that don’t look like someone making fun of John Deer products in the sponagar voice

Ugh

Anyways, I think I WILL make content on here. A mixed media diary. I used to do comic strip diaries at one point. I won’t take it that far but def anticipate some soundgasm audios attached here and there

I want to tell people things but I feel the meds kicking in, and it’s so late at night.

I’m going to go listen to some audios and jill off now. Ugh. I’ll become a better writer as this goes, I’m sure

Goodnight 1:24AM

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[joytraveler]

68: Hungry Hungry Every Day

This one starts with a dark title screen showing a hypodermic needle and a stethoscope: a medical theme is apparent.

When Bea begins the game, there's a few lines of text:

[A NEW DISEASE IS JUST BECOMING KNOWN.]

[DIAGNOSE EACH PATIENT AND DETERMINE THEIR SYMPTOMS.] [THE REAL PATIENTS ARE VERY HUNGRY.]

"No... no, I don't think so" Bea tries to exit but the chat explodes in protest!

"Fine, the sanctity of my stomach is clearly not important to any of you, let's move on!"

DueyDecimal: Finally some answers about those worms!

Syrupentine: Bea I'm with you on the gross thing but just a couple minutes okay?

Glockroach: Suck it up, soldier

The game itself is quite simple: a line of patients passes across the screen, one at a time per screen, and the player must choose what treatment to give them. If they're coughing, you give them the cough syrup; If they have spots, give them the hypodermic needle.

The danger is that you have to look away from the patient to look at your clipboard, and when you look back, sometimes the patient has different symptoms you hadn't seen before!

"Seems simple enough... Ok ma'am you look like you just have zits.. wait, no!! she wasn't coughing before!? did I give her a wrong thing??"

TaichouSenseiKun: She looks more pale than before too

Bea you don't have a green thumb at all!

After the third person Bea treats, the first person returns: looks like Bea did her good, she gets to stamp her with a clean bill of health! That's a big points bonus, too!

The fourth person, however, is extremely pale, and shivering, and the speech window says:

["Got anything to eat?"]

"It's okay Taichou you can kiss my butt later! We gotta worry about this guy. He's hungry! we should give him a tasty helping of WORM DEATH!" Where's the right medicine! or the right procedure..

Once you check off all the symptoms on your clipboard, the letters turn red and the message appears: QUARANTINE.

"Oh... all right, well.. off with ya then!"

Baconnaise: Great beaside manner, bed

Two people dressed in hazmat suits come to take the frightened patient away! The next one to come in looks scared too-- she must have seen what happened to the last one.

In fact, once Bea checks her clipboard to check off the symptoms, she's gone by the time you look up!

"This is obviously going to get more difficult... Hey!! I... I mean I don't want to send her off if I don't HAVE to, but if I don't.."

The next one that seems unwell, she just checks all the symptoms off as quickly as she can!

"Oooo i done bad.. I done really bad.."

berd_snurglar: nah he looks pretty sick. a nice healthy pink sick

Next one up is the second one you treated, who looks familiar... and not just because you've treated him before. That rictus grin, those unfocused eyes... the blue tinge to the skin.

Glockroach: Real good Bea, you made a Spumco out of the man

"I thought I sent him to be unwormed!! What do you want again, horrible zombish man?!"

The text in the speech box is jiggly and hard to read:

["TELL THEM I'M NOT SICK."]

pigbarrel: a spanko. spank him for his lies

Bea tries to have him sent back to quarantine! Oh, here's the third patient again...

This one looks fine! Pink cheeks, big smile... but something's squirming under its skin.

HNV: I don't think that's something you can check off-- oh wait there it is.

"I long for the charm of Surgeon Simulator.." says Bea, getting visibly uncomfortable! "Uuuugh come on guys you know I can barely do Trauma Center!"

berd_snurglar: the pixels make it better

"THEY MAKE IT WORSE!!"

As soon as Bea looks down at her clipboard, there's a red POP effect from above. "I'm gonna switch views again and squint through my fingers and you guys can give me the details.."

Syrupentine: STOP PLAYING THIS GAME. >____<

When she sees something is still moving on screen, off the game goes!!

HNV: Well, the good news is, that was a game over…

DueyDecimal: Thanks for being brave for us, Bea

Bee52: but you're probably glad you didn't see that

Baconnaise: She'll have to edit this later. there is no escape bea

"Maybe not but there's deep denial and I'm going with that for now, NEXT GAME!"

[pherelesytsia]

Overheard and Untold

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: Spencer overhears when Y/N speaks to Hotch and confesses she is expecting a child with Spencer.

Warning: Pregnancy, fear, anxiety, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k      

a/n:. Requests are open. PART 1/2Spencer Reid Masterlist

Laughter roared, and the day was waning. The clouds were travelling, and the smoke was rising. Life ruled in the gleaming eyes and alcohol, wine as sweet as honey together with whiskey painted the lips. The mood was exuberant and worries were forgotten for a moment, slipping into nothingness.

Y/N had not touched the food on the plates and the vegetables in the colourful bowls. It tasted good, was delicious, but she could no longer smell the odour she once liked much and grimaced nearly in disgust as the wind carried the scent in her direction. She sipped and emptied the glass full of water. The ice cubes remained at the bottom and slowly faded away in the rays of the sun.

The long dress covered her lovely body, making it impossible to spot the barely noticeable bulge she could hide from curious gazes. The sun shone down on her but Y/N avoided the drinks and the food she knew she wasn’t allowed to consume, had been reading books she had secretly bought, still unsure how to break the news to her boyfriend. Y/N was delighted, but every time her lips tried to form to the words of all words, the strength she had gathered in her heart disappeared, couldn't look Spencer in the eyes and tell him what needed to be said. They had never talked about the subject of having children before, to have a family and it had never been necessary to speak of it, it was a subject not spoken of at the dinner table nor on long drives through the streets of the crowded city.

Doubts were clouding her mind. An icy shiver danced down her spine. Y/N had imagined it differently. She wanted to live in a small house and be a married woman, yet she had found the right partner for life long ago, but Y/N did not know how Spencer would react to the news.

Suddenly she felt a pair of eyes resting on her, studying her features closely. Y/N gave JJ a weak smile. She wanted to place her hands on her stomach in a protective gesture, a habit she loved too much, but before Y/N could do so, she curled her fingers into the flowing material of the dress she was wearing. Confusion spread through JJ´s eyes. She didn't have to be a detective to notice that something was wrong with the young woman, who seemed exceptionally calm and deep in thoughts. JJ turned to her friend and took her gaze from the others gathered around the barbecue in the tranquil garden, laughing and chatting with each other and witnessed Spencer in a dark suit standing next to Hotch dressed in a pair of jeans and an old shirt.

            "Is everything alright Y/N/N.", "Of course, what should be wrong with me?" Y/N answered, forcing a smile.

JJ strolled towards Y/N and left the richly set table behind. She knew her friend well and knew something was wrong with her, that something troubled her greatly and even a blind man would see at first glance that Y/N was unwell. The façade shielding her features was well built but her eyes betrayed her, let know she was deeply troubled.

            "I've known you for more than seven years Y/N/N, you can talk to me. Is it about Spencer? I'm worried about you, you've been acting unusual the last few days, the last few weeks to be accurate." said JJ in a worried tone.

            "I'm sorry you were worried about my wellbeing; I didn't mean to worry you JJ. I'm fine." Y/N laughed it off. "And Spencer is Spencer, he's not capable of hurting me. I probably need a few days off. That’s all, you don’t need to worry. It’s just too much, the stress, the last cases and the lack of sleep." added Y/N quickly and JJ nodded.

JJ halted next to Y/N, staring her straight in the eyes, trying to figure out what had happened, hoping she wasn't lying to her, but the answer she gave sounded plausible and reasonable.

            "If something was going on, would you let me know?" she huffed.

Y/N turned, faced her friend and flashed a faint smile. Her gaze was clouded and fear was evident.

            "Of course, I would tell you, but there's nothing I should tell you,” Y/N answered.

“Hotch has gone into the kitchen and you can ask him if you can get a day off, you work as much as Spencer and you deserve a day off more than any of us. You look really sickly and maybe you should ask for a week off instead of one day. Go to Hotch. I'm sure he'll understand." JJ said.

She gave Y/N´S shoulder a gentle squeeze. Y/N was about to protest but then nodded, knowing JJ was right and as Y/N imagined a day off she smiled peacefully, longing for a day when she could sit on the sofa and sleep or watch a movie with Spencer.

            "Okay. You're right, I'll go and see him in a minute or should I rather go tomorrow?", "Do it now." she interjected and Y/N nodded.

No goodbyes escaped as Y/N turned her back on her friend, walking away, not noticing the questioning looks her boyfriend was giving her, paying no longer any attention to the conversation between Morgan and Rossi chatting about the food on the grill.

The cold tile floor made her shiver. Y/N leaned against the frame of the door and clasped her hands in front of her body, shielding the precious treasure which didn’t need protection. The air turned colder. Questioningly, the tall man turned around and immediately knew that Y/N had not come to talk about the nice weather.

            "Is everything all right Y/N/N? Is there anything I can do for you?" Aaron asked, setting the jar he had filled with water down on the kitchen island.

Something incomprehensible came over her, didn't know how to start. Confidence left her body. Y/N let her eyes wander around the kitchen, speechless, seeing the expression in the man's eyes as he looked down at her kindly. To Hotch, Y/N was like a daughter and he felt his heart begin to ache and the worst thoughts try to overtake him as his thoughts travelled to the darkest corner of his mind.

Hotch took two steps and lowered his hands on her shoulders but he did not press her to his chest. Loving words assuring her that all was well again escaped him and when their eyes met the dams broke and the walls crumbled.

            "What happened Y/N? You know you can tell me anything.", "I'm sorry, I don't know. It's." stuttered Y/N, unable to form a clear sentence.

Soothing tones Hotch uttered and gently his hands travelled down her spine, trying to understand what had happened to Y/N who was no longer his co-worker or employee but his daughter. His keen eyes travelled swiftly across her body but he could see no open wounds, no aching healed injuries gracing her skin. Suddenly tears clouded her vision.

            "Y/N calm down, you can tell me everything. You are my child and if you have a problem, you can tell me, I will help you and I am convinced that all of us will help you, especially Spencer. We are your family." Hotch said.

            "I can't," Y/N spoke.

His hands rested on her shoulders and again he repeated the words he had said dozens of times. Urgently he looked into her eyes, trying to find the answer but nothing else but sadness and fear encountered him on his long journey. Slowly the walls she had built around herself began to crumble, no longer able to keep them alive as more warm tears travelled down her face, leaving marks she could no longer cover.

            "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone. I have told no one yet.", "Of course, I'll keep quiet," Hotch replied, gladdened she was speaking.

            "Not even Spence, especially him. I have to tell him myself," Y/N whispered in a broken voice.

            "I'm pregnant. I haven't told him yet." Y/N breathed boldly.

Suddenly she felt like an idiot.

            "I know I should have told him a long time ago but I just can't, I don't know if he even wants kids. What if he doesn't love me. You can't imagine how many of my friends have to raise children without a partner. I don't know how he will react to it. We'd have to find a new flat and I know I wouldn't be concentrating on my work for the next few months, maybe years, but on our child and what if we are expecting twins?" she bubbled away, unable to stop, needing to get the words off her chest she had kept to herself over the days and weeks.

            "I know I'm an idiot.", "How long have you and Reid been together?" Hotch interrupted Y/N.

A gentle smile graced his lips, but Y/N didn’t witness the happiness in his gaze.

"Almost five years," Y/N answered.

            "How long do you live together?", "Over three years," Y/N whispered.

            "Who took care of you when you were shot and on bedrest? Who washed you and took care of you?" Hotch huffed again, even though he knew the answer.

            "Spencer. He washed me, cooked and even carried me around the flat. Doctors’ orders. I made fun of him for that, and I know he would take care of me if I would have to stay in bed. I know him, yet I fear his reaction." Y/N cried quietly.

"My dove, you are overthinking. You have found the answer to your questions, you have answered it by yourself. Spencer loves you; he is always by your side and would never leave you. He will be delighted and will read all pregnancy related books he will get." Hotch replied in a gentle tone.

Carefully, Hotch brushed away the tears before they could fall. Reassuring words escaped and the heavy burden disappeared from her heart and a faint smile graced her lips, already looking forward to the unknown future, praying Spencer would stay by her side as Hotch said.

            "You should tell him today; he is not only the father of the child but also your boyfriend of more than seven years and we all know he loves you and would never leave you. You don't have to worry about it," he assured.

He witnessed the fear still rested in her gaze. Faintly, Y/N smiled. She shrugged her shoulders, unsure why she still hadn't found the strength to tell Spencer, her boyfriend, the man she trusted more than herself.

[wyattjohnston]

or run away - jack hughes

series: we don’t have no time to waste

summary: it isn't always easy.

note: i've had this idea for months now and as far as i'm concerned it was going to be canon in this universe regardless of whether or not i wrote the fic.

i implore anyone and everyone to fight for access to safe and legal abortions.

word count: 3,580

warning: very frank mentions of abortions including the decision process, abortion related medical descriptions, emetophobia, references to eating disorders (bulimia), maternal death. please excuse any inaccuracies, i tried my hardest and did a lot of research but cannot promise this is flawless

Daisy heard the front door open and the loud conversation between Jack and Ty cut off suddenly, presumably as they took in how dark the apartment was. She managed to sit up in bed, resting weakly against some pillows and be smiling when he peeked his head into their bedroom.

He didn’t look convinced.

He sat down on the mattress beside her, crossing his legs and leaning forward to press his hand to her forehead—she wasn’t sure he’d be able to tell if she had a temperature but she appreciated the gesture.

“Have you gotten out of bed at all since I left?”

Daisy shrugged, saying, “It’s been less than 12 hours.”

“Yeah, but it’s already been two days and that’s two more days than you should have been in bed.”

“I don’t have any energy,” Daisy sighed, slumping back down into the pillows. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I haven’t been this sick in years.”

“I’m gonna call the doctor and try get you an appointment for tomorrow. You should be at least a little better by now.”

Jack helped her move down so that she was back under the covers, moving around enough so that he could tuck the covers up under her chin. He kissed her forehead, ignoring her protests that she didn’t want to get him sick, too. He wasn’t worried about it, though, because she didn’t have any obviously contagious symptoms and hadn’t even when she first started feeling unwell.

There was a conversation about what she’d eaten—crackers, but even they were tough to keep down—and the worry across Jack’s face was worse than she’d seen in years.

She made him go out to get her a glass of water and some more crackers, just so he would be distracted, and also asked him to send Ty in to say hello if only because they were both her boys and she needed the normality of Ty’s Roadie Recap even if they’d just ventured to MSG for the day.

Daisy didn’t hate doctors in a crunchy-mom sort of way, but, as much as she understood why they were necessary and that they were the quickest way to work out what was wrong, she didn’t like them.

Her memories of the hospital visits to see her mom weren’t vivid—a combination of her young age and ability to repress memories meant all hospitals blended together in a haze of sterile white walls and antiseptic and the ending nobody wanted—though it was the aura and the associated memories that did her in.

And it all came rushing back even when she was just heading into a doctor’s surgery.

None of it was very pleasant, especially not when she was already regretting even getting out of bed.

Still, she managed her way through a polite chat with the nurse, explained what was going on and was asked approximately a million questions while her vitals were taken. It was just like every time she showed up for a new prescription for the pill, only the nurse was making a few curious noises that Daisy wasn’t used to.

If only she had the energy to care.

Daisy didn’t hate doctors but she did hate how long they made her wait.

She was nearly falling asleep in the waiting room chair when her name was finally called by her usual doctor—a middle aged man with a terse demeanour who she’d found when she first moved to New Jersey and hadn’t ever left because he prescribed her what she needed without too much hassle. A smile wouldn’t kill him, though.

They went through the same conversation she had with the nurse, that she’d spent the previous two days in bed and a few days before that hardly able to keep food down.

“The nurse said that you didn’t get your period last month so I need to ask: is there any possibility that you could be pregnant, Daisy?”

“No,” Daisy said quickly, then hesitated and added, wide eyed and high pitched, “Well, I mean yes but we’re so careful about protection. Like we don’t have sex if there’s no condoms left and I’m also on the pill like—I can’t be pregnant.”

“To rule it out and for peace of mind, I’d like to do a test. You can take this jar to the bathroom right now and we can know in a few minutes, or I can draw some blood but that might take a couple of days to get a result back.”

“I’ll go pee,” Daisy whispered, picking up the small jar and taking a steadying breath. “It’ll kill me if I have to wait.”

She also wanted to talk to Jack and didn’t want to have to wait for the doctor to draw blood. Her phone was out of her pocket before she’d even left the room, her lip quivering. She kept her head low as she walked to the bathroom and could feel the rattle in her breath when Jack picked up.

“Are you done already?”

“Jack, he thinks I could be pregnant.”

“He always throws that out there as a suggestion, though,” Jack countered easily. “You come and tell me he’s said that after every appointment.”

Daisy wanted to be able to laugh about it, about how he’d asked her if she could be pregnant when she walked in with a poison ivy rash on her arm all because she regularly used the pill to skip her period entirely—and when she didn’t skip it, it didn’t always come.

Daisy put the jar down on the counter in the bathroom, staring at it as she whispered, “This time he’s making me pee in a cup.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well…  we can deal with that,” Jack said, the calmness in his voice so unbearably fake that Daisy let a tear fall. He sounded less fake, more determined, when he added, “You won’t be, anyway.”

Daisy did laugh then, weak and wet, wondering if she could actually just will herself to not be. She whispered, “I hope not,” into the phone and her reflection in the mirror.

“It’s gonna be okay, Daze.”

Daisy looked down at the jar again, sighing.

“I have to pee now,” she said solemnly, smiling a little at Jack’s abrupt laugh. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Call me when you’re done. Either way. I love you.”

Daisy agreed, if only because Jack sounded desperate.

The house was eerily dark and quiet, the boisterousness she usually encountered when she walked through the door missing as if the boys were on a road trip and it was unsettling knowing that they weren’t and should have been back from practice.

Jack was waiting quietly by the front door; Ty was nowhere to be seen.

Daisy wanted to go to bed, she wanted to cry, she wanted to vomit and it looked like Jack might’ve been in the same boat. She couldn’t remember a time he’d been so pale.

He reached out to touch her, his fingers barely brushing over her hips before Daisy was taking three steps back with her arms stiff by her sides.

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Daisy…” Jack said cautiously, his face turning a murky grey.

Daisy sighed, blinking back tears, “It’s not—I worked so hard to get past that and to change how I think but I—Jack, I don’t even want to touch my own stomach right now.”

“It’s not?” He didn’t sound as if he believed her, and she couldn’t fault him for that—not when he’d heard the same thing, that she’d beaten the bulimia, and soon after seen the exact opposite.

“It feels a lot like it, but it’s got nothing to do with what I’ve eaten or—” she inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly. “I really don’t want to be pregnant right now, Jack.”

Jack’s nod was instantaneous and his steps towards her slow. He kept his hands by his own side, letting her know that he wasn’t trying to touch her waist in any way, and Daisy sighed shakily when his forehead touched hers.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice also shaky. “You’ve got school and a plan that doesn’t involve a baby for a few more years.”

Another shaky sigh left her lips as she asked what she’d been dreading to ask the entire drive home, “Do you want to keep it?”

“No? I want you to get to do what you’ve planned and I’m gone a lot so I won’t even be around to help with a baby. And I like our life right now. I’m not ready for a kid.”

Daisy’s vision blurred entirely, and her shaky breathing turned into a full body sob as she collapsed into Jack. He was ready, though, his arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders, a hand cradling her head.

The first thing Daisy did when she woke up the next morning was schedule an appointment online. She didn’t want to wait any longer than she absolutely had to—though that did mean having to schedule around Jack’s games.

He was laying right next to her on the bed as she used her laptop with shaking hands and puffy eyelids. She looked to him before she finalised it, another check that he agreed with the decision being made, and then pushed her laptop onto her cluttered bedside table—not bothered by the things she heard falling to the floor—and buried herself underneath the duvet.

“I’m not going to tell my dad,” she muttered when Jack was buried underneath them with her, the duvet pulled over their heads. “He doesn’t need to know.”

Jack frowned. “Do I tell my folks? Mom’s going to kill me. I’ve got like one big responsibility and it’s to not accidentally get you pregnant and I fucked it up.”

“This is a freak accident,” Daisy assured him, wetness still present in her voice. “If you want to tell them then you should. You can, if you’re asking permission.”

He touched her face—he was being very careful to not accidentally touch her waist or stomach even if he normally would have pulled her closer that way—and kissed her forehead.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll tell her after. If I tell anyone else…” Jack trailed off.

Ty was the only person they’d told—a by-product of living with him and explaining to him why he’d been booted out so quickly and why there was a heaviness in the house that had never been there before.

Brie—Dougie’s partner—would find out soon enough because Jack planned on calling her to keep Daisy company while he had to play a game against St. Louis.

Daisy offered, to finish his thought, “It might be too real?”

“It’s already pretty real.”

“Yeah, Jack, it’s really real.”

Jack got home after the game, saying goodbye to Brie who had sat on the couch with Daisy to watch the Devils defeated the Blues, and bundled Daisy towards their bedroom without much fanfare other than Daisy stopping to greet Ty and congratulate him on his goal.

It was the happiest she’d been since she started to feel off-colour, a glimmer of hope and return to normal when she’d launched herself off the couch in glee. She told Ty as much as she hugged him tightly.

Jack was smiling at her when she joined him in their room.

“So,” Daisy said, using her renewed vigour to kneel on the bed and talk as Jack changed out of his suit, “I did some research into Judaism and abortions.”

Jack paused halfway through removing his jacket, getting stuck momentarily, and said slowly, “You didn’t have to.”

Daisy shrugged, trying to play nonchalant so she wouldn’t lose her ability to have the conversation, and continued, “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t condemning you to eternal hell or purgatory or whatever.”

Recovering and seemingly understanding Daisy’s need for the conversation to continue at a relatively fast and causal pace, he told her, while still undressing, “Neither of those really exist in Judaism.”

“Oh, well, it wouldn’t matter anyway because Reform Judaism is really cool about it? They’re really into it being the woman’s choice to decide. And while they don’t really want you to just have abortions for fun—which nobody is doing, obviously, despite what the whack jobs think—it’s not a giant unforgivable sin.”

“That’s… good,” Jack said, thinking through what she had said, and taking in the relief it had brought to her face. He reminded her, gently, “Daisy, you’re not Jewish.”

Daisy laughed, sarcastically, falling onto her back with her legs still tucked underneath her so that she could speak to the ceiling.

“Well, my religion is going to condemn me to hell and label me a murderer; I just thought I’d make sure at least one of us was safe.” She sat up again, making sure they were making eye contact when she said, “And I’ll probably be Jewish one day, right? Don’t want to start off on the wrong foot.”

The softness on Jack’s face was almost like nothing she had ever seen before but it came close to the earnestness in his expression when he’d proposed to her in the Vegas wedding chapel.

“Even if eternal damnation was on the cards for both of us—that doesn’t change anything. Not for me.”

“It doesn’t for me either,” Daisy admitted. “It did make me feel a little bit better, though.”

Jack was skipping practice to take Daisy to her appointment—she’d offered exactly once to have Brie go with her instead and Jack had shut it down.

He’d told Nico that he’d be missing—“I just told him that you had a thing I needed to be there for and he said he hopes you’re okay.”—and Lindy—“He knew what I was talking about. I told him you had an appointment and I had to be there, and he told me he could be discreet if we need any help from him. It was weird. How many guys has he had that conversation with?”

Neither of them cried that day; they were too nervous to do so. They didn’t do much talking, either, but they were never more than an arm’s length from each other from the moment they woke up and that didn’t change until they were at the appointment.

Daisy filled in what felt like truly unholy amounts of paperwork, her shaking hands making her normally perfect handwriting rather illegible. In the seat beside her, Jack was bouncing his me at a million miles a minute and twisting his head around at every noise.

They’d discussed the possibility of Jack being recognised in the conversation about Brie bringing her and, while he acknowledged it as a possibility, he wasn’t going to let it stop him from being there with her.

When she was called into an office, they both sat there and answered questions that Daisy couldn’t remember two seconds after they were asked; Jack answered some when Daisy stalled.

“Do you mind stepping out of the room, Jack?” The nurse asked. “There are some things we need to do that are usually more comfortable without an audience.”

“Uh, yeah. Are you okay with that?” Jack asked, nodding when Daisy nodded up at him. “I think I’m going to call Quinn.”

“That’s a good idea,” Daisy said, feeling a small weight off her shoulders knowing that someone in their family would know.

The nurse explained that they ask partners to leave the room so that they can ask questions that aren’t always well received, or that aren’t always answered truthfully in the presence of a partner. Daisy listened and answered, assuring her repeatedly that Jack hadn’t ever forced her into anything, including the making of the appointment—all she wanted was for Jack to be back and holding her hand.

As they were finally calling Jack back into the room as well as organising the ultrasound technician, Daisy made it clear that she wanted to hear as little from the ultrasound machine as possible. She didn’t want to hear much of what they were saying either.

Neither she nor Jack would see the ultrasound image, or hear much of it, but it was impossible to pretend it wasn’t there.

“Do you—can you tell when, like, conception was?” she asked too loudly for the silence they had been in. “We always use a condom and I’m on the pill so we have no idea when this could have happened.”

“I would probably put it at—” the tech paused for a moment — “the first week of February.”

Daisy’s brow knitted together, her entire face contorting as she tried to think back to when it could possibly have happened, “I don’t—”

“Vegas,” Jack said, interrupting her. He sounded hollow. “I don’t think we used a condom after the wedding.”

She squeezed his hand, already knowing that he was going to take that as a personal failure, and admitted, “I was really bad at taking the pill on time.”

She still is, truthfully, though she was already working out how to be more consistent in taking it.

Jack squeezed her hand right back.

“Do you need time to think about your options?”

“No,” Daisy said immediately. “I’m here for an abortion. We’ve already decided.”

It was hard letting Jack go when they started to prepare her for the surgery. It was the first time she cried all day, clutching his arm and begging them to let him stay with her. Jack wasn’t faring much better despite the strong face he was trying to put on. His attempts at assuring her that she was going to be fine, that he’d be there when she woke up, did little to actually comfort her.

At least the nurse looking after her was there and ready to take Daisy’s other hand, not quite a perfect replacement for Jack but it was better than nothing.

When Daisy did come to, Jack was right there as promised. He looked… relaxed. She felt relaxed. It was quite the contrast from how she’d felt when they pushed the anaesthetic through the IV.

She listened dutifully as she was given instructions on how to look after herself and was happy to hear that she’d be able to get on a plane to Vancouver the next week as long as everything continued to go as smoothly as the procedure had.

“You okay?” Jack asked cautiously when they were left alone.

“Yeah,” Daisy said, a small laugh bubbling out of her. “Was way more scared about being pregnant and now I’m not—so I actually feel really good. You okay?”

Jack nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he wrapped her up in as good a hug as he could manage.

On their way out, some of the relief was lost.

Despite Jack being a strong and firm presence by her side, Daisy could still see and hear the people antagonising her from across the parking lot. She craned her head to get a proper look, but Jack caught her.

“We’ve just gotta get to the car,” Jack said, firmly holding her hand—partly as a source of comfort, but partly to stop her from rushing to meet the protestors face to face.

Daisy groaned, “But they’re assholes and I want to tell them.”

Jack’s laugh was small—he could picture her doing just that quite clearly. “And I’d let you if you hadn’t just been under anaesthetic.”

“They don’t even know what I did in there,” she huffed, unable to tear her eyes away from them. “Maybe I was getting prenatal vitamins.”

“You know they don’t care.”

With all her might, Daisy shouted, “Because they’re assholes!”

Heading back to Planned Parenthood was something Daisy did when she could, knowing that the protestors outside were only getting worse as legislation was changing around the country—as midterm elections were racing closer.

She sat and waited for people to show up and call for an escort, no matter what they were there for, because nobody deserved to walk past the protestors alone.

Daisy met a young woman at her car, dutifully ignoring the heinous things that were shouted in her direction and smiled kindly as the door opened.

“Just don’t stop walking,” Daisy said. “I like your shirt.”

“You’re a Red Wings fan?” the woman asked after looking down to see what shirt she was wearing that day.

“I grew up one, but now I’m more of a Jersey Girl.”

“I know they’ve been bad but I couldn’t imagine changing teams,” the woman said, Daisy could hear the horror in her voice. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it, the betrayal in someone’s voice when they found out she’d moved on.

She never took it personally, and it served as a good distraction.

“My fiancé has a vested interest in the team, so I don’t really have a choice. Detroit is still my team in my heart; Seider winning then Calder was the most exciting thing to happen this summer.”

“If anyone else won it I would have fought the NHL.”

“I would have been right there with you,” Daisy agreed. She opened the building's front door and was thankful to drown out the yelling when it closed behind them. She said to the young woman, “And I’ll be right there with you when you leave.”

The decision you make is the right one.

[sappynapper]

cc! dreamwastaken,sapnap, quackity, karl jacobs, georgenotfound x Fem! reader (romantic ) fainting while they are streaming maybe they are like in the room with them or maybe they heard reader plop from like a room over

i’m sorry this took so long and i’ve only done dt! basically i did them really quick and then could not think of anything for karl and q and got stressed and abandoned it. so i’m just gonna post what i have a maybe do a part 2??? hope you like it anyway!!

cws: fem!reader, fainting (ofc), panic, mentions of falling, feeling unwell, mild pain (mild shocks), headaches, dizziness, etc…, food mention in sap’s

Fainting on stream hcs x dt

Dream

Dream has your stream up on his second monitor while he works, your voice helping him focus

you’re streaming in the other room, just a chill minecraft stream but it’s been about 6 hours already which is longer than usual

suddenly, you trail off in the middle of your sentence and after a few seconds of silence dream glances over to see what’s up

he looks just in time to see your eyes roll back as you slip out of your chair, the camera jolting as you crash onto the floor out of frame

he’s out of his seat so fast, sprinting to your room and calling your name

he skids to a stop in your doorway, feeling his heart drop at the sight of your crumpled figure

he rushes to your side, making a half-hearted effort to shield his face with his hand as he passes your set up, vaguely aware of your still running stream but too focused on you to care

he scoops you up, holding you as securely as he can while still knelt on the floor by your desk

he shouts over his shoulder for Sapnap to help, the other man already appearing to investigate the commotion

when he turns back his breath catches, relief flooding through him as your eyes flicker open and gaze up at him in confusion

“wha happ’n’d?” you slur out, groggily

“you passed out” he tells you “do you feel ok? do i need to call 911?”

you’re both vaguely aware of sapnap messing with your pc above you, ending stream, your frantic chat freezing in place

“um, no? no, i’m ok i think” you tell him, trying to push yourself up to sit and wincing at the slight ache it causes in your head

“are you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours, brow furrowed in concern and anxiety as his thumb runs absently along your cheekbone

you nod and manage a small smile

he pulls you tightly to his chest, “you had me so worried” he mumbles into your hair

“do you want me to tweet that you’re ok?” sapnap asks you in a gentle voice

“yes please!” you tell him, gratefully, “that must have looked so dramatic” you cringe

“yeah,” sap jokes as dream helps you to your feet, tucking an arm around your ribs snuggly to support you, “especially with dream freaking out”

you giggle as dream frowns at him

“i was worried”

“do i need to call 911 ?!?!” sap teases him

“shut up idiot”, dream turns back to you, face softening, “i was scared”

you pout, placing a hand on his cheek which he leans into, seeking that reassurance from you

“i’m ok” you promise and dream smiles dopily in response

“eugh” sapnap comments, before leaving the pair of you alone to recover

“you’re trending by the way!” he calls over his shoulder

“figures” you say as dream pulls out his phone, tucking it away again when you try to peer over his shoulder

not before you saw ‘DREAM FACE REVEAL’ in the number one spot though

“i pass out and you’re trending? make it make sense” you joke weakly, feeling guilt tug at your gut for your part in his accidental face reveal

“oh come on, you know i have to always be centre of attention” he grins before leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead. “let’s get you to bed, baby”

Sapnap

you’re about an hour into your stream and frankly you feel like you’re on the verge of hyperventilating

Sap had convinced you to do your own minecraft shock collar stream and for some reason, probably bc you would do anything for those big brown eyes, you’d agreed

but your pain tolerance is not high, and the pressure of providing your viewers with an entertaining stream despite your distress is beginning to make you feel trapped and panicked

the only thing keeping you grounded at this point is sapnap himself sat next to you, rubbing soothing patterns on your back

even that doesn’t help once you get to the nether though

and when a blast hits you with a fireball and you start receiving shock after shock, it all becomes too much and you feel yourself slumping in your chair and everything going dark

Sap himself is already having a bad time

watching you get hurt isn’t funny like it was when his friends did the same thing, it just makes his chest feel tight

when you start sliding out of your chair with your eyes rolling back he’s there immediately, catching you under your arms and pulling you back up

“y/n?! can you hear me? fuck” he grabs at the shock collar around your wrist and rips it off, breaking it in the process

he puts a hand on your cheek, patting gently to try and stir you, anxiety swirling in his stomach

he lets out a huge breath of relief when you come round, scrunching your nose a little before blinking your eyes open

you look up at him all doe-eyed and sleepy, like you’d just woken up from a nap, and his heart melts just a lil bit

then you seem to remember where you are, stress and embarrassment twisting your face

“can you,, turn off the,,” you sit up slightly and point towards your stream deck, hoping sap will get the gist

“oh, yeah, sure, lemme just,,” he leans round, fumbling to mute your mic and find the key bind that turns off your face cam

when you finally feel the weight of those thousands of eyes lift, you lean forward, groaning, pressing your forehead into sapnap’s chest

“it’s ok-” sap starts

“that was a disaster!” you cut him off

you press your face further into his hoodie

“-m never streaming again”, your muffled voice declares

sapnap’s lips press into a line

he’s fairly sure you don’t mean that, but he still feels bad. after all, he was the one who got you to do this stream in the first place

“i’m sorry, baby”

“s’not your fault” you mumble

he thinks for a second, “do you wanna go for a drive? get some food? it’ll take your mind off it” he tries to persuade you

you hum in thought for a second before nodding, “ok,” you agree, “just let me end stream”

you tap a few buttons, reappearing on screen

chat has been blowing up in your absence, and you somehow have more viewers now than you did ten minutes ago

you ignore both chat and your view count though

“i’m going to go guys! sorry for cutting stream short, i’m just not feeling so good”

you barely wait for the stream delay to pass before ending and turning excitedly to your boyfriend, “ok, let’s go”

he smiles fondly at your enthusiasm

“excited for food?” he asks

“just relieved that’s over honestly”

he gives you a soft look and grabs your hand, pulling you up out of your chair and holding you by your shoulders for a moment

“sorry again” he murmurs

“i told you it’s not your fault” you interrupt

“it’s my treat, to make it up to you” he continues

“oh ok,” you tease “maybe it is your fault then”

he rolls his eyes with a grin, just relieved you’re making jokes

“ok, come on, before i change my mind”

George

You and George are sat next to each other at your desk streaming some not-that-scary horror game on your alt

mostly he’s just there with you for the company, chiming in with jokes and suggestions every now and then

he’s never publicly touchy with you but, from the small brushes of his hand against your knee under the table, you can tell he’s feeling clingy so you decide to wrap things up for the night

“oh wait! i forgot to show them what Karl sent me!” you exclaim, halfway through your usual goodbye spiel

you jump up to go grab the new merch he’d sent you to show it off, but you got up too quickly and suddenly the room is spinning and the floor seems to slip out from under you

George barely has time to register what’s happening before you’ve collapsed back down, your head bouncing against your (luckily padded) chair on your way to the floor

He yelps your name as you fall, reaching out to try and grab you but not able to do much

he glances between you and the screen, feeling frozen and not knowing if you were ok or not, how he could help, if he should end stream first

“mmph?” a muffled noise as you stir has his attention snapping back to you and he quickly crouches down next to you

“Y/n?” he asks, a tinge of desperation in his voice. you were the one who was good in a crisis, he needed you to be ok, to wake up and tell him what you needed him to do,

“wake up” he requests, curling one hand comfortingly around the back of your neck, the other hovering near your face

“George?” you mumble, “Why am I on the floor?”

“You fainted.” he tells you softly, hyper aware of your stream still running somewhere overhead, “I think you got up too fast”

He lets a hint of fondness creep into his voice as he accepts that you seem ok, already predicting how embarrassed you’ll be about this later

“Still streaming by the way” he whispers

“Oh. Um, yeah that sounds like me” you reply, sheepishly, a faint blush on your cheeks

“Can you get up?” George moves his hands to each of your elbows, helping to pull you forward until you’re sat up, then grabbing your hands to help you clamber back into your chair

you scoot forward to try to end stream again, squinting at the light

George shoos your hands away to do it for you as you talk, gratefully shutting your eyes against the brightness

“I’m ok chat! I just need some water and an iron tablet or something, everything’s fine!” you soothe

chat is filled with hearts and ‘y/n support!’ and similar as george hovers over the end stream button

“done?” he asks, still speaking quietly

“y- wait, i was gonna raid Emma, raid Emma!” you instruct

“no, shut up” george replies jokingly, clicking the end stream button before turning off your monitor and ring light

“w- George!” you whine. he just shrugs

“it would have taken too long” he disappears into the kitchen briefly and you hear the tap running. he comes back with a glass of water that he presses into your hands. you drink a mouthful, obediently

you look at each other then, meaningful looks in both your eyes, both hoping the other understands, without words, the swirl of slowly calming anxiety and gratitude in each of your chests

“let’s go to bed?” George asks, finally

“yeah” you agree, allowing him to pull you up by your hand once again, keeping them linked as he leads you to your bedroom

[honeydazai]

with a reader who has anemia

characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu, Chūya Nakahara, Nikolai Gogol

so, FYODOR is anemic himself

he understands your suffering well enough

he often gets dizzy when standing up and so do you

romantic couple experiences ☺️☺️

both of your hands are always cold

so neither of you can warm the other up

which is sad

but at least he won't complain if you sleep beneath multiple blankets at night!!

headaches are a constant annoyance for you both

Ivan will carry painkillers for you two to share 👍🏻

when you're about to faint, he might try and catch you

but if he gets up too quickly, his own legs suddenly give out 🤧🤧

now you both collapsed

congratulations

he doesn't mind you clinging to his side if you're feeling exhausted just from standing for too long

he's got the same problem, but he's too prideful to use you as support LMAO

instead tries to casually lean against a wall to ease the exhaustion

also, he probably never takes his meds

relatable

if you're female and his s/o though, you're in tough luck

because he knows that anemia with women can lead to complications during pregnancy

so if there's any plans of you and him ever having a child, he'll force you to take your medication

even if he doesn't take his own

hypocrisy at its finest 🤨🤨

“Hm? Are you feeling exhausted already? Oh my, you're in a worse condition than I am today. Just hold onto my arm, then. I've said before that it doesn't bother me when you use me as support.”

DAZAI actually knows you're anemic before you even tell him

the signs are all there - your regular complaints about headaches and the way you cling to him when you're cold, despite the temperature not being low at all

the way you get so pale when having to stand for too long, your nausea-

yeah, it's quite obvious to him

so when you actually faint around him, he's prepared to catch you

he's quite dramatic about it, too

thinks the way he caught you in his arms is romantic <3

he actually likes that your skin's all pale, claims that it's pretty 🤨🤨

also, he kind of enjoys it when you lean against his side while walking when you get exhausted??

it makes him feel..... needed

if you're on a walk together and you need to sit down and catch your breath, Dazai always makes sure you don't feel like a bother

especially if he knows you're insecure about it, he makes up excuses for you to get some rest

he's like

"oh, darling, look! there's this new crêpe shop I wanted to check out! I'll get us some, you already go and save us a seat, alright?"

and even though it might not seem like it to you, he does take your condition seriously

immediately worries the moment your lips pale more than usual

he's overdramatic tbh

BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU TO BE ALRIGHT

YOU'RE EVERYTHING HE LIVES FOR

he's allowed to be a little worried

“Belladonna, you're looking really pale! Is it the anemia? Please lay down if you're feeling unwell. Look, we'll lift your legs up so you'll feel better, alright? This would be such a sad place for you to die! And how rude of you, too, to not take me with you.”

the first time CHŪYA notices that you're not entirely healthy is when he's walking you home after a date

since it's already dark outside and he can't help but worry, he insists on bringing you to your doorstep

a gentleman 😼😼

you're chatting cheerfully, Chūya's coat draped over your shoulders since you mentioned you're cold, when you suddenly ask him to stop for a moment

the second you sink to the ground to sit down for just a second, he's worried

have you been poisoned?? drugged??? are you getting your period??

you're quick to mention that you've simply got anemia before he panics

he's like

huh??

man has never heard of anemia in his life

as soon as you're less dizzy, you explain that it's just iron deficiency and that there's multiple symptoms to it

Chūya decides then and there that anemia sucks

now that he's aware, he's always ready to support you

will absolutely catch you when you suddenly faint or just so much as stagger a little

either in his arms or through using his ability if he's too far away

will scold you if you stand up too quickly and get all dizzy

honestly, he's overprotective

incredibly worried

will carry all your groceries for you if you're feeling weak

lets you cling to his side to support your weight

also, he's not scared to pick a fight if someone ever complains about you walking too slowly or needing to take a break

if said person doesn't back off after he yells or swears at them, he's won't hesitate to get physical

will use his ability, but doesn't have to

also likes to just break a jerk's nose while you sit, look pretty and rest

“No, love, please don't cry. That guy was an asshole and I took care of him, alright? He won't bother you again. Come on, I've got you. Just lean against me if you get dizzy again. I also don't mind carrying you, though.”

despite knowing Fyodor, NIKOLAI doesn't have a lot of experience in dealing with anemia

"not a lot" meaning none

the first time he notices you getting all dizzy and weak when standing up too quickly, he doesn't really react

probably thinks it's a one-time thing

the moment he gets that those moments of weakness happen regularly, he's confused

decides to just ask you about it

after you tell him about your illness, he has some kind of light bulb moment

he's like

OOOOH

finally understands why you nap a lot and suffer from constant headaches

honestly, a relationship with Nikolai can be difficult at times

this topic is no exception

it's, well, a double-edged sword

will mock your weak immune system tbh

he's like

“we literally went outside once and you already caught a cold?? LMAO you're just as bad as dos-kun!”

but he does care for you when you're sick!!

he's very clingy in general and it only gets worse when you feel bad or are in pain

you don't even have to mention you're cold, he simply always gives you something of his to wear

and he doesn't take no for an answer <3

he's constantly sticking to your side with some form of physical contact happening

cuddles might not help your headaches or nausea, but at least you're less cold

if you faint, he's at your side in an instant

though he might not take it very seriously 💔💔

he's just like

“oopsie-daisy, looks like you fell again! you're so silly!”

still, he's at least loyal and clings to you 24/7

when you need to lie down on the bathroom floor with your legs elevated, he's sitting next to you on the ground

no matter how long it takes until you feel better

“Oh, you need to sit down? Of course I'm joining you on the floor! Wait, I just had an idea - I could also just carry you everywhere. Oh, that'd be fun! Which one are you choosing; bridal style or a piggyback ride?”

notes: i was never able to relate to cute Fyodor imagines that are like "he's got anemia and cold hands, he cuddles close to you for warmth", so I decided to write something for readers with anemia LIKE ME 💔💔 we're an anemic power couple now, as long as we don't stand up too quickly.

if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

[siineko]

Side OC - Mika

Just a trial run with a new side OC I made on a whim, Mika! Note: Mika is nonbinary and uses They/She pronouns. Mika mainly works at a.....club.. that offers fairly lewd services. idk what their world wants to call it specifically, but I’ll workshop it perhaps.

NOTE: This story is very NSFW, and contains multiple instances of borderline s//exual content. (Of course emeto as well, but with a slight moment of implied scat-but only implied, as I refuse to actually show any of that off- doesn’t do it for me, but its story relevant) Note 2- IMPORTANT: Also like every character in this story is like,, midway through figuring out their relationships with gender/sexuality, so if any mention of that contemplation/sliight dysphoria (About one sentence of Mika being slightly uncomfortable w/ their breasts), then this perhaps isn’t the story for you 

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For this particular story, Mika tries their best to work their shift, when she begins to feel very unwell, though they deny it for as long as they can, seeing as they certainly need the money.

Pictures will be posted to my Google Drive again, seeing as some of their club activities are openly included in the pictures, and I doubt Tumblr would let that slide. (They could, but I won’t risk it again after the whole “marked as sensitive” ordeal)   Picture Link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1sfwlD7XZFXb8DV24Rac6m3uQDpzc717s?usp=sharing

Anyway! Here we go-

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For Mika, the plan was to go to work as normal. They’d serve some food occasionally, chat to guests, and sometimes tend to guests in a different way, if that’s what the dear guest desired. They’d of course have their limits on what she’d do, but overall, many things weren’t a problem. Man? Woman? Neither? Mika didn’t particularly care (as long as the guest was attractive, anyway).

However, tonight was different. They felt a bit off. They were tired, and their stomach felt heavy and bloated.  “Hmm, not necessarily a problem”, she thought “some customers like someone with a little more weight to them”.

They continued their job, and all was mostly well, until their stomach began to feel upset, and would occasionally gurgle ominously.

They powered on, however- They really needed the money, and they sure as hell weren’t gonna let a stomachache send them home, after all.

 They decided to distract herself with a client-  A young person seemed interesting, and kinda cute, in a shy way. They were average height, had blue hair, and was wearing a short skirt.

“Hey, gorgeous, wanna have a bit of fun?” they flirted as they approached the individual. They jumped in surprise “O-oh hello! I- ummm, maybe? th-this is my first time, and I ummmm I don’t know what to do...” Mika smiled “Oh? First time, huh? Don’t worry- We take good care of all of our customers here”!  She then proceeded to explain about the club’s services, as the guest blushed more and more. “And, oh I forgot to ask- If you feel comfortable telling me, may I know your name and what pronouns you’d prefer?” Their eyes widened in shock, were they not expecting to be asked?  M-My name is Sai and I.... I ummm..” they faltered cautiously before continuing “I’d like if you used... used ummm... She! She and uh, they- both are fine” she fidgeted nervously as she spoke, seemingly judging Mika’s response, if they were to take a guess.

“Well, Sai- you are certainly stunning young lady,” Sai lit up at the mention, “Oh, you can call me Mika, and I prefer they and she as well!” Mika stepped closer to Sai, and crossed their arms under their chest to make it stand out more. They didn’t always like their breasts, and occasionally wore a binder outside of work, but they served their purpose here, and hiding them with this uniform wasn’t really an option. “Now, to get down to business- Would you like me to... tend to you?” 

Sai blushed and nodded timidly “I- I’d like that, if you’d be ok with it... I-I’ll pay what I need to”

 With that matter settled, Mika went to work. They placed one hand around her waist, and gently placed another on her breast-  causing Sai to gasp and blush in surprise.  They continued by lifting her skirt, and began to stroke her thigh, while staring at her to judge her reaction.  Sai continued to blush furiously, and tilted her hips towards them, giving them the go ahead to go a little further.

They slipped their upper hand into Sai’s shirt, and rubbed at her chest, while her lower hand continued past her thigh, and towards her crotch, where a bulge began to show through her underwear.

Mika chuckled, and rubbed at it the best she could, causing Sai to moan in pleasure.

Mika continued to tease and pleasure Sai for a while, before Sai had enough for the moment, and cut it off, which Mika understood.

Mika finished up dealing with their end of that, and felt their stomach gurgle again. They had honestly almost forgotten about her stomach, and figured that since they already had a break, they would go sit down in the back for a bit.

They found a nice spot, and sat down, leaning back so that their stomach could have room to settle. They were really bloated now, and they were beginning to feel a bit queasy. Perhaps their activity with Sai just jostled them a little too hard, and they hoped that sitting here, and rubbing their upset stomach would help- and burped a few times in an attempt to relieve the pressure, if only a little.

It wasn’t working, and the feeling was getting worse. They felt like they were going to shit themselves, or hurl, and they weren’t sure which, so they moved to the bathroom just in case, while occasional burps made them move their hand to her mouth, as she was constantly afraid that the next one wouldn’t be air.

They reached the stall, and positioned herself, while clutching her stomach in pain- before proceeding to absolutely shit her brains out. The pain didn’t go away, however, and a wave of sudden nausea made her loose their balance, and they caught themselves on the floor, before burping up a small string of vomit, which tasted heavily of the alcohol that they had consumed while entertaining guests (not enough for intoxication, mind you- just enough for the guests to feel like Mika was included in the fun, and not just watching them drink).

“Ouuugh- *hurp* not like this- I can’t be sick now, I...I have to get back to work...” Mika protested their predicament, and clasped their hand firmly over her mouth, stifling back a multitude of gags, and swallowing down any of their stomach contents that dared to try rebelling.

After composing themselves to the point where she didn’t think they were going to puke, they cleaned themselves up and went back out to work- as their break was definitely ending by this point.

This brought her to their next customer, a feminine individual wearing... a very revealing outfit. They had long brown hair, short shorts, and... and a top that was so short that it looked in danger of revealing their breasts if it was even bumped too hard. However, they looked surprisingly timid, especially for how they dressed. Maybe they were still getting used to dressing like that? Mika could understand if that was the case, as they took a bit to get used to their own outfit for work.

Mika knew they had to be professional, and not get attached, but even their appearance was beginning to turn them on a little.

“Good evening, beautiful- Are you here for pleasure tonight?” Mika asked, trying their best to be as charming as possible. It was already their job, but they really wanted the opportunity to play with those- *ahem* They were getting ahead of themselves.

“Ah- Y-yes, I am.. I’m here for p-pleasure.” They blushed, and seemed shy, but determined. Mika was thoroughly aroused. If they were being perfectly honest, they quite liked when timid bottoms asked for it from them. 

They asked their usual questions- If this was their first time, name and pronouns, etc.

“My name is.. Sena. I prefer they and she, and umm.. this may be my first time here but, umm..” Sena blushed “...I don’t mind how you start... I wanna be touched...”

Mika thought this was a dream come true- Same pronoun choice? Unexperienced? A bottom who desperately wants their touch?  If it weren’t for the fact that they still felt hot, sweaty, and queasy, this would be the perfect night. But- they REFUSED to let their stomach ruin this for them, and focused at what was at hand.

After some flirting, Mika couldn’t take the slow pace anymore- They began to fondle Sena’s (quite large and attractive) breasts, and slipped their other hand between their thighs and to their crotch.

Sena blushed and moaned “Please... more... I beg you...”

Mika felt themselves going crazy from arousal, and leaned in closer. They lifted Sena’s shirt just a little and continued to fondle their breast, as they leaned in to lick Sena’s now exposed, and quite hard, nipple.

Sena moaned again and leaned forward a little, which only pressed those gorgeous breasts closer. Mika took note, and went back and forth between licking and sucking at their nipple.

They slipped their other hand deeper into Sena’s crotch, and could now feel that they were getting wet- And honestly, if Mika was being honest, they were starting to get wet themselves. 

Unlike Sai, who had her fun after a bit of groping, Sena begged for more “P-please! Harder! I- I think I HNNG--” they cut off as they moaned and climaxed from Mika’s touch.

With this bit of work finished, they both caught their breath while talking, and to Mika’s surprise, Sena offered their number. Normally they would be more apprehensive, especially with a client, but whether it was due to their genuine attraction to them, or what may be the beginnings of a fever clouding their judgement, they accepted, and gave their own in return, and Sena left on their way after a little while, leaving Mika alone, resting on the couch that she and Sena had been using.

Now without the distraction of work, Mika could clearly feel her bloated stomach pressing firmly against their skirt, and another gurgle rippled through it. They lifted a hand to it, trying again to rub away their discomfort, but they were really feeling sick now.

It was fine for a little while, but they had really overexerted herself while tending to Sena, and now they sat there, leaned back on this couch, while the room felt hotter than ever.

They burped a few times to relieve the pressure, but not only did it not work, but each burp felt wetter, until the last one ended in a gag. “Oh gods.. I feel.. I think I’m gonna be sick!” They pulled themselves off the couch, desperate to make it back to the bathroom, and their stomach contents swirled with their movement.

A wave of nausea overtook her, and she clutched her stomach as well as her mouth as it filled with thick saliva. “Ughh my stomach... so nauseous... gotta get to a toilet... gonna puke...” They thought one last time before heaving sharply, with such force that it caused them to double over and use their hand to brace themselves, leaving their mouth uncovered.

Without warning, they suddenly couldn’t hold it anymore, and multiple thick waves of sick poured from their mouth, and splattered onto the floor, barely giving them a moment to even breathe.

With a moment in-between, they could spare a glance around them, and    saw as the remaining people were now staring. 

“Nonononooo not *urp* not here... Not with people watching... gotta get out... so hot... bathroom... I’m gonna-” 

She wanted to move, but she was getting dizzy, making their stomach swirl more than before, and she braced their hands on their legs, afraid that they’d fall over if this continued- as vomit shot up their mouth, into their cheeks, and unable to gather the strength to fight back, puked up a few more waves of watery vomit.

Once the waves of vomit stopped for the time being, she stumbled back and collapsed into the couch, and lacked the strength to walk to the bathroom. They were unbearably hot, dizzy, their stomach churned, and the nausea didn’t seem to go away.

Perhaps they had caught something, and to make things worse, their gut gurgled wetly, and they needed the bathroom again... This was still going to be a long night...

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Note about characters: - Mika (AFAB) is nonbinary, uses They/She, and though this job wasn’t their first choice, circumstances were what they were- They aren’t fond of their work outfit, and aren’t always comfortable with how “On Display” their breasts are in it, but they deal with it for work, and wears a binder while in their personal clothing - Saihe “Sai” (AMAB), goes by She/They, and is still trying to figure out her relationship with gender, as she only realized she was a girl recently, and is trying things out - Sena (AFAB) is Nonbinary, uses They/She, and is experimenting with their sexual/gender identity as well as trying to see if they are actually ok with having boobs or not, though they often bind

//Please Don’t Reblog to Non-Kink Blogs//

[doctenwho]

Hangovers, Love and Space Vodka (PE Pt. 2)

Hello! Requests are definitely open, even if I’m awfully slow! I feel bad at how slow these are coming out especially since there’s so many in waiting, but writing just hasn’t been on the table recently. Apologies for that!

But I’ve found the time and the motivation, so I decided to get this done! Thank you for your patience! This is such a cute idea, and it always makes me happy that people like the first parts enough to request a continuation. I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you readers like it too! 

So, please enjoy the continuation of Purest Expression (also, you should probably read that one if you haven’t already, this fic heavily references it!) Also, I just thought the name was funny and I was in desperate need for one, so feel free to suggest others if you’ve got one!

Warnings: Talk of alcohol, but no drinking!

Word Count: 4,050

Summary: Check out the prompt above! :)

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the talented creator!)

You didn’t really remember a lot when you woke up. All you really knew was you'd drank far too much of that delicious cocktail, and that your brain was pounding in your head. This was quite possibly one of the worst hangovers you’d had, but honestly, you’d do it all over again to have another one of those space cocktails.

You rolled onto your back, lifting your hands to cover your eyes in an attempt to block out what little light managed to stream into the room. Your stomach churned at the movement, but it settled out easily enough after you didn’t move a muscle for a few minutes following your roll.  

You relaxed back into the bed when your stomach settled down, and finally uncovered your eyes, staring up at the ceiling with a bleary gaze.  

As you laid there, you tried to piece together the evening. The bits and pieces between arriving and having enough to drink that you could no longer walk a straight line.  

You knew you’d gone out on the town with the Doctor—he'd been excited to show you things. He'd raved enthusiastically about the planet, and you’d listened along as your own excitement grew too. Then, you remember finally stepping out of the TARDIS and being completely astounded by this new planet, with all its colours, music and general liveliness.  

The cute little bar wedged between two buildings; you remember that too. And of course, you remember the cocktail—you'd had two, or three, or... had it been four? You couldn’t really pinpoint it. The Doctor had said it was weaker than earth vodka, and maybe it was, but the after effects were definitely more intense to a human that human vodka was. That said you’d still be down for another drink or two before you left.  

It was well worth the pain of a hangover to taste that drink again. Just the thought of it made your tastebuds tingle.  

You let out a light laugh before rolling back over onto you side, but this time following it up with pulling yourself to a sitting position. The nausea was still there, but hardly noticeable; just a subtle warning to keep your movements slow and steady lest you start gagging.  

Your head was still pounding, but you knew that wasn’t going to go away without pain killers, so you stumbled to your feet to go find the Doctor. He’d have something that could help, and at this point, you didn’t care what planet it came from, so long as it killed the raging headache and... well, didn’t kill you.  

You found the Doctor in the kitchen of all places.  

He was perched at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in front of him, as well as a book. He startled when you stepped into the room, breathing a light, “oh, (Y/N),” as a greeting.

You continued into the room, wobbling on your feet for just a second, “good morning,” you greeted in return, forcing a smile onto your lips despite the headache, “you don’t happen to have any pain killers do you?”

The Doctor frowned, “are you unwell?”

“Just a bit of a hangover,” you promised with a wave of your hand, “a little worse than an earth alcohol hangover, but it’s manageable. I’ll be fine, my head just really hurts.”

“Right, of course,” the Doctor nodded, pushing himself up and moving towards the cupboards. He rifled around the cabinets, reading labels of things and putting them back before he finally found what he was looking for, “these aren’t of your earth, but they are basically the same thing as your planet’s Advils. I’m sorry I don’t have anything that’ll help from your earth, I should really invest in some if I’m going to keep soliciting companions from earth.”

“Soliciting?” You snorted a laugh, which made you wince lightly, “really?”

“Well, I do tempt you humans away with the offer of the entirety of the universe, now, don’t I?” You smiled at the Doctor’s cheeky grin as he joined you at your side, setting the pill bottle in front of you to do with as you pleased, whether that was to ignore it, or take a couple, before he carried on to the counter. “No different really, I offer the universe in exchange for companionship, and I’m proud to say very few have ever declined. Now, would you like a tea, or coffee?”

“Jokes on the ones who declined, they’re really missing out,” you huffed out as you picked up the pill bottle, surveying over the list of ingredients. None looked too out of the world, but honestly, you’d do anything at this point to ease the thrum of your headache, so you uncapped the bottle, “surprise me.”

The Doctor turned back to flash you a grin from where he’d busied himself at the counter, “will do, my Dear.”

You shook a few pills into your hand from the bottle, eyeing them as if they were about to change colours or something similarly alien-like, but when none of that happened, you frowned, “how many do I take?”

“Well...” the Doctor turned thoughtfully to lean against the counter, “I’d say to start off with one and see if it does anything for you. There will be small differences from planet to planet, and we wouldn’t want you to overdose. After a half an hour you can try taking another pill if one doesn’t help.”

“Sounds good,” you popped a single pill into your mouth before you could hesitate. As if the Doctor was magic, he slid a mug of you go-to morning beverage towards you, and you washed the pill down with a sip of the perfectly prepared drink.  

You savored the taste of your drink, sighing into the warmth. When you’d had a couple sips, you put the cap back on the pill bottle and slid the bottle to the center of the table. You watched the Doctor move around the small kitchen as he made himself another coffee before joining you at the table.  

The two of you settled into a silence, thankfully. You hunched over the table, your elbows on the surface and your cheeks cupped in your palms, as the Doctor continued reading, but he looked like he was lost in his thoughts instead of actually reading.  

“How long have you been up?” you asked slowly, squeezing your eyes shut before blinking them open again to see the Doctor’s gaze on you. “You’re kinda spacing out.”

“I’ve just... some things on my mind,” the Doctor admits with a tiny curl upwards of his lips. It didn’t really answer the question, but at the same time it did. You didn’t think the Doctor had even gone to sleep. “Has the headache eased at all?”

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape noticing suddenly that the headache was in fact almost gone. You hadn’t even realized, “yeah,” you informed with a laugh, “almost gone. I didn’t even notice—space things are so much better than earth things; the drugs and alcohol.”

“That would be a very worrying observation if I didn’t know exactly what you were talking about,” the Doctor snorted a laugh. You laughed along too, even if the statement was completely true—it had only been about ten minutes and the space Advil was already working wonders, where as the earth stuff could take anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes to actually kick in.  

“So,” you drawled after another string of comfortable silence between the two of you, “what’s been on you mind then?”

The Doctor eyed you up and down briefly before sighing, running his fingers through his hair and making his already untamed locks stand up at odder angles, “I was just thinking about yesterday.”

“Yesterday,” you parroted under your breath. You’d been thinking about yesterday too. How could you not be? There were still gaps in time where you don’t really remember what happened. “What happened yesterday?”

“You don’t remember?” The Doctor blinked.

“No, I do,” you leaned back in your chair with a sigh, “well, most of it, I think. But some of it... I don’t know? It’s kind of a blur. I guess the cocktails started hitting me towards the end of the evening, I barely remember coming back.”

“You were a bit out of it,” the Doctor admits sheepishly, “glad I cut you off at three drinks then.”

“I could’ve handled more,” you scoffed, smiling widely in a teasing way.  

The Doctor rolled his eyes, leaning forwards, closer to you as his voice dropped, “I do believe three is probably your limit, Love.”

You let out a bout of bright laughter and the Doctor smiled softly. You loved how easy it was to banter with the man—how the two of you were so comfortable with the other that you could tease back and forth like this.  

As if to prove his point, your head gave a warning thrum of pain that drew a shallow breath from you, “yeah,” you shook the pain off, “you’re probably right about three being my space-cocktail limit.”

The Doctor shook his head fondly at you as he settled back in his chair, “so, anything you’d like to know about yesterday? I did promise I’d tell you anything you’d like to know?”

You thought back to what you remembered about yesterday: the walk from the TARDIS to the bar, the ideal seating at the bar, those amazing rainbow cocktails that tasted like dreams. Drinking and chatting and laughing with the Doctor—splitting a plate of chips that were unbelievably delicious... and then... well, the space English the TARDIS didn’t bother translating for you.  

“What was the bartender saying to you?”

The Doctor drew in a breath as his cheeks dusted the faintest pink, “nothing important, I assure.”

“C’mon,” you pouted, cradling your half drank, significantly cooled drink between your hands as you leaned towards the Doctor this time, “you said you promised to tell me about yesterday, right?”

The man chewed at his lip, subdued, but clearly trying to figure out the best course of action, “alright, well, we... I suppose we were acting a tad bit... involved? And... some assumptions were made about us by the barkeep.”

“Involved how?” you raised a questioning eyebrow. “And... what kind of assumptions?”

“Involved involved,” the Doctor cleared his throat, eyeing your level of understanding before rubbing his forehead and adding, “uhm, romantically involved. Those were, well, the main assumptions made as well.”

You gaped for a second before a thought came back to you suddenly, “he kept calling us lovers.”

“Yes,” the Doctor managed a light, fond smile, “I did try to explain it to him: us, our companionship—but, well, he... he didn’t believe me.”

“He didn’t believe you?” You repeated back, surprised.  

“No,” the Doctor laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, “he made some pretty solid points in favor of us being romantically involved too, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “and what points might those be?”

“Well, we were sitting fairly close--”

“As friends do,” the excuse came easily. The Doctor raised an eyebrow, but continued on like you hadn’t spoken.

“--I was hovering close to you, I suppose... A bit at least--”

“You were worried about me,” you interjected with a fond eyeroll at how wrong the bartender had been. Lovers? Come on, no way. You guys were... you were friends. Obviously. Though the thought of the Doctor hovering over you, making sure you were okay warmed your heart.  

“--we leaned into each other’s sides, uhm, multiple times throughout the evening--”

You struggled for an excuse for that one, you did tend to lean into his space, not that the Doctor ever seemed to mind. And he liked to press into your personal space as well—neither of you really cared about proximity, so you managed a one shouldered shrug, “it was just loud in the bar, hard to hear each other.”

“--and, well, he pointed out I was staring at you occasionally; odd for him to have noticed, when I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”

You couldn’t come up with an excuse for that one, eyebrows furrowing in confusion that made your breath catch in the weirdest way. He’d been staring at you? Why did that make you feel so happy?

“And then the fact that you returned the stare when I wasn’t looking. Honestly, that barkeep spent more time watching us than he did working last night, I’m sure.” The Doctor let out a playful scoff, genuinely amused that the bartender had put more time into them than his job.  

You however, were suddenly caught up in the information.  

He’d been staring at you when you weren’t looking—fondly, you were sure, if it had caught the bartender’s attention and led him to believe the two of you were in a relationship. Then there was the fact that you were staring at him in return? You’d been caught by someone staring at the Doctor? You knew you did it sometimes, how could you not? He was a good-looking, kind, compassionate man who liked your company. Just being with him made your heart speed up.

“That doesn’t mean we’re a couple,” you forced yourself to say, even if... well, you were questioning it just slightly. You knew, of course, that the two of you weren’t a couple but... “That bartender was just bored and looking too far into us, I’m sure he was doing it to everyone...”

“Of course not, surely we’d know if we were, right?” the Doctor agreed with a light grin. The grin only lingered for a second before it faltered and he chewed at his bottom lip. You were about to question it, but he spoke again before you could, “but, well, I suppose there is the song he had to go off of as well.”

“The song?” You questioned before it all flooded back—well, most of it, at least, “we were on a stage. We... we sang together. Was that a karaoke bar or something?”

“We were,” the Doctor ducked his head in a nod, “we... did. And it, well, it was kind of like your earth karaoke bar. Do you remember anything about it?”

You tried to remember, you know the Doctor explained it last night after he’d gotten the information from the barkeeper, but you still don’t really know. And you’re sure there were bits and pieces that he didn’t tell you last night as well. So, you shook your head.

“Right,” the man nodded, settling his elbows on the tabletop as he held his chin up, “well, the concept of the song ritual we were roped into performing is that you sing whatever song best corresponds to what you think about your peer. I’m not exactly sure how it works to be honest, the expression through song is just strong.”

“So, whatever I felt about you would be... conveyed through a song?”

“Yes.” The Doctor gives a light nod.

“And whatever you felt about me would... would also be?”

“Indeed,” his head tilts as he surveys you, trying to piece together where you were going with this string of questions.  

“But... we sang a duet, didn’t we?” You furrowed your eyebrows, running a finger along the rim of your mug. You faintly remembered chiming in with the Doctor’s song, instantly knowing the new lines to his song despite not knowing his lines, or the actual song. “Does that happen? What... what does it mean?”

“Well,” the Doctor cleared his throat, looking nervous. “It does happen, it’s just, well, it’s rare? I suppose. The barkeeper, just before we left, told me that the last time he saw a duet happen during the expression through song ceremony was when he was a child.”

“Wow, okay,” you bit the inside of your cheek. You had a feeling you knew what it meant, and the thought made your cheeks heat up, but you asked anyways, “what does a duet mean?”

“Well, generally speaking...” the Doctor shot you a small, crooked smile, “it means that we feel exactly the same way about each other. Exactly the same to the point that our expression would be through the same song, at the same time.”

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but repeat, “that’s... wow. So it really is unusual then? Why did it happen to us? Was it a fluke?”

“No, don’t think so,” the Doctor shakes his head, a blush rising to his cheeks as his fingers tap against the table, “something like that would be hard to fake, so I doubt it was a fluke. We chose the song—deep in our subconscious when thinking of the other... I mean... I didn’t know the lyrics beforehand, did you?”

“No,” you breathed out, fingers fiddling with your empty mug, “I don’t even think I remember the lyrics now. They were just... in my head when they needed to be. I didn’t even know your lines of the song. It’s weird that we were the people that got the duet—random visitors.”

“It was the same for me,” the Doctor sends you a small smile, “I think few people view their... companion the same way their companion views them. It seems highly unlikely that any two people can feel the exact same way...”

You’re not sure why, but there’s something different about the way the Doctor says companion this time around. Maybe he holds a different fondness than you’re used to, or perhaps some other reason, but there’s an unfamiliar warmth in the word.  

“But we did,” you whisper, looking up momentarily and catching the Doctor’s eyes before dropping your gaze back to your cup.

“But we did,” the Doctor repeats, just slightly louder than you. Like he too can’t wrap his brain around it. There’s a pause before the Doctor’s clearing his throat, forcing a crooked smile onto his lips. “Well, I promised you we head to the shops for some alcohol and other treats, didn’t I?”

The Doctor stands, moving swiftly towards the door without looking back.

“I meant it, you know?” You speak before you even realize you’re speaking. You don’t see the Doctor stop, since you’re facing the other direction, but you hear his steps come to a halt, feet planting in spot.  

He doesn’t say anything for a second, which prompts you on, “I do need you.”

He still doesn’t say anything, or move, so you stand and gather both your mug and his own, walking in the opposite direction from him towards the sink. You set the mugs in but don’t touch the faucet, instead mumbling a soft, “I want you.”

You’re not even sure if he’d still there anymore, or if he’d taken you moving as his cue to escape. You don’t turn to look, afraid to not find him there, so instead you whisper what little of your lyrics from yesterday that you remember, “come on back to me.”

Another moment of silence drags in before you hear the Doctor moving. His steps are quick, and you think he’s leaving out the door when suddenly hands are on your waist and he’s swiftly turning you around and gently pushing you against the edge of the counter beside the sink.  

You manage to muffle your surprise as his lips press against yours, soft but urgently all the same.  

You melt into his lips, eyes slipping shut as his hands leave your waist, one wrapping around your middle, as the other rises to cup at your jaw. It spurs you on too, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him just slightest bit close, to which he blindly follows your lead.  

You don’t pull away until the need to breath outweighs how good it feels to be kissing him.

You both gasp for breath, but neither of you pull away, lips still touching the faintest bit, “I didn’t think you even remembered the lyrics... how... intimate the duet was...” It’s the first thing the Doctor’s said since trying to flee the room.

You slowly open your eyes, catching his eyes waiting to make contact and a smile pulls at your lips. You pull away a bit, pushing your forehead against his, “I didn’t really remember the lyrics until just now, but I never forgot the feeling of singing them to you, and hearing you singing them back to me.”

The arm around your waist tightens around you, “I didn’t know you felt the same way,” the Doctor whispers. “I didn’t want to... make you uncomfortable, or chase you away. And then you woke up this morning, and didn’t remember anything with the hangover, so I... was going to let it go.”

You’re sure you make a noise of protest, maybe even disappointment, but you only assume because the Doctor lets out a chuckle before stealing another kiss that you’re more than happy to give.  

When he goes to pull back, you snake your hand up to hold him in place, mumbling softly against his lips the last of your lyrics, a message he’d sure to understand, “I love you sundown.”

The Doctor freezes against you pulling back just enough to look into your eyes before a smile creeps onto his face. You smile at his smile, watching him fondly as his head tilts in that adorable way, affection bright in his eyes, “and I, you, my Love.”

You melt at the words leaning into him and pressing your head against his chest, fitted perfectly under his chin like a puzzle piece. Your arms wrap around him, and his move to hold you against himself just as you had done to him seconds earlier.  

You stay like that for a while—you're not sure how long. You feel protected tucked against the Doctor, and it’s a feeling you’re never going to forget.  

“How’s your head?” he asks softly above you, the voice after so long of nothing by his steady heart beats startles you. The Doctor presses an apologetic kiss to the top of your head.

“Better,” you decide, nuzzling closer to him, “why?”

“Well, I did promise we’d check out the shops, if you’re feeling up to it.”

“I almost forgot about that,” you laugh, finally pulling away. The Doctor unwraps his hand begrudgingly, frowning as he does so. You let out a laugh, slipping your hand into his. “I wanna see the shops before we leave this evening. We’ve gotta get some of that vodka.”

“I see more hangovers in your near future,” the Doctor snorts as he leads you along by the hand.  

“Oh, and, we should definitely pick up a gift for the bartender from last night,” you add, ignoring the Doctor’s teasing jab at your weak human alcohol tolerance.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, without his instance that we sing, and his instance that we were a couple, none of this,” you gesture down to your interlocked hands as the two of you step out of the TARDIS and onto the busy, colourful streets, “would’ve happened.”

The Doctor’s quiet for a second as the two of you fall into step. “There’s nothing in the universe that can ever thank him enough for what he’s done,” the man softly admits, giving your hand an adoring squeeze that drives his words home.  

Your cheeks heat up as you tuck yourself in his side. He moves easily to accommodate you, releasing your hand to wrap his arm over your shoulders instead. You move your hand to squeeze around his waist, grinning as you respond cheekily, “I don’t know, Doctor, the space vodka is pretty good...”  

The man sputters at your response, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow, “I was being all cute and you’re comparing the gift of our newfound relationship to vodka?” the man questions, genuinely dumbfounded.  

You give a one shouldered shrug at his side, giggling at his reaction. It wasn’t long until the man was letting out a fond sigh, thumb stroking against your collarbone, “what am I going to do with you?”  

The tease in his words has you smiling. There really is nothing in the universe that seems equivalent to the gift the bartender bestowed to you, but... yeah, a bottle of space vodka was a nice start.  

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Hello again! Hopefully you liked this continuation. Not sure if it kept to the prompt exactly, I got a bit carried away writing it, but nonetheless, I hope it was good! Feel free to prompt again if it wasn’t what you were looking for, as always!

I’ll try to keep up with the prompts but idk how well I’ll be able to manage between life and the other works in other fandoms. Anyways, hope you have a great morning/day/night!

[neon-junkie]

How the Batch helps you with your cramps! (gender-neutral reader)

AN: This was written with period cramps specifically in mind, but it doesn’t mention periods at all. I understand that not everybody likes seeing that word, nor being reminded of it, so I’ve tried to keep these headcanons as ‘plain’ as possible. These can be read as platonic or romantic!

Hunter

As someone who's always happy to help, and deeply cares about you, Hunter is there for you before your cramps have already kicked in. Heightened senses and all that, you know?

He has a rough idea of how to help, but will appreciate any suggestions that you have.

Medicine is a must, and whilst you're taking it, Hunter prepares a hot water bottle for you.

He'll tuck you into bed, and if you ask, he'll stay. Hunter almost climbs straight into bed, but then remembers his armour, and makes quick work of removing it.

You don't need to ask for a cuddle, because Hunter's already wrapping his body around yours. His hands will roam as you curl against him, fingertips trailing over your skin, keeping his touches light and comforting.

"I've heard that stomach rubs can help. Do you... want one?" Hunter awkwardly asks.

Spooning is a great position for stomach rubs!

His hands will lightly rub your stomach as he chats with you about anything and everything, attempting to distract you from the pain, asking every so often how you're feeling.

You'll definitely fall asleep on him, Hunter is just so comforting! He stays in bed with you, eventually drifting off after planting a gentle kiss on your temple, smiling to himself when you sleepily smile at his small gesture.

Wrecker

This man was built to give out love and affection, and maybe punch through walls, but mostly to care for others.

So, the second he sees you in pain, he heads straight over to help.

Wrecker makes it his personal mission to help you out however he can, but he's not exactly sure how to...

He puts on his thinking face for a few seconds, and then decides to ask Tech for some medical advice. Tech hands him medicine, along with instructions on how to care for "a generally ill person, as I've never researched into cramps before."

Following Tech's advice, Wrecker urges you to take the medicine, and then begins caring for you to the best of his abilities.

He'll make you a pillow fort, or some form of den, depending if you're on the Marauder, in the Barracks, and so on. He only has so many pillows and blankets to work with, but it's cosy enough, with a holopad inside, waiting to play some of your favourite holoshows.

If you want, he'll let you curl up in his lap, or sprawl across his chest. "Whatever makes you the most comfortable!" he'll say with a nod.

Wrecker has his own secret stash of snacks, and he happily shares them with you, feeding you himself because "you need to rest," and for some reason, that means you're not allowed to move your arms.

Naps are one of Wreckers favourite past times, and he encourages you to have one after a few episodes of your holoshow. You're free to sleep wherever you like, and Wrecker is the perfect cuddling partner!

Tech

Tech doesn't notice that you're in pain at first, until you let out a heavy groan. He then finally catches on to how you're feeling.

"Unfortunately, I have never researched the pain that you're currently feeling, so you'll have to guide me on what I can do to help."

After listing to your demands, Tech decides that the first thing you need is some medicine. He orders you to get comfortable in bed whilst he finds something that will help, and he appears moments later with medicine and a hot drink.

Tech is tapping away at his holopad whilst you take your medicine, soon to put it down as he states that he's quickly researched a few things that can help.

He disappears, and reappears a few minutes later with a hot water bottle. Tech remains sat on the edge of your bed as you snuggle down into it, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

If you ask him to join you, then he'll look slightly shocked, but accepts and begins the lengthy process of peeling off his armour. The goggles, however, always stay on!

"My... research also indicates that c-cuddling and stomach rubs may help. Would you like them?" Tech awkwardly asks whilst lying back beside you.

Tech is understandably tense at first, but once his hand begins gently rubbing your stomach, and the other massages your scalp, then he begins to relax.

He'll talk about anything and everything; the deeper the conversation, the better. This is his attempt of distracting you from the pain, and for some reason, him telling you all about ion cannons really does help.

Tech's so deep in his rambling that he doesn't realize you've dozed off, cuddled up to him. He smiles to himself whilst peeling off his goggles, and finally enjoys a well-deserved nap.

Echo

Echo isn't too sure on what he should do. He's never been in a situation like this before, and he didn't exactly get trained on how to handle cramps whilst on Kamino.

He's going in blind, but he's also going to do everything in his power to help.

"Whenever I'm unwell, I take some medicine, grab some snacks, and put on a few of my favourite holoshows. Do you... want to do that?"

The second you nod in agreement, Echo begins walking off, making it his mission to retrieve medicine. He suddenly stops in his tracks, turns to you, and orders you to get into bed and wait for his return.

Echo doesn't take long, but his arms are full of things that he think will help: a wide array of snacks (that thankfully aren't ration bars,) some drinks, medicine, and a stack of DVD's.

He instructs you to take your medicine whilst he sets everything up. Echo puts a holoshow on, goes through the snacks that he's brought for you, fluffs up your pillows, tucks you into bed, and so on.

He's about to leave you to it until you ask him to stay, to which he freezes up whilst questioning, "you... want me to stay?"

With your permission, Echo snuggles down into bed with you. If you want to cuddle, then he'll hold you tenderly, ensuring that you're on his left side so his prosthetic doesn't accidentally jab you.

Echo's rather tense. He wanted to help out however he could, but he didn't think that you'd want him to stay! Give him some reassurance, and he'll be back to his usual self.

However, don't be surprised if he falls asleep on you. That poor man doesn't get much rest, nor does he ever get to relax in an actual bed. He's at peace, and you're so warm and comfortable, he can't help dozing off!

Crosshair

The first words that Crosshair asks are, "what can I do to help?"

He knows that some people have a set routine, or specific things that help ease them, so Crosshair wants to know what yours are.

He'll ensure that you're somewhere comfortable and quiet, and if you're stuck on the Marauder, then he'll shoo everyone into the cockpit, shut the door, and begin padding out one of the racks to use as a bunk.

Crosshair will order you to get cosy whilst he finds something to help; medicine, food, tea, whatever. Your comfort is currently his top priority, and it's a sniper habit of his to ensure that he reaches his target, which is easing your pain.

"Drink," is all Crosshair says as he hands you a hot drink and medicine. He stands there with his hands on his hips until you've taken it, studying your body language to see if the medicine has already begun taking effect.

If you ask, Crosshair will happily join you on the bunk. He'll strip himself of his armour, knowing how uncomfortable it is to cuddle, and lounge about with you.

Crosshair isn't much of a talker, but suddenly he wants to talk about anything and everything. He's doing whatever he can to distract you from the pain, and with him, the conversation usually ends up as a bitching session.

Now is the time to let off some steam; rant about anything and everything that's bothering you. Crosshair is going to encourage it, nodding and chuckling along, adding his thoughts and comments.

Before you know it, the pain has passed. Crosshair will shrug and say, "I don't want to get up. Pretend your pain is back."

You two will spend as long as you'd like cuddling and gossiping, maybe sharing some snacks, ignoring everyone who walks past to use the refresher.