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aah you're fuelling my reverse 1999 addiction sm righ now!! if you're able to maybe some fluff with medicine pocket, dikke or blonney with a SO who got a new hair cut??

Haircuts!

Recipe: Medi is oblivious, but they try!, Hair touching, Awkward Dikke, Blonney being a rich girl, And a sugar mommy?, She just likes spoiling you WC: 703 Chef's Note: I hope you don't mind that this is super short! I just wanted to get this out, and I didn't want to write a full fic for 3 characters at a time! If you like these little bite sized fics, let me know! They're honestly way less stress for me, and I can get them out quicker!

Medicine Pocket

…It takes a moment for Medi to realize there’s something different about you, to be honest. They’re so wrapped up in their work, they don’t spare a second glance. They simply mutter a generic reply when you try to get their attention, too focused on what’s in front of them to care. After you clear your throat, they’ll look up. They’ll squint at you for a moment, realizing something’s off, but not knowing what. “Uhhh… new glasses?” Once they realize what’s going on, they’ll feel incredibly silly. Their face will heat up, and they’ll get very defensive about it. “How was I supposed to know?!” is thrown out, though they do feel bad for not noticing sooner.

They’ll compliment it awkwardly. They aren’t one for fashion, nor any form of self care, but they do like how it looks on you. They just don’t know how to express it.

Once you two are alone, without Medi’s nose in their studies, Medi is ALL over your new hair. Touching it, playing with it, brushing it with their fingers. At one point, they start petting you like one would a dog, even giving the baby talk along with it. They’re so used to giving their canines affection, they’ve forgotten how to give humans normal affection. You can correct them if you’d like, and they’ll stop. But honestly? It feels nice.

Dikke

Dikke freezes when she first sees you. She stares at you from across the room, acclimating to your new look. For a moment, you’re worried that she may be mad at you. Did you offend her in some way? You don’t remember anything you could have done. When she approaches you, it’s with such determination that you’re worried you may meet the end of her sword.

“You look… nice…” The words fight to escape her mouth, her whole face becoming flushed in response. She doesn’t dare look you in the eyes, her body rigid, her expression the same. If you weren’t used to Dikke’s antics, you might have thought that she was attempting to lie, but you knew her far better than that. “Thank you!” You respond, reaching for her hand. She jumps at the touch, but quickly accepts it, threading her fingers into yours.

“Y-Your hair is… pretty…” She continues. Affection through words is not her strong suit. However, she still wants to compliment you, despite how embarrassed it makes her to do so.

“I’m glad you like it, my knight.” You smile, caressing the back of her hand with your thumb.

Blonney

When you mentioned getting your hair cut, Blonney was over the moon. She brought you to her favorite place, and made sure to spare no expense on your new look. The hairdressers were high tier stuff, whatever you wanted for your hair? They were able to replicate.

You walk into the waiting room to see her, feeling a bit nervous. However, the moment she sees you, her face lights up. She jumps out of her seat, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. Every compliment she can give is exclaimed loudly, as she spins you in her arms. It’s embarrassing, the entire waiting room’s eyes glued onto the two of you, but you’re so overcome with affection that you can ignore it.

Once Blonney releases you from her embrace, you can tell she’s only getting more excited. “Now we have to get a new outfit for you!” She says, grabbing your hand and dragging you off to the nearest mall.

Blonney has always loved dressing you up, but with the new haircut? It’s like a whole new beast was unleashed. She keeps in mind your preferred fashion style, making sure to get only things she knows you’ll like to wear. Her eye for fashion is incredibly good, and every outfit she picks makes you almost dizzy with confidence.

At the end of the day, the two of you will be relaxing on the couch, and Blonney will be playing with your hair. She’ll tell you all the ways you can style it, and how she’d like to see you wear it. The two of you stay cuddled up there until you fall asleep.

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Dikke #Dikke x reader #Dikke x you #Dikke reverse 1999 #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #Blonney #blonney x reader #Blonney x you #blonney reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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friendsoup · 3 months

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hi ! ! I was the anon who requested the tennant and overworked reader ! I just wanted to say thank you so much ♡

I really liked the fic , , it was so good and I love how you characterize tennant ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ the mixture of lies and genuine sincerity ; ; : the way she's so ajnfkakana ... plus the way you incorporated real slang into this ? it really made my day reading it ; ; ; and I can really relate to the reader in this , having multiple roles and feeling like the whole world is on my shoulders when all the tasks pile up , , I want to thank you again for doing my request and making it so so so good

oh , to be whisked away by tennant , , the nicknames the reader and her use for one another too ; ; ; my poor heart is convulsing jdnfnsna , , , I could go on about how I love this ! No pressure , but if you ever make or plan to make multiple chapters like you said , I'd read them all in a heartbeat and support it so much ! ♡

AHHH thank you so much!!!! honestly it was so fun to write, I'm really glad you enjoyed it! o(^ ^)o your words mean the world!!! to know that someone is enjoying my writing is so important to me! i have to slowly chip away at my inbox + a few of my own things i wanna do before i write a second chapter, but i DO already have thoughts for it that im planning out!! thank you for your support!!!

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so in order to "fix" my posting, i had to split the last fic up into two parts ;o; i hope i dont have to do this for long, but if my tumblr keeps acting up i might. OUGH. annoying.

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It was tempting. But you were dedicated to your work. “Really, Ten, I don’t want to get chewed out.” You gave a sigh. “Why can’t you woo me away after my shift? I’ll even get all dolled up for you!” Tennant tsk’d, shaking her head. “After your shift you’ll be too tired to go dancing with me. That’s why we need to amscray. Head out on the town, I’ll pay for everything, all you gotta do is be my side piece.” “Ten…” You stare at her, longingly. You do really, really want to leave with her. But you can’t. “I got payments I’ve got to make. I can’t just run when things get hard.” “So… You don’t want to come with me?” She asks, genuine hurt in her voice. “It’s not that I don’t, baby doll… I just can’t.” You admit, your shoulders dropping in defeat. “People rely on me. I can’t let them down.” “I see.” Tennant glances at the ground. You can tell she wasn’t expecting rejection. She’d probably planned for you to jump in her arms, so that she could carry you away. There’s a twist of regret on her face, but she quickly swallows it down, forcing a smirk back on her lips. “Could I have your hand?” She asks, innocently. Who are you to deny her this request? She takes your hand, kneeling as much as she can while still holding onto it. It’s an awkward fit through the window, making it hard to not laugh, but when she looks up at you, there’s so much dedication in her eyes that any laughter dries in your throat. “Baby, I swear to you, someday, I’ll be the wealthiest woman in England. And then, you’ll never have to work ever again. I’ll come and whisk you away, and the two of us will spend our days dancing in seedy clubs and growing old together.” Your face grows warm, Your free hand covering your cheeks. You glance away, flattered, but skeptical. “How many other women have you said that too?” “Not a single one. None shine the way you do.” Tennant says, placing your hand on her cheek. You caress it gently, getting lost in the fantasy. Perhaps the notorious liar is telling the truth. Maybe she does love only you.

“Four o’clock.” You say, finally. “That’s in two hours from now. I’ll say I feel faint, and need to return home. Then, you can meet me at my apartment. I’ll get all pretty for you, then we can spend a night out on the town.” Tennant beams. Once again, she’s won you over. She knew she would. It was just a matter of how hard she’d have to fight for it. You sigh. Despite all your commitment, you’re helpless to her. She’s got you wrapped around her finger. “Sounds sweet, sugar.” She stands, leaning herself against the window frame. “But I’d like something for the road.” Tennant’s smirk widens, and you find yourself giggling in response. “Fine.” You simply tsk, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her rosy lips. It’s short, but it leaves you woozy. Her lips are impossibly soft, and the sparks of energy which explode in your chest leave you leaning on the window frame for support. Your head swims as you pull away, breathless from such a simple touch. “I’ll save the rest for later.” You say, running your thumb over her cheek, before pulling it away. “You know how to leave a girl wanting.” Tennant responds, pushing away from your window. “Four o’clock. I’ll be counting the minutes, dove.” And so will you.

hii ! ! I saw that requests were currently open and honestly I went feral over how you wrote tennant it was so good ,, would you be willing to write tennant x an overworked/stressed reader?

Workplace Randevu Recipe: Established Relationship, Romantic, Receptionist! Reader, Reader is implied to be a girl however no pronouns are used, It's the 1940's! But that barely plays into it, 40's slang, Is Tennant genuine or simply playing with you?, You decide!, Physical affection in the form of a chaste kiss :]

WC: 1,163

Chef's Note: Idk what it was about this prompt but this was rlly fun omg. I kinda want to turn this one into a multi-chaptered fic? Tell me what you guys think about that!!! Hope u enjoy anon :]

You’ve always been a hard worker. Perhaps it’s in your blood, passed down from father to father to you. Perhaps it’s just how you were raised, taught to always put your entire self into your work. To let it fully envelop you, so that it almost becomes part of your being. Even though your current job lacked any passion, you made sure to give it your all. A mistake, in hindsight, as employers are quick to pile on work, especially on those who quietly accept it. You’ve gone from a secretary, to a secretary and a workplace mediator, to a secretary, a workplace mediator, and a quality assurer. The more things you promised to do, the more things you were given to do.

You lowered your head, exhaling loudly. You’d just received everyone’s availability for the next meeting. And as you’d expected, everyone’s preferred time was different. Now you had to decide who you were going to piss off with this planning. A task that felt herculean. You kept your head close to the desk, until you heard a knocking. Confused, you looked up, blinking in the direction of the door. Who could possibly be knocking on an office door? Could somebody be completely unaware of office etiquette? “It’s open.” You called, preparing for the stranger. “No, dear, it’s not.” A muffled voice rings, causing you to jump. That’s not coming from the door… Slowly, you turn to face the window, directly across from the door. Outside was the source of the knocking, and the voice. Tennant. You felt as though you were about to cry. You and Tennant were nothing exclusive, but she often treated you with sparkling goods and fancy dates. Lately, however, you’ve hardly seen her at all. You figured her diamond business kept her busy, and she was too busy cruising with noble broads to sully herself with the likes of you. Yet here she was, in the flesh, right outside your office’s window. You stand, making your way over to her. You unlock and raise the window, trying to keep your expression neutral. “I told you not to visit me at work.” You explain, calmly. You cross your arms, attempting to seem annoyed. “And I told you I’d come when you’d need it most.” Tennant slyly smiled, producing a rose from her pocket. “Mi amor, you look as if you’ve been fighting wars. Allow me to ease your worried mind, if only for a minute.” She held out the rose towards you. You hesitated, taking in a deep breath before reaching for it, your fingers brushing against each other as you received the rose. It was a perfect red, nicely cared for, with few thorns protecting its stem. You admired it wordlessly. “And you give the flower more attention than me!” Tennant cried suddenly, causing you to jump. You fumble forward, pressing a hand to her mouth. “Shh!” You whisper, harsh as you can make it. “If my boss sees you here, he’ll snap his cap!” Alarmed, you glance at the door, waiting for the knob to turn, and the large bald man to come tumbling out to yell at you. Tennant removed your hand from her mouth, planting a kiss on top of it. “Perhaps you’ll just have to keep me quiet, then?” She looked up to you with wide, crimson eyes, her eyelashes fluttering. [CONT. IN REBLOG]

#x reader #reverse 1999 #re1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 tennant #tennant #tennant x reader #Tennant x you #Let's Make Friend Soup!#order up!

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friendsoup · 3 months

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hii ! ! I saw that requests were currently open and honestly I went feral over how you wrote tennant it was so good ,, would you be willing to write tennant x an overworked/stressed reader?

WC: 1,163

Chef's Note: Idk what it was about this prompt but this was rlly fun omg. I kinda want to turn this one into a multi-chaptered fic? Tell me what you guys think about that!!! Hope u enjoy anon :]

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im really sorry for the lack of content, guys!!! i've been trying to post this one fanfic for DAYS now, but everytime I try to post it gives me an era message (;-;). does anyone know why? is my post too long maybe? it's not any longer than my other fics....

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WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS ON THE FLOOR READING THE SOBER THOUGHTS FIC⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇ IT WAS SO GOOD ESP FOR MEDICINE POCKET.... WOULD IT BE ALRIGHT TO ASK FOR A PART 2 TO IT? like how reader finally sobers up but doesn't exactly remember what had happened after they got hit with diggers atk until pocket and dikke explain it to them ⎯ bla bla BLAH reader is flustered and embarrassed, frantically trying to hide away and make excuses for their actions even though they were completely pure truths of their affections towards them, and even going as far as to say "Pretend it never happened/you didn't hear it!" how wld pocket and dikke react ... or more like, return reader's feelings while also being embarrassed abt the situation

Sober Thoughts Pt 2

Recipe: Romantic fluff, Proper confessions, Hungover! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, GN! Reader, Devoted Dikke, Playfully teasing Medicine

WC: 1,979 (one day I'll get 1999)

Chef's Note: OUGH sorry this took so long!!! I'm working on like. 3 fics at once. I just happened to finish this one first lmao. I hope it's what you were looking for! I certainly had fun writing it!

The first thing that comes to you is the pounding in your head.

It feels like someone’s beating you with a hammer, a dull thud banging over and over again into your temples. Your brain feels like it’s being squeezed, making it hard to think, or comprehend anything but the pain. Has it always hurt so much to live?

Against all better reasoning, you attempt to open your eyes. Slowly, they peel open, instantly flooded by the lights and colors of your room. It feels like a stab to the eyeballs, your head throbbing in response. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Since when does seeing hurt to do? “You’re awake.” You hear a familiar voice say. Cautiously, you turn your head again, peeking out of one eye. And there they are. Medicine Pocket, sitting right next to your bed. Their hair is undone, falling over their shoulders in a messy cascade. Their eyes look tired, but they’re still managing to pull a smile. “You’ve given everyone quiiiiite the heart attack.” They chuckle, poking your forehead. “Come on, sit up. I have some water for you.” That is music to your ears.

You scooch upwards, your sore muscles screaming at you to stop. It feels like you’ve just ran a marathon, your body inexplicably pained by… something. Something you can’t quite remember. Medicine shoves a cool glass of water in your hands, and instantly you feel better. Just the cold touch of the glass is enough to relax you, and when you put the glass to your lips? The relief is like no other. You gulp it down greedily, finishing the cup in a matter of seconds. You hand it back to Medi, feeling slightly better.

“Bunny Bunny has something she calls a ‘hangover cure’ that she’s cooking up for you.” Medi states, snorting. “Apparently it’s popular. Both Pavia and Centurion swear by it.” You can barely comprehend what they’re saying, your mind swimming in pain. But the sound of their voice is comforting. You’re glad they’re here, next to you, during this time of need. However, there’s something on your mind. “What… what happened last night?” Your confusion makes Medi burst out into laughter. You writhe in pain as the sound hits your ears, the shrill laughter doing nothing for your headache. You shrink down into your bed, hitting your head against the pillow as you prepare for something terrible to come out their mouth. “You got hit by one of Diggers’ bubbles.” Medi explains between laughter. “You were out of it.” You groan, bits and pieces returning to you. “When we got you to the suitcase, you nearly fell face first down the stairs. I had to catch you.” “Nooooo…” “You started petting Pickles, then broke into tears over how fluffy he was.” “Noooooooooo, don’t remind mee…” You hide your face under the covers. “You sang karaoke with Regulus. I have it on camera.” “Nooo you don’t! Pocket, come oooon…” “You also told me you loved me.” You freeze, suddenly tensing. Surely you didn’t… did you? “Oh.” Is all that can escape you. “That’s…” You bite your lip, not knowing what else to say. “You said I’m smart, and skilled in battle, and stupidly beautiful.” They trail on.

Your face feels as if it’s on fire. You want them to stop, yet you can’t make the words.

“You said you think about me at night, and that every time I look at you I set you on fire.” “Please, please stop!” You beg, tears beginning to well in your eyes. You can’t stand the teasing any longer, it’s too much. “Just forget about it, alright?! I wasn’t in my right mind. I was out of it! Just act like it never happened, okay?!”

Medi flinches back at your sudden resistance. You’ve never snapped back at their teasing before. This was new. Had they accidentally hit a nerve?

“Hey, I’m-” “No, just stop! I know you want to continue to make fun of me, but I can’t take it! Everything hurts, and I ruined our friendship, and I just want to be left alone so I can rot forever!” You sob, tears rushing from your eyes now. Your head pounds further, but nothing hurts as bad as the tear in your heart. “[Name]!” Medi exclaims. “I’m sorry!” “You’re…” You wipe your face with your blanket. “What?” “I’m sorry. For teasing you.” Medi rubs at their neck, staring at the ground. “I didn’t know you’d be a big baby about it. I’m sorry.” You blink. For as long as you’ve known Medicine Pocket, they’ve never apologized. You didn’t think it was possible for them to. That they’d explode if they ever tried. Though it wasn’t the most ideal apology, it was more than what you were used to from them. “But.” Medi continued, slowly. “I can’t just forget about it. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you’ve said.” A blush falls upon their cheeks. “[Name], you make me happy. Like, really happy. There’s something about your idiotic face that makes it hard for me to think straight. I’ve never… I’ve never really felt that before. For anyone. It’s weird and confusing, and sometimes I think I hate it. But I want to be with you. Even if it’s just for a bit.” “Medicine…” You look up at them, eyes as round as saucers. “Yeah?” They ask, catching their breath. “You picked the worst time to confess!” You break into a smile, wincing at the sudden movement. “Really? While I’m hungover of all things?” You reach out a hand, playfully pushing them away. “At least I’m not doing it mid-battle! Like some of us.” They playfully whap you back, a smirk returning to their face.

The two of you laugh, before falling into a pleasant silence. “I’d like to give us a shot, [Name].” Medi says, bashfully looking towards you. “I’d like that too.”

Drunk Words pt 2

You have a nightmare that night. In your dream, a large eagle with red eyes stares daggers into you, while you attempt to escape from it’s twisted forest.

No matter where you turn, it’s always ahead of you, it's bird face full of hatred. You duck under branches, twist between trees, and hide under brush, but you can still feel it’s glare wherever you go. Always lurking.

Always ahead. You wake with a start.

The first thing you notice is that you’re covered in sweat. Your clothes stick to your body, making it nearly impossible to move and breathe. It’s a gross sensation, nearly unbearable, made worse by the fact that it’s paired with a killer headache.

Your head pounds, your stomach churns, and everything feels hot and close. You feel as though there’s been a great pressure placed on you, and it’s slowly crushing you into the bed. You force yourself to sit up, wiping your wet forehead with an equally wet arm. Your vision is hazy, blurred and swirling as the room rocks around you. It takes you a moment to realize that you’re in your room. And that there’s someone at the door. The eyes from your nightmare fall upon you, as blank and as cruel as you remember them to be. You flinch back, then flinch again at the pain, as your head spins in confusion. Wait. You know that red glare! “Dikke?” You ask. You didn’t realize it until now, but your mouth is horribly dry. It feels like someone shoved cotton into your jaw and left you to choke. “Yes, M’lord?” Dikke asks, standing up a bit straighter. “What are you doing in my room?” Dikke’s face goes red, her eyes falling to the floor. “Making sure you’re protected, M’lord. I couldn’t be too careful.” Now, you might be out of it, but you’re pretty sure there’s no threats nearby. What the hell was Dikke talking about? “From…what?”

Dikke’s face grows more embarrassed, as she lowers her head now, trying to shield her expression. “You see, you were… compromised last night. You were in a vulnerable state. I had to make sure you got the rest you needed to recover, and that no one took advantage of your stupor.” Well that was at least sweet. You think. Not that you suspect anyone in the suitcase would really do that. The worst would be Tennant, who’d probably try to swindle any remaining money out of you. But other than that? You trusted the people you worked with.

Slowly, memories return. “Oh,” You groan, the cause of all this hitting you like a freight train. “I got hit by one of Diggers’ bubbles, didn’t I?” You sigh, dragging your fingers through your hair. “I didn’t do anything too embarrassing, did I?”

Dikke shakes her head. “You wanted to go out and, uh, socialize, but I put an end to that. Once we got back, I made you dress and go straight to bed. To prevent any further harm from being done.” You sigh in relief. “That’s good. Thank you, Dikke.” “Except- there was one thing.”

Oh no.

“You…” She stumbles over the first word, you can see she’s struggling to get it all out. “You told me that… Well, the thing is, you said something. And I… I’m simply wondering… Ah, no, that’s not it.” You lean forward, intrigued by the hesitation. “You told me that you loved me.” She finishes, giving a pitiful look to you. “Gah! What? I did?” You exclaim. You don’t remember that at all! “How- What- Huh?” “It was not a full confession.” Dikke admits. “You told me that I was beautiful, and then exclaimed ‘I love you’. But you were quite out of it…” Her expression twists between sad and expectant. It’s clear that she wants you to say something, but you aren’t sure what. “I probably didn’t mean it in a romantic way!” Probably? God, could you be any less convincing?! “I probably just meant it as a friend thing! You know? How friends call each other beautiful and stuff?” You’re sweating bullets all over again, making the bed even more uncomfortable. “Ah.” Dikke looks quite defeated, her gaze returning to the ground. “So you mean to tell me, you do not have romantic feelings for me?” What are you even supposed to say?! The brave knight of justice has never looked so pitiful or small. She looks like a gentle wind could blow her down! You bite the inside of your cheek, closing your eyes as you try to find the correct words to say. “If I did have romantic feelings for you, hypothetically, what would you say?” You ask, opening one eye to study Dikke. “That my heart burns for you as well. And that I want to pledge my unyielding loyalty to you, and to our love.” She states, bowing. “Well, what if, again hypothetically, I said I wanted to take it slow at first? Ease into the whole, unyielding loyalty thing.” “Oh.” You see the gears turning in her head as she stands up straight. “Yes, I’m sure I can do that too.” She coughs into a closed fist, glancing away.

“Then, well…” You sigh. “I do like you. And I do want to take things slow.” You admit, crossing your arms. The light which appears in Dikke’s eyes are like no other. She’s like a kid seeing a christmas tree for the first time, all wonder filled and bright. She runs to your side, kneeling at your bed. Looking up to you with so much admiration, you could swear it was almost worship. “You’re being truthful, M’lord? Yes?” “Yeah, I am.” You sink under her gaze, not used to it being so soft. It’s cute. Too cute. “Then I will be your knight, yours and yours alone, to defend you and follow you to the ends of the earth.” She swears.

You wonder, briefly, what you’ve gotten yourself into.

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Dikke #Dikke x reader #Dikke x you #Dikke reverse 1999 #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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Hii, I’m the person who requested Medicine Pocket with a Reader who owns cats! I just wanted to say thank you so much for writing it!!! It was way better than I imagined it to be, overall it made me giggle and made my day, tysm!!! :D

AHH very sweet of you to say!!! I had a lot of fun writing it! ^^ have a good day!

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friendsoup · 4 months

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Hello, may I request Medicine Pocket with a Reader who owns cats? Like one day Med decided to follow one of their puppies who usually ran off to who knows where to play with one of the kittens and saw you with the cuties, I hope this is okay! :)

Kitties and Puppies

Recipe: Crush at first sight, Medicine Pocket x Reader, GN! Reader, Reader is thought to be adorable and cute, Medi fumbles the bag so greatly, Flustered!Medi, Reader is a 'crazy cat person', By that I mean reader has 6 cats and their room is a cat paradise, Reader is a sweetie and Medi is an instant simp WC: 1,340 Chef's Notes: This Medi is a little less tsundere than my other ones, mainly bc I think they aren't great with sudden bursts of emotions, and are easily thrown off their game by 'unaccounted for factors' (the sudden development of a crush). I hope that doesn't take away from the fic tho! I think the reader in this fic is my favorite one I've written.

If there was one thing that Medicine Pocket was good at, it was having all their ducks in a row.

Some called their way of living a ‘mess’, though to them, it was completely organized chaos. They knew where everything was at all times, with everything having a specific place where it lived. That way, Medi knew exactly where to go when they needed something. Nothing was ever lost, and everything was as it should be. They’d heard rumors of a new arcanist coming to the facility. They didn’t exactly care, just another person they’d have to eventually look after. Though the words that spread about this new person were odd. Something about them being a ‘crazy cat person’. Medi had never been much of a gossip, though they were at least slightly intrigued by the rumor. Not enough to seek out this new arcanist, but enough to remember that there was one in the building.

So when their dogs began to sneak off before check ups, Medi had the slightest idea where to check.

It was absurd. Even at the lab, their dogs would never leave their side. As someone who prided themselves on organized chaos, not knowing where their subjects were at all times was beginning to take it’s toll. Usually, Medi didn’t have to place them in cages, the dogs wandering about the lab without being too much trouble. Now, they’d disappear for hours on end, coming back covered in hair, too hyper to be tested on. They had to cage them, just to make sure they didn’t wreck everything they’ve been working towards. It was more than annoying. It was frustrating, it was humiliating, and Medi wanted to know where to take their complaints.

And so, when their dogs began their daily trek, Medi followed them. Trailing behind slowly, as to not be noticed by their canine friends.

The dogs continued down the hall, towards the dormitories, where the other residents of the suitcase resided. Medi made sure to stay a good distance, confusion only growing the further they walked. They weren’t scouring for food at Bunny’s place, nor were they making a mess of Eagle’s stuffed animals. Even stranger, they passed by Leilani’s and Pickle’s rooms without giving a second look. The usual suspects had all been ignored, meaning that their dogs had found something new to play with.

Medi watched, bewildered, as their dogs entered one of the dorm rooms. So this is where they were going? Standing by the door, Medi hesitantly peered in, careful to keep their cover. And that’s when they saw it.

Five kittens, all different colors, pouncing and playing with the dogs. The room had been altered to suit them, a jungle gym of cat condos lining the back wall, with plenty of toys in each cubby. There was a litter box with a cover, a couple of water and food bowls, and scratching posts in every corner. There was hardly any room for a person in the cat based paradise. But that’s not where Medi was looking. For in that room, sitting on a bed pressed against a wall, was one of the cutest people Medi had ever seen.

You were sitting there, the final (and by the looks of it, eldest) cat sprawled out on your lap. You were petting it softly, giggling as you watched the pets play. Your hair was held up with a myriad of cat themed clips, your sweater mimicking the calico coat of the cat on your lap. You looked so pleased, so at peace, that Medi couldn’t help but stare.

And then you looked up. Medi froze, suddenly aware of how creepy this all must be. Here they were, lurking outside your room, staring at you from beyond the doorway. A blush crossed their face, embarrassment sinking into their gut. How could they be so stupid? “...Hi! Can I help you?” You ask, tilting your head slightly. Medi wanted to shrink and disappear. Of course your voice sounded like that. Like bells ringing. Like music. “Those are my dogs.” They said, pointing to the pile of playing puppies. “Oh!” You lit up at that, a bright smile crossing your face. “You must be Medicine Pocket, then! The Timekeeper has told me a lot about you!” Medi didn’t know what to do with that, their head spinning. All their brilliance leaked from their head the moment they met you, their heart pounding in their chest as they attempted to think of something smart to say. “Yeah.” They landed on, finally. “That’s the name. Don’t wear it out.” Stupid!!!! They wanted to smash their head into the wall.

“You’re a scientist right?” You ask, that stupid smile of yours lingering on your lips. “I’m sorry if my kittens have gotten in the way of your experiments. I wanted to return your dogs the first time they came over to play, but they got along so well…” You sigh, suddenly downcast. “It’s no problem!” Medi blurts. “Most of my experiments don’t involve the dogs directly. I can handle most of the testing myself. It’d be pretty fucking dumb if I couldn’t work around such a predictable hangup.” It’s a bluff, but the confidence behind it seems to sell it well. Your shoulders drop in relief. “Great! I was worried. Everyone was talking about how dedicated you are to your work, I was worried you’d be mad at me if I got in the way.” How could anybody be mad at someone who looks like you? Medi thought, though they kept their mouth shut. “Don’t be dumb, it’s not your fault my dogs are wandering off. Why would I blame you?”

You blink, thinking about it for a moment. “I guess it was a little silly of me.” You answer. “Well, while you’re here, come take a seat!” You pat the space on the bed next to you. “Relax for a little bit!”

Medi freezes once again, mind trying to find an excuse not to come in. They can’t handle embarrassing themselves further in front of you. The offer, however, is extremely tempting. And you’re looking at them so expectantly…

Medi sighs, walking into the room. The whole place smells of dried cat food and fresh litter, but their room smells heavily of chemicals and wet dogs, so they aren’t in any place to complain. They sit next to you, making sure to maintain a bit of space. They’re super conscious of their body right now, and how flustered they’re getting. They only hope you can hear how loud their heart is beating.

The cat on your lap looks up at Medi, before stretching out and standing. The lazy thing walks over to them, brushing their face on their arm. You giggle at the sight, and Medi’s face grows warm.

“Seems Ally likes you! That’s pretty special.” You say, nudging Medi slightly.

“It is?” Medi asks surprised, looking down at the cat. They don’t dare touch it, though it continues to brush itself on them.

“She’s a good judge of character.” You explain, “Always has been. When she’s affectionate with someone like this, it means we’ll be good friends.” Medi turns away, their face burning red. They stand, not daring to face you like this.

“My lab is all the way down the hall, then take a right. You can’t miss it.” They explain, hurriedly. “Make sure the dogs get back there when they leave. I… I have a lot to work on.” Medi fumbles with their coat, desperately trying to get their mind back in working order. “I have to go. I’ll be seeing you, I guess.”

You begin to form a few words of protest, before stopping. You shouldn’t hold them back. “Alright.” You sigh. “I’ll be seeing you around then, Doctor.”

Medicine Pocket rushes out without another word, leaving you alone with the animals.

“My my, Ally. How strange are they.” You ponder, scratching the mama cat’s ears. “I hope I see them again, though. They were kinda cute, don’t you think?”

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hi! it's friendsoup! this is my main ^^! just thought i'd pop in and give a request!

could you do hcs for the ddlc girls with a trans masc s/o who binds and gets misgendered a lot? super self indulgent ik :] have a happy holidays~!

ddlc headcannons

summary: how do the ddlc girls act with a reader who gets misgendered a lot?

a/n: HEY PAL!!!!! tysm for requesting, this was a little tough to write, but I enjoyed this sm and I immediately had some ideas! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! If I made any mistakes or said anything wrong, please let me know, I have never written anything with a trans reader before

also i wrote this in the middle of the night so my grammar is probably a little fucked

monika

sorry to tell u this but monika has not met a singular trans person before she met you

that does not mean she is not supportive! but she might not know a lot

so she reads every book she can find to learn how to help you!!

more utc

if she is around while someone misgenders you, she carefully lets them know what they did

what if your parents are not supportive?

believe me when I tell you that she will arrange a meeting with your parents to talk to them

if you’re okay with it of course

whatever struggle you’re going through, she will do everything in hee power to help you (or even beyond her power)

will always love you because this is a part of you

and as long as it’s you, she will try everything until you’re happy

sayori

Has witnessed you getting misgendered once and got super confused in a ‘wait those aren’t your pronouns’ way

you explained to her that some people misgendered you, most of them on accident

she is not entirely sure how to help you, scared that she’ll do something wrong

so she asks monika what to do when someone misgenders you in front of her

monika suggests to politely try and correct the person

sayori takes monikas advice, but she can only imagine how you feel after getting home and being misgendered a whole lot

she wishes she could do more than just correct people who misgender you

so she tries her best cheering you up with kisses, hugs, gifts, sweets, anything you can think of

she doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so she will try her best to undo what has been done by others!

yuri

probably has met the most trans people out of all the four

and although yuri knows all the right things to say, she cant bring herself to confront someone who misgenders you right in the moment

so when she feels you tense up she quietly takes your hand in hers and gives it a light squeeze

probably will hold your hand until either the conversation is over or for the rest of the day

yuri is a very non confrontational person, wether or not she will talk to you about it later i will leave up to you

but its not like she entirely ignores how you get misgendered

but shes so scared to say something wrong, she prefers to comfort you more with hugs, a little like sayori

shes ur silent supporter and comforter

natsuki

"HIS PRONOUNS ARE HE/HIM!!!!"

thats literally her

will not hesitate a second to let someone know they misgendered you

im not kidding no one will never misgender you again after they met natsuki

i am convinced she tries to help you like this, because shes not really sure how to comfort you else

on especially bad days she probably hugs you and says 'im sorry'

but she really doesnt know how to comfort you over this

although she does have one way to cheer you up

after a bad day, she spends as much time as she can find making cupcakes for you

cupcakes are her love language after all

#WAAAHHHH this was so cute!!!! :3 #DEF what I was looking for!!!#Looks Tasty!

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medicine fmshghgmjshgjsjgydgyk pocket

#agreed #kitchen banter

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Hi!! Idk if you're updated on the newest events in CN reverse 1999 but i wanted to request something related to it? If you don't want any spoilers to it then feel free to ignore or save it until the update (1.5)!

But basically; if you don't know but wanted to know anyways: I wanted to request reader accidentally making Medipocket jealous over Ezra by doting on him a lot after Ezra was allowed into the suitcase despite being human. (For brief info on Ezzie; he's volunteering and doing field study in Laplace, thats how Medi knows him) IDK i want it cute and silly 😭😭😭 nothing serious yk? anws ily

Hi! Unfortunately my requests are closed, as it says in my pinned post! If you would like to save this for when requests open back up, I would love to do it. Thank you! Ily2! /nm /gen

#kitchen banter

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🐟 I liked Reverse 1999 so much I made an OC for it

Their name is Boreal and they are an arcanist from the 1870's of London ^_^ They're a professional underwater diver cursed by the Manus Vindictae to live amongst their fishy friends and awaits the "Storm" as their final resting place.

#AHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!#I love everything about this #I'm so glad people are making Reverse OCs!!!#Looks Tasty!

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Could I perhaps request Dikke/Tennant with a reader who’s overly emotional/burnt out and cries a lot? (Currently happening to me and they’re like my comfort characters) thank you in advance 🫶🏻

Your Strength

Recipe: Dikke's can be read as romantic or platonic, Tennant's can be platonic if you squint, GN! Reader, Reader is called beautiful (many times), my dove and love, Both Tennant and Dikke are bad with genuine emotions, But they both Really Really care about You, Comfort fic, Shamelessly Indulgent WC: 1,998 (SO CLOSE) Chef's Note: AHHH I tried to get to this one as quickly as I could!!! I hope it's in time to make you feel better, anon :[!!!! Hopefully my work can brighten your day, at least a little bit :]! As always, thank you for the request!

Dikke has never been “in tune” with her emotions. Emotions were something strange and distant to her, they came and went as they pleased, leaving her feeling empty in their absence. To some, she came across as apathetic. That wasn’t exactly true, though. Her emotions simply never reached her face, despite how fiercely they roared in her chest. She could never quite tell how she was feeling. Though she could list symptoms of an emotion, she was never quite able to put a name to it, no matter how hard she tried.

The emotions of others were worse. She knew the basics. A frown meant sadness, a raised voice meant anger. But human emotion had so many intricate working pieces, an entire depth to them she couldn’t begin to understand. Sometimes a frown was meant jokingly. Sometimes a raised voice meant excitement. These little things made Dikke’s head spin.

So when you came into her room, and curled yourself into a ball on her bed, she didn’t know what to do.

The two of you had been seeing each other for quite some time now. Dikke didn’t put any labels on the relationship, and you didn’t mind that as long as you could keep her company. She was a strong shoulder to cry on, and though she was hesitant and awkward with your crying fits, you could always tell she cared.

Initially, Dikke didn’t look up from her blade. You entering her room was not a special event, you did this often regardless of how you felt. She greeted you, then continued to polish her sword, her eyes transfixed on it’s silver gleam.

When you didn’t respond, a pang of worry hit her. Even at your worst, you always managed to mutter a hello.

She spoke your name softly, turning to you to gauge a reaction. When you did not move from your spot on the bed, her heart began to race. What had happened to you? Were you okay? Had she done something wrong? Had someone hurt you?

She spoke your name again, louder this time, worry dripping from her voice.

Again, you did not respond.

Dikke put her blade down, discarding it on her desk without much thought. Her mind could not comprehend anything other than panicked thoughts about you. She stood, cautiously moving over to where you sat.

She didn’t know what to do. Emotions were something so vague and strange to her. It killed her inside, but she knew she wasn’t best suited for the job. She was a hero of justice, meant to serve harsh judgements. She was never meant to be soft or kind or comforting. It wasn’t in her nature.

Hesitantly, Dikke reached out a hand, placing it on your shoulder. You shook beneath her touch, fighting back every emotion in your body. Dikke gave your shoulder a squeeze, as other knights had once done for her.

“I’m no poet.” Dikke began, slowly scooching towards you. “I cannot sing you ballads of your beauty, nor write sonnets declaring my love.” She was sitting shoulder to shoulder with you now, her hand still resting on your arm. “I could try, if that’s what you wanted, but my voice was not built for anything but battle cries, and my rhymes would all come across as cheap.” When her words gained no reaction, she sighed. Usually, her attempts at jokes gained some sort of smile from you. “But, as a soldier, I can tell you how strong you are.” Her gaze settles on something far in the distance, her shoulders sinking, as if under some heavy weight. “I have seen only a fraction of the things you battle. I know only what you’ve shared with me, and the things we have fought together. Some, you will tell me with time. Others, I will never know.” “And that is fine. I do not need to know the extent of your war to know the strength of your character. I have seen great men fall to what you are fighting. Their minds unable to handle the stress their heart gives. You hold so much love, that it is painful to keep it all in your chest.” You lift your head, trying to form some sort of argument, but Dikke does not leave room for an answer. “Your love takes different forms,” She tells you, “Grief, guilt, anger. You torture yourself with the burdens of others. You try to carry the weight of the world, then grow frustrated when your shoulders grow sore, and your legs weak. You are not Atlas, my dove.” Her eyes flutter over to you, catching yours. “Some things are out of your control. Some things, you do not have to carry.”

“...But I do.” You argue, the words coming out too quick. “If I don’t care, nobody will. I need to prove myself worthy.” You sputter. Warm tears race quickly from the corners of your eyes, staining your cheeks.

“Worthy of what?” Dikke asks, her eyebrows drawn up in concern. “Of life. Of love. Of everything I’ve been given.” You can’t control your sobs now, they escape your lips, leaving you shuttering. “I need to make up for the fact that I exist.”

In one swift movement, Dikke pulls you to her lap. She wraps her arms around you, and you can feel her strength in her embrace. She doesn’t squeeze you hard, just enough to provide pressure. You can tell she’s holding back, as if worried she’ll break you.

“Please don’t say such cruel things to the person I love.” She begged, burying her face in your hair. “Please, be kind to them.” You were unable to say anything now, clinging onto Dikke with an intense desperation. You sobbed into her, unable to pull yourself together again. It was as if something inside you had broken, and now everything was pouring out. For so long you’d managed to keep yourself upright, yet Dikke had managed to destroy any wall you’d put up around yourself.

The two of you stayed there, tangled in each other for an hour. You, crying, and Dikke, muttering lovely words into your ear. Eventually, you grew tired, and fell asleep in her arms. Dikke was exhausted as well, yet she didn’t want to let go of you just yet.

Collapsing onto her bed, she cuddled into you, holding you tighter than she’d ever had before.

Your Beauty

“Genuine” had never been Tennant’s style.

She was a conwoman, who always got what she wanted from her clients. She used any tactic necessary to reach into their pockets. She’d been a lover, a mother, a friend, and an advisor to a wide variety of people. Never did she mean a word she said. It was all a game to her, her prize being the end goal. She didn’t care how she won it, in the end. As long as it was hers.

If you had been another noble lady, appearing on her doorstep in tears, she would have whisked you inside and poured you a glass of red wine. She would listen to your woes, but no matter their contents, she’d have the same solution. Treat yourself with diamonds, wear something nice to fight off the sadness. Show him how much you’re really worth by donning something shiny and expensive. By the end of the night, you would have been under her spell, and deep in her debt. But you were far from a noble lady.

Tennant had no idea how to act around you. She’d been a conning for so long, she forgot how to forge a connection with another human being. So, she treated you the only way she knew how. Soft flirting and batting eyelashes, wrapping you in her arms, but never staying long. The only difference between you and a client, is that she kept her free hand out of your wallet.

So when you showed up on her doorstep in tears, she had no idea what to do. Her mind instantly went to how she could bend the situation to gain your trust, which she hated, as she wasn’t trying to earn anything from you. Yet she didn’t know how to act in anyone else’s benefit. She was completely lost, trying to find some small glimpse of humanity in her heart.

She spoke your name once, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Her touch was light, almost as if she was afraid, as she gently pushed you into her room. “What happened?” She asked, casually. You took a seat on her couch, trying your hardest to muster any words. “It’s so much…” Was all you could say, between choking on sobs and sputters.

Tennant hummed, putting a kettle on heat. As long as she had something to do with her hands, she figured, you wouldn’t see how nervous she really was.

“I’m making tea.” She told you, no question if you wanted it or not. “I’ll make it sweet, for you.” She winked towards your direction.

When her flirt made no difference in your behavior, she grimaced. It was the only thing she knew how to do in this situation. How else was she supposed to get across that she wanted you to be okay? The two of you sat in relative silence. Her, fidgeting with the tea. And you, sobbing on the couch. Eventually, the kettle sang, and Tennant made a glass for both you and herself. Forcing a smirk back onto her lips.

She placed the tea cup down in front of you, and began to drink from her own. The warm cup bringing some comfort during this uneasy interaction. You sniffled, trying to pull back your tears for long enough to drink. When you managed through a shaky breath, you picked up the cup and began to drink. Tennant was right, she did make the tea sweet for you. It was the perfect amount, however. Not enough to rot your teeth, but enough to taste nice. The tea warmed the both of you, making it easy to find some tranquility. When you’d both finished your cups, the two of you sat there, unable to find any words.

You sniffled again, rubbing your sleeve over your nose. You were out of breath, your eyes red with tears, and your entire body shaking with emotional exhaustion. Tennant watched you, observing you closely. This was a private moment, she realized with great alarm. You did not show this face to just anyone. This was you at your lowest, at your most emotional. You were showing her something special, these were not just some pretty tears in order to gain sympathy.

“You’re beautiful.” She said, without realizing the words were escaping her lips. Her eyes were wide, watching you with great admiration.

“Right now?” You questioned. “I highly doubt it.” You almost laughed, confused by her sudden change in demeanor.

“Are you kidding?” Tennant spoke, suddenly breathless. “This is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.” Your face grew hot at the attention, as you focused on fidgeting with your hands. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You argued.

Tennant shook her head, reaching forward for your cheek. She guided it gently, until the two of you were locking eyes. “Right now, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. More than diamonds, more than gold. You are a work of art, brilliant and bold. You are something to be marveled at.” “You have me at a loss. I don’t know if I want to keep this expression all for myself, or display your true beauty to the world.” Tennant’s gaze was so intense, you felt yourself melting underneath it. “Your tears are worth diamonds, I can only imagine what worth a genuine smile from your lips would bring.”

You looked away, the ends of your lips quirking up from the compliments. Tennant gasped, dragging a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Better than I could have ever imagined. Priceless.” She whispered.

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