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✦ Self Harm OR Deep descriptions of Eating Disorders

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✧ Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Etc.

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Fumbling with the large band-aid was uncomfortable, even if it wasn’t that large to the human eye. It felt too big in your hand, and you almost asked Ford to help you put it on, but you managed. The sticky residue keeping the band-aid on your wrist felt uncomfortable, but it helped stifle the pain from your wrist. 

He had also done an exceptional job putting a splint on your ankle, and the small toothpick surprisingly kept your ankle straight. 

“...Thanks..” 

You spoke quietly as your shyness got the better of you. You’ve never really been the best at accepting gifts or favors. Your mother always said not to take handouts, but why did it feel so nice to receive this one? 

Fiddlefords' face softened, and he smiled. 

“It’s no problem, sweet pea, you shouldn’t have even gotten injured, to begin with..” 

His eyes flicked to Ford as he shot him a glare. It wasn’t his fault you got hurt, not really, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to defend him. He did put you in a jar earlier, and manhandled you, and… You cut yourself off mentally before you got pissed off again. 

Ford just rolled his eyes and packed up the first aid kit, but not before handing you a small saline wipe. You steeled yourself on the makeshift stool and gripped the glass before accepting it. The towel was cold in your hands, and you tilted your head at him. 

“For your shirt,” 

You blushed as he pointed his finger at his shirt, pointing to his chest, where a huge coffee stain remained on yours.  

“Ah, right. Thanks.” 

You spoke curtly as you wiped frantically at the stain on your clothing. You’d probably have to search for a few spare pieces of fabric and make a new one entirely. Not like there were any ‘borrower’ stores to buy clothing from, no matter how hard you dreamed of it. 

Ford did raise an eyebrow at your franticness and mentally noted just how frazzled you still were, making a point in his brain to file it away for later. 

…Despite his promises to keep his findings out of the journal, he never promised not to take notes. He was a researcher above all else. 

…But he was also a researcher with a heart, despite how much he wished he wasn’t. Oh, how he wished he could shove all his feelings aside and meticulously analyze every action you did.

Between McGucket's fondness and his feelings, though, he wouldn't get very far. He just hoped his Muse would be forgiving of how sidetracked he was about to become. 

You noticed Ford staring a bit too long for your liking, so you fidgeted with the band-aid on your wrist while still holding the saline wipe. The faintest movement behind you made you turn around, now looking back at Fiddleford. 

“I can take that for ya’, do you want any more water, hun?” 

You found yourself sheepishly agreeing. Fiddleford, being the sweetheart he was, just nodded and carefully removed the thimble from the table before holding his hand out for the wipe. He was not close enough for you to flinch away, but he was still close enough for you to lean forward and touch him. 

You could still see the faintest prick on his pointer finger where you stuck him with your needle. Wincing, you took the clean part of the saline wipe and leaned forward just a bit, purposefully setting the wipe on his scab, pressing down lightly with your hands for a moment before pulling away. 

“...Sorry for stabbing you, I got startled.” 

You could see his eyes widen a fraction of an inch before he shook his head and took the wipe. His mind was still reeling that you had initiated contact, and he didn’t even flinch away this time. Walking to the sink, he spoke kindly. 

“Oh, don't even apologize for that, didn’ even hurt.” 

You could feel Ford's eyes still on your back as he seemed to analyze the entire interaction. Fiddleford tried to ignore him and focus on the positives that you were growing more comfortable around the two scientists. 

Ford straightened his glasses and set the Medkit on the counter behind him, his brain still buzzing with questions and ideas as always. 

“It was quite remarkable just how fast you moved to stick him. Are you always that quick to react? A survival instinct, possibly?” 

Fiddleford was returning from the sink and set the small thimble back on the counter, his arms crossed, his chest, his eyebrows pinched together in annoyance. 

“M’sure they would rather not talk about that right now, Stanford, it’s late.” 

You were about to console Fiddleford that it was fine, but as you stood from the makeshift stool, your body seemed to move without your brain. Vertigo hit you like a truck as you realized just how tired you were. It had to be around three in the morning. If not later.

     Before your mind could catch up to what was happening, you felt your body land on something soft. As well as being much too warm. 

Your knees hit it first, and as you blinked your eyes, you saw Ford staring at you, stunned. He had instinctively reached out; he didn't know what to do now that he was actually touching you.

"Ford-.."

     Before the panic seeped into your bones, Ford had positioned you back upwards. No longer holding you in his palm as he pulled his other hand away. His free hand is hovering close by, making you anxious. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to control the vertigo, trying to take hold in your bones. You couldn't pass out now. You trusted Fiddleford, but Stanford not so much.

"...Where did you say you usually slept?"

      You rubbed your eyes and looked back up at Ford, who now had his eyebrows pinched together in what looked to be... Concern? 

"Uh... The.. My home is in the walls... I just need to get to the cabinets." 

     There was an easy way to get back to your little haven; all you needed was to get there. Easy. 

You moved to take a step and stumbled slightly. Adrenaline seems to have taken a toll on your body. Ford's hand moved closer as you flinched and reeled back. Expecting to be grabbed. 

     He didn't grab you, surprisingly. His hand was palm up, patiently waiting to help you if you needed it. 

"I don' think yer' in any shape to get there on yer' own... Want us to drop you off there?" 

     FiddleFord spoke nervously, watching you stumble; you looked horribly out of it. 

Ford seemed to have other plans as he moved his hand closer. You hesitantly rested a hand on one of his fingers to keep yourself steady. He seemed positively thrilled you initiated the contact first again. 

"You don't take up much room. Could set up a spot for you on a pillow," 

     You moved to pull your hand away. Nope. Absolutely not. 

"FiddleFord makes a very good breakfast as well! No more scavenging." 

     FiddleFord was about to cut him off and tell him to stop pressing, until he heard a meek voice speak up. Your voice.

"Sure." 

     You agreed. Even with the fear swimming in your gut, and the hesitancy still in the back of your mind. You said sure. 

You were exhausted, tired, and most importantly, the guarantee of food in the morning was just too good to pass up. 

     Even if it was just a bribe, it was a good bribe. 

"Excellent! I'll prepare my desk with a pillow and!-" 

     "But!" 

You cut through whatever ramble he was getting wound up in; you could feel a headache buzzing behind your eyes already. You pushed off his hand and took your own balance. 

"I'm not a pet. I'm not something for you to domesticate. I'm saying yes, because I want to be treated as a guest, alright?" 

     Ford wasn't surprised by your request and nodded eagerly. His hand is inching closer again to try to scoop you up. Eager to set up a spot for you to relax and see which blankets you enjoyed the most. He was a scientist at heart. He could experiment discreetly. 

Your body tensed, but you relented. Hesitantly hoisting yourself up into his palm. 

            He tried to be calm, but his excitement was bubbling as he walked to his room. Already brainstorming how he could make your stay the most comfortable while still gathering information for his journal. A heating lamp wasn't a bad idea to purchase; you felt awfully cold in his palm. 

The rocking of his palm as you sat on it made your vertigo reel once again, and you felt like you could have faintly heard Fiddleford calling after Stanford. 

         Your eyes were already shutting before he could make it to his room. The last thing your conscious mind felt was your gravity shifting before you were deposited on possibly the softest surface of your life.

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Astro leaned against his bedroom door and waited for the soft click of Sprout's door before he even thought of resting. He needed to be sure he went to sleep. It wasn't that he didn't trust his partner; no, that wasn’t it. 

He knew the signs of someone not resting. He recognized them well because he saw them every night on his own face in the mirror. Reflecting the exhaustion, he pushed so hard to drive away from others.  

…He tried to keep mirrors out of his room for no particular reason.

It was a special and unique ache that blossomed in his chest as he thought about what was on his lover's mind. He wanted to help. He was there for support; if he couldn’t even accomplish that, what was he good for?

Slowly, he slipped off his blanket and hung it beside his door, feeling his body physically relax now that he didn't have to worry about others seeing his extra set of arms. He still remembered the day Sprout saw them. They had been baking, and Sprout eagerly turned and bumped into Astro, knocking his balance off kilter. 

When his blanket fell, he didn't say anything; he just handed it back to Astro and kept on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. 

Astro brought it up later, and Sprouts' response was what made him fall deeper in love with him. 

“It’s a part of you, I love you all the same.” 

He sat on his floor atop his blue shag carpet and shut his eyes. Focusing on the feeling of weightlessness that spread throughout his body as he tried to navigate the realm of rest. 

Astro felt more at home like this. With his arms resting on his legs, he felt his consciousness separating from his physical body. Here, he could float freely and move as he pleased. 

He opened his eyes slowly as he took in the darkness around him. With practiced gentleness, he reached his arms out, grasping for the first dream of the night. Shellys. 

Shelly always had the same dreams. They were predictable and easy to manage. He liked to take care of her before the others; she deserved someone who would think of her first. 

Softly, his hands grasped the orb that contained her dream. Peering in, he saw the familiar sight of her standing alone in her study. 

With a simple wave of his hand, he soothed her mind and formed the familiar figures of her friends. Plopping a dream Vee for her to latch onto, once he figured all was well, he let go and let the orb peter off into the distance. 

He swore not to be nosy into his lover's dreams; he never liked crossing boundaries. 

Even if Sprout said it was all right, he didn’t want to overstep. 

Though he couldn’t help sparing a glance at the familiar red orb, he kept off to the side. He always kept it away from the others; having the dreams cling together was always an issue. 

A feeling of dread took hold in his stomach as he gave a passing glance and saw Sprout reeling in his dream. The small orb quivered as the contents threatened to pop and wake Sprout from the sleep he oh so desperately needed.

Astro didn’t think twice about it; he floated closer to the small orb and cradled it in his palms. Tenderly holding it in his palms as he tried to gauge what could have his beloved in such a state of distress. 

Ichor. Of course it was. 

“...Oh my dear..” 

He murmured to himself. There wasn’t much he could do other than gently hold the orb and pray the nightmare soothed itself. By the looks of it, Sprout would wake up in a fit before that could happen. 

He had two options: let Sprout ride out the dream. Which he didn't want to do. 

Or he could wake him up himself, but he didn’t want to do that either. Nightmares like this always stuck around much longer, even in the waking world.

…There was always the third option; he tried not to drag any of his friends into his dream realm. They often forgot, but it always left them disoriented afterward. They never remembered Astro after he got them out. 

He heard Sprout struggling more distantly in his dream, still fighting against the ichor with sickening gurgles. 

It was worth it to try, even if he didn't remember, he resolved. 

Ever so softly, he reached into the orb. Tenative and careful to wrap his finger around Sprout and hoist him out. He was much larger in this form, so he had to be all the more careful maneuvering him. 

Finally, he held Sprout in his palm. He floated and thrashed wildly. Still struggling with a nonexistent force that never existed to begin with. Ever so softly, he spoke, trying to calm him anyway possible before he freaked him out more. He was still covered in that awful Ichor. 

“My dear… Be still..” 

It was as if a switch was flipped in Sprout's mind; he quit kicking his legs and struggling against Astros touch. His chest still rose and fell at an alarming rate, but it was a small victory. 

“There you are… I’m going to remove this Ichor.” 

He murmured and told Sprout what he was doing before he did it; he didn’t want to alarm him any more than he definitely was. 

Oh so tenderly, he used his scarf to wipe away the Ichor. Even though it was conjured up by Sprout's dream, and he could very realistically just will it away. He wanted to hopefully ground Sprout through physical means. 

His hand cradled Sprouts back, feeling the rapid beatings of his heart and the shivers of his body as he used his other hand to softly rub away the stubborn Ichor. 

His thumb softly rested atop Sprout's chest once he cleaned off all he could. Making sure he didn't fall off. He felt Sprout's shaky hands softly rest atop his finger after a few moments. Almost unsure. 

Once Astro wiped away the Ichor from his face, he tried with all his might to shrink himself down more. Curling up almost around Sprout in his hand as they floated in his dream realm. 

“There you are, my dear… Better?”

Sprout sputtered and struggled to gather up his words. Astro looked… Stunning. 

…And much bigger than before, which scared him, but stunning all the same. 

“Where…What?...” 

He tried to sit up more and peek over his hand, but all he got in return was Astro softly touching his face with his other hand. 

“It was all a dream, soon you’ll forget this as well… Do not ponder it long, you’ll upset yourself…” 

It was usually best for other toons not to look too far off into the space that surrounded them in the dream realm. Oftentimes, they would get lost in their own heads trying to conceptualize it. 

He watched Sprout's eyes flicker around his face, as if he was trying to memorize every crater and crevice on his moon side before moving to his star eye. It ached his chest to know it would all be forgotten soon.

“A… A dream? No, no, it was too… Real. I felt it-..” 

Sprout worked himself back up again, his hands moving to his neck as he felt where he was momentarily strangled. A dream. It couldn’t have been, but then again… If it wasn’t, how would Astro be here? 

Astros expression softened as he curled more around Sprout. Now nuzzling into him to try and calm him down. He brought his palm up and rested his ‘nose’ to Sprouts entire body. Applying slight pressure to calm him. 

“I swear on it. No harm will come here… Breathe and be at peace…” 

It took a few good minutes for Sprout to calm down again. Astro stayed in his position even after he deemed it not necessary. 

He stayed until he felt Sprout leaning forward and softly press a kiss to his forehead. 

He stayed until he felt Sprouts breaths even out again. 

He stayed until he finally felt Sprout let out that final sigh of relief and fall back into unconsciousness. 

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The next morning Astro woke as normal, having slept well with Sprouts small form pressed tightly against his neck. 

He didn’t return Sprout to his dream orb until absolutely necessary, which was until he woke of course. 

…He didnt have to, but it felt nice to have a companion while traversing the dream realm again. 

Such a shame it had to end. 

He knocked on Sprouts door the next morning softly with his foot. 

He smiled as the door opened and he took in Sprouts expression. Seeing him well rested made his heart swell. 

“Did you rest well my dear?...” 

“Yeah… Can we do that again sometime?” 

Astro stood and it slowly dawned on him, he remembered. He truly, remembered the dream. As well as the dream realm. 

FIRST OF ALL I LOVE THIS!!! I am well aware this is based off of my recent two part fic and i absolutely love it oh my goodness!! Especially considering this is drawn on strawpage ouughh... Im not gonna lie ive sent it in a few servers gushing about it!!!

Answering this ask!!! NO! i do NOT like Proshippers!

As someone who works in childcare it genuinely sickens me. I am well aware it can be used as a coping mechanism, HOWEVER. That does not mean it needs to be publicly posted or created into this circle like clique where they all benefit off of their horrible behaviors and ships.

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“ I’ll be alright Astro, promise. “ 

It had been a particularly stressful run that evening. The main run didn't go as planned, and even the common toons who tagged along were hurt, which weighed heavily on Sprout's conscience. 

Every time he blinked he swore he could see the events of the day replaying over and over. Rudie, covered in ichor diving for Boxten with no time for him to escape before he was impaled in the arm. 

It wasn’t Boxtens' fault entirely, No. He just didn't see Pebble rounding the corner in time to move off the machine. 

As the group of main toons returned to their rooms for the evening Astro stuck beside Sprout. He made an effort to make sure he made it to his room safely without passing out, and the bags under his eyes were especially prominent today. 

His many hands fidgeted under the blanket wrapped around his shoulders anxiously as he looked up at the taller toon. 

“Are you sure… You don’t seem alright... I can swing by your room and make you some tea, Teagan always says it helps.. ” 

Sprout felt his eye twitch as he reached and rubbed at his face. Trying to wake himself up a bit more, he didn't want to sleep. If he slept he would see Ichor. The substance that kept them alive always came back to haunt him in his dreams most nights. 

…He never told Astro of course. He already spread himself much too thin helping others, and even still a few slipped through the cracks no matter how hard Astro tried. 

No. He didn’t want to be a bother. 

Instead of telling his partner his woes he pulled his hand away from his face and gave a meek smile as they neared his room. Stopping just short of it as he turned to face Astro directly. 

“Astro, M’fine.. I just need to get a bit of sleep and I'll be okay for the next run tomorrow. “ 

Dandy never really allowed the toons breaks from Ichor runs, especially the mains, but Astro would be damned if he wasn’t tempted to ask for one for Sprout right this instant. 

Now that he was looking at Sprout dead on he could see just how prominent his eyebrows pinched together. A clear indicator he wasn’t really okay. He was used to picking up on the little things the other toons did. 

He was supposed to help the others, and to help he needed to know when things were wrong. 

Astro felt his worry spike as he continued to pick apart the little details Sprout tried so hard to hide from the others. Astro always noticed. He noticed how his leaves slightly frayed out of the usual style he used, how he bounced on his feet more, and especially the eye bags. 

…But he wouldn’t pry. It wasn’t in his nature at the end of the day, no matter how worried he grew for Sprout. 

Instead, he spared a glance down the hall, making sure the others were squared away in their rooms before slipping his blanket down just a tad. Letting his two hands reach up and cradle the side of his face. 

Neither of them made an effort to hide their feelings towards each other, but still, Astro never liked showing his hands. It always drew questions. 

Sprout practically melted into the other cool touch, his artificial warmth seeping into Astros' naturally cold hands. 

“...Please tell me if anything is bothering you… I can help..” 

He was made to help, but he didn't say that of course. 

Sprout just carefully reached for his second set of hands still buried under his blanket and softly squeezed them. Trying his best to reassure his partner as he felt his eyes slip shut momentarily against his will. 

He quickly regained his balance and sat up slightly, pulling his face out of Astro's hands. 

“ I promise Astro… Go rest my Nova.. “ 

Astros' hands meekly went back to holding his blanket corners as Sprout still held his bottom two. Giving a weary smile as he tried to read Sprout's expression. How he wished he could know what was going on in his mind. 

“ You as well… I'm right across the hall if you change your mind on that tea…” 

Astro knew he wasn’t going to rest anytime soon, and if his assumption was correct neither was Sprout. Hopefully, he would see reason and just come to get him if he needed anything. 

Sprout let out a soft and airy chuckle as he gave Astros hands a final squeeze before turning to go to his room. 

“ Of course, sweet dreams Astro,” 

He then turned and went into his bedroom. His door softly clicked shut behind him, leaving Astro in the hall for a few moments before the moon went to his bedroom. His mind filled with anxiety for his partner. 

…He would have to be sure to keep an eye out for his dream tonight. He hadn’t been seeing any from Sprout for a while now. 

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Sprout didn’t sleep for a good long while that night, not that he really wanted to anyway. His knees ached as he lay in his all too stiff and creaky bed. You’d think Sprout being a main toon would atleast get him a better bed, but nope. Dandy was stingy as ever. 

He flopped on his back and stared up at the ceiling. If he zoned out hard enough it almost made him feel relaxed. 

…But it always crept back. The Ichor. 

A constant force in his everyday life no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. No one knew how it started infecting them, not even Rodger of all Toons could pinpoint anything. 

He sighed and let his eyes fall shut for only a few seconds. Feeling his body relax ever so slightly into his mattress before feeling something cold and slimy drip onto his cheek.

Slimy and cold. 

He sat up with a start as he felt his heart hammering in his chest, he couldn’t breathe as he swiped it off of his cheek. Scrambling for his bedside lamp. 

His hands were slick with either sweat or Ichor, he couldn’t tell anymore. His skin prickled with artificial goosebumps as he felt around on his table. 

…Only to feel a cold and damp jello-like surface give way under his palm. His body reeled back as he tried fruitlessly to push himself back onto his bed. 

His front half of his body fell forward, almost as if gravity didn't exist anymore as he felt his chest heave in a blind panic. A terrible sense of vertigo took hold of his mind. 

His hands pulled away from the surface he thought was his nightstand so he could hold them in front of his body. Bracing for everything and anything. 

He screamed, or at least he thought he did, he couldn’t hear himself over his ears that began to ring. 

He fell face-first into the darkness surrounding his bed as it all encompassed his being. 

His face felt uncomfortably warm and wet at first as he fell into the Ichor that surrounded his bed. His torso and legs followed soon after. His arms flailed to gather some semblance of gravity as his conscience reeled to grasp the situation. 

A pipe must have burst filling his room with Ichor. He hadn’t been paying attention. He shouldn’t have tried to sleep, he shouldn’t have even laid down. 

He was supposed to support everyone. Why did he always fail? 

Sprouts' hands eventually breached the surface of the Ichor. His legs kicking to tread and keep himself afloat desperately. His mouth momentarily opened to gasp in the air he craved, only to get a mouthful of the dark substance. 

It burned the back of his throat as he tried to breathe. The dark liquid was heavy in his mouth as he tried not to taste the liquid that hurt so many of his friends. The bitter tang settled on his tongue as he hacked and heaved. 

He was going to die here. He was going to die and it was his fault, he should have been watching his friends' backs. He should have been up and making sure none of the Ichor got onto the main floors they lived on. 

He spat out what he could as he tried to keep afloat. His heart desperately clattered in his ribs as he felt his chest was about to burst. His legs ached from how hard he had to tread to keep afloat. 

His lungs burned and all he could think about was his friends. He would never get to bake with Cosmo again. He would never get to bake cookies for Pebbles or hear Vee’s snarky remarks. 

He didn’t like Rodger very much because he tended to pry but he would never get to tell the detective off again. He would never hear Rodger complain about Glisten. He would never hear Teagan and Tisha idly chattering in the kitchen while he baked. 

His heart panged as he remembered the most important one, someone who meant more to Sprout than just a friend. Astro.

His Supernova. His star. The center of his heart, his Sun.

The Ichor soaked his scarf and it held heavy around his neck. He pulled at his once beloved scarf now wanting nothing more than to yank it off. 

He thought of yelling out. To scream. To thrash and fight to live. 

…But if all the Ichor was in his room right now his friends would be none the better. He just hoped the others weren’t awake for it. 

He stopped fighting against the Ichor and felt his hands fall away from his scarf. Letting the heavy and waterlogged fabric tug him down into the neverending sea of darkness. 

‘I’m sorry everyone. I’m sorry Astro.’ 

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“...Oh my dear..” 

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I wrote this for funsies because of the impeccable art drawn by @/Strolling.Star over on Tiktok, do go show them some love! Their style is truly something that I believe all can enjoy no matter what you ship. Speaking of ships, please do not go into the comments of my work, or anyone else's for that matter, talking about Fruitcake. I MIGHT write it in the future, but if greeted with "Where's Cosmo??" Comments I'm gonna just delete them. Let people ship what they want as long as it's not harmful! I do hope you all enjoyed! Until the next update!!