#also i had a headache from the amount of stress i get from being at school

[kaciidubs]

Open Heart

❣ Summary: When you don't know what to say or do, when life starts living you, you can always rely on Chris to bring you back. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 3.2k ❣ Warnings: Mental breakdown, existential crisis, implied panic attack, angst, fluff, comfort, crying, Supportive BF! Chris, Reader is a mess mentally and emotionally, discussions of family, careers, life, and the future, self doubt, self deprecation, mentioned disassociation ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Christopher, and Christopher Bahng [wowie], Reader is referred to as Princess, Baby, Love, Sweet Girl, this is the one that's personal so I'm sorry if you can relate but also you're not alone ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Yeah, dad, I know... Mhm... No, I haven’t heard back from them yet, but it’s only been a week since I applied so... Yeah, I know…”

You paced the living room of your apartment, holding your phone to your ear as you did your best to tame the headache brewing in your head. 

“I know you do, it’s just - there’s so many things I can do with my degree, I’m just trying to figure out what I want to do... I know... Yeah... Okay... Talk to you later... Love you too, bye.” 

Ending the call, you tossed your phone onto the couch with a heavy sigh - the weight of the world piling on top of stress already weighing on your shoulders. 

Everything sucked - almost as if the world was out to get you for simply existing; years of doing what was right, doing what you were supposed to, only for you to still feel like you weren’t doing enough. 

People pleasing. 

A wave of guilt made your stomach turn, tears stinging behind your eyes as you stood in the silence, yet it still felt so loud. 

You knew your dad meant well, your parents meant well, your family meant well, but every question, every poorly veiled nudge of ‘What’s your next big move going to be? You’ve been stagnant for so long.’ ate at your psyche at every turn. You felt like you did everything; you graduated high school in the high percentage of your class, you went to college, you graduated as a first generation student after five excruciatingly long years - yet through all that they still wanted more from you. 

A pleasure to have known. You have so much potential.

If you had a dime for the amount of times you’ve heard those words, you would’ve been a millionaire by now. 

A shaky breath rattled in your chest as you sighed, your hands rising to cup your rapidly heating face. “Fuck... F-Fuck.”

Your vision blurred, salty tears stinging your eyes before burning fiery trails down your cheeks with no signs of stopping. 

When was it going to be enough? When were you going to be enough? 

Your breath hitched, choking on a sob that your body refused to let go - not now, not right now. You were still young, you had so much potential - so why did it feel like you were being rushed? Why did it feel like everyone saw some invisible clock above you, counting down the days until you’d become useless? 

Wasted potential - those words always used to scare you, the famous buzzwords of any educator wanting to instill proper work ethic in their students; the future of the workforce. 

Wasted potential - that’s what you were beginning to feel at your 9-5; a quaint little job you kept throughout your final semester, something that got the bills paid and kept a little more in your savings. 

Wasted potential - that’s what you felt when your days began blending together, when you realized disassociation was your coping mechanism until your mouse hovered over ‘clock out’. 

You wanted to do so much, so much, but there was never enough time in the day - they were never ideas that would earn you a proper living wage, a career path your family wouldn’t agree with. 

Your body shook as a sob finally tore through your silent cries, your head throbbing as air tried to force its way into your lungs - crying never used to hurt like this.

Your world spun, it felt like time froze while speeding up, but all you could do was cry - stand in your living room and cry like a reprimanded child because you weren’t doing what you were supposed to. 

“Princess?” 

Your eyes snapped open behind your fingers, quickly registering a bigger, warmer pair wrapping around your wrists. 

“Baby, can you hear me?” 

Guilt. 

Chris was home early, and instead of relaxing like he deserved, he now had to tend to you - crying over the same thing you cried over four months ago. 

He felt you tense, he could see the spiral of overthinking, and his grip tightened, “Hey, hey, it’s just me - it’s just me, princess.” 

You sniffled, biting back another sob as you shook your head, “’M s-sorry-” 

“Shh, don’t apologize - you don’t have to apologize, not to me, not for this.” 

Understanding - he was always so good at that, making sure you knew you weren’t the problem of anything; he always joked he got better at it from you. 

Another wave of tears surged through you, nearly making you double over at the rush of fresh emotions popping off in your brain, your jaw tensing as you tried to stifle the illegible babbling falling from your lips. 

“I- It’s- I can’t- And- It’s just so-” 

Chris pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other cradled the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing circles just behind your ear. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay - I’m here, you’re okay.” 

He blinked away his own tears, the sounds of your cries breaking his heart when he entered the apartment, and now the feeling of your body shaking against his like a fall leaf utterly tearing him apart inside. 

You weren’t sure how long you both stood there, him whispering words of comfort in your ear while you stained his black hoodie with your tears, but you slowly came out of your breakdown with uneven breaths - your hands holding onto his hoodie as if he was your lifeline. 

He was your lifeline.

“Can we go to the bedroom, princess? Can we manage that?” He cooed softly, a soft smile settling on his lips as he felt you nod. “Okay, we’ll go slow, yeah?” 

True to his word, he slowly led you into the bedroom with shuffling steps, noting how you clung to him like a baby koala, as if you separated from him at any point you’d float away into space. 

Sitting on the bed first, he scooted toward the middle of the mattress and you quickly followed suit; crawling toward him before laying your head on his chest, tangling your legs with his while he pulled you into his side. 

It was quiet, save for the occasional hiccuped breath and sniffle, the sound of his heartbeat slowing the thudding in your own head, the rise and fall of his chest reminding you how to breathe again.

“Love?” 

You hummed softly, your free hand nonchalantly playing with the drawstring of his hoodie. 

“Wanna talk about what happened?” 

Dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest, you took a deep breath to fight back another round of tears threatening to come out. “I... My dad called to check in, see how we were doing and all... He wanted to know if I found a different job yet, one that uses my degree, and I told him I hadn’t.” Swallowing thickly, you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued, “He’s worried that I’m not using my full potential, that I’m not getting paid what I should - and I don’t blame him, really, I went to college for a reason and everything, but it just feels like I'm being rushed into making another decision I’m not ready for." 

“Another decision like picking your major?” Chris chimed in - he’d remembered you telling him about your realization of wanting to switch majors in your junior year, but ultimately choosing not to since you were close to graduating at the time. 

You nodded, “I know he means well, I love my dad, I love my family, but it just feels like they don’t understand that I'm just...tired. I’m so, so tired that the idea of getting a new job - when I’ve only been at this one for just over a year - makes me feel like I can’t breathe. Fuck, the fact that I’ve been at this job for a year makes my skin crawl because this isn't what I want.”

Picking mindlessly at a few cotton pills collected on the fabric of his hoodie, a heavy sigh escaped you, “I feel like all I’ve been doing my whole life is performing for other people, catering to other people, to the point that I don’t even know who I am. I’ve always been told all these great things about myself, but-” A hot tear rolled across the bridge of your nose, “I don’t believe them, at all. Everyone sees all this potential in me and it drives me crazy because I don’t see potential in myself.”

Your name rolled off of his tongue softly, with so much care and gentleness that it made your heart hurt more because he’d been part of the crowd singing your praises and you practically confessed that you didn’t believe him. 

“Princess, my sweet, sweet girl…” 

“C-Chris, I’m-” 

“Please,” he cut you off with a gentle squeeze, “you already know what I’m gonna say if the next words out of that pretty mouth of yours are ‘I’m sorry’.”

Sighing softly, you accepted that fate as his right hand slid down your arm to take your hand in his, another gentle squeeze to remind you that he’s right here. 

“I just... I don’t know what I’m going to do.” 

“Well,” Chris hummed softly, taking in the way your smaller fingers threaded between his own, “what is it you want to do?” 

It was almost as if you stopped breathing, guilt and shame swirling around in your head at his question - the golden question everyone had, but never got the full answer to. 

“...open heart?” 

This time it was Chris’s turn to falter, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your tear stained face. “Open heart, princess, always.” 

Open heart, something you’d both established years ago in your relationship as a way of asking for full attention - reestablishing that you both were in a safe space with zero judgment, remaining heart to heart with one another. 

“I-” You paused, fighting against the will of your mind wanting to keep yourself protected, from being seen. “I... I don't want to do anything…”

Before he even had the chance to breathe, you jumped into the defensive, “A-And I know that’s stupid- I’m in such a position so early on in my life and there’s so much I can do, but, baby, I’m at a point right now that I can’t see myself working a 9-5 for the next month, let alone another 40-or so years of my life!” Panic quickly began to set in as your thoughts ran a mile a minute, your brain begging you to stop but your heart pleading for you to get rid of this weight. “I can’t be a girl boss, I don’t want to be independent, I-I just wanna be taken care of and loved and supported - I wanna take care of all the things at home and be the one helping you reset after those stressful days. I wanna learn about myself and my hobbies and discover what kind of person I really am underneath all of these learned traits. And I’m sorry, I know, it’s pathetic, it’s shameful, it’s selfish to want to put all of this onto you-” 

The sound of your name falling firm from his lips stopped you in your tracks, your blood running cold as you laid as still as you could be against him. 

“Open heart means we can’t speak for each other, remember that rule?” His tone was softer, light and teasing, quelling the tinge of fear spoiling every word you spoke as you nodded. “Okay, good - now, can I say something, or would you like to continue?” 

“Please say something, Channie.” 

“Alright, first and foremost, don’t ever, ever call anything you want ‘stupid’ - your desires are what make you you, and that includes wanting that 24-inch green matcha squishmallow.” 

He felt your body shake - short laugh, a huff of air, a sign that he was breaking through.

“Second, I don’t think you wanting to be provided for is pathetic or shameful or selfish - it takes a strong person to admit that, and at the end of the day I think that’s what everyone wants in their own special form; somewhere they feel safe, cared for, loved. And, you’re not putting it all on me,” he felt you tense, but his hand held firm to yours, “because I want to be that for you. I want to provide for you, take care of you, handle all the things that are too big and scary for you to figure out on your own. I want to give you the freedom to explore and be yourself, pursue what you want and don’t want to do - and if that makes you ‘selfish’ then, princess, I’m the most selfish person of them all.”

“You-” your voice cracked, throat raw and sore, “You don’t mean that, baby, please-”

“C’mere.” He huffed, pulling you up with him as he sat up before tapping your thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap - and once you were situated, he cupped your face in his hands, “I would never lie to you, you hear me? Since the day we met I knew I wanted to do everything in my power to care for you, even when we were just friends and you would join the kids in teasing me about how old I was even though you weren’t too far off yourself.” 

Your pouted lips morphed into a sad smile and he had to stop himself from cooing over how cute you looked, even with puffy eyes and an even puffier face.

“Plus, I’ve been taking care of seven other people for the better half of five years, what makes you think I don’t want to do the same for the love of my life?”

Teary eyes searched his for any sign of dishonesty, but all you found was overflowing truth and love, a fresh breath of acceptance cooling your lungs like drinking ice water after eating a mint.

“Open heart?” You murmured softly, taking his hands in your own before pulling them off of your, embarrassingly sore, face.

He nodded, ducking his head to press a fleeting kiss to your knuckles.

“I was always a little jealous of you, you know that?”

“Me?!” 

The shocked squeak in his voice made a giggle, a genuine giggle, bubble up inside of you and you nodded in earnest. 

“Yeah, you. I always felt like I was so far behind everyone around me when it came to having their passions in order, having their lives in order, and when I met you all I could think about was how sure of yourself you were - how you were able to follow through and actually do what you love for a living not only because people around you supported you, but because you believed in yourself.” Dropping your gaze to your entwined hands, you traced your thumbs along his knuckles, “You always knew what you wanted and you worked toward it - I always wished I could be like that, I still do.”

“Baby, you know you can’t-”

“-compare my life to yours, yeah, yeah, I know.”

He didn’t miss the lilt of playfulness highlighting your words, a smile finding its way to his face as he shot you a lighthearted glare, “No mocking! But, really, you shouldn’t - we come from completely different backgrounds, and if anything I’m more jealous of you than you are of me; there’s so many things you’ve done that I haven’t had the chance to experience.”

You let out an incredulous scoff, tilting your head inquisitively, “Like what? Work a draining part time job in the food industry?”

“Yes!” Though he was laughing, you could still hear the serious notes in his voice, “You got to work retail, you went on family vacations whenever you wanted, you fucking graduated college before I did!”

“Okay, first of all, all of my horror stories should deter you from ever wanting to become a retail employee in your near future!” Dropping his hand, you poked him in the chest with a faux glare, “Second, I guess you’ve got me there - between how often I’ve seen my family compared to you, I do win that spot… But that last one you definitely have over me, Mr. Double Major!”

“Oh shut up - you’re a graduate, I’m still in classes; you didn’t have to go from having practice at 8 but an exam due at 8:30, while still needing two demo tracks ready for the first listen at 10!”

The two of you dissolved into a mess of giggles and smiles, whatever tension remained melting away with each melodic sound that escaped you.

“Princess?”

You hummed, a soft smile settling on your lips, “Yeah, Channie?”

“Open heart,” Chris started warmly, deep brown eyes sparkling with a love only you could know, “I want you to know that I meant every word I said - I do want to take care of you, physically, mentally, financially, whatever way you’ll let me. And - not to sound cocky or anything, but I definitely make enough to support the both of us with no issue. Aside from that, I want to build a life with you - so if that life includes you being the hottest stay at home wife then it’s the best life I could’ve ever asked for because you’re in it.”

A wave of heat rushed over you as butterflies erupted in your stomach, “Stay at home wife, hm?” 

Of course, you paid attention to everything else he said, but you didn’t think you’d be able to say anything on it without bursting into tears again.

“Would you prefer stay at home mom? I mean, you’ve already got seven kids calling you it anyways - and I can’t lie, it does have a nice ring to it.” He grinned, releasing your other hand to wind his arms around your waist, scooting your body closer to his.

Rolling your eyes at his less than subtle tease, you snaked your arms around his shoulders, nails playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, “Let’s just start with stay at home girlfriend and see where we go from there, yeah?”

“So you’ll quit tomorrow?”

“Christopher!” You stood no chance in holding back the burst of laughter that escaped you, narrowly avoiding knocking your head against his as you shook with unabashed giggles, “Tomorrow? You sound like you’ve been waiting for this confession to come!”

“Baby, I was one more angry rant of your supervisor ‘springing last minute work onto you’ away from quitting for you.”

Reeling yourself back in, you leaned forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss, your world finally feeling like the pieces were slowly falling into place - or, at the very least, revealing themselves to you. “I love you, Christopher Bahng, wholly and truthfully, there’s no words in the entire galaxy to express how much you mean to me.”

He held you tight, pressing his forehead against yours with a soft sigh, “I love you more, more than you ever know, more than all the stars in this universe and the next. Whatever you decide, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you - just say the word.”

“Does that include ordering takeout for dinner tonight so we can keep cuddling?”

“Find a menu while I change?”

“Order it while I wash my face?”

“Deal.”

Everything sucked, sure, and there was still much left to figure out - but with Chris by your side, you realized that things could get better with an open mind and an open heart.

#stray kids angst #skz angst #bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan angst #bangchan angst #bang chan fluff #bangchan fluff #tw mental health #mental health tw

[arikazu]

Boyfriend chan headcanon

(Sweet and smutty and angst addition)

How you met him

You met chan at a concert it was the love at first sight for him soon you began appearing all of his events and he seemed to adore it.

You became friends and after that he took you out on a date at a skzoo Cafe.

He respects your culture since you are a foreigner at Korea.

A student he helps you in study and after a headache day of work and studies he would snuggle you to the bed and make your favorite drink.

He would write songs about you but won't ever release it.

Since those songs are only meant to be heard by you and only you.

Calls you "baby girl" or "sweet heart"

Plans to have a family with you in future. He wants to have 3 kids but will respect your choice.

On the occasion of Holi, he is going to prepare an array of vibrant colors for you to play with. He wants to make sure that you have the best experience while celebrating this festival of colors.

He will carefully choose the colors and mix them in a way that creates a beautiful palette. You can expect a variety of shades that will add a unique touch to your celebrations. So get ready to immerse yourself in the joyous spirit of Holi with a splash of vibrant colors.

With definitely try gol gappa and pakooda with you.

"Your parents hold a great amount of love and admiration for him. He has managed to win their hearts and has become their most beloved individual. They hold him in high regard and cherish his presence in their lives.

He has a daddy kink.

He likes to fuck from behind and he loves how your boobs bounce as you ride him.

He would fuck you in his studio so he could ease the stress off.

His favourite position is classic missionary and it's variations but loves when you ride him while he works on the new song lyrics.

Loves to eat you out while you are a moaning mess in front of him.

He has anger issues sometime and you would calm him down by giving him a head.

His favorite position also include 69

When the dating scandal broke out he was angry at stays when they gave hate comment to you.

Leaving no choice to take action in his own hands but you broke up with him because you didn't wanted to ruin his career.

He was a strong leader to others but to you he was a baby who needed love.

When you left without saying anything he was on hiatus for months but had no choice to carry stray kids for him and others.

He would often miss you.

"I don't want to admit but I miss you"

He wrote I hate to admit it for you and released it.

He often wish to meet you again one day.

"Imagine a different reality, where I am not bound by this curse of being an idol, and you are not just a dedicated follower. A world where we are free to be who we truly are, without any labels or expectations."

- bang chan 25.3.24

All rights reserved to @arikazu 2024

#Spotify #stray kids #stray kids ff #straykids x you #straykids fanfic #straykids fluff #skz #skz imagines #straykids angst #skz stay #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #chan x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan #chan x reader #stray kids chris #chris x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #straykids smau #straykids smut #stray kids angst #skz fanfic #skz fluff #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

Ranulf is by far one of the characters with the most potential that I wish they went more in depth with. He's such an important and prominent character, but the fact that you don't even hear he's been having these nightmares for the past three or so years now unless you get this specific dialogue is such a shame.

I think he's a perfect comedy relief/plot serious balanced character, but the amount of personal information we have about him/his feelings/his life are minimal. We see a completely different side of him when they went to Gritnea Tower in PoR, but it's something we only see again one more time, and that's in this chapter.

It's basically like, he has a lot of depth and personality, but they only sprinkle it very sparingly. I just find that to be so odd considering his importance in both games, and the fact that he's one of the central characters in RD in general (that is, he's even more prominent in RD than he was in PoR, and he was still relatively important in PoR). He's no less filled with characterization than other main characters like Ike and Soren, but we're given it so infrequently that it's much easier to gloss over and not think much about again.

I wish they did more with the other facets of his character, outside of him being one of the most kind, intelligent and empathetic characters (especially among the beast laguz, since the general impression we're given is that the bird tribe uses logic over emotion in comparison to the usually emotional and erratic beast laguz, and those are the two most prominent laguz species in the story).

Like, it's great that he has those qualities, but people get angry. They get aggressive. They get enraged. No person is just a solid funny and nice person, and Ranulf has all of those kind and angry qualities, but they skimp so much on this amazing writing of him. You learn so much about him and what he's been going through from these few brief instances of him becoming angry, but they just don't touch on it enough. They had a chance to continue his first base conversation with Ike and bring it up to him. It would've been the perfect time, because we have this dialogue in their first conversation:

Ike: You can come talk to me anytime you want. Don’t think you’re alone in all this. Ranulf: Heh… What are you, an inquisitor? Ike: A guy’s got to do something between battles. Talk to you later. Ranulf: …

At first Ranulf was talking about feeling bad for bringing beorc into a laguz affair, and then they discuss that Skrimir is giving Ranulf a headache with his behavior. That could've been their first conversation, but then they could've had a follow up based around the end of their conversation (the above). It would've been the perfect opportunity to give us another base conversation where Ranulf does go to talk to him because of these nightmares and all the stress he's been having. Imo the way they end the conversation with "...", makes it sound like there's more on Ranulf's mind than just what he was open about.

If you consider that he's been having nightmares about what he saw at Gritnea Tower for the past few years, then you consider that the laguz all just found out from Rafiel that the Begnion senators started the rumor about the herons to get them all killed, it's reasonable imo to consider that Ranulf is intelligent enough that he may have been starting to put the pieces together.

We learn late into part 3 that Izuka was working with the senators, and I feel like Ranulf's suspicions should've been raised. I don't think it's necessarily bad writing that he didn't catch on, but more of a missed opportunity. The whole situation affected him very deeply and they were very expressive about that in both games, but it's just that we don't see enough of that side of him, as in, we don't see it enough times.

In a way I feel like it also hits harder when you have the fun/funny, friendly, kind person experience something that tragic - witnessing the result of his race having been used for experiments and seeing their rotted corpses. Knowing people see his race as expendable and on top of that, left their carcasses to rot after pure torture. He saw innocent lives that had been taken and after all that horror, not even given any sort of burial, let alone a proper one.

There's also the fact that he's a cat - he has a very good sense of smell, and that's how he realized who the Black Knight was before anyone else. The smell of rotting corpses alone would be a lot to handle, but to be able to smell it better than anyone else in the room would have been absolutely traumatizing.

Again - the fun and funny, friendly, kind person experienced something horrible enough that he had a breakdown over it (and (presumably extreme based on context) subsequent emotional distress for years following). Tibarn and Reyson had their own ways of dealing with it that we were also shown (Tibarn was more much collected about it, and he put his rage into his strength, which Reyson similarly did, versus Ranulf's very outward emotional response), but Ranulf has never been subjected to anything that horrendous through the events of the game prior.

To have it be a one off situation in both games (as detailed as they were at the times they happened) is a huge shame imo and deserved to be expanded upon. It's clearly not something he got over over the years, and may never have gotten over post RD (even if he did feel better about it after killing Izuka or, if you didn't have him kill Izuka, if he felt better about it knowing Izuka had been killed for his crimes by the army Ranulf was part of).

I just wish they went more into detail about his feelings, because they were very powerful and emotional and felt like they should've been a stronger part of his character as a whole. Considering his role in RD is about as important if not more important than Elincia's PoR presence, it's something he really deserved as a central character. I love this battle dialogue because it shows you his raw feelings outside of that good ol' sweetheart guy. We can see something he's been struggling with, and we can see him express that so well in the scene they did give him that it would've been amazing to have more of that.

#DCB RD Run #Ranulf #Radiant Dawn #I have him kill Valtome in all my runs for the funsies but like. Izuka. Izuka tho. #I have him kill Izuka for the seriousies and for his own peace of mind #sorry Pelleas but like. Ranulf.

[mayakern]

hello!! if you don't mind me asking, what was your professional art journey like? (esp the earlier years) was MonsterPop! your first big project online? were you still taking client work when you opened up your shop? you're a very inspiring artist and I hope to be in a similar position as you one day! thank you so much for your time!

oh boy this is a doozy! and also a lot of this involves devin bc our success is completely intertwined

i went to art school (MCAD) from 2009-2013. i majored in comic art but had a secondary unofficial focus in illustration, specifically product design, and i interned at paper bicycle (the company of my product design teacher) my senior year, the same year they opened up light grey art lab. i mailed out a LOT of tarot decks. they didn't have a label printer so this took forever.

during that time i took some freelance illustration and comic gigs and also created some comics that got an amount of traction online (mostly on tumblr but i also got an io9 article written about me iirc). i also started making monsterpop (in 2012 i think?).

in 2012 i ran my first kickstarter to crowdfund an anthology of some of my short comics (how to be a mermaid, the little robot girl, fairyfail) and got my first taste of proper self publishing. sadly this was before i created redden (which was my senior thesis comic) so it wasn't included. i didn't have label printer so mailing out the books (i think i sold around 200) took forever and i ended up throwing a pizza party with my friends and having them help me.

after graduating i moved to the LA area in search of work. it honestly sucked ass and most things didn't pan out but eventually (2014) i got a remote job contracting for gaiaonline and i moved right back to minnesota bc i absolutely hated LA.

i met devin (my wife) 20 days after moving back to minneapolis. in 2015 i ran a kickstarter to fund printing the first volume of monsterpop and people bought almost 400 books. it was insane. i was dying under the stress of trying to mail it all out those packages and didn't own a label printer yet. between having to hand write the addresses, being both dyslexic AND slow, and getting headaches from the fumes, i could send out a max of like 10 packages a day. once again i was planning to throw another pizza party to have my friends help me out, but devin swooped in and got 100 packages done in just a couple hours and when i tell you that no one has ever done anything sexier for me in my life, i truly mean it.

at the time devin and i were both broke living paycheck to paycheck. gaia didn't pay well and the patreon money i got helped, but wasn't that much. i took some freelance/commissions and got some store and convention sales, but i was making around 22-26k and was constantly overworked. devin was in significant credit card debt and was barely scraping by between managing a gas station and school. i started making my very first skirts and then at the end of 2015 my arm, the thing that made me what little money i did make, gave out.

i couldn't draw anymore. this could have literally ended my art career, but instead devin stepped up. they took a look at all the things i was already selling in my store and figured out a way to repackage/bundle the items together in a way that was fun and appealing. and people actually bought the bundles! at that point the vast majority of my sales were at conventions and i wasn't very good at selling online, but that was the beginning of a new era. devin started working with me part time to manage the online store and go with me to conventions and things started getting better. at some point during this saga we finally bought a goddamn label printer.

by 2017 devin started working with me full time. we also got married and moved across the country to upstate NY. in 2018 we got a CPA and became an SCORP and monsterpop became a finalist for the prism comics award, which scored me an invite as a guest at SDCC. i really wish i had enjoyed that experience, but unfortunately i was dealing with some Bad Medication Issues and was extremely sick the whole weekend. otherwise it was great tho and devin had enough fun for the both of us. this is also around when i officially stopped taking freelance work. prior to that i'd only been taking a couple jobs a year, but the store was finally making enough that i could stop.

in 2019 i made the difficult decision to end monsterpop. this came with a lot of heartache but it was the right thing to do. i am much better now for it. i think 2019 is also when we became an SCORP.

we hired our first employee (lindsy) in, i think 2021. it might have been the end of 2020. and in 2022 we hired our second employee (ariel), who had been modeling for us already for a couple years bc she is our very close friend and actually the reason we moved out to NY in the first place. in late 2022 we started working with ash, who now manages our product supply chain and also is patterning new garments for us.

there's probably a bunch of stuff i've missed but this is roughly it! neither devin nor i were able to succeed until we started working together. our strengths and weaknesses complimented each other well and somehow things just worked out.

and if you take away nothing else from this, please leave with this info: if you sell and ship any amount of product online buy a goddamn label printer

#ask #faq #long post #there was also a monsterpop volume 2 at some point i think 2017

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are you?

AND IT'S FINALLY HERE! 2000+ YEARS LATER! A NEW FIC!

This one was requested by 💗! Again, I'm sorry that it took so long, my dear 🥺

Hope you enjoy it!

💗

hello Duda! Felix stan here! I’ve been wanting to do an ask for you for some time but i’ve been too shy, your recent post made this feel like it was a good opportunity. I would love if you would do a fic where felix wakes up with a really bad headache, and tries to hide it from his members, but chan takes one look at him and knows he’s unwell. Felix’s condition gets worse throughout the day, especially at dance practice. I would love to see a moment where chan is like, are you okay and Felix tries to say yes but is feeling nauseous and ends up throwing up. hair holding is the best!! A trope i like is a sickie with constant nausea, keeps thinking he’s done and there’s nothing left, but then there’s another small gush and they end up having to camp out in the bathroom or with a bucket. Also the trip of a sickie who likes having company when sick, but doesn’t like having people touch them a lot and appreciates some privacy while throwing up.He can’t keep anything down and has a high fever, headache, body aches, etc, basically he is just miserable. After a day or two of this they take him to the doctor and he has the flu, but Chan and the members take care of him.

HIDING

An idol's life consisted of basically recording songs, filming mvs and other content for their fans, dance practices, concerts, music shows, photoshoots, you name it. Of course, they had breaks throughout the year and sometimes they used them to visit their families or they would record surprise content for STAYs.

Because of their busy lives, injuries, and illnesses were quite common, and to the disappointment of a lot of STAYs, being sick not always kept them from taking part in activities. Even if they were injured or sick they would still attend concerts and other activities.

They would usually sit out any schedules if they were really ill or if the injury was serious and they were in a considerable amount of pain.

The boys were in the middle of preparation for their new album, which meant they had a lot of photoshoots, song recordings, choreographies, and other stuff. It was an overall stressful time, even if they loved what they did.

Since Felix had to minimize his participation during MANIAC promotion because of a back injury, he wanted to give 110% on the other comebacks. He did take part in music shows but his dancing was cut to a minimum, just the amount he could do without further injuring his back.

Today they had mostly dance practice, as they were still in the process of creating the choreography and making adjustments.

Being a main dancer, Felix looked forward to dance practice but today wasn't exactly like that.

He woke up and immediately noticed his head was hurting, he'd even risk saying it was hurting even before he woke up. But because it was winter season, he quickly brushed it off as being due to cold weather.

He got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He wasn't going to take a shower before dance practice because he would get sweaty anyway. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, but when he lifted his head to look at the mirror, he felt lightheaded, he wouldn't say it was dizziness because it felt different, it felt off but he couldn't properly explain what he felt. It was as if he had lost balance.

He took a deep breath and washed his face one more as if to shake off the odd feeling and went back to his bedroom to get ready to leave.

By now Chan was already walking around waking up the remaining sleeping members and met with Felix in the hallway.

- Good morning, Felix

- Good morning, hyung.

Chan immediately noticed something was off about Felix, he wasn't as bubbly as he usually is and he had this slightly pained expression on his face.

- You okay?

- Yes. I'm still a little sleepy.

Chan knew better than to keep pushing them to tell what was really going on, so he accepted the answer and continued with his task.

Felix changed his clothes and decided to take something for his headache so it could go away quicker. He knew he shouldn't do it on an empty stomach but desperate times call for desperate measures. He just wanted that pain to be gone, he didn't want it annoying him during practice.

He ate breakfast with the other members, gathered his stuff and they all left for the company.

They started the day with song recording and things already started going wrong from there. He hadn't noticed it at first when he woke up but his throat was kind of itchy, as he could tell by how it was a little difficult to sing in a lower tone. Every time he tried, some he succeeded but others he had to hold a cough so the members wouldn't get worried.

But Chan always coordinated recording sessions, so he, more than anyone else, knew something was wrong.

- Felix, let's take a break.

He said from outside the recording booth, he didn't want to keep asking what was wrong because he wanted to respect Felix's space. If the boy wanted to say, he would.

Felix was more than grateful for the break his hyung gave because his headache had increased a bit during the recording.

While the other members were recording he went to get some water then got back to the studio and stayed with Chan, Changing, and Han.

After a few minutes, he started dozing off and thought the medication was finally kicking in but strangely, the headache wasn't going away, it was getting stronger.

It hurt him to admit but even the members talking was starting to annoy him. And he kept thinking how he'd be able to practice later, with that blasting song inside the room.

At one point, he completely zoned out, he kept his eyes glued on the floor and it took him a few seconds to realize the members were calling him.

- Yongbok-ah?

- Felix? Hey, Felix?

Chan and the others said gently tapping him on the shoulder.

- Hm? I'm sorry

- Are you okay?

- Yes...I guess I'm a bit tired...

- It's your turn again and then we'll wrap up this part.

- Okay.

Felix got inside the recording booth and took a few deep breaths to control that annoying ticklish sensation in his throat. Fortunately, the first recording session ended great and he thought his hyungs didn't notice anything wrong.

They had a little break before the other recording session and then a lunch break.

Felix just lay on the couch and covered his head with his hoodie, the light was starting to bother him a little bit and honestly, he just wanted to rest.

Eventually, Hyunjin came in and cuddled with him for a bit before returning to work. Felix wasn't sure how he felt about that, at that exact moment, if he wanted to or not but it definitely felt comforting.

The other half of the recording session went better than the first and was quicker as well.

Lunchtime came as fast as everyone wanted, except Felix. Even though he should be hungry because he ate very little at breakfast, his stomach had a burning sensation, because he decided to take medication on an empty stomach.

While all the others were happy to get some food in, Felix was facing a difficult choice - eat something even though his stomach didn't seem like it would accept it well or not eat, worry his hyungs, and risk passing out during practice.

He went with the safer option, but he decided to eat a little less than usual, which he thought the members wouldn't suspect anything, after all, one's appetite can change a lot.

He ate his lunch, way too slowly for his own liking, not only because his stomach didn't want anything, but also because the tingly sensation in his throat had turned into a mild sore throat.

He did manage to eat everything and drink some juice but afterward, he felt full, way too full for someone who ate so little. The burning sensation was now replaced with a feeling of being bloated.

Thankfully, they had a little rest before beginning dance practice, after all, doing harsh movements right after eating is never a good decision.

Although lying down right after a meal is not the best for your stomach, that's everything he needed right now. And that nap right before dance practice was heavenly. For a moment, he didn't feel anything, no sore throat, no headache, nothing. He thought that all he needed after all was a proper meal and a good rest. But he would soon find out things were just starting to get bad.

Creating new choreographies can be challenging and idols are known for their performance, so to master a choreo, sometimes they'd spend an entire night on the company.

Lee Know was one of the main dancers of the group and the one who usually helped create and perfect the choreos. Dancing sessions could be fun and sometimes as serious as one could imagine, after all this was their job.

Because of his back injury, Felix couldn't take part in all dance practices so now that he has recovered he wanted to give 110% of himself even during practice.

He wasn't going to let a headache and some mild sore throat disturb him, not now that he could actually dance.

Practice began, easy at first, since they were still in the process of coming up with the steps. Much to Felix's misery, this part required listening to the same song over and over again, bit by bit, to get the rhythm and the beats and then start to create the choreography.

It started with nice, easy steps, counting and following along to the beat slowly, not needing to put so much effort as of the moment. But then it started to get bad.

By the nth time the song was playing, Felix's headache was almost throbbing along to the beat, making him feel frustrated. Since they were not actually dancing yet, he stepped away to drink some water and calm down to see if he could get rid of that throbbing sensation.

He didn't notice, but the whole time, from the moment he stepped into that room, Chan kept checking on him. He didn't want to frustrate Felix by insisting that he sat out that session but he would step in if things got worse.

Again, the same process repeated, listening to the song, counting, steps, repeat. It went on for about an hour before they had basically a whole potential choreography ready to be fully rehearsed.

By now, Felix's headache was almost begging him to stop and rest, the throbbing sensation from before had increased.

Before they started the actual rehearsal, they had a little water break to make sure no one was dehydrated. Felix grabbed his water bottle and took careful sips of it, something felt strange in his stomach. But as he finished drinking, he had a small coughing fit that caught the others' attention.

- Hey, Yongbok-ah, are you okay?

- Y-yes, hyung. I just choked.

He said trying to laugh a little bit. He was now wondering for how long he would be able to keep the facade of "being well" up.

They finally started practicing the newly created choreography, and just like always it had really dynamic movements, much to Felix's misery this time.

As he danced, he felt every muscle in his body start to ache, as if he had been dancing since last night, non-stop. And Chan didn't take his eyes off of him not for one minute.

As they finished passing the choreography 2 times, Felix broke into a harsher coughing fit, to the point where he almost gagged.

- Hey, Yongbok-ah, are you sure you're okay?

- Y-yes, it's just dust, it made my throat really itchy.

He wasn't lying, his throat felt itchy, but his stomach was also acting weird. It felt heavy, gurgly.

He took another sip of water and took deep breaths before they started dancing again.

As they were passing the choreography for the 5th time that day, Felix's body started to show clear signs it didn't want to keep moving, but he was determined to practice, he didn't want to sit out anything this time. However, just his force of will wouldn't be enough this time.

Each movement just made his head sting in pain over and over again. And his stomach as well, he could feel everything sloshing around with every movement he made.

Each step just made that feeling worse, as if his stomach was spinning inside him. He tried to keep himself focused on the dance but the steps by the end of the choreo were even more dynamic, everything he ate that day was threatening to make an appearance soon.

Him wanting to keep dancing wasn't enough, as his body started to not keep up with the rhythm anymore, his movements became sluggish, which was unusual for him. Chan and Minho noticed that and the leader glued his eyes on Felix for the rest of the choreography, if anything happened he'd be there to help in a flash.

The song ended, finally, and everyone just fell to the ground, exhausted. Felix just stopped and blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the throbbing sensation in his head. Now that he had stopped moving, everything he was feeling while dancing, intensified.

The nausea was basically unbearable, everything was sloshing around and he could feel it start making its way up his chest, and to top that, he was feeling dizzy as well. He straightened his back and took deep breaths as he started swallowing the thick saliva filling his mouth.

Chan made his way close to Felix and put a hand on the boy's shoulder.

- Hey, Felix, are you okay?

Feliz wanted to say yes, but he knew there was nothing he could actually hide from his leader.

He tried to answer but was immediately cut off by his stomach contracting and sending hot liquid up his throat faster than he could've reacted.

He bent over quickly as his stomach contracted one more time making him gag harshly and making vomit gush out of his mouth hitting the ground with a sickening sound.

- Oh my god! Felix!

Chan said as he started rubbing his dongsaeng's back. Everyone in the room was shocked by the sudden situation, some froze and some ran towards him to which Chan immediately told them not to.

- Don't. Give him some space and get me a trash can.

The boys did as their leader told them and quickly grabbed the trash can in the room and placed it under Felix's mouth.

He grabbed his knees for support while Chan held his hair out of his face. Felix spat out a few times before his stomach let out a concerning sound and sent even more chunky vomit out of his mouth, now hitting inside the trash can. He didn't even have time to catch his breath before throwing up one more time, now with such force his back arched painfully and vomit came out of his nose as well.

- Breathe, Felix.

Chan said as he tied the poor boy's hair into a bun and changed his approach. Now he decided to rub Felix's chest and tummy to try to provide some comfort.

- I'm right here.

Felix spat out a stream of saliva and he thought he was done, that everything was out.

- Straighten your back a little.

Felix did as he was told and took deep breaths. For a brief moment, he felt some relief. But it was indeed just for a brief moment, his body was decided to get rid of everything inside his stomach.

He bent over again and Chan proceeded to rub his chest and tummy to try to help him vomit whatever was still upsetting his stomach.

Chan pressed down gently on his stomach, which answered quickly by sending up another thick wave of vomit.

- There you go. Get it all out.

Another wave of watery vomit came right after, mixing with the putrid mess inside the trash can. After this, he kept gagging and gagging but nothing was coming out.

- Felix, I think you're done. If you keep forcing it you'll hurt your throat.

He handed him a bottle of cold water so the boy could rinse his mouth.

- How are you feeling?

- Awful, hyung...

- Let's sit down for a bit. Kids, get your stuff, we're leaving early.

Chan guided Felix to sit on the couch with him because the boy was looking pale and he could actually faint at any moment.

- How long have you been feeling like this?

Chan asked while still rubbing Felix's back.

- Since morning... It started with a headache but things just escalated...

- What are you feeling now?

- My head hurts a lot and my stomach is churning...

- Maybe you caught a cold?

- Maybe...hyung can we go home? I want to sleep...

- Yes.

The kids grabbed their stuff and Felix's while Chan helped him walk to the van.

Felix sat beside Hyunjin and the poor sick boy quickly fell asleep on his shoulder. Chan, who was in the front seat would turn around every now and then to see how the boy was doing.

- How is he?

- Still sleeping.

The boys answered. For half of the ride, everything was going smoothly but then Felix's stomach let out a loud gurgle, that everybody in that car that didn't have earphones on, heard.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head from Hyunjin's shoulder.

- I'm gonna throw up...

The boys quickly started to search for plastic bags or anything he could be sick in. And thankfully Minho had a plastic bag with him from something he had bought to eat.

He passed it to Felix who barely had the strength to hold it. Changbin who was sitting beside him as well, helped him hold it as the poor boy proceeded to throw up one more time, Hyunjin rubbing his back throughout the process.

- Felix, do you want us to pull over?

- N-no-

Was all he managed to say before another bout of vomit escaped from his mouth, mixing with the liquid inside the bag.

- It's okay. You're okay.

Hyunjin said as he continued to rub his back.

Thankfully, they got to the dorms quickly and proceeded to take care of the poor boy.

Chan helped him out of the car and wrapped his arm around Felix's waist to help him walk to the elevator.

Once inside the dorm, the leader gave out the orders to try to get Felix comfortable as soon as possible.

- I'll stay with him so he can take a shower. I want you guys to get a change of clothes for him, make some light soup, and get his bed ready.

- Yes, hyung.

It was the right choice to stay with Felix inside the bathroom because a few minutes into the shower he started to feel faint. All the exertion from the day caught up to him in a flash.

As he was taking his bath, he felt his feet start to sink beneath him, as if the ground had suddenly become like jelly and he saw black dots in his vision. To add to his misery, his stomach also responded to the sudden malaise, building up a strong nausea.

- Hyung...I feel weird...

Chan who was looking at his cell phone and still keeping an eye on Felix, quickly tossed the phone aside.

- What's wrong?

He said, already hurrying to his dongsaeng's aide.

He managed to get Felix before the boy collapsed and carefully guided him to sit down.

- Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?

- Hmm...

Feliz gagged right after answering and felt liquid coming up his throat. He just leaned forward as a stream of thick bile came out without much effort, his body was tired and his stomach was basically empty. Chan just rubbed his back, and held his hair back and patiently waited until his dongsaeng felt a little relieved to help him back to the shower.

When he finished showering, he felt as if he had only the strength to go to bed, but he needed to eat something so he could take some painkillers for his headache.

Chan walked out of the bathroom supporting Felix and guided him to the couch where the boy almost sunk into the cushions. In a few moments, the others appeared with some soup for him.

- Thanks, guys...

He said, really softly.

The soup smelled nice and it tasted even better. He ate it very carefully so as not to upset his stomach and risk throwing up everything.

It took some time but he managed to eat everything and right after he started to doze off.

Chan woke him up very tenderly to take him to the bedroom.

- Hey, Felix, let's go get some sleep.

Felix barely opened his eyes, so Chan helped him up and took him to the bedroom. He lay him down and covered him and within minutes, the sick boy was fast asleep.

Chan's instincts told him it would be better to stick around in case Felix needed anything so he told Lee Know to go sleep in his bedroom, as the boy was probably tired from teaching all the choreography.

And he wasn't wrong, a few hours into the night, Felix started to feel even worse than before.

He was tossing and turning on the bed and no position was comfortable. His headache was still there and his stomach was acting up again.

It started doing flips, so he tried laying on his back and covered his eyes with his arm.

On top of that, his whole body was aching and he was shivering too much for his own liking, he was drenched in sweat as if he was inside a sauna but he felt too cold to take the blanket off.

Because he was shivering, his body was tense and kept contracting with each shiver which made the nausea build up.

He felt something come up his throat, his mouth started to fill with saliva so he started swallowing convulsively while keeping his eyes squeezed shut and taking deep breaths.

It passed for a few minutes so he decided to turn to lay on his side again, but that was the last straw for his stomach. The movement made it jump and sent its contents rushing up, he knew he wouldn't be able to swallow it down this time. He needed to get to the bathroom otherwise he would throw up all over the bed.

Chan, who was sleeping close to him, noticed all the shifting and woke up to assess the situation of the younger boy.

- Hey, Lix, is everything okay?

- Hyung, I need to throw up.

Chan took a quick look at Felix and noticed he looked pale and at the same time really flushed and his bangs were sticking to his forehead. He helped the young up and took him to the bathroom.

However the sick boy's temperature did not go unnoticed, the moment Chan touched Felix's skin he was alarmed by how hot the boy was.

- Oh my god Felix! You're burning up!

Getting to the bathroom, Chan immediately guided Felix to kneel in front of the toilet as he would probably pass out if he kept standing.

As soon as he was down on his knees, his stomach contracted sending what he had eaten a few hours ago gushing out of his mouth.

- There you go.

Chan said as he held Felix's hair and checked his forehead.

- You're really burning up Felix.

He felt the sick boy shivering under his touch as he rubbed his back after tying his hair into a ponytail.

Felix's stomach contracted forcefully arching his back to the point Chan grew concerned about his previous injury.

Watery, gooey vomit escaped his lips hitting the toilet water with a sickening sound, almost making Chan gag.

He was getting really concerned, it's been some time since he last saw Felix in such a state.

Felix coughed a few times before his stomach sent even more vomit up making him arch his back. Chan kept rubbing his back, changing between up and down and circles.

After a few more rounds of mostly gooey vomit, Felix was just gagging unproductively and panting. He felt too hot and suffocated, as if he was inside a sauna and couldn't breathe and his throat was hurting a lot.

- Felix, straighten your back a little, I think you're done.

Chan said, flushing the toilet to get rid of that awful sight and smell.

The sick boy was shivering even more than before, Chan kept rubbing his back, but even the slightest touch was hurting, his skin was on fire, and even his clothes were hurting him.

He started crying, everything was too much, his head was throbbing, his throat was aching and his whole body burned.

- Hyung, it hurts! I just want it to stop!

The boy said breaking down in tears.

Chan proceeded to rub the sick boy's chest trying to provide him some comfort and calm him down.

- I'm right here. You'll be okay. Let me take your temperature.

He grabbed the thermometer that was inside one of the drawers of the bathroom cabinet.

- 40°c! Oh my god, Felix! We need to go to the hospital. We need to find out what's going on.

Felix was barely there, he felt too tired from everything and he was getting sleepy.

- Hyung...I'm tired...I just want to sleep...

- It's okay. You can go to sleep, hyung is right here with you.

By now, all of the boys were already up and just waiting outside the bathroom, as they heard some noises coming from the inside.

- Chan hyung, is everything okay?

- No. Felix is really sick. He needs to go to the hospital. Can someone bring my phone?

Lee know quickly got back with Chan's phone and handed it over to the older boy who called the manager.

- The manager will be here soon. I'll go with him. The rest of you stay here and try to get some rest. I'll keep you guys updated.

- Okay, hyung.

The manager arrived, Chan picked Felix up and took him to the car.

He lay all his weight on his hyung, he wanted someone to take care of him, he wanted comfort and he also couldn't control his body anymore.

In a few minutes, they arrived at the hospital, thankfully the manager had contacted their doctor before leaving the dorm so he was waiting for them.

- Felix, we're here. Can you stand?

- No...

- Okay, I'll help you. Come on.

Chan helped Felix out of the car, wrapped his arm around the boy's waist, and walked with him to the doctor's office.

Taking just a glance at Felix, the doctor immediately told the nurse to put him on IV drips, given how pale he looked, he knew he was dehydrated and that the case was serious.

- Yongbok-ah, what happened? What are you feeling?

The boy could barely keep his eyes open and he was afraid that if he started talking, he'd throw up again.

- I started feeling weird when I woke up... I thought it was just a headache but it kept getting worse. It started throbbing, my throat started hurting and my stomach felt weird... I ended up throwing up and when I was sleeping I started sweating... And Chan-hyung noticed that I had a fever...

- We'll take a blood sample and see what's going on. For now, you'll stay here on IV drips because you're obviously dehydrated and malnourished.

After a few minutes, the doctor came back with the results.

- Well, from what we discovered from the blood sample, you have the flu. That's why the symptoms got worse throughout the day, and they were aggravated because of how much strain you put your body through during dance practice. I'll give you the prescription for the medications and I advise you don't take part in any sort of activity for at least a week. Otherwise, this flu won't get better and it could actually get worse because your immune system is already under pressure.

- Understood.

- You're free to go once the IV drip is done.

- Thank you, doctor.

Felix was coming in and out of consciousness because of how weak he felt and how high his fever was. Chan sat by his side and texted the others to give them an update on Felix's health.

- Hey kids.

- Chan-hyung! How's Felix?

- He's on IV drips right now. He was too dehydrated and malnourished when we got here. They took a blood sample and found out he has the flu.

- But it was so sudden...

- Actually, he said that he felt weird since morning but his symptoms escalated too quickly throughout the day. The doctor told him to stay put for at least a week. The manager will see how our schedules will change.

- Understood. You're coming back to the dorm, right? He won't need to stay in the hospital, right?

- The doctor said we could go home once the IV drip is done. Can you please change Felix's bedsheets and get him a change of clothes, for when we get back?

- Of course, hyung.

- See you soon. Bye.

When Chan finished texting the kids, Felix woke up for a while, still looking green.

- Hyung...I wanna throw up.

Felix said already trying to get up.

Chan quickly got a sick bag for him and held it in front of his mouth since the boy barely had the strength to hold it.

Felix opened his mouth and vomit gushed out, watery and gooey just like before, because his stomach was completely empty but still wanted to make him feel miserable.

He burped which brought up another stronger wave that arched his back and Chan placed a hand there and started rubbing circles on it.

- It's okay. It's best if you let everything out. Hyung's right here.

Felix coughed up another wave mixing with what was already inside the almost completely filled sick bag.

- Felix, you're just dry-heaving now. Your throat is already hurting, if you keep doing that it will only worsen.

Felix knew that but he felt nauseous either way, he didn't want to get away from that sick bag, even though he felt his stomach empty, there was still this lingering feeling that he was going to throw up again, anytime.

- Come on. Let's breathe together okay? Take a deep breath in...hold it...and now exhale... Keep going...

Chan guided Felix through this pattern for a few minutes before the boy felt somewhat less nauseous, at least better enough to lay back down and wait for the IV drip to end.

In the meantime, the nurse noticed Felix had thrown up again and came back with an intravenous nausea medication.

- This will help with your nausea. It will feel strange at first but it will work in a few minutes.

- Thank you.

Felix went back to sleep and within 1h30 the IV drip was finally over.

He did feel a little better, the nausea wasn't completely gone but it had died down a little, thankfully. The doctor gave them the prescription and once again told them that Felix needed full rest to be able to get better.

The ride back to the dorm was calm, with no incidents along the way, with him dozing off all the time.

Arriving at the dorms, 6 worried boys were waiting for them.

- How's he, Hyung?

- The doctor said he has the flu. He told him he needs a full week of rest.

- There's a set of clothes in his bedroom.

- Thank you, guys.

Chan was taking Felix to his bedroom when the boy halted on his feet.

- Hyung... I'm gonna throw up...

- Okay, come on.

He brought the sick boy to the bathroom and guided him to kneel in front of the toilet.

Felix opened his mouth and coughed until he gagged. He kept gagging but nothing but thick saliva was coming up. A wet burp brought up a tiny wave of watery vomit but nothing more, leaving the boy feeling miserable.

- Felix, I know you're not feeling well, but your stomach is empty...

- But...I feel too nauseous...

- I'll bring an antiemetic to you, wait here.

Chan came back with a pill, that thankfully was a capsule because Felix was sure that if he tasted any medicine he'd throw up in a second. He took it with a sip of water and waited in the bathroom in case he felt sick again.

After some time, his stomach was feeling a little less nauseous.

- Do you think it's safe to go to the bedroom?

- Yeah...

- Can you stand?

- No...

- Okay, I'll help you.

Chan picked him up and carried the sick boy to the bedroom.

He lay him on the bed and covered him with a blanket to help with the fever. He also brought a bucket and placed it close to Felix just in case something happened during the night and also to not make the boy walk all the way to the bathroom every time he needed to throw up.

Chan settled beside Felix, wanting to be there to help at any time.

The others also gathered up in the room to keep them company and also to be of help.

The following days consisted of numerous trips to the bathroom, with Felix barely managing to keep anything down. His fever spiked every so often, with the boys taking turns to take care of him.

Needless to say that as he was getting better, the others fell ill one after the other, because they didn't want to leave each other's side.

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[ashpkat]

ash dump ideas u never completed or just had on me

idk what fandom. and idc

feel high but also dead rn so j need some brain juice.... please, dickmaster ash the smash.....

oh boy i can do you one worse better. here’s an unfinished first chapter of a cassidy blake fusion au idea i had for magisterium. (u don’t need to know what cassidy blake is to understand but it’s by v.e. schwab)

Call had always been able to see ghosts. Somewhat. He could feel ghosts than he could see on a regular basis, it required a little work to actually see the ghosts. There were some rules. The Veil rule, for instance. How ghosts could only be seen in the Veil. With one exception of course.

Some people think ghosts only come out on Halloween, or during the night. That was not true, not by a long shot. Just because people couldn’t see them doesn’t mean they weren’t there. They could be anywhere, in some poor old lady’s garden, the bread aisle of the supermarket, the front seat of a bus, anywhere. 

Call could feel when a ghost is near. It was something reminiscent of the pitter patter of rain on a window, or maybe someone lightly tapping him on the shoulder. In other more severe cases, sometimes it was like a pulsing headache or someone digging their nails into his brain. 

It happened at random. And this certainly wasn’t the first time he felt it, and it wouldn’t be the last, either. Call was sitting in his desk during Algebra when it began, the tap tap tap. Like always, he tried to ignore it. Key word was tried. It chiseled away at his focus, and there was only one way Call knew that would make it go away. If he went and saw for himself.

Which more often than naught, he doesn’t want to go do. He can tell Aaron doesn’t either, because across the room when Call met his eye, met the intense glare he’s giving him from his seat. Very intense, like terminator laser death intense (Calls never seen the Terminator, so he doesn’t know if they actually shoot lasers but he thinks they probably should because that would be cool). 

Aaron couldn’t feel the tapping, but he knew his best friend well enough to realize when Call does. 

Call shifted in his seat, bouncing his leg absentmindedly. It had gotten stiff and painful from sitting down all day. The teacher just kept droning on. 

“When you get the variable X in this scenario isolated then you’ll have to…” Mr. Graves wheezed out as if he’d been smoking for thirty years. Knowing the amount of stress his students cause him, he probably had.

People around the room were getting antsy with their boredom. No one could even stay still. Rafe wqs sleeping with his eyes open, Kai doodles on their shoes, Kylie and Lacy were giggling and passing notes to each other. 

It was nothing good, Call assumed, because nothing good comes out of popular kids. That’s what Kylie and Lacy were, popular. He could tell because of their bleach blonde hair and perfectly painted nails and how they all looked like carbon copies of eachother. 

They’re usually all had similar personalities too — being general assholes. Kylie has once told Call not to get too close because she thought his bum leg might be contagious. Call fumed for at least 2 weeks after that (and still, 7 years later, he still was).

Maybe he should’ve wanted to be popular, but that was never his style (both literally and figuratively). There were just too many rules, like laugh at jokes but don’t laugh too loud. Smile but not too wide. Wear the right clothes. Play the right sports. Care, but don’t care too much. Etcetera, etcetera.

Call had rules he lived by, like rules with Aaron, but those were different.

 Kylie flicked the note in front of her, over to Lacy’s desk, but she missed and it floated to the floor like a leaf in the wind. From his seat, Call can see Aaron strike a rare, impish grin. 

“I know just what will get your mind off this ghost tap,” said Aaron. Call looked over at him, cocking an eyebrow with mild surprise.

The thing about Aaron was this: he could be popular. He could be the star quarterback. He could be the teenage heartthrob of the school. But he couldn’t.

Because Aaron was dead. He’s a ghost.

Aaron got out of his seat and sauntered over to Lacy’s desk, she’s retrieved the note and is stifling a giggle as she scribbled a reply.

He read aloud over her shoulder, but Call was the only one who can hear him, “Top ten cutest boys in the school,” Aaron feigned surprise, “not to spoil anything but.. number one is Ryan.”

Call rolled his eyes. He could see as Lacy turned around and placed her response on Kylie’s desk, her arm went straight through Aarons torso. Aaron shivered. Then, he turned his body to face Kylie's desk, gingerly putting his fingers on one of the many multi-colored pens that lined it. He focused all his attention on it, scrunching up his semi-transparent tan face. It doesn't move.

In movies, poltergeists could throw TV's and slide beds across the floor. But in reality, it took a lot of ghost energy to cross the Veil -- which is what Call dubbed the little curtain that separated the living and the dead. And the ghosts who do have that energy are typically super old and not very pleasant. Luckily they've never had to deal with one of those. Call was secretly glad that Aarons wasn’t made of all that stuff.

Aaron caught Call staring at his pen escapade and sheepishly smiles, as if he knew he's probably not supposed to be doing that. Then he gracefully clipped himself through the floor and reappeared next to Call. 

He perched himself on Calls desk, effectively hindering what little attention Call was paying. 

“I’d say that didn’t get your mind off it, hm?” Aaron cracked a half smile.

Yeah, actually maybe a little, but now all I can think about are Ryan’s chiseled abs, Call thought to himself, careful not to speak aloud. That was one major perk of having a ghost best friend, he never even had to open your mouth to have a conversation, with the mind link and all. He doesn't quite understand why their minds are linked, however.

“Better than thinking about ghosts right?” Aaron said, but as he does Call could feel the tapping getting stronger. Like an itch at the edge of his vision, pulling and begging for him to look that way. Aaron sighed and shot him a sympathetic look as he hopped down from his desk.

It really only made Call think more about ghosts, and not just the one pestering him, somewhere far in the school, but also Aaron. Call doesn’t know how long it’s been since.. the incident. He tried not to think about it too loud, since Aaron typically gets a little upset when Call mentioned it— how he got stuck actually being a ghost.

He couldn’t have been dead for too long, since there’s not anything retro about him with his floppy blonde hair, Nikes, and Marvel T-shirt. And also because he’s only showed up as of lately, and lately being the last 2 years. It was when Call was 12, and his dad had gotten some weird antique with some weird ghost boy seemingly attached to it. 

“I prefer the term corporally challenged.” Aaron rolled his eyes at Call.

Quit reading my thoughts you freak, Call shot back at him, can’t I get any privacy? 

“It’s not my fault you’re a loud thinker,” he retorted. “Also for the record, I wasn’t attached to the antique! I was following the pull back to you. Things aren’t haunted like that. You know that’s not how it works.”

Thats not what my dad says, Call hid his laugh with a swift cough into his hand. A few people turn and look at him anyway. He sunk lower into his seat and eyes the clock. The tapping was getting worse.  

Calls dad, Alastair, had always been a little obsessed with antiques and the history behind them. Lately, he had been inching towards supernatural territory. Actually no, not just inching, it was a full on sprint into spectral space.

It was like a switch being flipped in his brain, and all Alastair wanted to buy now are creepy old dolls that looked like they would be haunted but weren’t. Call would’ve known if they are. And it wasn’t like Call could ever tell his dad that, because he’d go crazy and try to interrogate him. Alastair had even been talking to some medium that claims he can see ghosts, but Call doubted. He’d met the guy and he couldn’t even see Aaron, so that was enough evidence for a faker for him. 

Maybe he’s going through a midlife crisis, Call thinks to Aaron. He just crinkled his nose at Call and shook his head.

”I don’t think Alastair believes the medium can actually see ghosts,” Aaron said slowly. “Maybe he just likes the company. If you’re catching my drift.”

Call tried hard to not let his face twist up and make it look like he was constipated. No? Whats the drift i’m missing here?

”You know,” he sighed, “that they’re not just chatting about ghosts? They’re getting… romantical?” At Call’s blank face, he gave up the ghost (ha) and soldiered on. “Is the tapping still there?” Aaron asked, even though Call was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

Sure is, he replied and rubbed the back of his neck. Like a knock, knock, knocking on the base of his skull. It was telling him that there’s some serious paranormal activity going on. Call sighed. He could certainly do without all this spectral nonsense, he couldn’t wait for Summer. Because in Summer, Call could get full nights rests without hearing the tap of the Veil and rather the sounds of Alastair tinkering with cars in the garage. There's something odd about the Hunts house, because Call found that it’s strangely quieter than the rest of the town, especially in Summer. Six weeks of quiet, six weeks of Summer sun and reading comic books with Aaron, six weeks of almost feeling normal with his best friend. All Call has to do was make it through these final days.

Call raised his hand like the dutiful student he was. Mr. Graves saw him and gave him a stern look, already knowing Calls question wouldnt be about math.

“Yes, Callum?” He exhaled, sick of him even though he hadn’t even spoken yet.

”Can I use the bathroom?” Call shuffled in his seat and rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the feeling, but the tapping was persistent. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Aaron sigh and frown. It didn’t take a genius to understand where Call planned to go with this.

”Can’t it wait?” Mr. Graves sighed wearily, “I’m in the middle of very detailed instructions. You’ll miss them.”

Call scowled, ”You know I’ll miss them anyway, even if I was in the room, now c’mon I really gotta go!”

Mr. Graves looked considering, eyeing Call like he was some disease-ridden freak. Then he sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose with his pointed and his thumb.

"Fine. But make it quick, do not dawdle," he waved him off and turned back to the board.

Call was already out of his seat and snatching the hall pall before Mr. Graves could even think about finishing his sentence. He shuffled out of that stuffy classroom as fast as his leg would allow. In the hallway, Aarons slightly transparent head popped out of a wall, and he didn't look too pleased. Call hardly spared him a glance as he limped down the staircase, his footsteps audible in the nearly silent hallway

"Can we just be normal for once?" Aaron asked, sounding a bit sad. He’d floated down the steps instead of walking, which Call was jealous of. If he was undead, he’d sure love to go without the constant pain in his left leg.

"You're a ghost. And I can see you. That's not normal, so I doubt normal is something we could even achieve." Call hissed at him, the tapping was pulling him somewhere weird.

Call back tracked. It pulled him like a rope attached to his gut right down into a completely seperate hallway.

A locker door swung open and hit Aaron in the face. Call instinctively flinches, but he passed through it like it was nothing. He appeared to be sulky.

"Well you could at least try and be normal," he muttered.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Call stopped dead in his tracks and glared in the other boys direction. Aaron held his hands up in surrender. He looked apologetic enough for making Call mad, which irked him a little because Aaron was just too nice.

The thing was, they both knew that Call wasn’t a normal boy and Aarons not a normal ghost. There was an accident, snow and ice, cars screeching, and slipping into darkness. And then Call was whole again, flash forward 13 years, and a ghost soon-to-be best friend showed up in Calls house. (a/n: fix/ ??? dunno if i want this to be canon)

Call turned away, skulking off and letting the tapping pull him away. He doesn't even have to think about where he had to go. He ducked into the library, the librarian was somewhere in the backroom, therefore, she couldn't and wouldn't bother Call. Call slunk in between the rows of books. By now, the tapping was more a thudding. This was probably, no, definitely where he needed to be. Aaron appeared in front of him, bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“I mean this: have you ever tried to ignore the tapping? Just wait it out?” Aaron crossed his arms, “I know, I know..”

“Do you though?” Call exclaimed, but quickly lowered his voice when he realized where he was, “We’ll be quick, in and out.”

Aaron frowned, “But…”

“In and out.” He repeated.

After contemplating silence, the tension in Aarons body eased and he sighed, “fine. Rule number 9 of friendship, friends don’t leave friends in the Veil.”

“Bingo.” Call shot him quick finger guns.

Behind him, Call reached for light airy fabric. It’s wasn’t actual physical fabric, but it was the only tangible way to describe crossing over into the Veil. He pulled it away and let himself fall. Then it was all black and Call felt sharp cold air pierce his lungs, his fingers turning icy, and his whole body becoming overwhelmingly cold.

And then it was again, Calls was back to his normal self. Except, he wasn’t. Not in the veil. He was slightly more translucent than before, and there’s a glowing blue, almost grey, light inside his chest. Beside him is Aaron, looking more solid than not— however he lacked the glowing light inside, telling Call he is indeed still a—

“Ghost?” Aaron sighed, “You’re thinking a lot today? What’s up?”

“Now is not the time for our therapy sessions,” Call snapped back.

(the ghost is jennifer? idk? canon book was that ghost died in a fire but maybe the bookshelves crushed her / someone pushed the shelves?)

(call goes home. uhhh. oh yeah the medium is constantine this is another alastine au. alastair is like surprise we’re going on vacation to salem and call is Fuck)

the only other notes i had for this was

Salem, Massachusetts

(3 locations minimum:

Burying Point Cemetary,

The Witch House,

Protectors Ledge,

House of the seven Gables,

Rockafellas(I HAVE AN ACTUAL FUNNY IDEA),

The Salem Inn,

Wicked Good Books(Tam), Gallows Hill)

- Ghost boy!Aaron

- Ghost Hunter!Call

- Ghost Hunter!Tamara

- Regular boy!Jasper deWinter that gets dragged along w/ Tamara

- Big bad!Maugris, steals Souls in hopes to get a body because he’s a fucking idiot and doesn’t know that’s Not How It Works LMAOOOO

- one sided calron :( but call doesn’t end up with any one in the end

- this is future ash i don’t remember how aaron died but i think he got murdered? idk it was really really weird. in cassidy blake, jacob (the ghost best friend) drowned to death trying to get smthing for his sibling but. eh. aaron has no siblings)

- deadass remember nothing abt this au. btw don’t remember what the funny idea was for rockafellas im so sad i remember losing it at SOMETHINg

Anyway

YO reblog this shit if you want me to share more of my unfinished ideas / chapters

#also some of this is present tense and some is in past tense. yeah idk what’s going on either #this is from a while ago #like #A WHILE. ago #magisterium #the magisterium #callum hunt #aaron stewart

[ssreeder]

yooooo. queer-ie: i love your work and would die for it (this is the queer part) and i just know there’s gotta be scenes that have been deleted. could you possibly tell us about some of those (this is the -ie part)? no pressure tho!! i’ll be hopelessly devoted to you either way.

eyyyyyy-o.

sorry Ive sat on this ask for a while but it tuurns I doooooo have like 4k of of outtakes from RIA & ITF lol.

so here are a few, i’m not sure if this is what you wanted from this ask lol im doing my best. (also none of these are edited or proof read and im sorry about mistakes and grammar and tense and all that other jaz because these were seriously like - ‘i don’t know if im going to trash this orrrrr…..’ then it never made it in & might not even be applicable to the current story.)

im such a good author I know so many details ummmm here is an insert from some point in RIA (I think this was going to be a POV from Hakoda and his men talking and I decided it was a waste of word count. sorry hakoda)

- - -

“I say we kill him.”

“Don’t you think that is a little… <i>extreme</i> Gilak?”

“Not as extreme as the <i>son</i> of the Fire Lord living and breathing in our camp!”

Hakoda felt the specific vein in his forehead thumping against his wrinkled skin that was trying its best to keep it contained. He could feel a headache coming forward the longer they discussed what to do about the situation that Sokka brought to his attention… and so far, they had not one tangible idea.

“Gilak, I have already told you, we can not kill him.”

“I know sir, your son is buddies with him, and we can’t upset Sokka.”

Hakoda shot the larger man a stern look, and he quickly retracted his words.

“I know why we can’t kill him. I just think it would be the simplest solution in this situation.”

Bato jumped to Hakoda’s defense, like he always did.

“This is not a simple situation, so it will not have a simple solution. I think we should speak to Morrak and see what he learned about the boy before we make any decisions. If we kill the Prince of the Fire Nation while he is severely injured and being non threatening we will look like the savages the rest of the world calls us. We have to handle this delicately, like Hakoda said, Sokka trusted us enough to tell us who he is when he could have easily lied. Which means we need to respect that trust and handle it delicately.”

Hakoda cleared his throat, earning the attention from both his men.

“So it is decided. I will talk to Morrak and once I get more information, I will meet back with you both and we can discuss our options at that point.”

“Yes sir.”

“Yes Chief.”

Hakoda was happy when they left his tent, freeing up the stifled air that seemed to stop moving the moment the conversation began. Hakoda felt an intense guilt building from betraying his son’s trust and sharing his friend's identity with the other men… Haoda knew it was the wisest decision for him to make as the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe, but it wasn’t helping him be the best dad to his son… Something he was still struggling with every passing moment.

Even now… Hakoda left his son alone in the healer’s tent with the boy he just recently discovered was the Prince of the Fire Nation… A boy bred into fire and violence. Sokka seemed to trust him, which gave Hakoda a tiny bit of hope that maybe there was something good in this boy… But that tiny feeling was smothered by the rest of the overwhelming amount of mistrust and worry he had when he looked at the golden eyed boy who glared at him from the moment he opened his eyes.

Hakoda rubbed his forehead, digging his thumb into his temple in an attempt to push back the stress vein. He needed to speak to Morrak, and after that… He would make a decision on what was the best next step he could make. He needed to protect his tribe and his son, that was his main concern right now… and right now… Sokka was tied to this fire bender in a way that made Hakoda nervous.

Turning towards the entrance of his tent, Hakoda decided not to overthink this situation a minute longer and go find Morrak so they could talk…

Each time Hakoda thought about all the things he didn’t know, or wasn’t understanding, he felt the weight of his decision growing heavier and heavier. If Hakoda didn’t figure out what to do soon, he was going to be crushed and then Sokka would be on his own…

Hakoda couldn’t fail his son again, he had to make the right decision

- -

Ok so this one is right before Zuko gave himself up in RIA. I don’t remember how the final scene went down but we all know how it ended :) <3

Psst… Dad.”

Hakoda frowned in his sleep, caught in the middle of a dream and the reality that awaited him on the other side.

“Dad… Wake up.”

Hakoda opened his eyes and saw Sokka staring down at him.

“Son? What are you doing in my tent in the middle of the night? Are you ok?”

Hakoda sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to see through the darkness he was startled when a tiny flame broke through the void and gave clarity to the room.

Zuko was standing behind Sokka who was kneeling next to Hakoda’s bed, and the Water Tribe man felt a mixture of conflicted feelings. He was instantly happy that Zuko had come back for Sokka, but the dred that followed swallowed any joy he had…. Zuko couldn’t be here. If Quon found him… They would all be in trouble.

“I’m fine… Zuko came back. He… We… Ummm… We are leaving.”

Hakoda thought he would be devastated the day his son told him he was leaving again, so sure that his world would bottom out and Hakoda would feel like he was falling into despair. But when he looked at Sokka, and he thought back to the talk they had about his feelings for the fire bender, Hakoda knew that there was nothing he could say to change his son’s decision.

Just like Hakoda had allowed Katara to leave, he had to do the same with Sokka. His children didn’t belong to him anymore, they were grown and they were bonded to people who they were loyal to… And Hakoda was proud of them. It was a monumental thing to find someone you loved, and staying loyal to them was what kept that relationship strong…. Even if Hakoda didn’t love the idea of Sokka choosing a fire bending boy, he wouldn’t stop him from being loyal to his love.

“I understand, son. Allow me to put on my pants and I will help you two escape.”

Zuko spoke up, “I don’t think that will be necessary. The uhh… The helping us… Not the uhh… The pants.”

Hakoda smirked and Sokka smacked his own forehead. No wonder the boy refrained from using words.

“I would like to make sure you two make it out ok. Is that a problem?”

Zuko seemed to dislike the idea, but Sokka gave him a pleading look that had a splash of assertiveness, which seemed to be their typical dynamic. Now that Hakoda was aware of the romantic nature between the boys it was easier to disfer their interactions.

Hakoda slipped on his pants and slid on his boots, making sure he secured his hunting knife inside. He couldn’t grab any other weapons just in case they were caught, Hakoda couldn’t risk looking like he was prepared for a fight. If they were caught, they would need to make sure that whatever words made up their excuse were good enough to fool whoever found them.

As long as it wasn’t Quon, they might have a chance

- -

RIP Shen, I never realized how fucking funny you and Zuko were until you died. I think this was when they were all sharing intel idk… but Zukos an asshole and I love it. (he and Sokka were sooooo hostile during the SWT arc)

“Nothing… Just…. Fucking drop it. How about Zuko and I switch seats and I will come over and help you with the Fire Nation cruiser information. Bato and Zuko can, I don’t know… Play their tile game or whatever.”

“Fine with me. I fucking love games.” Zuko mumbled as he stood up.

Shen watched with wide eyes, not saying a word, and Hakoda could honestly say he had no words to add to the tension either.

“Good!” Sokka stood up as well and made sure to bump his friend’s shoulder as they switched seats. The fire bender glanced back and Hakoda wondered if he was going to shove Sokka in the back but he didn’t reciprocate the hostile gesture and instead he flopped down next to Bato and crossed his arms with his brow narrowed deep into the center of his face.

Shen leaned back when Sokka came to sit down next to him, and Sokka glanced over at him and scoffed.

“Don’t be dramatic. Let’s just get this thing fucking over with so we can be done here.”

“Whatever you say.” Shen replied as Sokka aggressively organized the parchment and prepared to draw out Shen’s cruiser.

Hakoda watched as Sokka’s anger melted when Shen began to explain what it was like being a soldier stationed on Fire Nation cruiser. He told them about -

- -

TA DAAAAAA idk if this is what you wanted…. but here it is. I don’t have anything from the first book, and only a bit from ITF but I do have more RIA. I rambled a lot in the second book ha but yeah idk what else to say! Thanks for the ask.

#FYI NONE OF THESE ARE EDITED haha so sorry #this ask has been in my inbox for a while #but yeah for small tid bits there was going to be a game the boys played along the way called ‘what would uncle say?’ #because Zuko was always saying shit that didn’t make sense because he was quoting Iroh #and so whenever shit was annoying the boys would say ‘huh I wonder what uncle would say about this?’ #and it would just be stupid shit to make them laugh #but it never happened haha #the eating game took over the light hearted moments #ummmmm #im trying to think I have a lot of notes in my phone too but idk how to organize my thoughts when they are no longer relevant #yeah if you give me a direction I could look lol #nooooo this fic hasn’t consumed me haha #*shuffles through notebooks and documents* #*printed pages of maps and drawings of the prison* #ok im done in the tags #sorry #liab #ria #ITF #ask

[junosmindpalace]

hii! I'd like to request for gen, ryusui, and senku (senku only if it's too much 😅 i didn't see anything for a max amount of characters in the rules, so i apologize if it is) with an s/o that gets dizzy/headaches a lot? like wether it'd be from standing up too quickly or doing a bit too much physical activity, thank you nd have a nice day!

hi anon! thank you for your request! this was entertaining to write as someone who gets dizzy frequently haha (some are more directed for pre stone world, hope thats okay!).

Senku: 

He’s conflicted on how to feel about your frequent dizziness and headaches.

There are times when you catch him off guard complaining about being dizzy, such as when you get up from your seat and waver for a second, having to steady yourself, and he’ll peel his eyes away from his work for a brief second to look up at you in confusion. “You alright?”

When you give him a thumbs up and sigh, his lips turn slightly upward upon realizing you had just stood up too fast. The slightly clumsy walk you make out the door is just a tad bit amusing.

But there are times where he’s genuinely concerned, such as when the pounding in your head is so severe that you can barely move your head. 

When your headaches are especially hard to deal with, he’ll bring you a tall glass of water with some pain relief medicine and try to create as peaceful an atmosphere as he can. 

He’ll tell you to try some massages and show you some pressure points that help lessen the pain.

Buuut for the most part, he knows you can deal with your more minor headaches quite well, and he knows you have a habit of dramatizing how bad they are, which just annoys him.

You’ll groan about how much pain you’re in and he’ll roll his eyes and brush you off, knowing that you’re capable of taking care of yourself but also not wanting to intensify any of the pain. 

Something he can definitely relate to, however, is getting dizzy/headaches over doing any sort of physical activity. 

Though it takes you overexerting yourself to get a headache, HE is weak as a flea, and so give him like fifteen minutes and he’s done. 

Then the both of you are stumbling and trying to ease the raging pain in your heads.

Gen: 

Dude actually gets stressed quite a lot.

It’s really easy for you to amuse yourself by over exaggerating your headache pains because he falls for it so easily.

Once he sees you smirking and suppressing your laughter though, he quickly loses any sympathy he had for you, turning around and walking away which only makes you laugh harder.

But when you aren’t faking, he’s genuinely doing his best to help you out.

As a former magician who probably did tons of dramatic performances with lots of lights and cheering, he definitely has experience with severe headaches.

Like Senku, Gen probably teaches you a bunch of massages and pressure points that are helpful to alleviate the pain.

He’s more than happy to do some form of relaxing meditation with you! Beneficial for the both of you and you get to spend some time together. He especially likes to do this as a form of winding down after doing some physical activity. 

He’ll let you lean your head against his arm or on his shoulder, sometimes he’ll gently move your head into his lap so you’re laying down and does the massages for you.

If you find yourself getting dizzy on hot days while moving around and doing some tasks, Gen’ll invite you to sit beside him under a tree or on a log where he’ll use his overcoat to help shield you from the sun. 

(he smirks proudly when you cuddle close to him when he does so). 

Ryusui: 

A bit more formal with his remedies.

Provides you with a variety of different essential oils (rubs and rollers for when you’re dizzy, a whole DIFFUSER for headaches).

Might suggest acupuncture and would get Francois to do it for you if you were willing to give it a try.

Gets you a ton of vitamin supplements to try to reduce how frequently you get your headaches, but accidentally goes a bit overboard when showing them all to you (you take one or two though.)

Makes you a bunch of different teas and provides lots of water.

When your headaches or dizziness are especially awful, such as after doing some physical activity, he’ll run a rag under hot/cold water and place it on your forehead, moving it around your face and down to your neck after an amount of time.

Also the type to suggest you try yoga or some guided meditation, even going so far as to set up a space for you to do it with a mat, dimmed lights and non-scented candles. 

I mean hey, he grew up living a luxurious lifestyle, there’s a good chance he had assistants that used to treat his headaches this way. 

He’s pretty much grown immune to seasickness, but if you find yourself dizzy or getting headaches while traveling on board the Perseus, he’ll set up a little space for you to relax and does his best to steer clear of any unnecessary obstacles that might make your dizziness worse. 

Overall just really considerate and mindful of how you’re prone to dizziness and headaches.

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[casuallivi]

The Midnight Kiss

from a thoughtful elriel piece, to this silly fest. Me in a nutshell. sorry guys, I could not find a movie reference for this one nailing the date pace killed me, I wanted to be organic, but not boring, but comical, but not too much, and here comes cass/mor screams into the void so here's a pretty pic of breadticks 😬

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 5: Not the girl you are used to

 “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“No.”

“Do you honestly believe you can trick me into saying yes?”

Cassian grinned like an idiot, thumb swiftly skating on his phone keyboard, texting God knows who. “You used to fall for that.”

One would think he wasn’t so interest in the conversation, but Azriel knew his brother, could read the tension on his unstoppable tapping feet, the nervous twirl of the watch on his wrist, the childish attempt to beat him by exhaustion. Azriel ignored him. Cass could try all he wanted, but he was not agreeing to this insanity.

Tablet perched on his knee, he continued to work through a selection of garment choices for the winner of the Revelation Designer Award to choose from.

You see, Azriel didn’t believe in unpredictable events, because that would mean he wasn’t prepared for the “incident” happening, and Azriel was always prepared. In order to be ready, he spent a copious amount of time building back-up plans, which had proven to came in had along the years. His, wasn’t the least stressful way of managing a department, but sure was an efficient one. Needless to say he had nearly to none free time. Cassian, on the other hand, seemed to have a lot to spare, deciding to dedicate a part of his day into trying to annoy Azriel to submission.

Azriel had no interested in satisfying his brother’s current itch. A cunning, blond haired itch, who he also had no intention of getting involved with anymore. That’s why he was using this meaningless reunion - more of a one-on-one with his brother - to look through the strongest candidates’ portfolios, selecting D-Day outfits.

“Come one man, you are not thinking this straight. She’s the hottest model these days, runway elite.” Cassian moved forward, pushing a video of Morrigan in Azriel’s face, braving her latest runway in goddamn lacy red lingerie. Her color. Nope, do not go there. “She’ll be a good addition to our catalog.”

Azriel averted his eyes, crossing a giant ‘X’ in the current dress with a little more strength than necessary, the pen scratching the glass. Nope. He’d not be looking either.

“Hiring her for a sporadic shoot is doable, signing an exclusivity contract is dumb, a waste of money. She’s a runaway model, we’d have to compensate her that, pay her contract breaching, pay her even when she’s not working. You are the money man Cass, you know is not worth it.”

“She’s so fucking hot, tho. Trust me when I say she’ll raise our sales. Who wouldn’t want to see a hot girl getting delivery to their home monthly? Hell, I’d sign our magazine.”

"You don't sign our magazine?"

"Why would I sign our magazine?"

Azriel rubbed his forehead, the familiar pressure of a stress-induced headache making itself know.

That’s why his brother managed the money, not the people. The only people he got involved with, were the ones with an ass he was interested in tapping. And that is why he was pushing Azriel to sign an exclusivity contract with Morringan, as if they were a fucking model agency. Cassian might have the CEO position, but thankfully their grandfather left them the same amount of shares. Over his dead body he’d bring Morrigan closer.

“Marinos isn’t about hotness. We are a fashion magazine, Cass. A collection doesn’t sell itself simply by being clothes, is all about how we display them, the ambience, the models. It’s an art of luring the public into seeing themselves in the pages. We have to be diverse, keep it fresh.

“She is fresh!” Cassian argued, leaving his phone on the small table between them, tapping aggressively on the screen, the video rolling. “Look at her. She approaching that milf zone which makes her extra bangable to horny teens.” He held his hands up, palms flat in the air, making the universal sign of a balance. “They enhance their spank bank; we double our sales. It’s a win-win.”

Azriel slapped his brother’s phone face down, his disdain palpable. How Cass could address to someone, who he claimed to be in a serious relationship with, in such a way, was beyond him.

“You are disgusting. And she doesn’t have kids.”

Cassian laughed. “You don’t need kids to be a milf, baby bro,” he enunciated the words as if Azriel was slow. “You only need to be past a women’s prime, which we all know is in her twenties, and still be freakishly hot. Have you seen Mor? Check and check. We like to pretend they are a hot mom without the burden of a bastard running around.” Cassian winked, taking his phone. “Besides, Mor won’t be working much longer. I counting on you to help me make her retirement transition easier.”

Azriel stiffed on his chair.

Morrigan was doing what?

Bubbling laughter erupted from him, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes. Cassian stared at him as if he was insane. My god, he didn't laugh like this in ages. Morrigan would never retire, she loved her job more than life itself. That girl would probably die in a runway, her stone-cold heart finishing its complete transition into a block of ice.

"Are you having a stroke?" Cassin asked, confused.

“Did she tell you that? Did she say she was retiring?”

“She doesn’t have to tell everything, baby bro. Her man knowns.” Her man thought he leashed the untamable Morrigan. Her man knew shit. “She’s turning 34 soon,” Azriel knew that already, they were the same age, “it’s time.”

"Time for what?"

"For her retirement."

“You are so full of shit. Morrigan won't retire, she loves her job.” It’s the only thing she loves. “She won’t quit. She’ll never quit.”

Cassian slouched on the chair, spreading his legs to assert dominance.

“You are full of opinions about Mor today.”

“We were childhood friends. I believe I can judge her inability to drop her career for a man.”

The brothers have met Morrigan when they first moved to America to live with their grandparents. Their grandma quickly pairing Mor and Azriel in the same classes and extracurricular activities. Cassian was around too, but didn’t had much interest for the younger girl in pigtails running around with his brother. She sure had his attention now, wheater she liked it or not.

“Trust me, Mor is settling down. She has a man now, a provider, no need to tire herself crossing the globe all year long. Don’t give me that face. I’m telling you how man thinks.”

“I am a man.” Azriel stressed.

“You are, aren’t you. For a second there I had my doubts.” Cassian mused, remembering how he caught his brother getting cozy with Elain inside the elevator, their ride from hell…

Cassian scratched his stubble, contemplating the recent changes in Azriel's behavior.

His stoic brother, who could not get along with any women introduced to him, scaring them away with his blunt remarks and cold indifference, had been uncharacteristically catering to the girl who used to eye-fuck Cassian from across the room, giving him sunny smiles and entertaining him with dirty jokes. Now her looks where few and further apart, Elain hiding her snort behind her hand instead of giving him a full belly laughter, avoid responding to his innuendos with something dirtier, as she usually would. An unexplainable queasiness twisted in his stomach.

“Speaking of being a man. You and Lainy,”

"Elain.” Azriel corrected with annoyance. “Her name is Elain, not this ridiculous nasal stretch you do.”

“You and Lainy are close now, huh.” Cassian repeated the nickname to spite him, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the arm rest. “Close enough for you to take her home… mouth fuck under the moonlight...”

“Jesus Christ.” Azriel rubbed his face, wishing to be anywhere but here. “Your vocabulary is superb Cass, keep it up.”

“What? You were the one dry humping the girl in front of everyone.”

“No one was dry humping, your sick fuck. I don’t know what you do in your relationship, but us, normal folks, we can kiss for the sake of it, no hidden agenda.” Azriel was not cut out for the lifestyle his brother led. To kiss and bed anyone without knowing where their mouths and body might have been before? No thank you. Hard pass.

“You seriously dating the girl?” Azriel nodded, once. Cassian snorted. “Bullshit. I never saw you with a single girlfriend.”

Azriel watched his brother, his restless hand. His brow furrowed. Were Cassian and Elain closer than he anticipated? He knew they were friends, but this. This was something else.

“I didn’t see you either, now look at you.” He eyed the shinning gold band on his brother finger. A commitment ring. Ten years and he couldn’t get Mor to even address him as her fucking boyfriend, but one month was apparently enough to date his brother and get a ring stuck in her finger. Her words, not his.

“People will notice.”

“Say it a regular ring. I’ll get you an inconspicuous one.”

“I can’t have a ring constantly stuck in my finger, Az, it will give me tan lines. People will notice.”

“It’s different. I’m chick magnet, didn’t had a girlfriend by choice, fucked plenty of them, tho." His smug was presumptuous. "You, on the other hand, I never saw you with anyone. Why now? Why her?”

Because Elain is capable of shutting my mind down, she rambles so much I can’t hear myself thinking, can’t think about girls I shouldn’t be thinking. Because Elain made a crazy suggestion when I needed a light. Because Elain is the first woman I enjoyed kissing in a long time. Because Elain doesn’t make me hate myself. Because I want to live like a normal man being loved by a normal woman.

Azriel didn’t voiced the answers. None of them were for his brother’s peace of mind. His deal with Elain was private, there was no need to explain the reasons that bound them to Cass.

“You are awfully interested in my girlfriend.”

“Can you blame me? We figured you’d be coming out of the closet any day now. Then puff, you appear with a girlfriend.”

Azriel glared at him.

“I’ve told you, I’m not gay.”

“Well, now I know that. Cousin Rhys will be thrilled to know he won.”

“You and Rhys made a bet on me?" Cassian grinned. "Assholes.”

Hell yeah he bet on him. Azriel had always been a weird kid, full of don’t-touch-me, all worried about wrinkles on his clothes. Plus, the fact that never introduced a single girl to them, never talked about hook up, or dates, or dalliances of any kind was very suspicious. Cassian sat straighter in his chair, an idea occurring to him.

“Wait. Is this one of those fake-dating situations? You and Rhys working together?”

Okay, Azriel had enough. His brother had nothing of important to discuss, and he had a lot of work to do. He collected his things and got up.

“Damn, little Lainy sure is a good actress. I didn’t know she had it in her.”

Azriel flipped his brother on his way out.

.

.

.

“Marino. For two.”

The girl behind the small reception desk checked her system, confirming Azriel’s reservation.

“Follow me, please.”

Elain and Azriel walked behind the petite receptionist as they quietly moved between the tables filled with families, co-workers, friends, couples. Elain looked down to their joined hands. Azriel had taken a hold of hers soon as they were out of the car, Elain stopping dead in her track.

“What are you doing?”

“Building intimacy.”

“Over here.” The girl lead them to a round table by the window.

Tall framed glass from floor to ceiling, gave them a perfect view of the garden where the structure was built around, a magnificent fountain shooting jets in the sky, water lilies floating unbothered. Azriel pulled her chair and Elain sat down, nervous butterflies beat their wings desperately in her stomach, trying to break free. The girl gave them a set of menus, politely explaining that a waitress would take over.

Elain glanced discreetly at the other tables, trying to figure if theirs was the only one without breadsticks or if this place was too fancy to give them free munchables.

“What?” Azriel asked, following her gaze.

“Breadsticks,” she muttered.

She must have given him glutton vibes, because his eyes crinkled with amusement.

“We can order some if you’d like.”

"You a regular?" He shook his head.

"First timer. Didn't seem appropriate to take you to places I know." Did he want to keep her like a dirty little secret? Would you look at that. Elain was opening her mouth when he said, "I don't want us to make memories in soiled land. I rather start fresh, just you and I."

Elain closed her mouth. Oh, that's actually thoughtful. Her ears pinked on the tips, Azriel returning his eyes to the menu, thick black lashes nearly brushing his cheeks. Elain spied his new haircut, the slight fade on the sides making the perfect shape of his ears stand out, the glossy waves on top combed back in a stylish manner.  He looked particularly handsome tonight, reading the menu with the same keen attention he’d give to a report, as if analyzing steak options required a minuntious evaluation of each option presented. Elain got so lost studying him that when the waitress came, she was yet to choose an option.

Azriel made his order with mastery, adding a bottle of wine by the year. Elain was impressed. She generally chose her wine by category; red or white. She fumbled with the menu, grieving at the lack of breadstick or fries. The waitress took pity on her, helping her though the most requested dishes, asking for her preferences in meat, finding her the perfect dish to order.  

When she was gone, Azriel said.

“I booked us a hotel.”

Elain gasped exaggeratedly, wrapping her arms around her chest in a fake show of modesty. “How dare you? I’ve told you I’ll marry a virgin!”

The table beside their, containing what appear to be a squad of girlfriends in a night out, threw them suspicious glances, whispering heatedly amongst themselves. Azriel rolled his eyes.

“For the RD Award.” He reminded her. Elain needed no remind, she knew exactly what he meant, and she had no interest in it right now.

“Noooooo.” she let out a long-suffering whine, making him frown.

“Did you want to do that?”

“Don’t talk to me, I’m in mourning.” She used the napkin in her lap to dab the corners of her eyes, fake hiccups to match her fake tear. “I can’t believe I’m dating a man who talks about work on a night out. Lord, why have you forsaken me!”

A couple of snickers could be heard from the next table. Azriel rubbed his neck to mask his embarrassment, because her taunt was reasonable. He’d done it out of habit, used to interact with Elain in work related matters.

Despite is energetic disposition when it came to fashion, Azriel was an introvert who didn’t have much interest in anything else. In the past decade his life could be resumed in two things: Marinos and her. Azriel didn’t like people, didn’t have many friends, didn’t left his house unless he was working, didn’t travel unless he wanted to see her. After having to spend five days a week interacting with his employees, giving orders, creating back-up plans, correcting mistakes and solving endless problems, Azriel was perfectly fine spending his free time napping, eating home-made food, nursing a glass while a documentary rolled on the tv. It's how he recharged his energy. And for the dating department…

Truth be told, Azriel was a little rusty on the dating department. On the rare dates he agreed to go, he didn’t have to speak much, the women pretty content in talking about themselves, batting their lashes at him, intrigued by his silence, which they interpreted as a bad boy persona. They've read him wrong. Azriel wasn’t a bad boy, he didn’t have spare energy to invest in being one. Most times he was simple exhausted, uninterested, heartbroken, trying to distract himself to not think about her, trying to forget the woman who wasn’t a good parameter for quality time either.

Her name still caused him pain.

Mor.

He avoided using it, addressing her by the full name when necessary.

When he was with her, he was her secret, and he had to remain just that, a secret. Back them Azriel did lots of confidential encounters, last minute trips to where she’d be modeling, booking extravagant hotels for the pleasure of her company, appealing to secluded resorts if he wanted to see her outside a room, because their outings consisted in gathering with her friends, fund raisings and galas. Non-committal events that wouldn't put her in a spot she didn't want, because God forbid they were out, let’s say, enjoying a good meal, and someone spotted them.

“Now is not the time. My sponsors don’t like this kind of public attention. You know how prissy they are.”

“I’ve signed a no-dating clause, Az. I’ve told you that.”

“Please, please take me back. I won’t sign the clauses anymore, I’ll demand freedom in my personal life. I’m famous now, they have to listen to me!”

“Stop pressuring me! You are making me look like a villain. Look at everything I’ve done for you! They could sue me for being with you. Is that what you want? For me to be sue? Shunned from the spotlight?!”

“I’m sorry, Az. I’m really sorry. I don’t want it anymore; I don’t want to be a model if I can’t have you. I love you. You are my life.”

Elain rapped her knuckles gently on the table, giving him a worried look.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked gently.

Azriel sipped his water.

“That you are correct.”

Elain doubted. His expression had turned a little wistful, his shoulders sagging slightly. She decided not to comment on it, taking his lead to move the subject forward.

Azriel watched Elain sat higher in her chair, smugness pouring out of her. “That’s usually the case, but I’m glad you are finally admitting.” Her napkin went back to her lap. "Keep that energy when you wake up in the morning."

Azriel chuckled.

In the past, Azriel had judged Elain an airhead. Her eccentric persona and taste for crude jokes was far to similar to his brother’s, who couldn’t read the room to save his life. Cassian though himself the guru of flirting, but his inappropriate conducts had often rendered complains, Azriel having to arrange anti-harassment lectures to please the chief of HR. Azriel thought Cass would outgrow this childish fascination with making people uncomfortable as he grow older. He thought wrong. Turns out age was nothing but fuel to his shameless brother.

That’s why Azriel was instantly peeved with Elain, who strolled in his life with swaggering confidence and a sharp remark for everything, deeming her a female version of the brother who gave him constant headaches. Azriel was wrong again, but this time he was please to be. Now the paid her more attention, Azriel noticed Elain didn’t carry the same arrogant obliviousness as Cass. She was witty, outspoken, brazen even, having no problem in standing up to herself or what she believed, but she only joked around those closer to her, using her humor to make people at ease, to let them know she cared for them.

Sparkling chocolate eyes smiled at him.

Empathy wasn’t something Azriel was used to. It made him lightheaded.

Elain watched Azriel place one hand on top of the table, palm up, wiggling his long sumptuous fingers at her, the bronzed moisturized skin gleaming under the fluorescent lights. “Have I told you how lovely you look today?”

The word “lovely” coming out of his sinuous lips was enough to have her heart doing cartwheels. Her heart was trump. The useless lump of overly excited muscle had no business trying to beat out of her chest when Elain had put an extra effort in her appearance today. Gone were her everyday jeans and t-shirt, replaced by an elegant sage lily dress, the elastic ruched fabric ending with small ruffles around her knees, her pearl colored flats matching the pearl clips keeping her curls behind her ears, small sparkling dot adorning them.

Elain planted her palm in his. “Are you implying I don’t look lovely on the other days?”

“Would you drop dead if you spent a day of your life without contradicting me?” His voice lacked the usually annoyed undertone, his thumb tracing the path of her knuckles.

“Guess you’ll never find out.”

Elain put her free hand down as he had done, asking for his other hand, mimicking the strokes he gave her. Damn, this man’s hands were smooth as a baby bottom!.. is the rest of him this soft? Her thoughts slipped in a dirty tangent.

“I like your shirt.” The material of his dress shirt stretched comfortably over his chest, draping over his powerful arms, to end carefully folded around his elbows, leaving his forearms bare in a way he rarely did. The last time she had seen him sporting such a casual disposition, he stole her breath away. Literally. Elain licked her lips, her voice lower. “Black looks good on you.”

His lips tugged in the corner. “It is my color.”

“It is," she agreed in a daze

A tranquil atmosphere settled over them.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Mmh.”

“I'm glad I kissed you.”

Now she was full on blushing, her cheeks growing incredibly hot, especially when he lifted her hand to his face and kiss her palm. So, Elain did what she do best to mask embarrassment. She cracked a joke.

“My, my. I didn’t know you had it so bad. Tell me mister, how long have you been in love with me?”

“I’m not.” Azriel kissed her other palm, his gaze so intense she squirmed in her chair. Under the artificial light his eyes were all hazel, the fleeks of green hiding, waiting for the sunlight to unravel. “But I intend to be.”

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[book-place]

Save Your Tears

Warnings: cursing, implied violence, crying, let me know if I missed any :)

Parings: James Potter x reader platonic

Request: Hello!! Congratulations on catching up on your requests! That’s amazing! I’ve loved everything you’ve written and thank you again for doing my previous requests!! Could I get a James Potter x best friend reader with the dialogue prompt 20 and 33? Just something really sweet but angsty and fluffy? Thank you! And it’s alright if you don’t have time 🥰

Requested by: @luminouslywriting

Summary: You weren’t able to defend yourself against them all

A/N: The bolded words are the dialogue prompts

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Many things came with being best friends with James Fleamont Potter.

One of them was headaches. Lots of them. Either from his booming voice during breakfast, or his angry shouts as he watched another team cheat in quidditch.

Another thing that it brought was stress. Stress from the constant fear of him doing something dangerous, the stress for him right before a match, or the amount of stress you got when you would try to force him to do his homework.

But there were also good things that came with being his best friend. Even more of them.

How every day would be a new adventure for you. Whether it be exploring a new secret passage, or sneaking off to Honeydukes in the middle of the night.

Talking about anything you want- anything you were feeling- without the fear of judgment was also a bonus that did not come with some of your other friendships.

Then there were the little things. Him going out of his way to make sure you had eaten, giving you his jumper if you were even slightly chilly, patiently helping you with your homework whenever need be, and even gently brushing your hair for you if you were feeling too tired to do it yourself.

And of course, his undying loyalty, support, and fierce protectiveness that he had for you, just as he had for all his friends.

Obviously the two of you had other friends- mainly Sirius, Remus, and Peter- but you two were clearly closer than all the others. You always had been.

“Oi! L/n!” A voice screeched from behind you, and you couldn’t help but inwardly groan. You really didn’t need this today.

Already, you had overslept and been late to alchemy- the one class you didn’t have with James- and then realized that you didn’t do the homework and had left your wand in your dorm by accident. Needless to say, your teacher wasn’t very happy with you, therefore putting you in a miserable mood.

After a very long class, you were finally on your way to the library, where you promised your friends you would meet them for your free period.

Putting on a brave face, you turned on your heel and gave a mocking smile to Bellatrix Lestrange, “To what do I owe the pleasure, Belly?” You teased, knowing how to get under her skin.

A sneer immediately took over her malicious smirk and she growled- yes, physically growled- a little bit, “Listen here, bitch.” She snapped impatiently, “I for one am sick and tired of you and these so called friends of yours thinking Slytherins are perfect targets for your childish pranks.” The deadly smirk returned, “What do you think, boys?”

For the first time in the encounter, a flicker of fear sparked through your chest as you glanced out the corner of your eye to see Severus, Lucius, and Mulicber all menacingly step out of the shadows with dangerous grins.

Your hand subconsciously flew to your pocket, only to inwardly curse yourself for forgetting it on your bed in your rush to get to class that morning.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind getting out of this situation by using your fists, but there were too many of them.

But if there was one thing that you learned in all those years of being friends with Prongs- besides the quick witted comebacks- it was how to keep your cool in bad situations.

“What are we having a party, or something?” You asked with a grin, smoothly nodding to the newcomers in greeting.

“Or something.” Malfoy smirked, his platinum hair making him look like a muggle disco ball in that lighting.

You were about to say so, but Severus just had to open his big mouth before you could, “Look at her, not so tough without those friends of hers… or her wand.”

You stilled at the last part. How had he known?

But thanks to James, you just kept your smirk, and even leaned against a close by wall, “Aww, Snivey. You should know by now that I don’t need my friends… or my wand.”

He turned red from the nickname. A mixture of anger and embarrassment, no doubt.

“Shut your mouth, bitch.” Mulicber snarled, staring down his nose at you.

You threw your head in his direction and flashed a large grin, “Or what?”

“Or we’re just gonna have to teach you a lesson.” Malfoys smirk was as large as his brain was small.

That was when the second spark of fear flashed through your heart. You had no way to defend yourself, you were down some random corridor during class time, nobody could help you. You couldn’t even help yourself.

You acted as if a yawn escaped from you, and though it was very fake, you hoped it was enough to make the group hesitate. Possibly stall them enough for someone to come wandering down the hallway to help you.

It appeared that your prayers had been answered, plus more, when a set of footsteps echoed down the corridor, and James walked into view.

You had never been happier to see the bloody idiot in your whole life.

His eyebrows immediately furrowed at the sight of all the Slytherins that surrounded you, and your lack of wand, but full confidence that he knew right away to be fake.

“Oi!” He snapped, startling the ever advancing group, “Why don’t you gits pick on someone who could actually fight back at the moment?”

When he pulled out his wand, you could have sworn that the temperature dropped about twenty degrees, and the colors on all their faces turned whiter than snow.

They all took scrambling steps back before running down the hallway, knowing that they had just gotten on the wrong side of James Potter, the one that even Satan feared. The one that was willing to do anything to protect those he loved.

Once they were gone, he immediately shoved his wand back into his pocket and rushed over to you, features softening completely.

“Hey, hey, are you alright?” His voice held such concern that you could have started bawling then and there, but you didn’t.

You just grinned, though it was far less convincing than before, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be, Jay?”

A frown tugged on the corner of his lips and he put a gentle hand on your shoulder, “It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. You know that, right?”

That became too much for you. Your bottom lip trembled for about a second before a full on sob escaped your lips and tears began spilling from your eyes.

“Oh, n/n,” He sighed, quickly pulling you to his chest and rubbing your back up and down, “Sh, sh, it’s okay. Hey, don’t you cry on me. They don’t deserve your tears, okay? I promise you, they don’t.”

You let out a sniffle, nodding against the fabric of his shirt, taking in the comforting and familiar scent of your best friend.

“I promise you, it’s going to be okay.” He said gently, eyes glistening with a dangerous glint that promised trouble for those that hurt you.

My Little Bit of Magic 🧙‍♀️- @your-local-questioning-agender @its-hell

(Ps- honorable mention to @bringinsexybackk69 who has been supporting me so much lately ❤️❤️)

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #marauders x reader platonic #marauders era #marauders #james potter x reader #james potter x reader platonic #marauders x reader #bellatrix lestrange #lucius malfoy

[youregonnagofaar]

happy ending myth; a steve harrington story

ch. 8 snippet

pairing: best friend!eddie munson, close friend!max mayfield, slowburn!steve harrington

a/n: the rest of this chapter is still being edited but it is done. i'm feeling much better from being sick so i've been able to write chapter 9. once i'm done i will send that over to my wife so she can proof read it. thanks for being so patience life got really busy. the moodboard, for the reader, should be finished super soon now that i can look at a computer without a headache.

summary: steve jumps into lover's lake to find the portal and ends up being kidnapped by some unknown force.

word count: 1,177

taglist: @midnghtprentiss @tagakalat @livsters

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out.” Steve’s golden eyes were focused on you as he spoke. You gripped his forearm, and the fear of losing him flooded your brain. “Unless one of you can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for 3 years, then…” He pauses as his eyes begin to scan the boat, he watches each one of you realize that he was right. With a proud smirk, he then looked back at you, his voice oddly soothing for what he was about to do. “It’s gotta be me. No complaints, all right?” You nodded as your hand fell to your side letting out a defeated sigh. Fear crept through your brain as you watched Steve take off his shirt, the moon glistening off his skin making your eyes soften. 

In normal Eddie fashion, he broke the silence. “Hey, I’m not complaining. I do not want to go down there.” As he spoke, he began wrapping the flashlight in a plastic bag. You gave him an annoyed look and in return, he rolled his eyes, so you mouthed the words “Be Nice”.  Shrugging, he gave Steve a toothy grin before handing him the water-protected flashlight. “Good luck.” 

Steve looked at Eddie’s facial expression and raised his eyebrows. “Thanks?” His attention quickly turned to the water and you watched as his facial expressions changed. The look was similar to the careful turn he made with you in the car earlier. You desperately wanted to be back in the car with him, on the way to his house instead of finding some portal to another world. Behind you, Eddie lit a cigarette, something he often did when under stress. Robin took it out of his mouth, making a disgusted noise before throwing it into the water. The act left Eddie bewildered, he attempted to get your attention but quickly realized that your focus was elsewhere.

Before Steve could jump into the frigid water, you placed your fingers around his wrist, his pulse was elevated. Despite the confident act he was pulling, there was still fear hidden behind the facade. In a gentle tone, you spoke his name. 

“Steve.” 

His honey-brown irises met yours. His facial expression softened, leaning forward, he let his face get closer to yours. As this small moment happened, the others gave each other knowing glances. All of them were painfully aware that something was happening between the two of you. “Be careful.” He nodded with a smile on his lips before he turned back to the water. After a deep breath, he jumped in using the force of his legs to swim deeper. 

The few seconds he spent down there felt like hours, you kept your eyes on the murky water waiting to see any sign of him or the flashlight. “Where are we at Wheeler?” Robin broke the silence, her voice was meek and shaky, and her tone made you look up from the water at her with sad eyes. You placed a hand on her bouncing knee trying to provide some comfort, to which she gave you a tight-lipped smile. What Robin was feeling now was understandable, hell, you had just been through the same thing earlier with Eddie. 

“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy responded, her voice had also changed. The amount of dread filling your body made your heart race, it felt as if the whole world was slowing and every muscle in your body became heavy as your mind raced. What would you even do if you lost him like this? You hadn’t told him everything, you hadn’t even kissed him. Would he even like it if you kissed him? You began to pick at your cuticles when suddenly water splashed all over the boat, causing it to rock back and forth. Quickly you turned around to see Steve's upper body as it shot out of the water. As he swam closer, you kept your eye on him, leaning closer to the edge so you could see him better. 

“Oh, Christ!” Eddie exclaimed, his anxiety was getting the best of him. Making any sudden movement or sound terrifying. Once he realized it was Steve, he did his best to calm down. 

“I found it!” Steve yelled out as he swam closer, your face came into view and he noticed your cheeks had become pink. The warmth that rushed through your body, on such a cold night, was obvious and he couldn’t help but smile as he swam closer. When he reached the edge of the boat, his big hands grabbed onto the metal rim. Moving hair out of his eyes, he began to do his best to slow down his breathing. His fingers found where yours were clenching the metal rim, and as his skin touched yours, it felt like you had been placed back on solid ground. As if the world had been placed back on its axis. 

Robin started up the walkie-talkie, her fingers moving faster than her brain as she fumbled the buttons. “Dustin, you are goddam, Einstein,” as she spoke into the walkie-talkie, it felt like the air buzzed from all the excitement coursing through the teens. A fluttering feeling grew in your rib cage the longer Steve looked at you. This was a huge win after everything that had happened, and it was about time that this group had some good news. “Steve found the gate!” 

“It’s pretty wild!” Steve said, pride washing over his face. “It’s more of a snack-sized gate than the mama gate, but still it’s pretty damn big.” He spoke fast and you didn’t really understand what he meant. The excitement, however, didn’t last long. Steve pulled on the side of the boat, his face now panicked as if something was in the water with him. That was the last thing you saw before he was quickly pulled under the water. 

Robin began to scream first and then Eddie followed. Everyone but you was shouting his name, your eyes were focused on the water, trying to find any sign of life. Taking off your flannel, knowing it would hold you down, you threw it at Eddie before standing up. The last thing you heard was Eddie yelling “No!” all high-pitched before diving into the cold dark water. 

There was a quick icy sting to your body as you dove into the water. Despite having no idea what you were looking for, you swam your way deeper into the pitch-black abyss. Nothing was visible under the surface, it was as if you had been swallowed in darkness. With all your might you swam further and further down into Lover’s Lake assuming that Steve had been pulled straight down. It didn’t take long for your eyes to focus on a blurry light of red, taking that as some sign. You pushed your body forward swimming through the mysterious red glow in the ground not knowing what would be on the other side. 

As you swam through the portal your body shot straight into another world.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #happy ending myth series #steve harrington x y/n fluff

[itsdappleagain]

ALRIGHT EVERYBODY LETS GET GUSSIED UP FOR THE LUCKY CAT CAPER!!!!

this is SUCH a solid episode. i love this one as well- the outfits, the slapstick, the action. all really good!! alrighty

today's post title pictures are some of my own, from my trip to san fran a few years back!! I'll share some of my favs- I visited or photographed every major caper location on the trip!!

there's me in chinatown, the golden gate bridge, alcatrez, fisherman's wharf and the pier, and good old karl himself!

alrighty- enough pictures. sorry for the long intro! notes under the cut as always :)

YEAHHH THE FLASHBACK TO CARMEN'S FINAL,,, YEAH. i forgot the episode opened like this tbh. i know everyone and their mother has ALSO pointed out that this scene is bathed in red light so i will AGAIN not beat a dead horse but just yes. color theory <3

i love the tiny little oh shit moment on shadowsan's face. like he hadnt quite realized how good she was

GOD THIS GETS SO BRUTAL he's pawing her around like a cat with a pompom

YEAH THE WAY SHE JUST GETS. DESPERATE AS THE FIGHT GOES

her waking up from the nightmare with that culmination of stress. the timer going off correlating with the phone. still being half in the dream when she talks to player and then realizing when he starts talking to her...

this is such a human moment for carmen i love it so so much. she's failed. she is tired, having nightmares, maybe has a headache. she's making mistakes and she's a little bit out of it, she's stiff from sleeping....she's a PERSON and i LOVE IT SO MUCH

or in much less eloquent terms SLEEBY CARMEN <3333

i love the setup for next episode here. its not overbearing; it doesnt feel like a setup episode but it IS and it hints at shadowsan's true motives almost right off the bat

the sigh and "i don't know" is weirdly smooth animation i love it

that pickpocket is soo smooottthh

also i have to know what carmen was doing in san francisco the night before that a. gave her a headache when she woke up and b. made her so tired that she just dropped her pants on the floor and passed out. because it seems to me like carmen sandiego got drunk and had a great time last night.

also. she has just woken up and is picking an outfit for a NIGHTTIME CHARITY GALA. SHE SLEPT IN SO LATE HEHHSHAHJ their sleep schedules are all so bad

carmen looks great in that shot where she opens the curtains sorry not sorry

carmen's hotel is just outside the transamerica pyramid!

in fact it is quite reasonable to assume that she was staying at the hilton. i have solved the mystery that no one asked me to solve

karl <333

cable cars weren't running when i visited sf </3 i was heartbroken

FREE KARL

i dont know look at her reflection

carmens feet are shaped like shoes and i dont know how to feel about that. why is her heel a heel

this dress was the most spectacular thing they ever put her in and the amount of time she wore it was criminally short

they also should have put her in a white dress shirt more often??? hello??? i see it in the closet??? put her in a fucking suit once in a while....that waitress getup in tsonts was THE SHIT

SHE LOOKS STUNNIIINGGGGGGG IN THAT DRESS

i also love that she's thinking about zack for the car, then player for the stamp. her writing is so good this episode...at the start at least

ten million cents, she chuckles, as if the stamp wouldn't still be worth a hundred thousand dollars

i love how casually she is willing to spend 10 million VILEBucks

i love how they call her the generous lady in red too- like they arent expecting this room to be able to afford a ten million dollar stamp and BID on it

L O O K AT THAT DRESS GOD ITS SO GOOD. THE STRAPLESS THE CHOKER THE ELBOW GLOVES THE CLUTCH PURSE AUGHHH ITS SO GOOD I NEED TO SEE IT MORE

THE CONNECTOR IN THE BACK? THE FANCY COMM EARRINGS? CHEFS KISS

chase and carmen had the exact same smirk when they saw the other in the fog i know it

i love their dynamic actually they are so funny together. egypt in season 4 highlights it so well but also. like here. the teasing the banter chase taking everything way too seriously in comparison to carmen treating him like a joke

its close to the cigarette aesthetic, to be honest, and it does not cause lung cancer. so this tiny flashlight i salute you for being hot

CHASE AND JUST TRYING TO GRAB HER DSJHKJWGD

THE SHOE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AJHKJDFH IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME LAUGH

poor carmen running around barefoot in the fog now

juliump scare

they stick those where in the world/where on earth references in there every opportunity they can with chase <3

julia is so short wheeze

MIP MIP MIP

that is for sure a bun i am not sure how mime bomb's beret made that shape

this episode is just chase getting jumpscared

he shoes mb away like a stray cat wheeze

the signed/mimed description of carmen is so on point i love mime bomb

go shadowsan go. send tigress <333 i love that he knows carmen so well even now that he knows she would enjoy one-upping tigress on this again

the "betrayed us and took a new name" thing from brunt is. carmen is transgender and brunt is the phobic about it i dont know it reads heavily okay

maelstrom and his democracy

FINE FINE SEND WHOMEVER

brunt has the cleaners on telepathic speed dial damn

the absolute muscles of steel mime bomb must have to sit in midair like that holy fuck

vile's lucky cat. meow. cat girl hand

carmen trying to watch subtly and stay hidden. girlie those are your opposite of strongsuits. weaksuits

mime bomb moves so cartoonishly and i love that. yes this is a cartoon. but. he is more of a cartoon

the music timing with carmen's face as she realizes its a shop FULL of lucky cats is so good

ILL TAKE THE TCHOTCHKE

carmen needs to stop saying "or what? you'll (insert bad thing here)" because the person she's saying that too ALWAYS says "yes exactly that"

luck cat store owner voiced by julia's va beloved. deserved better. glad she got cash in the end even if carmen was an aloof little prick about it and didn't even apologize

WE HAVE OTHERS YOU KNOW im so sorry lucky cat shop lady you deserved better

bait and switch

"keep the change" okay you still destroyed a shitload of her beautiful statues and didn't even help her clean it up. didn't apologize or. look at her. but fine

mime bomb. thats it thats the post

see the comical shifty look around is so fucking funnyyy

MIME BOMB COULD NOT BE MORE SUSPICIOUS IF HE TRIED HE'S SO FUNNY

the running in place gag never gets old

HFDJSFGDS

carmen just being half surprised and half impressed that they arrested mime bomb. yeah

also her just standing blatantly on the rooftop and NO ONE notices her wheeze

JULIA LISTING OFF ALL OF HIS MISHAPS IS SO FUNNY

the graffiti just being giant x's and o's dhfjdasg

mime bomb. is skrunkly

chase thats how you get sued you have to list the miranda rights in murica

julia <333 yes. yes yes yes

i gotta know what mime bomb was signing that made chase interpret "an elephant giving you a pedicure while spreading cheese on a baguette on Bastille day"

julia immediately giving a perfect translation. they are so funny

the expressiveness of chase and mime bomb combined makes for some GOLDEN freeze frames

julia shielding her mouth the wrong way. good job girlie. you tried. he can still see everything youre saying though

chase's neck disconnects from his head!

considering chase and julia never showed any form of identification mime bomb could hypothetically press charges for kidnapping

MIME BOMB OFFERING THE FLOWER AND THEN CHUCKING IT WHEN TIGRESS GETS ANNOYED WITH HIM IS JUST. HIS ANIMATION AND CHARACTER ACTING ARE SO GOOD

all of 26 cents buys mime bomb out

i like julia's little lean on the wharf railing. she's usually just sitting or standing up straight its cool to see her do something

this chase scene is so goood

btw unrelated but this girl is my favorite background extra?? they use her in a TON of bg scenes so. pointing her out to you so that you will notice her forever in other scenes

poor chase. his poor coat. his voice is screaming I LOVED THAT COAT from the future

hehheshgdh carmen is so frustrated that it happened AGAIN with tigress and the stupid thing in the pocket wheeze

HES SO HEARTBROKENKDJSDGFDSG

THE LAMP POST TRANSITIONS BETWEEN EVERYONE RUNNING ARE MY FAAAVORITE I LOVE THOSE

SHE JUST DUMPS THAT GUY OUT OF THE CAR LMAOO

zack using a lil racing metaphor!!! because!! yeah!!!!

this chase scene is so fucking good with all the cars GOD the music and driving through san francisco and everything AUGH

what if the car had just hit chase and he went flying

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I AM NOT INVITING YOU ALONG! I CANNOT BE SLOWED DOWN BY "CAUTION WORDS"

chase is so funny he really sets himself up to fail

i feel bad for julia in this one though. you can see the buildup to next episode when she finally yells at him. shes fucking tired of this shit and yes she should be

carmen is your mom when you go 5 miles above the speed limit

she's one to talk, obviously, seeing as one of the first things she ever did in zack and ivy's presence was run a red light, almost cause an accident, and then fly into an open construction pit, ruining the car she stole from them

the concern in carmen's voice as she attempts to get zack to not crash into a building in an attempt to go up the wall

PLS CARMEN JUST GOES FLYING WHEN THEY GO OVER THOSE HILLS

the little sideyes the other two faculty give when shadowsan and brunt are squabbling shdshgfsdgh

i got to bike across the golden gate bridge it was super cool

THE WOMAN BEAMS HERSELF FROM A FOUNTAIN PEN, SHE CAN DO ANYTHING. well its some kind of respect women juice. maybe not the right kind though

the terror in julia's tone after watching chase not look at the road for a solid minute

annnnd there he goes

julia being done with his shit is so funny i love her

go sheena. scaling the whole ass bridge with her fingertips alone

carmen again sacrificing politeness and basic human decency for a quip </3 oh well

i love that cs color theory post thats like. the golden gate bridge is the epicenter of carmen's power and tigress was a fool for challenging her there

wow look its carmen becoming distracted and disadvantaged by valuable objects people throw at her again

not sheena showing carmen where she put the stamp too. nice job tigress

this showdown is pretty cool

carmen is SO efficient about it she just slides and boom its over. AND she steals the phone

she does look pretty awesome holding the stamp with two fingers though. god

STEALING THE PHONE WAS SUCH A POWER MOVE I LOVE THAT

plus she outed him in front off the whole faculty which is only funny if you dont know what happens next lmaoo

stamp of approval. laugh

tigress just sadly sitting there is also very funny

AND JULIA DRAGGING CHASE OUT OF THE WATERNDSDV

HERE WE GO TRANSITION SENTENCEEE

GO GET HIM!!!!!

WOW i can't believe this Saturday is already going to be the season finale. I LOVE the french connections caper so I am VERY excited for the next episode!! hopefully I won't get so far behind this time. to be fair I was doing state testing and presentations and shit but hopefully the worst of that is over.

alrighty- until next time for the chase dies and then carmen dies caper!!

#csweekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego

[ezralovezuuuu]

okay hear me out… (lowercase intended)

it’s the marauders first year and james and peter are childhood friends and both grew up in wealthy families.

sirius was raised in france so his first language is french. he is also dyslexic and doesn’t know how to read because of the neglect he’s received from his parents. they told him that “blacks don’t read childish fantasy books” so he never bothered. he has severe trauma from his parents and has flashbacks quite frequently.

remus is raised in an al boys ophanage where they were not treated well and it was every man for himself. he was never told anything about his family other than they had given him up when he was 5. due to him becoming a werewolf he can’t remember anything before that but often has memories of a warm and sweet woman’s smile.

in the orphanage every child is hurt and has built up anger. there are often fights that break up between the boys. the smaller were bullied by the tougher ones and were often blamed for the things the older boys would do. when remus came in to the orphanage he was small and weak so he was a target for the older boys. he developed anger issues from this and had very low patience.

remus doesn’t tell any of his friends about him being a werewolf until their third year. up until every few days before the full moon he would be very hyper-aware of everything that was happening which often caused his anger to get worse by an extreme amount. this prevented him from being around many people and resulted in him isolating from people for the few days before the full moon. his friends would tell that he was distancing and would try to help by asking if he was alright and what was wrong. this caused him to be even more angry which made it very easy for him to start a fight quicker.

most of the classes that sirius is taking are to help him learn how to read/speak/write in english. he was recently diagnosed with dyslexia and is having trouble understanding what it means. he is unbelievably stressed and is taking tutoring classes after lessons each day so he has no time to just be him. his english is getting extremely better and is able to speak almost fluently.

one day in their second year they are assigned a project over the weekend in DADA which just so happened to be the weekend of the full moon.

sirius has asked james and remus to help him with the project since he was struggling with it and remus was not having a good day.

remus: i can’t right now, sirius. i have a headache and might pass out just by sitting on the sofa.

sirius: oh come onnn moony. you’re the smartest of us all!

remus: seriously pads. not right now.

sirius: fine. *turns to james” okay, james what does this mean? *points to a part of the directions he doesn’t understand*

james: it says that we’re supposed to read, umm *starts looking through his own book bag* oh! this book *plops it down on the desk that makes a loud noise*

remus: MERLIN JAMES. STOP IT.

james: woah mate, sorry i didn’t mean to drop it that hard. *he looks over to sirius who was also caught off guard by remus’ sudden outburst*

sirius: yea rem, he was just trying to help me.

remus: okay okay sorry, just carry on. *he’s massaging his temples to try to soothe his headache while shooing them back to their work with the other hand*

james: okay siri, so it’s saying that you need to read chapters 1-4 this week and write a summary of what you thought the message was.

sirius: summary? what’s a summary? *sirius looks confused and tries to read the paper to understand*

james: oh uh, summary… it’s like you’re wrapping up the whole story and writing what you the main point was.

sirius: sorry james, i don’t understand.

james: no! it’s completely fine! umm, here let’s ask pete.

they go and try to find peter for help but they couldn’t find him and it was five minutes from curfew.

james: *walking back into the common room* we’re just going to have to ask remus to explain it to you. okay?

sirius nods and they go up to their dorm to see remus moved up there when they were out looking for peter.

james: hey remus, mate? could you explain what summary means to siri? he doesn’t understand my explanation and we can’t find pete.

remus: OH MY GOD SIRIUS WHY DO YOU NOT KNOW ANYTHING?!?!

they all freeze as remus yells at sirius. remus immediately regrets yelling and james is just too shocked to speak. sirius just looks down and starts breathing heavily while nodding.

sirius: i- im- im sor- ry- im sorry

he’s hyperventilating and starting to cry as he runs out the door of their dorm while james follows after him.

and remus knows he fucked up.

#marauders #marauders era #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #hogwarts #angst #anger issues #dyslexia #harry potter #wolfstar #wolfstar angst

[i-smoke-chapstick]

I was running around hobby lobby with my older sister and let’s just say, I give her heart attacks and headaches. Literally I’m running around the store going “Oohh wants that?” Or “omg I need to get this” (I only have 20$) and I’d like to imagine jervis going full on parent (panic) mode while following reader around a store or in this scenario, hobby lobby. Basically fits the Alice persona with being distracted easily and running around the place and him just like “Darling wait for me-“, “where did you run off to now?!” or “We can’t buy that, it won’t fit in the car-“ etc. omg the stress he’d be under while also still letting reader buy it because why the hell not.

YESS!!! THIS!!!

I think about shopping with my f/os CONSTANTLY.

Jervis 100% has never had to pay for anything in his LIFE. Hes offering to hypnotize anyone for you. He doesn’t care about your 20$, he will FIND A WAY to hypnotize the cashier into giving you what you want for free, AND the money from the register!!!!

Also reader just being all excited to shop, jer is TRYING to keep up. He is definitely under copius amounts of stress. But, he doesn’t mind shopping with his Alice, It just depends on what stores your going to!

For instance, he will happily go window shopping! Any pretty dresses, china cups, snow globes…he will gladly buy you. He loves going antique shopping. Its a small store, so he can’t lose you! Not to mention, its more his aesthetic.

But grocery store shopping? god forbid, a COSTCO?? a WALMART.. HOBBY LOBBY?? the biggest convience stores you can imagine in Gotham?? Oh dear, he is certainly panicking. WHERE DID HIS LITTLE RABBIT GO??? Hes sweating, hes tweaking out, hes hypnotizing every store clerk if they saw a woman matching your description ; jervis…you can just ask them.

Turns out you just got trapped giggling around the numerous toy aisles. Or just went to the bathroom. Wherever you were, when he finds you, hes VERY relieved and very astounded. Let him catch his breath.

You…might be hypnotized to stay away from stores in the future. Or better yet? Hypnotized to stay with him at home for a week. He’ll get some poor sap to fetch you your supplies instead…the two of you can cuddle ;)

[kareenvorbarra]

ever since @seagodofmagic mentioned it to me, i've been thinking about the fact that Melheret almost certainly knows that Laela was involved in Kamet's escape

Eugenides definitely says Laela's name out loud in the throne room scene at the end of Thick as Thieves, in front of a roomful of Attolian courtiers and guards:

“My ambassador in the empire, Ornon, arranged for Laela to meet you in the passage and misdirect you. We didn’t tell Costis.”

we also know that Melheret isn't present when he says it, because Kamet runs into him immediately afterward, walking in the opposite direction:

I was walking up one of the wide marble staircases, still in the ceremonial part of the palace, trying to adjust to the idea of being an honored guest with attendants—who were attending me—when I saw the Mede ambassador. Melheret arrived at the top of the stairs and began to descend while I paused, one foot up and one down, and when Melheret bowed, I bowed back, a lopsided, wobbling attempt at courtesy.

at least Gen didn't blow Laela's cover while Melheret was literally in the room, which is something! and i suppose her name means very little to anyone who heard it besides Kamet and Costis. but i find it very hard to believe that Laela's name didn't circulate around the palace after the king said it in front of a crowd, and that it wouldn't reach Melheret eventually. and even if Melheret probably doesn't know who Laela is, he could put together that she's a member of Nahuseresh's household, and would probably assume that Nahuseresh would want to know what she did.

i'm guessing Kamet makes the same assumption i did, because when Gen tells him weeks later that Laela and the girls have been purchased by an Attolian agent, he seems pretty sure that Nahuseresh would have caught her eventually:

I had worried over Laela’s fate, fearing for the harm that would come to her when my master learned how he had been betrayed.

since Laela does get away from Nahuseresh and survives for some undetermined amount of time after the end of the series, Nahuseresh obviously doesn't learn of her involvement until after he sells her, and he also doesn't successfully carry out any revenge against her. i suspect it's similar to the situation with Kamet; after his disgrace, Nahuseresh just doesn't have the resources to pursue personal revenge against his former slaves. but it's stressful to think about how close the timing might have been, especially given that (imo) "Envoy" implies that Melheret managed to have some successful communication with the empire before the sinking of the Mede fleet:

The imperial fleet should have been moved, no matter how adamantly the emperor’s nephew had insisted that his slave could not know its location. Melheret had said as much, as delicately as he could, knowing he risked offending people far more powerful than he was. Ignorant, narrow-minded counselors had disagreed, arguing that the allied navy was too small to be a threat, and the Emperor was nearing the end of any need for secrecy. Melheret had been right, and they had been wrong, and that was far more dangerous to Melheret than the reverse.

all of this suggests that Laela and the girls got out of Nahuseresh's house well before the sinking of the fleet, since Melheret would have had to have time to exchange some messages with the capital before the fleet sank, and Laela had to be out of the palace by then. probably it will end up creating another timeline headache for me while i try to plan the end of WWAA, but in the meantime it's fun to imagine Nahuseresh learning that Laela betrayed him just when it's too late for him to do anything about it.

#laela #kamet #nahuseresh #melheret #queen's thief #thinking about laela being caught is extremely upsetting tho #i can only think that nahuseresh would have her tortured and killed! no wonder kamet is afraid #even if (as he admits) he hasn't quite been able to forgive her yet

[jamespotterthefirst]

Two Hearts in One Home

Book: Open Heart, book 3

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Word count: 550 

Warning: None

Prompt:  #23. “It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

Premise: After a long day at work, Ethan is still not used to being put first. 

A/N: Thank you @quixoticdreamer16​ for sending me this prompt! 

For once, Ethan had no complaints about the dim glow of his building's hallway lights. In fact, he was sure anything brighter would only worsen the headache hacking away at his temples. He stopped at his door and with a deep breath, he attempted to leave a difficult and hectic day behind.

Not two seconds after opening the door, he was greeted with a pleasant waft of floral perfume, a delighted smile, and delicate arms encircling his neck. He matched her smile easily, his free hand resting at the small of her back. Before either of them could say a word, they kissed, a tender yet enthusiastic way of greeting each other.

“Hi,” she murmured, her smile a jubilant bubble that drew him in.

“Hi,” he returned with a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, relishing his affection. Then, with an endearing business-like air, she detached herself from him. Without pause for any complaints from him, she gently pried his briefcase from his hand and stored it in a nearby drawer.

“No more work for today.”

Ethan thought about protesting given the amount of pending work he should complete for the week, but his girlfriend's determined little glare stopped him.

“You're cute when you look at me like that.”

“Stop trying to sweet talk your way into the home office. It's not going to happen, Ramsey.”

He chuckled.

“I'm serious. I took care of cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and getting all the groceries. Your only job now is to relax.”

“That's sweet but you shouldn't have spent your day off doing everything. I could've helped.”

His beautiful girlfriend, basked in the twinkling city lights spilling from the window, only shrugged. “You've been stressed lately so I wanted to take care of everything here for you.”

Ethan was momentarily lost for words. Being prioritized and looked after by someone else was still a foreign feeling to him. It made him feel weightless and overcome with something powerful—something powerful that pulled him toward the beautiful woman before him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, growing alarmed.

Throat tight, Ethan reassured her with a single nod.

“It’s hard to get used to…”

“What is?”

“Being someone that someone cares for…”

Understanding slowly dawned on her face, paired with a sad little smile. Very lovingly, she brought her hand to his cheek, sweeping her thumb along his cheekbone. She raised herself on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“You deserve it, baby,” she murmured. “This and much more.”

The entirety of the English language seemed insufficient to properly verbalize just how much he loved her.

“I also made you dinner,” she told him, completely unaware.

“You did?”

“Steak with roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes. I even made sure yours is medium. No meat thermometer—just like you taught me.”

“I'm impressed, Rookie.”

“Medium,” she recited diligently, tapping two fingers to her chin. “Medium well.” Her fingers moved to the tip of her nose. “Well done.” She touched her forehead.

Ethan, for his part, rolled his eyes. “I didn't teach you that. You learned that from the other Ramsay.”

Lilac laughed, leading the way to the kitchen. “Well, you have Nigella and I have Gordon Ramsay. We're even.”

“You're obsessed with Ramsay himself. I watch Nigella for her innovative recipes and cooking techniques—”

“You watch her for two very different reasons.”

Despite himself, he laughed, squeezing her hand in his and feeling the pressure of a difficult day melt away.

Note: Ethan caught in 4K lol

Thanks for reading!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices