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to00ch · 5 years ago

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May I have a headcanon of the dorm leaders reacting to a male mc who told them about his past surgery that removed his lung due to his health issues. It happened after the dorm leaders noticed he's always out of breath during physical activities.

Hi anon yess i’ll try my best to do this gdhshs sorry if its not what you meant aaaa (´；ω；`)

Riddle rosehearts

he clenches his fists and scolds MC “you should’ve told us earlier >:(“

we’ve seen how he is when handling a sick friend

Worry wart, he immediately goes to find articles and journals on your condition so he can help you in any way

Always makes sure you don’t push yourself but tries to keep it as subtle as possible so you dont feel too uncomfortable

“Hey if you need me to slow down, just tell me okay? Don’t overdo it”

MC is like??? Riddle its okay I’m fine???

Post PE riddle will keep an eye on MC in case anything were to happen

Leona Kingscholar

yawns when you were telling him bout your condition but its not cause he’s bored, its cause hes sleepy!!

Tries not to care but couldn’t help himself from thinking bout it in his room

“He can’t use magic and now he’s pretty sick? Talk about bad luck man”

Asks ruggie if he can do anything bout it to which ruggie teases him for caring bout someone

Actually would go to PE cause he’s worried in case anything happens and he does things in a slow pace so he could still keep an eye on you

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just lazy to put any effort in doing this thats why im at this pace”

Azul Ashengrotto

Has a “ah I see” look on his face

“Well if you want me to do something bout it I can, obviously for a price”

MC says can’t expect genuinely nice things from stingy tako huh

Secretly he’d ask his servants to keep an eye on you or else he’d extend their servings

Floyd and Jade pretty much become MC’s bodyguard (or babysitter whichever floats the boat)

“If you need any medication tell me, but you’ll have to pay me back”

No thanks stingy tako but gets shoved w necessary medications anyway

Kalim Al-Asim

“WH A T???? NoOOOO :(((“

Himb becomes the light of the situation and tells mc that he’d piggyback mc during PE

MC says i’ll end up piggybacking you, Kalim

Also offers to buy you an animal so you can ride it all the time

Jamil says no idiot that’s not allowed

Kalim is the biggest sweetheart there so he’ll constantly pamper mc to which mc tells him to stop cause its overwhelming and he’s okay as long as he doesn’t overdo it

“Okay! But if you ever need anything just say the word, I’ll become your genie”

Vil Schoenheit

“Goodness me! Dear, please make sure you get well rested”

I guess he’d nag mc a lot if he ever overdo himself

“Please prioritise your health, its part of your presentation too, are you aware of that?”

Cares a lot and showcases it by nagging, hes a mom

Idia Shroud

“F in the chat mc”

Persuades you to stay w him in dorms and not go to outdoor classes cause he Hates them

“You see this is why you shouldn’t go out”

Mc says idia that’s not a valid reason i can still manage myse-

“But what if you collapse? What if there’s suddenly so many people you become uncomfortable and overwhelmed and-“ he goes on non-stop

But if you manage to drag him out he will make an effort to actually do sports with you as much as he Hates it, but cause its mc and he cares bout him so he’d do it as much as he’d do something for ortho

Malleus Draconia

he’s not there when you told the dorm leaders

Mc says malleus remember when I told you bout my lung condition?

“Lung condition? When did you ever-“

Ah— you weren’t there sorry i forgot

Malleus sulks a lil while but upon finding out he orders faes and mythical beings to care for mc and look out for mc whenever he’s not around.

If mc gets stuck on a hospital bed again he’ll use magic to entertain mc

“Even if I can’t be there all the time or my presence is forever too strong for people to casually invite me, I’d still be there for you invited or not”

Mc says malleus that’s pretty sweet bro

#twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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fluffyllamas-23 · 7 years ago

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The Graduation Ceremony (OC’s Mason and Chase)

At the very top of the list of things that Mason wishes would happen, waking up sick was not on it. It’s not so bad at first - his head throbs and his throat is unbelievably raw and scratchy, but it’s still mild enough that he can ignore it.

He’s desperate for it not to get any worse than this. Not just because being sick is the worst, but because it’s three days until Chase graduates from his Master’s program, and there’s absolutely no way Mason is going to miss it.

Come hell or high water, he’ll be there.

Chase’s family isn’t coming, something they didn’t tell him until last week. It’s not that surprising, really, because they��re the worst people Mason had ever met, but it still stings, and he can tell Chase is more disappointed than he’s letting on.

So, Mason has to be there. He’s been downing orange juice and airborne and just about every other immune boosting supplement he can think of in the hopes that he’ll be able to ward whatever this is off.

Chase walks through the door late Thursday night, exhaustion clinging heavily to his bones and muscles. He’s pulled one too many late nights this week, desperately trying to get all of his papers done. He finally finished the last one and is officially done with the masters’ program - something he never thought he would be able to say.

He coughs into his fist, the sound is low, grating and scratchy, and he feels awful enough that the idea of sleeping on the floor almost wins out over walking the extra ten feet to the bedroom.

“Chase?” Mason mumbles sleepily, walking out of the bedroom.

His hair is a mess - matted on one side, sticking up in every possible direction on the other. His cheeks are flushed pink from sleep and the warmth of the blankets, and all he wants to do is go back to bed.

However, the idea of seeing Chase for the first time in nearly a week wins out over his overwhelming desire for bed.

“Hey,” Chase croaks, sending him a weak smile, “I’m finished.”

Mason’s eyes light up, “for good?”

“Uh-huh...turned in my last paper half an hour ago.”

“Ohmigod congratulations, I’m so proud of you,” he grins, crossing the distance between them to pull him into a hug, “oh, I’m so proud of you.”

“It was an awful paper...the worst I’ve ever written,” he groans, dropping his forehead down to rest against Mason’s shoulder.

“Who cares? You’re done, that’s all that matters.”

Chase opens his mouth to say something, but instead twists away from Mason to cough into the crook of his elbow.

Mason grimaces, “that doesn’t sound good...feeling alright?”

Chase shakes his head, rubbing at his eyes as he sniffles, “not really.”

“Oh, honey,” Mason frowns, reaching out to palm his forehead. He inhales sharply at the steady, rolling heat that meets his hand, “yeah, you’re definitely feverish. Go lie down, I’ll be in in a second with some medicine.”

Chase isn’t entirely sure if he’s actually sick or if he feels this aggressively awful because he’s so sleep deprived. Either way, their bed has never been this comfortable in the entire three and a half years that they’ve owned it.

“Hey,” Mason mumbles, walking into their room.

“Mmm,” Chase hums, already more than half-asleep.

“Don’t sleep yet. I have medicine,” he says, putting a hand on Chase’s back. “Do you want to change? I know you’re tired, but I don’t think jeans are that comfortable to sleep in.”

“M’gettin’ up,” he mumbles, but makes no indication that he’s planning on moving.

“You need some help?” Mason asks softly, trying not to laugh at his poor, sick and exhausted boyfriend.

“No...no m’good.”

“You haven’t moved.”

“...Well, fuck.”

Mason laughs lightly and rifles through the drawers. He grabs Chase a pair of sweats and tosses them at him.

“You good to get dressed, or do you need some help?”

“I can do it,” Chase grumbles.

Mason sniffles lightly, scrubbing at his nose with his knuckles. He can feel the congestion beginning to set in and his eyes are throbbing with it.

Chase sits up, wincing at the achiness that had settled itself in his bones. His movements are slow and uncoordinated, like he’s having trouble shaking the fever haze.

It takes him a good five minutes just to change into the sweats and by the time he’s under the blankets, he’s completely sapped of all remaining energy (though, he doesn’t have much to begin with).

Mason feels much worse the next morning, which probably has to do with how frequently Chase’s coughing woke him up throughout the night.

Chase finally falls asleep around seven, after calling out of work, a lot of cough medicine and a lot of tired, half-assed back rubs from Mason.

Despite how absolutely exhausted Mason is, he can’t bring himself to fall back asleep. He’s too stressed - Chase’s graduation party is supposed to be tomorrow after the ceremony, but if Chase is still this sick, Mason isn’t sure how it’s going to work.

Mason’s sister is supposed to come over later to help him start getting everything ready for the party, but he’s tempted to text her not to come over so that he can get some sleep. He waits too long, though, drifting in and out of sleep for the next couple of hours until he hears the front door open and close.

“Mason, if you’re still sleeping, I’m going to kick your ass,” he hears Kelsie call out from their kitchen.

Chase groans into the pillow, and starts to stir, “wha-”

“Shhh,” Mason soothes, putting a hand on his back and rubs Chase’s back when he hears him start to cough, “go back to sleep. It’s just mby sister.”

“Why’s she here?” He croaks, voice completely shredded from all the coughing.

“Your party...which...speaki’gg of, are you goi’gg to be okay by thend? We cand always postponde it for ndext week whend you’re feeli’gg better.”

Mason grimaces at how congested he sounds. It’s fully settled into his sinuses by this point, and his eyes throb with it. Luckily, Chase doesn’t seem to notice - or, at least he doesn’t comment on it. He also doesn’t comment on the four sneezes that punctuated his last statement.

“Don’t cancel the party,” Chase mumbles, “I’ve been waiting for it for too long for you to cancel it.”

“Okay,” Mason says, though he almost wishes Chase wanted it postponed.

The graduation is tomorrow, and while Chase may very well make a full recovery by then (Mason is fully planning on drugging him to the high heavens until his ceremony), Mason knows he definitely will not be better by the ceremony.

“Masoooooonnnnnn!” Kelsie whines, “where are you?”

Mason struggles out of bed when he hears her knocking on their bedroom door.

“Shut up, Kelsie,” he grumbles, shutting the door behind him.

“Fuck, dude. You look like actual hell,” she winces, “I was just about to give you shit for being asleep at noon, but it looks like you could use twelve more hours.”

He sniffles, turning away from her to let out a scratchy, congested sneeze, “cand we just get this over with?”

“Seriously, Mase,” she frowns, pressing a hand to his forehead, “are you alright?”

“I’mb, uh...I kind of feel like shit.”

“I can tell. You look it.”

“Love you too, Kelse,” he grumbles.

“Make Chase bring you home tea and soup or something.”

“He’s sick, too.”

“Oh, fuck. Is he going to be okay for the ceremony?”

“I hope so.”

“Go back to bed, tell him you’re sick.”

“Ndo. Chase cand’t kndow undtil after the party. He’s goi'gg to worry and I dond’t wandt himb to worry…especially ndot whend he’s sick.”

“That’s an awful idea, you know that, right?”

“It’s finde.”

Mason spends the day alternating between checking on Chase and bringing him whatever he needs, and setting up for the party. He’s loaded himself up on so many cold meds that he feels a bit like he’s floating, and he’s definitely just running on autopilot at this point.

By the time he collapses into bed, he’s ready to sleep for a year.

“What time is it?” Chase asks, sounding much more awake and alert than he had earlier.

“Uh...nine, or something...how’re you feeling?”

“A lot better,” he mumbles.

“Y’sound better.”

“I think I needed a day to sleep,” he mumbles, coughing into the blankets.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Mason yawns, “your cough sounds better...I’m surprised it didn’t get worse because of the...um...the-uh...shit, what’s the word?”

“...Asthma?”

“Yeah, that.”

“You okay?”

“Tired,” Mason mumbles.

“Mason,” Chase says, shaking him awake.

It’s almost noon, half an hour before they need to leave for his ceremony. Chase had been hoping to get breakfast with him, but Mason had seemed so tired and worn out last night that he wanted to let him sleep for as long as possible.

“Go ‘way,” he mumbles, voice thick with congestion.

“Oh,” Chase winces, “oh, honey….you sound awful.”

“I’mb finde,” he croaks, “I’mb just...tired. Havend’t wokend up yet.”

“You have a fever,” Chase frowns, hand pressed to Mason’s cheek.

“Ndo...ndo, s’just a litle one...mb’finde.”

“I think...we should skip the ceremony,” Chase says, trying not to let the disappointment seep into his voice.

“Ndo...dond’t...I’mb finde.”

“Mase-”

“Ndo. You’ve worked too hard to ndot go to the cerembody.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he lies, “I didn’t even want to walk.”

“That’s bullshit and you kndow it. You love traditiond...your kids decorated your cap...you’re so excited for this. I’mb ndot goi’gg to mbake you stay hombe with mbe because I have the sndiffles.”

“You sound like shit,” he says flatly.

“I sound worse thand I feel,” he lies.

“I don’t know...if you’re so adamant that I go to the ceremony, how about you just stay here and sleep, and-”

“-dond’t you dare findish that sendtence. There’s ndo way I’mb mbissi’gg this.”

Chase sighs, “Mason, come on. You look miserable.”

“Just drop it. I’ll be finde for a couple of hours.”

“Okay, fine. I’m driving us, though...and loading you up on a shit ton of DayQuil.”

“Finde by mbe,” he murmurs.

The medicine does nothing but make him sound less stuffy. Chase wants to tell him just to stay home because he looks bleary and exhausted and sick, and Chase hates it.

Instead, Chase drives them both to campus, walks him to where the seating area is, kisses his cheek, and then walks to the graduate check in.

Mason manages to find where Sean and Lucy had gotten seats, despite how unsteady he feels, and then pours himself into the chair next to Sean.

“Shit, Mase. Why are you here? You should be in bed, you look awful,” Sean winces.

“Fuck you, too,” Mason croaks, flipping him off weakly.

“He’s right,” Lucy frowns, “Kelsie is going to kill you when she gets here.”

“Good,” he mutters, holding his head in his hands, “I hope she does.”

They lapse into silence - or rather, he lapses into silence, and Sean and Lucy talk amongst themselves. He feels awful, truly horrendous, and he regrets telling Chase that he’s fine enough to be here.

He’s not, he’s really, really not. His entire body throbs with an intensity that nearly brings him to tears, and though he does want to cry, he’s so stuffed up that crying will just make it worse. His head aches, specifically in his sinuses and behind his eyes (which feel so swollen, he just wants to close them).

Exhaustion clings to every limb, and he feels much heavier than he would like.

“Mason, what the fuck,” Kelsie hisses, sliding into the seat next to Lucy, “I know you’re a moron, but I didn’t think that you were this dumb.”

“Shut up,” he snaps, “leave me alone, I feel awful.”

Kelsie sighs, “I know...hey, how about one of us drives you home? Chase will understand.”

“No...m’gonna jus’stick it out. S’fine.”

“Are you-”

“Yes.”

“S’too hot...why’s it s’hot?” Mason slurs, tugging on the collar of his shirt. It’s only an hour into the ceremony, and Mason feels like death warmed over - hot and dizzy and lightheaded all at once.

“Mason?” Sean frowns.

“I don’t...s’hot.”

The entire world is spinning, his vision is coming in flashes now, and he’s too fucking tired to deal with any of this. Everything hurts - quite possibly even more than it did when he got there - and he just wants to go home.

“Mason? Mason, hey, look at me,” Sean says, “oh, fuck, he’s burning.”

Mason slumps against him, half conscious as he mumbles something incoherent, and Sean looks at Lucy and Kelsie in horror.

“He needs a hospital,” Kelsie urges, standing up, “get him to the car, I’ll text Chase.”

Sean and Lucy get him on his feet, and Sean half drags, half carries Mason out of the row.

“Dude, you need to wake up.”

“What’re you talki’gg about?” Mason mumbles weakly, head lolling forward as his knees buckle. Sean catches him before he can hit the ground, and

“He’s not sweating, Sean,” Lucy says quietly, pressing the back of her hand to his cheek, “it’s one hundred and eight degrees out, he should be sweating.”

“Oh, shit. What do we do? I don’t know what to do! He’s dying! My best friend is dying!”

“Oh my god, I forgot you’re the actual worst in emergencies. There’s a hospital like five minutes from here, get him to the fucking car and turn on the AC,” Lucy hisses, nudging him towards the exit. “Mason, I need you to work with us a little bit, you need to walk.”

“Huh?” He asks after a few seconds.

“Can you walk? You need to walk,” Kelsie says, catching up to them as she glances at her phone, “oh shit, Chase is panicking. Uh, he’ll be here in a sec-oh wait.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I told him he should have stayed home,” Chase hisses, running up to them. He gets on Mason’s other side, draping his arm over his shoulders, “Mason, you fucking moron.”

Everything is a blur - Mason isn’t even sure what way is up at this point. He tries to walk, because he thinks that might be what everyone is telling him to do, but his mouth feels like it’s been filled with cotton, and his ears are ringing as black dots cloud his vision. The pounding in his head increases to a heavy throbbing, and he suddenly can’t figure out how to move his legs.

“Mason?” Chase asks anxiously when Mason finally opens his eyes later that night.

He stares up at the ceiling blankly. He feels too tired, too much like he’s been dragged through hell and back to focus on anything else around him.

He manages to turn his head, which takes entirely too much effort and is tiring enough to make him fall back asleep.

When he wakes next, he still feels like he’s been hit by a freight train, but he feels significantly less sluggish. The steady beeping of the heart monitor almost lulls him back to sleep, but Chase is asleep on his arm, which is making his fingers tingle.

“Chase?” Mason croaks. His throat is so dry it hurts, and sends him into a coughing fit that’s intense enough to make tears spring to his eyes.

Chase is awake in an instant, pressing a glass of water into his palm, “drink.”

“Ugh...what...what happe’d?” Mason asks once the fit tapers off and he can finally drink something.

“You got fucking heatstroke because you sat in the hundred and whatever degree heat with a fucking fever you fucking moron, and then you were severely dehydrated because you didn’t drink any fucking water.”

Mason winces, “you sou’d mad.”

“You’re damn right I’m mad,” Chase hisses, “I don’t care about a ceremony nearly as much as I care about you. And how dare you think that I would put something dumb like this over your health and wellbeing? You have the fucking flu and a sinus infection.”

“I’b sorry,” Mason whimpers, choking back a sob.

Chase’s face softens, and he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized that he was holding, “no...I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m just worried. I know you only went because you knew it was important to me, and I love you for that, but, honey, I need to know when you’re not feeling well...do you know how scary this whole thing was? Because I don’t think you do.”

“I’b s-sorry-” he pulls the blankets up over his face and lets out a trio of shuddery sneezes.

“Bless you.”

“What ti’be is it?” Mason asks, eyes drooping shut.

“Almost nine.”

Mason’s eyes fly open, and he tries to sit up, “what?! Your party!”

“Mason, relax,” Chase says, putting his hands on his shoulders and pushing him back down gently, “sweetheart, you’re in the hospital...Sean and Lucy and Kelsie called everyone. We’re just going to put it off a couple of weeks.”

“But...you’ve bee’d looki’gg forward to it,” he sniffles, eyes filling with tears.

“It’s still happening, just not tonight, and that’s okay. I’m honestly kind of tired...and still don’t feel great.”

“Oh...are you alright?”

Chase laughs, but he sounds more exasperated than anything else, “let me just...get something straight here.”

“U’b...okay.”

“You had a one hundred and five degree fever - you still have a fever, by the way, one hundred and two point seven. You passed out, you had heat stroke...you have the flu and a sinus infection, you’re in the hospital, you’re still dehydrated, and you’re asking me if I’m alright? Mase, I’m fine, you’re not allowed to worry about me at all. You’re not allowed to ask me how I’m feeling, because the answer is going to be the same - I’m fine and you’re not.”

“It was just a questio’d, shit, dude.”

Chase chuckles, “just go to sleep.”

“I wa’dt to go ho’be.”

“I know. They want to keep you overnight for observation.”

“Okay...hey, Chase?”

“Yeah?”

“I’b really sorry...I just...your fa’bily is so awful...I ‘dew that this was i’bportad’t to you a’d I wa’dted to ‘bake it special.”

“I know...I know you did, and I really do appreciate it. Just get some sleep.”

Mason nods, “‘kay...love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#OCs #Mason and Chase #in which mason has a Bad Time (TM)#flu #sinus infection #heat stroke #It's two am and i'm tired so idk how this is lmao #I actually like this???#i haven't been able to say that in a really long time omg

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