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Sorry if you've already answered this before but what hairstyles do the gang have?
I've mentioned it off hand I think, but never in detail! Behold, a moodboard for each (the colored pics are the shade of the hair):
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Bella has waist length auburn curls. Her hair is what I'd call "genuinely" curly, meaning she doesn't have to spend time activating or perfectly drying to have a very defined curl pattern BUT, of course like any curly girl she spends a fuck ton of time washing, drying, styling.
Luke has the "Sh4wn M3ndes Pretty Boy" hair. Lose waves, chocolate brown, shorter on the back longer on the front but overall the same shape, lots of volume.
Raven black and true curls. Longer, sometimes at his jaw, sometimes at his shoulders, mostly just a mane of dark hair. It's very distinctive.
The effortless "cool girl" blunt wavy bob. It's medium brown, thin and wavy, the type of hair she can get up and go. Bella gets genuinely upset over how easy Wendy's hair is to style. Vince steals her hair products and scrunchies.
Shaved sides afro, with a mop of tight coils on top. His hair is dark brown, but not black like Vin's. The shaved sides are very neat and Jonah keeps it close to the ear, without invading sideburns space. Sometimes when life picks up he'll let the shaved side grow back in a bit, but Leo likes it shaved so... Happy boyfriend, happy life.
DISNEY PRINCE HAIR. Floppy golden blonde hair, that does the little swoop on the front, shorter back. A neater and shorter version of Luke's hair. In Leo's case, VERY golden blond. He stands out when they're in a group, since he's the only one with light hair (Bell's is ginger, but dark).
Max is a real real blonde, meaning his scalp is always red lmao. He has an undercut, with chin length hair. It's sunkissed in several parts, with almost icy strands. His beard is a little auburn and makes his chin look more pointy than it is. He has both ears pierced, but at the moment doesn't wear any earrings. His hair is almost always up in a man bun. A full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, going from shoulder to knuckles. No lips. Perpetual frown.
Chris is the vampire looking guy of the gang. Alabaster skin, with raven black hair, green eyes that are very light but with a circle of yellow near the pupils and low set brows. He's objectively handsome, but also has one of the worst cases of resting bitch face of all my OCs. He's 182 (5'11ft) and he's very lean, athletic but not gym built. His hair is short, a little longer on the bang area, very similar to how Leo's is when he cuts it short. He's got pierced ears but doesn't wear any (anymore) and he doesn't have tattoos.
Marilyn has shoulder length extremely blonde hair, blue eyes and an oval face with a square chin. She's very skinny and has delicate features, more so than Bella or Wendy. She's 165 (5'4), which makes her taller than Wen, shorter than Bella. Her hair has waves in it, but she regularly straightens it. No tattoos or piercings besides the singular ear piercings.
mannnn the new chris story was soooo good. I forgot how much I enjoy conflict / denial of sickness until itβs too lateβ¦ and gosh Jonah was so mean in this one, I mean I totally understand his PoV but also the complete lack of empathy brooooo. But yeah that ending was so satisfying in a wayβ¦ poor Chrisβ¦ looking forward to part 2!
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More people should start answering assholery behavior by puking all over the person's shoes π
The glimpses that Jon can still be sooo much of a dick if he decides to!
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it's been brought to my attention by @lisupandowntown that my number of 15 doctors was totally insane, given the hospital my fics are modelled after has actually 250.... so let's just pretend I said higher numbers and move on from here
When Chris came to, there was a buzzing in his ears and his mouth tasted like something had crawled in it and died. His face hurt... His whole body did, all the way down to his toes.
He let out a groan, blinking to bring the room into focus, his memories starting to unfurl, mortification in their wake. He had hurled all over Bank's pants and then on himself, followed by fainting like a damsel... Yep, Chris decided, he'd need to get a new job and never show his face around this place again.
"Oh, you're awake," Dawson's voice cut through the haze. Chris had only had one migraine his whole life, but it had been eerily similar to how he felt now. The room was too bright, Dawson's voice too loud and Marshall's perfume too nauseating. Even without looking around he knew she had to be in the room, no one else reeked of Daisy by Marc Jacobs like that.
"Chris?" Claire asked, stepping closer. She looked so tired, that she might as well lie down on a cot next to his and they would mistake her for a patient. He felt a pang of guilt. How long had he been out for? Had Claire been awake for thirty six hours now?
"Uhm-" He tried to push himself up, only then realizing there was an IV sticking out of his hand. What the hell? He glared at it, puzzled, and his boss volunteered an answer.
"You were too dehydrated for us to get a better vein."
Great, just fucking great.
"I want to apologize, we shouldn't have had you on the clock while so sick," Lois went on, while Claire paced nervously behind her, chewing on her lip, "please take the rest of the week off... And Dr. Banks will be properly reprimanded for his behavior... And he will be apologizing for it, he's extremely sorry."
Uh-huh.
Chris rolled his eyes, finally managing to push himself into a more or less sitting position. He wasn't in the ER like he had previously thought, they had given him a room. Fancy, but extremely unnecessary for just dehydration. He wanted to piss and to go home, maybe eat something- Nope. His stomach soured at the thought of food. He gulped down.
"Can I go?"
Chris had no plans to stick around so Jonah could come apologize for being the massive asshole that he was or so Marshall came closer with that disgusting perfume of hers. Truly, who thought bathing in vanilla before going to work at a hospital was a good idea?
"Uhm," Lois sighed, "we'll need to clear it with Dr. Chen, she'll be up in a minute to check on you... You really gave us quite a fright, Chris."
Claire scoffed, "you scared the shit out of me. Did you know you were burning up? Like teeth chattering burning up?" She squinted at him and he cringed in embarrassment. He liked Claire, she was a bit of a doormat and he had no idea about her private life at all, because she was extremely private, but she was sweet. Folded too easily whenever Banks was around, but sweet.
"Chris?"
Oh, she expected an answer?
"I didn't," he mumbled, glaring at the IV needle sticking out of his hand, "just felt like crap."
"Well, next time maybe let us-"
"Dr. Peters," Lois interrupted, probably remembering that he had in fact let them know and then she had forced him to come to work anyway, "let's let Dr. Lavin rest. You also need rest, you've been awake for too long."
"I'm fine," Claire grumbled, rubbing her exhausted face. Chris threw her an amused look and she only glared back, "okay, I'm gonna go. My ride is here. Feel better Chris."
Oh? Her ride? Was Claire dating?
Another thing that Chris was, besides a self admitted asshole, was a snoop. He loved collecting information on people, like Marshall falling apart since her breakup β he really wanted to know how that had gone down. By how devastated she was, he assumed Tim had cheated on her β and Henderson's third kid arriving that summer β third kid! In this economy?! β and whatever the reason Banks had stretched his honeymoon for two weeks longer than he should have and everyone had acted as if it was perfectly fine to cover for him as he travelled Bali, acting as if Chris was insane for pointing out that he didn't want to cover for the guy. Not knowing that had been driving him crazy.
"Thanks, Claire," he said, cringing when his voice was raspy and his throat ached. His stomach churned uncomfortably and he looked around the room, pointedly ignoring his boss. He wasn't sure why she wasn't gone too.
The door opened and closed, Lois let out a sigh, "Chris," serious voice. He forced their eyes to meet, she looked concerned, but collected, "I trust you understand it was all a big... Misunderstanding and that you aren't going to proceed with an audit or anything of the sorts?"
Of course, Jonah wasn't held liable, being a jerk wasn't a crime, but forcing a sick doctor to work to the point of collapsing might be. She was worried about the hospital, which put him at ease. Much better than her being concerned about him.
"No, I won't pursue any audit or anything of the sorts," he promised, "thanks for the PTO week, though."
She smiled, relieved and amused he had understood the reason he had been given such extensive time to recover. Business were so much easier than people, messy, complicated people.
"I'm going to let you rest," Lois squeezed his knee over the thin sheet thrown over him, "Dr. Chen will be upstairs in a moment to clear you."
June Chen was a more senior doctor and he had very little contact with her. She was extremely put together and hung out with Stewarts and Dawson, sometimes they took pity on Henderson and let him join the clique, or so it seemed for Chris. Either way, Chen had a no nonsense approach that he liked and she only scoffed at his chart, signing it with a huff.
"Don't drive home," she said, writing his release permit, "you're on Zofran right now, but the effects should fade in an hour. If you're back to being sick and can't keep down liquid, come back to the hospital. I want you to monitor that fever as well, it was scarily high. Right now it broke, but if it goes up again- You live alone, don't you?" She interrupted herself, frowning and Chris, who had already thrown his legs over the edge of the bed and was removing his own IV, just nodded.
She let out a displeased noise, "get someone to stay with you at least for the morning, you're too weak to handle it if your fever climbs again."
"Okay," he nodded, not planning on obeying. Chen squinted at him, then rolled her eyes.
"Okay," she put down the pen, "any questions?"
"Nope."
"Alright," she nodded and turned around, "hope I don't see you again, feel better."
Perfectly content with being left alone, Chris finished getting dressed and hunted down his phone. His battery was running low.
He hoovered over Emerald's contact, considering letting her know, then decided against it. He felt fine, nauseous and shaky, but nothing he couldn't handle.
In an effort to not be the worst patient of all time, he did call a cab instead of driving himself.
That was how he ran into Banks, as he waited outside the hospital, hands in his pockets, fending off the vertigo.
Jonah was driving back home, Chris recognized the red sedan, scoffed quietly. Then it pulled to a stop in front of him, window rolled down, "Lavin."
"Banks," he rubbed his hands to warm them up, checked the ETA of his cab. Ten more minutes. How the hell, Welton was not that large!
"Are you waiting for your ride or did you get a cab?" Jonah asked and Chris just stared at him.
"Dawson said you wanted to apologize."
"Cab or a ride?"
"Is this the part where you say I'm sorry Chris that I was a horrible doctor and horrible human being all around, please don't go to HR, I didn't know you were sick despite the fact you repeatedly told me, I don't know how to interact-"
"I'm sorry," Banks said, not sounding like he meant it, "let me give you a ride. Least I can do."
"Least you could do is leave me alone," Chris shrugged, gulping down as his stomach complained him standing up for so long. He really, really wanted his own bed. More Zofran, probably. Ginger ale so he'd stop burping acid.
"Let me give you a ride," Banks insisted and Chris opened his mouth to tell him to go die in a ditch, but then his phone buzzed. He let out a sigh of relief that the car was close only to glance at the screen and realize the driver had cancelled his trip.
Fucking hell.
"So?" Banks asked, and Chris' shoulders dropped, defeated.
"Fine. If you shut up the whole drive."
Jonah did stay quiet for the biggest chunk of it. He kept his eyes on the street and drove carefully, which Chris was glad for, because his stomach was growing more and more uneasy.
He muffled a burp in his hand, staring at the horizon intently. The car was freezing, so he reached for the heater, taking a second to understand Jonah's dashboard. Banks didn't mention him turning it on, didn't even glance at him. Good.
His car was extremely clean, Chris noticed. Nothing like some of the mess that was in the backseat of his own vehicle, empty water bottles and papers he needed to mail his accountant. Nope, all pristine and smelling like pine.
He fidgeted on his seat, tugging on the seatbelt that was squeezing his tender middle. Opened the glovebox. Mints, a brand new roll of toilet paper, neatly folded plastic bags, six different bottles of pills??
"What the fuck," Chris whispered, shocked by the medication. It could be Jonah's but he hadn't ever seen Banks taking pills...
"They're my husband's," Jonah slammed the glovebox shut, "and you're being rude."
"Not half as much as yelling at the clearly sick guy, now am I?" Chris scoffed and Banks' eyebrows connected, lips turning down at the corners.
"You didn't look that sick, you're always pale and look like a vampire," he mumbled, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and glancing at the GPS, "and I'm sorry. I was out of line."
Chris pursed his lips, annoyed at the apology, "yes, you were," he said strongly, "you're not my boss, Banks. Even if you were, which you aren't, it would've been fucking detrimental to treat a person like that. I know you think you're untouchable because your dad is famous but-"
Jonah interrupted him with a genuine snort, pressing his lips not to laugh, "you think I'm arrogant because of my father? Really, coming from you, Lavin?"
Chris clenched his jaw. Most people didn't tie his surname to LVA Medical, the company that supplied their equipment in the hospital and to at least a thousand others across the country, but Banks had done his homework.
"I never once brought-"
"Oh, and I have? Projecting much?" Jonah's voice dripped with sarcasm, "hate me all you want, but don't pretend our differences is a class issue or me acting entitled because of my father whom I never even mentioned. You don't know shit about me."
"And you don't know shit about me, but that doesn't stop you from making all sorts of assumptions, does it?" His stomach flipped and the singular glass of water he had had on his way out of the hospital rocketed up his throat. Chris gulped down, fighting the clammy nausea that was spreading all over him, "fuck this, pull over."
"Don't be a fucking baby, we're five minutes away from your address," Banks rolled his eyes.
Chris swallowed the thick saliva accumulating in his mouth, shuddering at the bitter taste, "And I can walk those five minutes. Stop the car."
"So you can tell Dawson I abandoned you on the side of the road while sick? I already got three days of suspension, no thanks."
He had gotten three days of suspension? What a shitty punishment if Chris was not even gonna be there that week. He swallowed again, the knot in his throat increasing, making it harder to push down the liquid "Jonah, pull over."
It kept moving.
Chris shuddered, convulsing with an empty heave and bracing against the dashboard, "M'serious-"
"Don't throw up in my car," Jonah groaned, just as the vehicle stopped. Chris should have moved, but he suddenly couldn't, too weak to even undo his seatbelt. This whole drive had been a horrible idea...
He reached again, just as Banks grabbed his shoulder and leaned over him, shoving the passenger door open and Chris hanging out of it.
Bright yellow splattered on the asphalt, followed by another heave and a stream of clear liquid. He groaned, weak fingers trying to undo the seatbelt cutting him in half.
"Your fever is up again," the other doctor let him know, as if Chris couldn't have guessed from the violent shivers wrecking him. Suddenly the seatbelt was gone and he nearly fell out of the vehicle, letting out a cry when it eased some of the pain.
"Chris?"
He spat, took a deep breath through his nose... Then pushed himself up, out of the car.
Jonah was out too by the time Chris circled it, leaning on the red metal and frowning, "you shouldn't be alone, call someone to look after you. Do you have friends? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?"
"Mind your own business," Chris stumbled, bracing against the railing of the access ramp in order not to fall, "thanks for the amazing ride."
Jonah scoffed, nostrils flaring with annoyance, "go ahead. Go in."
"You're- you're gonna watch?" He slurred, gagging again and spitting a measly mouthful of water on the pavement.
"Yes," Banks shoved his hands on his pockets, seeming like he had all day to watch Chris stumble like a drunk, "gotta say I safely delivered you."
"That's a stretch," Chris mumbled, then stumbled further in, glaring over his shoulder, "if you're still out there by the time I get to my floor, I'm calling the police."
"Go fuck yourself, Lavin," his coworker flipped him off, apparently giving up his good Samaritan bullshit and getting back into his car, just as Chris crossed the doors of his building.
My favorite thing is when I can tell I got a new reader and instead of going through the masterlist, they're going through a specific character tag, bc that's also how I read any works, including my own
When Chris came to, there was a buzzing in his ears and his mouth tasted like something had crawled in it and died. His face hurt... His whole body did, all the way down to his toes.
He let out a groan, blinking to bring the room into focus, his memories starting to unfurl, mortification in their wake. He had hurled all over Bank's pants and then on himself, followed by fainting like a damsel... Yep, Chris decided, he'd need to get a new job and never show his face around this place again.
"Oh, you're awake," Dawson's voice cut through the haze. Chris had only had one migraine his whole life, but it had been eerily similar to how he felt now. The room was too bright, Dawson's voice too loud and Marshall's perfume too nauseating. Even without looking around he knew she had to be in the room, no one else reeked of Daisy by Marc Jacobs like that.
"Chris?" Claire asked, stepping closer. She looked so tired, that she might as well lie down on a cot next to his and they would mistake her for a patient. He felt a pang of guilt. How long had he been out for? Had Claire been awake for thirty six hours now?
"Uhm-" He tried to push himself up, only then realizing there was an IV sticking out of his hand. What the hell? He glared at it, puzzled, and his boss volunteered an answer.
"You were too dehydrated for us to get a better vein."
Great, just fucking great.
"I want to apologize, we shouldn't have had you on the clock while so sick," Lois went on, while Claire paced nervously behind her, chewing on her lip, "please take the rest of the week off... And Dr. Banks will be properly reprimanded for his behavior... And he will be apologizing for it, he's extremely sorry."
Uh-huh.
Chris rolled his eyes, finally managing to push himself into a more or less sitting position. He wasn't in the ER like he had previously thought, they had given him a room. Fancy, but extremely unnecessary for just dehydration. He wanted to piss and to go home, maybe eat something- Nope. His stomach soured at the thought of food. He gulped down.
"Can I go?"
Chris had no plans to stick around so Jonah could come apologize for being the massive asshole that he was or so Marshall came closer with that disgusting perfume of hers. Truly, who thought bathing in vanilla before going to work at a hospital was a good idea?
"Uhm," Lois sighed, "we'll need to clear it with Dr. Chen, she'll be up in a minute to check on you... You really gave us quite a fright, Chris."
Claire scoffed, "you scared the shit out of me. Did you know you were burning up? Like teeth chattering burning up?" She squinted at him and he cringed in embarrassment. He liked Claire, she was a bit of a doormat and he had no idea about her private life at all, because she was extremely private, but she was sweet. Folded too easily whenever Banks was around, but sweet.
"Chris?"
Oh, she expected an answer?
"I didn't," he mumbled, glaring at the IV needle sticking out of his hand, "just felt like crap."
"Well, next time maybe let us-"
"Dr. Peters," Lois interrupted, probably remembering that he had in fact let them know and then she had forced him to come to work anyway, "let's let Dr. Lavin rest. You also need rest, you've been awake for too long."
"I'm fine," Claire grumbled, rubbing her exhausted face. Chris threw her an amused look and she only glared back, "okay, I'm gonna go. My ride is here. Feel better Chris."
Oh? Her ride? Was Claire dating?
Another thing that Chris was, besides a self admitted asshole, was a snoop. He loved collecting information on people, like Marshall falling apart since her breakup β he really wanted to know how that had gone down. By how devastated she was, he assumed Tim had cheated on her β and Henderson's third kid arriving that summer β third kid! In this economy?! β and whatever the reason Banks had stretched his honeymoon for two weeks longer than he should have and everyone had acted as if it was perfectly fine to cover for him as he travelled Bali, acting as if Chris was insane for pointing out that he didn't want to cover for the guy. Not knowing that had been driving him crazy.
"Thanks, Claire," he said, cringing when his voice was raspy and his throat ached. His stomach churned uncomfortably and he looked around the room, pointedly ignoring his boss. He wasn't sure why she wasn't gone too.
The door opened and closed, Lois let out a sigh, "Chris," serious voice. He forced their eyes to meet, she looked concerned, but collected, "I trust you understand it was all a big... Misunderstanding and that you aren't going to proceed with an audit or anything of the sorts?"
Of course, Jonah wasn't held liable, being a jerk wasn't a crime, but forcing a sick doctor to work to the point of collapsing might be. She was worried about the hospital, which put him at ease. Much better than her being concerned about him.
"No, I won't pursue any audit or anything of the sorts," he promised, "thanks for the PTO week, though."
She smiled, relieved and amused he had understood the reason he had been given such extensive time to recover. Business were so much easier than people, messy, complicated people.
"I'm going to let you rest," Lois squeezed his knee over the thin sheet thrown over him, "Dr. Chen will be upstairs in a moment to clear you."
June Chen was a more senior doctor and he had very little contact with her. She was extremely put together and hung out with Stewarts and Dawson, sometimes they took pity on Henderson and let him join the clique, or so it seemed for Chris. Either way, Chen had a no nonsense approach that he liked and she only scoffed at his chart, signing it with a huff.
"Don't drive home," she said, writing his release permit, "you're on Zofran right now, but the effects should fade in an hour. If you're back to being sick and can't keep down liquid, come back to the hospital. I want you to monitor that fever as well, it was scarily high. Right now it broke, but if it goes up again- You live alone, don't you?" She interrupted herself, frowning and Chris, who had already thrown his legs over the edge of the bed and was removing his own IV, just nodded.
She let out a displeased noise, "get someone to stay with you at least for the morning, you're too weak to handle it if your fever climbs again."
"Okay," he nodded, not planning on obeying. Chen squinted at him, then rolled her eyes.
"Okay," she put down the pen, "any questions?"
"Nope."
"Alright," she nodded and turned around, "hope I don't see you again, feel better."
Perfectly content with being left alone, Chris finished getting dressed and hunted down his phone. His battery was running low.
He hoovered over Emerald's contact, considering letting her know, then decided against it. He felt fine, nauseous and shaky, but nothing he couldn't handle.
In an effort to not be the worst patient of all time, he did call a cab instead of driving himself.
That was how he ran into Banks, as he waited outside the hospital, hands in his pockets, fending off the vertigo.
Jonah was driving back home, Chris recognized the red sedan, scoffed quietly. Then it pulled to a stop in front of him, window rolled down, "Lavin."
"Banks," he rubbed his hands to warm them up, checked the ETA of his cab. Ten more minutes. How the hell, Welton was not that large!
"Are you waiting for your ride or did you get a cab?" Jonah asked and Chris just stared at him.
"Dawson said you wanted to apologize."
"Cab or a ride?"
"Is this the part where you say I'm sorry Chris that I was a horrible doctor and horrible human being all around, please don't go to HR, I didn't know you were sick despite the fact you repeatedly told me, I don't know how to interact-"
"I'm sorry," Banks said, not sounding like he meant it, "let me give you a ride. Least I can do."
"Least you could do is leave me alone," Chris shrugged, gulping down as his stomach complained him standing up for so long. He really, really wanted his own bed. More Zofran, probably. Ginger ale so he'd stop burping acid.
"Let me give you a ride," Banks insisted and Chris opened his mouth to tell him to go die in a ditch, but then his phone buzzed. He let out a sigh of relief that the car was close only to glance at the screen and realize the driver had cancelled his trip.
Fucking hell.
"So?" Banks asked, and Chris' shoulders dropped, defeated.
"Fine. If you shut up the whole drive."
Jonah did stay quiet for the biggest chunk of it. He kept his eyes on the street and drove carefully, which Chris was glad for, because his stomach was growing more and more uneasy.
He muffled a burp in his hand, staring at the horizon intently. The car was freezing, so he reached for the heater, taking a second to understand Jonah's dashboard. Banks didn't mention him turning it on, didn't even glance at him. Good.
His car was extremely clean, Chris noticed. Nothing like some of the mess that was in the backseat of his own vehicle, empty water bottles and papers he needed to mail his accountant. Nope, all pristine and smelling like pine.
He fidgeted on his seat, tugging on the seatbelt that was squeezing his tender middle. Opened the glovebox. Mints, a brand new roll of toilet paper, neatly folded plastic bags, six different bottles of pills??
"What the fuck," Chris whispered, shocked by the medication. It could be Jonah's but he hadn't ever seen Banks taking pills...
"They're my husband's," Jonah slammed the glovebox shut, "and you're being rude."
"Not half as much as yelling at the clearly sick guy, now am I?" Chris scoffed and Banks' eyebrows connected, lips turning down at the corners.
"You didn't look that sick, you're always pale and look like a vampire," he mumbled, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and glancing at the GPS, "and I'm sorry. I was out of line."
Chris pursed his lips, annoyed at the apology, "yes, you were," he said strongly, "you're not my boss, Banks. Even if you were, which you aren't, it would've been fucking detrimental to treat a person like that. I know you think you're untouchable because your dad is famous but-"
Jonah interrupted him with a genuine snort, pressing his lips not to laugh, "you think I'm arrogant because of my father? Really, coming from you, Lavin?"
Chris clenched his jaw. Most people didn't tie his surname to LVA Medical, the company that supplied their equipment in the hospital and to at least a thousand others across the country, but Banks had done his homework.
"I never once brought-"
"Oh, and I have? Projecting much?" Jonah's voice dripped with sarcasm, "hate me all you want, but don't pretend our differences is a class issue or me acting entitled because of my father whom I never even mentioned. You don't know shit about me."
"And you don't know shit about me, but that doesn't stop you from making all sorts of assumptions, does it?" His stomach flipped and the singular glass of water he had had on his way out of the hospital rocketed up his throat. Chris gulped down, fighting the clammy nausea that was spreading all over him, "fuck this, pull over."
"Don't be a fucking baby, we're five minutes away from your address," Banks rolled his eyes.
Chris swallowed the thick saliva accumulating in his mouth, shuddering at the bitter taste, "And I can walk those five minutes. Stop the car."
"So you can tell Dawson I abandoned you on the side of the road while sick? I already got three days of suspension, no thanks."
He had gotten three days of suspension? What a shitty punishment if Chris was not even gonna be there that week. He swallowed again, the knot in his throat increasing, making it harder to push down the liquid "Jonah, pull over."
It kept moving.
Chris shuddered, convulsing with an empty heave and bracing against the dashboard, "M'serious-"
"Don't throw up in my car," Jonah groaned, just as the vehicle stopped. Chris should have moved, but he suddenly couldn't, too weak to even undo his seatbelt. This whole drive had been a horrible idea...
He reached again, just as Banks grabbed his shoulder and leaned over him, shoving the passenger door open and Chris hanging out of it.
Bright yellow splattered on the asphalt, followed by another heave and a stream of clear liquid. He groaned, weak fingers trying to undo the seatbelt cutting him in half.
"Your fever is up again," the other doctor let him know, as if Chris couldn't have guessed from the violent shivers wrecking him. Suddenly the seatbelt was gone and he nearly fell out of the vehicle, letting out a cry when it eased some of the pain.
"Chris?"
He spat, took a deep breath through his nose... Then pushed himself up, out of the car.
Jonah was out too by the time Chris circled it, leaning on the red metal and frowning, "you shouldn't be alone, call someone to look after you. Do you have friends? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?"
"Mind your own business," Chris stumbled, bracing against the railing of the access ramp in order not to fall, "thanks for the amazing ride."
Jonah scoffed, nostrils flaring with annoyance, "go ahead. Go in."
"You're- you're gonna watch?" He slurred, gagging again and spitting a measly mouthful of water on the pavement.
"Yes," Banks shoved his hands on his pockets, seeming like he had all day to watch Chris stumble like a drunk, "gotta say I safely delivered you."
"That's a stretch," Chris mumbled, then stumbled further in, glaring over his shoulder, "if you're still out there by the time I get to my floor, I'm calling the police."
"Go fuck yourself, Lavin," his coworker flipped him off, apparently giving up his good Samaritan bullshit and getting back into his car, just as Chris crossed the doors of his building.
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Syl, not gonna publish your ask bc you accidentally guessed a plot point I don't want to disclose right now Buuuuuut- Jonah is indeed a jerk on Chris' POV. I was rereading some of my old fics, like from year 1, and he's grown so much, but I think for outsiders he's still very close to that arrogant prick we first met.
when a character is too cute and damp and pathetic, i take physical damage. like it hurts so good when theyβre wet and miserable and dripping. iβm gonna fuckjng bite them in half
The feedists probably see us under their posts like hope you throw up king β€οΈ and get so annoyed, like that's the opposite of what they want to do. Evil cheerleaders
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Noah overeats on tiramisu and strawberries. Graphic nausea and emeto.
Noah was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be here.
Not just in Edmond's apartment, but currently occupying his bathroom while his stomach rebelled in a way he had never experienced before.
To be fair, his contracted humanβhunterβhad been injured and then they had a visitor and then Noah just accidently ended up chatting with the girl.
Obviously a significant girl, cause Adalyn could sense his presence from Edmond's bond without Noah needing to appear.
It felt very satisfying to be called by the new name. Names came with contracts, always specific to the spirit hunter and created an entirely new identity for the demon in question.
Noah hadn't had yet many opportunities to experience this new him.
And then Adalyn came again, to check on Edmond and said they were experiment with strawberry tiramisu and left some for him on the counter.
Strawberry tiramisu. What an amazing invention.
Demons didn't need to eat, but it sure as hell tasted good. Made Noah feel so much more real, to touch, smell and taste things...to eat them.
When he ate the first serving and Edmond slept the entire day and Adalyn barely made him eat crackers, Noah decided the tiramisu would go to waste without him.
So he rescued the portion left in the fridge. Entirely innocently and with good intentions.
Adalyn must have noticed, cause she gave him a satisfied smirk "that good?"...and brought him another.
With a huge bowl of fresh strawberries, cause apparently they bought too much and ran out of boxes to do them in.
Noah wasn't hungry. He was just bored and lonely and pretty sure once Edmond woke, he would make him disappear and never get access to strawberries again.
So he ate the box of tiramisu. With renewed urgency, since Edmond went to the bathroom by himself and generally showed more signs of life. Still collapsed back in bed, complaining about being dizzy, but he slept easier and gagged a lot less and his balanced was much better...
And Noah just wanted to enjoy the strawberries, was that so wrong?
He basically inhaled the huge box of tiramisu that had at least 6 servings in it...then hid himself on the balcony and snacked on the strawberries with cream and sugar.
It was delicious. An onslaught of sweetness and greatness, his fingers red from the juice.
Noah wasn't a demon of greed, but damn was this good.
For a good hour afterwards he just sat in the chair he stole from the kitchen, enjoying the breeze at the balcony and the pleasant fullness. Feeling seated had something in it, like he was complete and physical and present in the sunlight and the world in the best way possible.
Noah only noticed later, when he tried to straighten up, how huge his stomach got. It was bloated to the point it was pushing against his ribs. A weight settled on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
The sight made him self-conscious, so he got up to hide the evidence. His belly felt heavy, rolling with the movement and making him stumble.
Liquidy sugar swirl of strawberries gurgled loudly, so he hurried up inside in case someone would hear.
Getting the empty plasitc box into the trashcan was all he managed. Feeling impossibly tired, he crashed on the couch, mesmerised by the sheer size of his middle.
He had neevr experienced such bloating. His skin was tout and his stonach didn't feel like his own. Like a balloon someone filled inside him, it stretched as its own entity inside his body.
It was interesting for about 15 minutes. Then it got more gurgly and he felt so stuffed it was hard to catch his breath. The pressure built up he thought he was going to pop...and came out as a burp.
Huh. That actually helped. He massaged his tummy, first gently and then with more urgency, to get the feeling out.
A string of burps came up, relieving some of the air. For a couple of minutes, Noah felt content again. Close to sleep. This wasn't so bad.
Then the cramps started.
Pain right from the naval, coming in short waves, down below. The waves got longer the more he sat there.
He tried to burp again, but the air smelled sweet and sticky and made his throat feel all slimy.
His belly jumped up scarily, some of the slimy strawberry jam sliding up his throat.
Noah barely managed to gulp, sending the offending wave down. It tasted worse than before, all bitter and revolting and he shook with disgust.
Another burp made him jump, sweat and goosebumps covering hin head to toe.
Damn it, what did he do? Was it really so much?
His stomach didn't seem any smaller. If anything the fullness seemed to spred, his upper stonach filled with air while his lower belly filled with what felt like streams of water.
The room felt too hot and his shirt too tight. He couldn't breathe, a claustrophobic feeling overwhelming him. Like his own body was suffocating him.
And it hurt. The cramps got longer and more intense, making his whole middle spasm. A pain like being hit in the stomach, but repeatedly and from the inside.
He had seen that before, even felt it, but never from food. So Noah did the only reasonable thing β headed for the bathroom.
The small and cold space where he could safely lock himself in comforted him. His belly was making all sorts of upset, blabbering noises. His face felt hot, like he was turning to steam.
He curled up by the toilet, his belly not letting him straighten his back or sit against the wall.
Now he only dared to burp towards the toilet, afraid the slime would surge up into the world again.
But he couldn't exactly stop the air either. When he tried, his body hiccuped against his control, making the cramps worse.
It squeezed him so tight his eyes watered.
A different feeling hit him then. Everything stilled for a moment, as if it had been decided. Like something inevitable.
Then his belly spammed and cramped so hard he arched underneath it, moaning from the pain as thick, red mush shot out from his throat.
It coated the inside of the toilet, and Noah didn't even get a chance to breathe before the next wave came.
His stomach was squeezing and squeezing, death set to evaluate all its contents. Noah heaved once more, vomiting the third time, bits cream and white adding to the red mess.
He hit the flush bottom, not able to look at that disgusting sight. The cramps eased a little, but still there, pushing into the other direction now.
He belched emptily against the water, head buried so deep inside the toilet from fear of another wave. Nothing came up, just sticky red saliva.
Revulsion felt like a snake, sliding along his teeth and inside his throat. He gagged repeatedly over the toilet at the sensation, his stomach rolling and bubbling inside him.
He was exhausted and breathless and his upper stomach hurt from the strain. His throat burned. The fullness feeling felt sickly and too heavy and he just wanted it to stop.
The pressure and pain moved entirely down to his lower belly. It felt tight and painful, like he couldn't move an inch, locked in that position. Like a brick that stopped inside him, too big to move forward.
Noah groaned, bracing against the toilet for support, when he suddenly understood which was his belly wanted to push.
...
"You poisoned my demon?" Edmond said, eyes wide and way too amused.
Adalyn rolled her eyes. "I brought him a cake and strawberries. He overeate on them all on his own."
"Who knows, maybe your demon meant to poison you and ended up hurting mine-"
"Shut up." Adalyn punched Edmond on the arm. They were in his bed, where Edmond managed to sit upright without falling or feeling like he was going to hurt.
His head was still off, as if someone was holding it in vice metal grip, but he felt a bit stronger and more aware.
Adalyn sat beside him, nonchalant, as if their proximity did nothing to her insides.
Apparently, it did not.
"Did you talk to him?" she asked curiously.
"No. Didn't even know he was here." Edmond threw her a nasty look. "Stop encouraging him to appear, wohld you?"
"I'm just saying you should work on your partnership bond." Her eyes narrowed. "He could have helped you with the injury, if you let him."
"He would have. Doesn't mean I would be okay with it."
"Then start getting to it, cause this is stupid. And inefficient, in your world."
He glared at her and she giggled, not a bit terrified by his most scary, viscious expression.
If anything, she was more excited for getting to him.
He sighed tiredly. "When is the bathroom gonna be free? I need a shower."
"Not anytime soon. Noah has been in there for the last hour and from the sounds, I wouldn't say he is finished."
"Why would you listen to-"
"Just the groans and moans," Adalyn waved her hand. "I asked him if he wanted anything, but he just whined and put the faucet on. What a cutie."
Edmond shook his head at the ridiculous word. "He is a demon. More stupid than anything else."
"My dessert was perfect then," she smiled victoriously, "if it made him so greedy. Shame on you for not trying it out."
