I've been scrolling through your psychic Dion headcanon and I saw the chronic migraines idea and I just thought of the cutest fluff idea of Dion's polycule trying to take care of him before Morris realizes that his psyonics being on the fritz is connected to his migraines!
The sun is setting behind the tree line when Dion feels a tingling behind his eyes, like fingers pressing on his optic nerves.
Not now. Please, not now.
He's sitting on the roof of the brain-shaped building he's grown so familiar with over the summer, his feet dangling twenty feet over the Quarry's lake.
Gisu's pressed to his left side, her hand linked in his as they watch the sky turn gold. Morris is on his right, his chair resting on the ground for once so he can rest his arm on Dion's shoulder. It's the end of the day and he just wants to spend his precious free time relaxing with his partners.
It's the water. It's always the water. He should have known better than to get so close to so much water, but the weather is so nice, and he's been doing better. He doesn't even get dizzy looking down at the lake.
Gisu and Morris's chatter floats over his head. The words garble together, bleeding into long strings of nonsense. Sunbeams bouncing off the water grow brighter, trailing in long wispy lines as he moves his head. It almost looks pretty.
The hand on his shoulder shakes him. He hunches over, neck muscles tightening like stretched rubber bands. Oh god, it's starting and he can't stop it. The pressure in his head builds slowly, like air filling a balloon.
"Dion? Awoka eenu ehligh?"
It takes a second for him to register his name. "Mmmph. I'm fine," he says automatically. He turns to look at Morris, and catches the sun behind his head, burning directly into his retinas. Red, green, and yellow and lights flash behind his eyelids as he squeezes them shut.
"Dion, abuu habing norah?"
He tries to focus on Gisu's voice. Her tone is full of concern, even if the meaning is hard to puzzle out.
His skull feels too small, like his brain is swelling up with water, threatening to crack the bones and explode like a horror movie prop. He presses his palms to his temples as a dozen little invisible needles pinprick his skull.
Warm hands hold his chin. They press against his jaw, coaxing him to unclench his teeth.
A hand pressed to his back, two more on his shoulders, pulling him to his feet. He wobbles, his legs tingling and half-asleep, but Morris and Gisu steady him.
They walk him back into the Motherlobe. Morris's levitation lifts Dion, supporting his weight as Gisu nudges him forward step by step.
He isn't sure how long it is they walk. Anyone they pass is sure to stare, but he can't tell with his eyes shut tight.
A door opens and closes behind him. A larger set of hands cup his head, fingers warm and rough. They rub delicately over his brows, the signal that it's safe to open his eyes.
The lights are off in the jr agents' dorm room, and it's getting darker as Gisu hurries to draw the blinds. Adam smiles down at Dion, cupping his cheeks.
"Apahhu nruv?"
Dion can't understand the words, but the tone of his boyfriend's soft British drawl brings his shoulders down from around his ears.
The dumpy couch in the dorms smells like Morris's cologne and Sam's woodland animal friends. He didn't used to like it, but now he relaxes into the familiar cushions, laying down and curling into a tiny ball. The dark helps. He can focus on breathing and not holding back vomit.
Gisu nudges him, and he lets her pick him up and deposit his head in her lap, careful not to jostle him. She pets his head as the others chat quietly.
He listens for as long as he can, holding on to the sound of their voices as his head splits down the middle. The pressure is the awful part. Something inside him banging on the inside of his head, trying to get out.
He might make a sound of pain— he can't hear himself if he does— because the talk around him stops. Gisu squeezes his arm as he wraps his hands around his head. The agony throbs with his heartbeat.
Someone else touches him. He tries to open his eyes, but the world is a swimming mess of color. Leaning into their hands, Dion lets them move him however they want.
They lightly touch his forehead, and he can feel cool breath on his face as his cheeks pinken. They're so close, and he doesn't need more blood rushing to his head from being flustered.
Then, miraculously, the pounding in his brain eases. Like air escaping from a leaky tire, the pressure in his head deflates. He gasps, nearly falling forward face-first.
When the touch pulls away, he whines, reaching back for them. His brain is still on fire, but it's more of a campfire and less of an incinerator. With relief so strong he can't keep himself up any longer.
The feeling is like cool water running over a blistering burn. It's enough that he can start to drift off. The only thing he can do is wait for the rest of the migraine to fade on its own, but now he can doze until it passes.
Gisu stares at the boy in her lap. His chest rises and falls steadily as he sleeps. Morris and Adam gape at Lizzie, kneeling in front of the couch, her hands hovering over Dion.
Lizzie's own shock is obvious. She closes her open mouth, one eyebrow quirked as she studies the boy in the center of them all.
"Lizzie… Did you…?"
"I thought a little ice would take the edge off. But then I felt his mind… there was so much energy, it's like a lightning storm in there. The static was gonna discharge eventually," she says, whispering.
"Psychic discharge. Hell, that means…" Adam kneels next to her and presses another kiss to Dion's forehead.
"Okay. Okay. I think we should talk about this when he's awake." Even with her mind racing on a superhighway of questions, Gisu can't help her own lips twitching up as she sees how calm Dion is. There will be a lot to talk about later, but for now it's enough that he's feeling better.
"Sounds good to me. Leave the serious stuff for later. I want to find some whipped cream and a feather." Morris rubs his hands together like a cartoon supervillain. He won't do anything, not when Dion is in pain, but the joke disperses some of their anxiety as Gisu whaps him on the hair.
Dion is psychic. It makes sense. The symptoms of psychic repression are weird, but the headaches and fatigue are classic. He's always been so firm and confident about it, and his family agreed that he never displayed any visible powers. But that's not a guarantee. People miss things, I should have considered the possibility….
Morris settles next to Lizzie on the couch while Adam slips under Dion's legs to sit in the middle. She puts the should haves away. For now, they'll keep each other company, watching anime without sound and texting each other memes until Dion wakes up.
When he does blink awake, Dion feels better than he ever has after an episode. His friends and partners are sleeping, flopped over him, limbs tangled together in such a mess he doesn't want to think about getting up.
Dion finds someone's hand and holds it tight, and he can almost feel his head clear even more. Love is funny like that.
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I believe the newsies fandom has unanimously (at least for the majority of us) agree on a few things such as jack, race, and crutchie being siblings. And i believe as siblings they hv a few activities they do together to bond. The activity i want to push into the narrative here is horseback riding. Let me explain.
Jack, Crutchie, and Race were adopted by Medda on various different occasions but were around the same age. It started from Ms Medda being a foster parent to Jack. She had personally knew the boy’s mom. One thing let to another, Jack was forced to be taken cared of by Medda at quite the young age. Not long after, Crutchie came and so did Race (who was just a year younger than the two but accelerated in school so they were in the same grade). It wasn’t long till Medda finalized their adoption paper and they were thrilled.
Growing up together, they soon realized they liked different things from one another. However, they find out horseback riding one day as middle schoolers and has never looked back since. It was one Summer roadtrip to visit Medda’s friend who lived on a farm. They had horses and let the boys have their fun. They begged Medda to learn on their own, and Medda was delighted to hear it. She never wanted to stop the boys from learning and exploring new things. She doesn’t have the means to buy and own a horse, but she can definitely afford them proper lessons.
Idk like the specifics of which equestrians disciplines they would take up + what they are in general (i’m not an equestrian sorry) but they definitely rock a lot of equestrian shit. They enter competitions but i wld say they’re like average at it so not a lot of wins. But also i don’t believe equestrian are their main sports to begin with so it doesn’t really matter to them, they just enjoy horseback riding in general. However if it is important to yall, I believe Race wins the most trophies with Crutchie a close second and jack very far behind the both of them lolz. He’s just too focused on living his childhood dream of being a cowboy. Their favorite thing to do with horseback riding though is to ride freely in an open field and just race around together. It’s not even considerably a race since their riding mostly consists of laughing and feeling the wind when they speed. It feels amazing to go to the country side and go riding on a couple rounds together. Top tier sibling bonding moment. I love them. I love this. Pls love this too random tumblr users.
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opinions Jack as race and crutchie’s found family older brother. go.
YES OMG YES YES YES.
I love that idea sm its crazy-
I see it as the fact that Jack and Race met first on the streets, then Jack and Crutchie met in the Refuge and Jack saved him and they're all brothers now. And time to bring out my nifty lil age headcanons- Jack's obvi oldest (17, duh /silly), Race is 16.5-ish, and Crutchie's 15 so I absolutely love the idea of them all being found siblings. I also really love that because I personally see Race as a mix between Crutchie and Jack- he has a goofy, warm personality on the outside like Crutchie but also the heart of a leader and crippling depression like Jack :D
And also, who would Jack trust to lead other than the kid he essentially was raised with (aka Race)?
In the thing I'm currently writing (moulin rougesies) Jack's essentially siblings with both Race and Crutchie and this ask actually gives me a great lil plot idea cuz it just occurred to me the characters I'm writing Race and Crutchie as never interact so tysm for that :))))
As the livesies Race guy, I claim this ask as totally, 100% true.
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