Hey! I'm Jesse (he/him), I'm 25 and I write sickfics, emeto, illness, whump and hurt comfort related stuff!
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This is a kink blog- 18+ only!!
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Keep reading for more about me and what you can expect to find in my little horny hellhole
I have been a member of the tumblr sickfic community since 2016. I started out as reallydontfeelgood and was later then dontfeelsogood. Unfortunately both my old blogs were deleted and lost everything including my OCs and all my work, but I'm finally back, and I'm here for good.
I tend to post more of my actual writing on AO3 than I do here, so feel free to check me out over there if you fancy 30k+ word fics of pure sickfic / emeto nonsense
I tend to write mainly for fandoms these days, and by fandoms I mean my special interests. Namely, Superstore lol. So if you're a Superstore fan, PLEASE can we be friends. (Also, I will be your go-to guy for sick Jonah content :)
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Damn that’s hot 🤮
The kind of content you can expect to find here:
-Sickfics (obviously!)
-Emeto (my fav)
-Fevers
-Hurt comfort
-General illness/ poorly-ness
-Stomach aches (anything stomach related in general really lol)
-General caretaking/ vulnerability. This is what my kinks all come down to basically. I love a bit of good ol' suffering and making characters all weak and vulnerable :)
-Whump (nothing too graphic or gory but especially in the context of hurt comfort or illness etc)
-*some* scat- to an extent. Specifically what I have coined 'tasteful, non-graphic scat in the context of illness'. I don't really do more graphic or explicit stuff, and it is only something I sample occasionally like a fine wine. It is by no means the centre of my kinks/writing, but you might see it here occasionally.
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Damn that’s not ✋
I’ve struggled hard with extremely damaging kink shaming in my life, and if there’s one thing you can be certain of, they’ll never be any kind of kink shaming here [unless of course that ‘kink’ is literally i!!egal or harms people unconsentually!!] so just a heads up that whilst these are things I personally don’t prefer/ am not into, absolutely no shame to anyone that is, you do you friend 💚
-I don't write any explic1t or NSFW stuff. I’m asexual, so that kinda stuff just really isn’t in my ballpark, sorry!
-Kind of a weird one, but within the niche of emeto, I specifically am into the illness-related stuff. I don't do or enjoy any kind of self-induced or sex based stuff. I'm extremely emetophobic irl (as a long of us seem to be, go figure lol) so for me, it's purely fictional. As such, I don't post/reblog any kind of irl vomit stuff (audios, photos) etc on my blog.
-I do not and will not ever write for HP. I’ve never really been a fan of it anyway, and she’s a total utter cunt lol so I do not want to endorse or interact with her work in any way. I just feel like I need to be clear where I stand on this as I used to get a lot of requests for it.
-I don't roleplay- I'm just wayy too awkward for that, sorry lol.
-I'm autistic as fuck so messaging in general probably won't elicit a response as I'm like the Minecraft armadillo and will just curl into my armoured ball lol. I'm happy to reply to asks, though, and I much prefer asks to DMs. In fact, I practically encourage it. I enjoy being able to engage with people just without the pressure of messaging privately.
- No kink shaming! We don't do that here :)
-None of the obviously bad/ wrong/ i!!egal/ discriminatory or generally bad shit. You know what I mean. All the usual culprits, including r@pe, ableism, r@cism, tr@nsphobia, homophobi@- all of the blatant bigot-y stuff. Not welcome here.
I am and will always be a safe place for anyone who wants to be here, no matter your race, gender, sexuality, etc etc <3
As a chronic migraine sufferer I’m kinda unmatched when it comes to irl migraine whump. Hell, I even wrote a 20k+ word fic about one of the treatments I was having, and then on my last treatment ended up actually having the same reaction as my character in my ‘heavily dramatised’ fic. It was traumatic, sure, but that will never not be funny to me
I’ve been in status migraine for the last 4 days, I think I’ve finally broken out of it but still in the aftermath phase (I prefer that verbiage to ‘postdrome’ which just sounds fucking stupid lol)
I’m sitting here drinking a ginger shot, basically 1/2tsp ginger dissolved into hot water. It’s fucking gross. I don’t know if it has any actual benefit or whether it’s just a placebo, but sometimes when I’m maxed out on all my other medication, it feels like it helps take the edge off
Anyway it got me thinking.
A character drinking a shot of ginger for their migraine desperate for relief, only it burns so bad they end up puking it straight back up.
He’s a musician and I’m a sound engineer. I was helping him record some guitar for his album and:
✨ TUMMY NOISES ✨
He is fully aware I have the kink, and he is fully aware of what he’s doing and it’s so bad!
So we both had headphones on live monitoring his mic and his tummy grumbled so loudly we had to pause the take and this man literally looks at me like this 😦
I swear to god the hungry rumbling sounds literally REVERBERATED through the body of the guitar, making it so much meatier and deeper and louder to be picked up by the mic 🥵
It was such a long, drawn out and resonant sound too, it went on for so long. What was funny was that I trimmed the audio and saved it and was playing it back to him and he was getting all flustered and embarrassed. I even added it into the end of his song where you can just hear his tummy growling as the audio fades out 🤣
Aside from that one incident where we literally had to stop recording altogether because his tummy was too loud, it kept making noise underneath other recordings too, and at one point he said to me, ‘we need to hurry up or my tummy’s gonna grumble again’….
Please let me know in the comments who do you think is the sickee of this fic and if you guessed it correctly by the end!
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"I'm thinking-" Bella yawned mid sentence, climbing on the bed and collapsing on top of Luke, who was reading a book, with no regards for it, "of going to New Mexico-" another yawn, "Thursday."
"This Thursday?" Luke lowered his mystery novel — Dark Places, by Gillian Flynn and he had been chewing the top of the pen he was annotating it with — "baby, I don't think I can get two days off in such a short notice..."
"No," Bella squirmed, nestling between his legs and using his stomach as a pillow, "I didn't think you could, I'm thinking of going..."
There was a minute of silence, Bella nearly napping on him, oblivious to Luke's distraught face.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked in a confused tone, poking the top of her head with his book, "what did I do...?"
"Uhm-What?" Bella rubbed at her eyes, perking up, "no, I'm not mad at you," she shrugged, "I was just thinking I miss my mom and I'm still feeling a bit guilty that you thought of buying her a house before I did, to be honest. I can work from there and I'll be back Sunday night..."
"Yeah, but if you gave me a bit more warning, I could tag along-"
"No, Luke," Bella rolled off of him, seemingly realized she was not gonna be able to use him as a mattress, not when he was so restless, "I need some mom-daughter time... Besides, I don't think you should leave Vin alone. Yesterday I walked on him crying during a soap commercial..."
Luke scoffed, annoyed at his best friend's presence and then guilty for feeling like that, "I get that, but Vin doesn't need a babysitter..."
"Neither do I," Bella grinned, leaning in to peck his cheek, "it's just gonna be the weekend, babe. I was talking with Vin and he mentioned missing the lake house, you guys could head there Friday, have an all boys weekend. It'll be fun."
Luke's whole face scrunched up, suspicion clear on his face, "I don't know... Sounds like you wanna get rid of me."
"Maybe I do," Bella snorted, snuggling up against his side, "we've been too attached at the hip, this will be good."
"We have not," Lucas argued, but settled back against the pillows, letting Bella press her cheek to his bicep, opening the book he had been holding shut, with his thumb serving as bookmarker.
"Don't pout," Bella teased him, "read for me."
"I will pout if I want to," Luke grumbled, flipping a page and starting to narrate the novel.
"She should've called by now," Luke scoffed, glaring at his phone, while Vin hummed, moving around the kitchen.
"Didn't you talk to her during lunch?" Vince asked, voice muffled since he had his head in the fridge, retrieving a bunch of items. He planted a pack of beers on the table before Luke.
"Yes, and?"
"Jesus, Luke, you weren't that clingy even when you guys were dating," Vin snorted, opening a can and rubbing his hands together, looking around the room, in search of his phone, "by the way, did you pack?"
"Do I have to go?"
"Of course you have to go," Vince sounded offended, "one, you're the driver," he gestured wildly at the beer can in front of him, "because I plan on sleeping the whole way there and I don't trust the others to drive. And second, what are you gonna do here all alone the whole weekend? Bell is not in town, I won't be in town, Leo and Jon are tagging along... Do you have other friends I don't know about?"
"I have several friends you don't know about," Luke huffed, folding his arms on the counter and nesting his chin on them, "I'm a very friendly person."
"You are, yeah," Vince took a swing of his beer, "but they're more acquaintances than friends."
"Why can't Leo be the driver? Aren't we literally taking his car?" Luke sounded grumpy and Vince snorted, unable to help it. It was endlessly amusing that sometimes all it took was something going against his wishes for Luke to go back to that guy he had met seven, nearly eight, years ago.
"Fine, Leo drives," Vince rolled his eyes, "you're still tagging along. I'll throw you over my shoulder if I have to."
Vince nearly had to.
They had driven over to Jonah and Leo's — or rather, Luke drove, while Vince nursed a headache since he was hungover to hell and back after basically drinking alone while Luke bitched the night before — and gotten all the way to the garage, before Luke suddenly stopped.
"Oh, hell no."
"Uh?" Vince rubbed his eyes, looking around, confused. It took him a second to register what the issue was.
Max was leaning against Leo's white SUV, hands shoved in his acid stained jeans, wearing an oversized band t-shirt and his snake was wrapped around his arm. Vince thought he looked great, good enough to eat, an opinion that Luke obviously didn't share.
"I am not spending a whole weekend with this asshole," Luke complained, parking the car.
"Hello to you too," Max rolled his eyes, lowering his sunglasses, and Vince tuned Luke's bitching out in order to appreciate the view. He hadn't seen Max's snake yet and he looked at it curiously, the pet seemed to be absolutely content just wrapped around Max's forearm, deep red pattern almost camouflaging with his tattoos.
"Morning!" Leo's voice echoed in the garage and Vince groaned when it caused a stab of pain to go through his skull. He hadn't expected to be this hungover from a six pack, but apparently he was getting old.
Jonah seemed to share Vince's cranky mood, but that might've been just his usual resting bitch face. He was a couple steps behind Leo, fiddling with JD's carrier.
"We're gonna stop to drop JD at Chuck's first," Leo told them the itinerary, opening the trunk of his car so they could load the bags, "then I'll take first round of driving and we switch, Luke?"
"Fine," Lucas still looked terribly upset, which caused Jonah to snort.
They all got in the car, Vince got the passenger seat because they couldn't fit three men in the backseat if he was there and even then it was a tight fit. It would be better when Leo and Luke switched.
Jonah not only had been delegated to the backseat, but to the middle too, so Max and Lucas weren't sitting side by side. He planted JD's carrier on Luke's lap in an effort to keep her away from Max's snake, even though the blonde said, "Snakey isn't venomous, relax."
"You named your snake, Snakey?" Luke scoffed, while Leo let out an amused huff. Vince slid down his seat, fishing his sunglasses from the neckline of his shirt and planting it on his face with a satisfied groan. He should've taken some Advil before leaving, his head was pounding bloody murder.
Chuck was waiting outside of his building when they stopped by, exchanging a couple words with Leo and hinting not so subtly that he'd love to be invited to their next road trip. Jonah let out an amused huff as soon as they drove off.
"Looks like everyone wants a piece of you, baby," he crooned, leaning over the backseat to plant a kiss on Leo's cheek and Luke tugged at his belt loops, like a kid, saying, "stay on your seat."
There was minor bickering during the first half of the trip. Vince would know, since he was such a light sleeper, but he thankfully managed to nap at least forty minutes uninterrupted.
He woke up twice, once because he was starting to feel carsick due to the hangover, but it was nothing that rolling down his window and drinking some water didn't fix and another time because Max's snake had slithered onto Jonah's lap and Jon was talking in a way too high pitch, while Luke did his best impression of napping against the opposite window, as if Vin wasn't able to tell he was faking by just catching a glimpse of his face on the side mirror.
He was sound asleep, so much so he was dreaming, when Luke's voice cut through the haze, "wakey, wakey..." A humid finger teasing his ear-
"Cazzo!" Vince jerked awake, slapping Luke's hand away from his ear, while his best friend giggled like a kid. Jon was a couple of steps ahead, head low as he talked with Leo, who was handling the snake and Max was nowhere to be found.
"Welcome to the land of the living," Luke grinned, brightly, "c'mon let's get some food into you."
The thought of food was as far from appetizing as possible, even nauseating, and it probably showed on his face, because Luke pursed his lips and Max, coming around the vehicle holding a crate to put his pet in, scoffed, "remind me what happens when you don't eat, Monacelli?" He didn't wait for an answer, eyebrows raised in a petulant way, "that's right, you faint like a damsel in distress. No one told you to drink last night, suck it up and eat."
"Dickhead," Vin whispered, much to his chagrin, because Luke heard and beamed.
It took them a moment to get settled — Snakey safely put away in his crate, wallets retrieved — and order. Max was studying the menu as if it was a bomb and Luke rolled his eyes dramatically.
"I'm gonna have the bacon burger," he listed, "with a sunny egg and Uh- a Pepsi..."
"Get a juice, the caffeine is gonna make your ADHD worse than it already is," Jonah reprimanded him, while Vince grimaced at the mental image of Luke's lunch, forehead resting heavily on his hand.
"I think I'll just have, uhm- fries," Max mumbled, causing Leo and Vince to frown at him.
"You'll be starving by the time we get to the cabin," Vince said, while Leo pouted.
"Surely there's something else you can stomach besides just fries."
"Fries aren't even that safe," Vin pointed out, "greasy. At least, get a salad with it."
"Does the baby want mashed potatoes?" Luke teased, except no one found it funny and he deflated like a balloon, picking up his phone and staring at it.
Vince rolled his eyes, "fries and a salad? Maybe chicken?"
"I'm having the grilled chicken," Jonah vouched, attempting to reassure Max, who looked skeptical.
In the end Max, Leo and Jon had the same dish, while Luke had that greasy bomb of his and Vince glared at his simple sandwich, stomach feeling testy, even if he knew his friends were right and he had to eat if he didn't want his blood sugar to crash later.
"Can you finish for me?" Max whispered, as soon as Leo got up to use the bathroom and Vince didn't have the heart to say no, even if he felt already stuffed with just half his meal.
They finished the meal and Luke told them all to use the bathroom because he was not stopping — with a glare sent Max's way, which caused Leo to hiss at him and tell Lucas to stop being a dick — and they exchanged seats, back inside the car.
Now Luke was driving, which meant Leo was on the passenger seat in order to avoid getting carsick. Jonah moved to the seat behind the driver, so he had a clear view of Leo, and Max was relegated the middle, since Vince needed the other window to stick out his elbow otherwise they didn't all fit.
It had been such a dumb idea to take just one car, but Vince couldn't even complain because it had been his idea, in order to make the trip as affordable as possible, since both him and Max were teachers and had a teacher's salary. Not that he had said that part out loud, because then Max wouldn't have come out of sheer pride and Lucas would've smacked him for thinking numbers when he could've easily paid for the whole trip himself.
Just a bad idea all around, and it was getting worse.
About twenty minutes into the drive, Vince could feel his stomach complaining about the meal. It hadn't been heavy, but he was still hungover as hell and he wasn't sure if it would stay down.
Max squirmed next to him, pressing a burp into his fist, which was covered up by the music playing — Leo's pick and Vince wanted to strangle him. The Mean Girls musical was already annoying to begin with, made worse by a headache.
Jonah was texting someone and Vin didn't want to look his way, because he was pretty sure it was Wendy. They were all avoiding the topic of the nuclear breakup, Max caught in the destruction.
"Can you go easy on the turns?" Max's voice was dripping with annoyance, as he looked pointedly at Luke.
"I am," Luke scoffed, glaring at him in the rearview mirror, "I'm the best driver out of us."
"That would be Vince, not you," Jonah corrected, not bothering to look up from his phone.
"You're not the best anything," Max scoffed, squirming again. Vince gulped down the aftertaste flooding his mouth, sparing his ex-boyfriend a glance. He was pale.
"Really?" He asked in a low voice, just for Max, "I thought you'd be safe, it wasn't anything heavy..."
Max's cheeks turned crimson and he looked away, "I'm fine."
"Do we gotta pull over?" Vin whispered, to which Max answered loudly:
"No, we don't have to pull over."
"If we pull over we're gonna get to the cabin at night," Luke complained, causing Vince to roll his eyes and Jonah to snap at him.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Lucas!"
"I am looking!" Luke bit back, then killed the music and Vince could've moaned out of relief. His headache was getting worse and he was sweating, feeling claustrophobic and overstimulated.
Max leaned his head back against the seat, arms crossed and Vince eyed him suspiciously. A gurgle came out of his stomach, loud enough that Vin and Jonah heard, but not the men on the front.
Vince's own stomach seemed to be bloating up, it was pressing painfully against his jeans and he regretted picking those pants. He should've come in sweatpants.
He squirmed, tugging on it and causing Max to huff, "stop moving around, Vin."
"Sor-urp-sorry," his cheeks burned as a burp interrupted him mid phrase. The car did another swerve as they continued to drive uphill. Was Luke doing those sharp turns on purpose or had he just forgotten how to drive?
Max muffled another burp in his hand, paling even more and tugging on the neck of his shirt.
"Lucas," Jonah's voice was clipped, tense, "I think you should pull over."
"I can't," Luke sounded defeated, not annoyed, which was a welcome change, "there's no shoulder, we gotta get out from the mountain part..."
"I'm fine," Max scoffed, offended over Jonah advocating on his behalf. Vince swallowed another queasy burp, keeping most of his face out of the window to get some fresh air. The beers had been a mistake, the next burp came up smelling like it and he recoiled.
"Luke, really, find a place to pull over-"
"I am FINE!" Max cried out, despite the sweat matting how his hair, only for Jonah to glare at him.
"LEO is gonna throw up, it's not about you!" He said, sharply, just as Leo let out a groan and hunched forward on the passenger seat, hands frantically reaching for the glovebox.
He pulled out a plastic bag just in time, Luke's own hand trying to aid him into holding it open, as Leo retched loudly and then there was the horrible noise of liquid meeting wrinkly plastic.
Max's mouth was open in a comical O, while Vince gulped down the saliva flooding his mouth, keeping his face now firmly out of the window, no matter if he was basically acting like a dog.
"Oh, buddy," Luke cooed, the car swerving once as he steadied his grip, so one of his hands could be entirely at Leo's disposal, "I'm gonna try to pull over soon, I swear-"
"D'you'avenotherbag?" Max's words were sticking together and he hand hunched into himself, a hand firmly pressed to his mouth, "please...?"
Vince gagged, shutting his eyes in a feeble hope to avoid what he knew was gonna happen next.
"Here, here, here-" Luke, sounding frantic, chorused by Leo losing more of his lunch with a nauseating belch that turned solid-
"Take the bag!" Jonah cried out, his voice climbing to shrill levels, and then there was a guttural belch coming from Max-
Vince didn't hear the rest of it. His own stomach was messed up to begin with, and as soon as the smell hit him, he was done for.
He retched violently out of the window, but nothing came up, because of course not. He had never been lucky throwing up. His ears went deaf and his head drummed, whole body feeling like it was burning. He was sweating like a pig.
The car sped up, instead of slowing down, doing some wild turn that had Vince's head spinning and him groaning. Was Luke trying to kill him?
"Vin, get your head inside! You'll be decapitated like this!" Luke said, while Jonah tugged the back of his shirt, shoving a plastic bag on Vince's lap with rushed, clumsy movements. He had his other hand curled into a white knuckled fist, pressed to his mouth, whole face so ashen he was nearly grey.
Vince fell back down on his seat, opening the plastic bag and staring at his bottom. Blood was drumming in his ears and he could taste last night's beers, but all that kept coming up were frothy burps. He wanted the sandwich out of his stomach now.
In a desperate attempt to not feel so horribly nauseous, Vince shoved a finger down his throat. The effect was instantaneous, a rush of warm beer and clumps of bread fell inside the bag. The car swerved again, his stomach cramped, sweat causing the shirt to cling to his back... Max heaved loudly, more vomit falling inside his bag.
Someone was speaking, but Vince could barely hear over the headache and nausea. He coughed the bits stuck to his throat and gagged again, a more watery wave, then pressed his forehead to the back of the passenger's seat, panting over his open bag.
Slowly, the car came to a stop, but Vince didn't move, waiting for the dizziness to subside.
"Vin'move," Max poked his side and Vince forced himself to nod, spitting the ropey saliva out and snatching his bag closed. He opened the door and stumbled out of the vehicle, quickly followed by Max, who braced against his knees and brought an impressive wave of vomit all over the grassy side of the road.
Luke had run around the car, opening Leo's door and was now kinda crunched over, talking with their friend. Vince had the distinct feeling that Leo was crying, but he wasn't sure, the sunlight was piercing.
He tied a knot to end of his bag and circled the car, so he wasn't so close to the busy road. Luke was coaxing Leo out of car, wrapping an arm around the blonde, whom now Vince could see wasn't crying, but was definitely distraught.
"You good?"
Leo sent him a scathing look over the stupid question, sitting on the ditched driver's seat and letting his head hang. He let out a belch, unabashed, probably feeling too sick to care.
"Okay, okay, okay, I- Shit, okay," Luke mumbled, frantically, "I got this."
Vince raised a skeptical brow, but Max voiced his thoughts, "you don't got shit."
"Shut up, Daniels," Luke said, although he barely seemed to be paying attention. He rubbed a hand over his face, "Vince? Are you good now?"
He raised a hand and shook it from side to side, in a more or less gesture, "dunno, stomach's still iffy."
"Okay, take- Take your time," Lucas grimaced then, "Jon?"
Jonah was still inside the car, which couldn't be good idea, considering three grown men had just puked inside of it. Granted, Vince didn't think any of it had gotten to the upholster, by some miracle, but there was no way that car smelled alright-
"ShIT, JON-" Luke exclaimed, voice rising with urgency and he jumped forward, opening the door and trying to yank Jonah out. He was half a second too slow, hand getting caught in the crossfire as Jonah suddenly gagged and puked all over his lap, shoes and yep, the fucking mat.
"God," Max groaned, far away, turning around and folding by the middle as the sight triggered another wave from him. Vince made a face, averting his eyes from the mess.
Leo looked green as a pickle, but still there was a concerned twist to his mouth and the clear desire to step closer to help, even if he knew he'd be no help.
"Stay seated," Vin bossed stepping forward to help, causing Leo to roll his eyes.
Luke was down in a crouched down position near the backdoor, his singular clean hand holding Jonah by the shoulder, the other one held up in the air. Jon was still retching violently, a puddle forming on the grass.
"Jesus," Vince groaned, "how can I help?"
"Get Daniels," Luke gestured with his vomit covered hand, "get him to stop spewing."
"Oh look, he care-ERghk-" Max tried to mock, interrupted by another violent heave. Vin snorted, walking back to the guy.
"Hey," he spread his legs apart so they were more or less the same height, meeting Max's eyes. There were pained lines around it and he had an arm firmly wrapped around his middle, "talk to me."
"That stupid-" Max panted, a gross line of droll hanging from his bottom lip, "chicken."
"Are we talking food poisoning or just your usual fucked upness?" Vince planted a hand on Max's back, rubbing up and down and feeling a twinge of worry as he could feel the blonde trembling.
"Dunno."
"Great," Vince sighed, running over the events. It could be food poisoning. Max, Leo and Jonah were all puking and all of them had had the chicken... So had he, Vin realized, he had eaten the last of Max's meal.
His stomach immediately soured and he raised a hand to muffle a sick, nauseated burp. He wasn't even sure if he was actually sick or just queasy at the idea of food poisoning.
"M'good now," Jon panted ahead, voice hoarse enough to sound like he had chain smoked his whole life, "fuck, my- My everything."
"We can fix that, don't worry," Luke reassured him, wiggling his hand to try and get the bits of vomit off of it and rounding the car to get to the trunk, "new pants and shoes?"
"Got on my shirt too..." Jonah sounded humiliated.
Leo let out a groan, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead, just as Max jerked with an empty heave and groaned loudly.
"Fuck, it's cramping," he whimpered, reaching behind him and clutching Vin's shirt. Vince moved his hand up, stroking Max's sweaty nape and then pulling back his hair with one hand, the other one holding him by the arm.
"I don't think it's food poisoning, Max," Vince said, wishing he was right. His head was still throbbing and everything was too loud, too bright. Hangover, nothing else, he told himself.
"Leo?" Jonah called, worried, "Leo, how are you?"
"Uhmm," Leo mumbled, holding on the driver's door, "dizzy..."
"Leo's carsick," Vince should not have felt as relieved about that as he was, "I think we just had really, really, shit luck..."
Eventually, Luke managed to coax Jonah and Leo both out of the car and help Jonah undress from his destroyed pants, shirt and shoes, much to the guy's mortification, putting him into a fresh new set.
"Look at you, Luke, all ready to be a dad," Vince teased him, sitting on the ground on the side of the road, watching as Luke used one of their water bottles to wash the mat that Jon had destroyed, "handling it like a champ."
"It's gonna go to his head," Max warned, head hanging between his knees and face pinched. He was the one worse off now. Jonah was just embarrassed and cranky, but otherwise he was fine, Leo felt fine now on solid ground and Vince was still nursing a killer headache, but at least the water was helping with that and the nausea had receded to just queasiness.
"Fuck off, Daniels," Luke's voice was strained as he shook the mat to get the last bits off of it, grimacing, "okay, I say- Back on the road?"
"Just leave me here to die," Leo groaned, resting his head on Jonah's shoulder, "if I get back on the road I'm gonna puke again."
"No, you won't, you took more meds," Luke argued, "you'll be asleep in no time."
"I don't feel sleepy," Leo sounded just as annoyed as Jon looked, "Max is gonna hurl again too, let's just wait."
Clearly Lucas wanted to argue, Vince could tell — and hell, he didn't even blame his best friend, he agreed with him. It was getting dark and soon the side of the road not only would be freezing, but finding the cabin would become such a fucking chore — but he just made a face and stuffed his now clean hands onto his pockets, "yeah, wait, I can wait. I'm patient."
Vince snorted, "are you?"
Max let out a groan next to him, then scooted closer and then pressed himself to Vin's side, apparently feeling sick enough he no longer wanted to keep the obligatory ex-boyfriend distance they were keeping. Vince stiffened for a second, then relaxed, putting a hand on Max's nape and rolling his thumb in an attempt to make the guy feel better.
"I am," Luke swore, staring ahead.
Vin counted twenty seconds before Luke started to thump his foot, quick, like an annoyed bunny. He snorted, cradling his head. He wasn't sure where he had put his sunglasses, but he missed them.
"Vince, can you handle meds? I have Tylenol," Luke had moved, unable to stand still, and was going through his backpack, "I have pepto too, Daniels. Would it help?"
Max's head snapped at his name and he took a second to process the question, "oh yeah, thanks."
"Catch," Luke flung the bottle at his head and Max didn't move a muscle to grab it, only scoffing.
"Do I look like an athlete to you?"
Vince caught it before the pink bottle could smack Max's head — and he pretended he didn't know Luke had a ridiculously amazing aim, star quarterback, everyone — and opened the bottle, offering it to Max.
Luke paced again. Side to side of the car, then circling it, then again-
"You think he's gonna explode if we make him wait longer?" Leo whispered, causing Jonah to chuckle and Vince to smile.
"I'd test it, but I do wanna get back in the car. At least it was comfy, these rocks are hurting my ass."
"Oh no, your best asset!" Vince clutched his chest with fake despair, causing Max to chuckle and elbow him.
"My best assets are my arms, I'll have you know," he scoffed and Vin's smile just widened.
"No, it's your ass, baby, I'd know," Vince rebuked, causing Max's cheeks to dust pink and Jonah to groan loudly.
"No one wants to know, Vince!"
"Okay, are you guys ready to get back in the car!?" Luke exclaimed, having circled it for the fifth time, hands up in the air in an exasperated manner, "c'mon people!"
"Oh," Leo grinned, standing up slowly like an old man, "just had a déjà vu."
Vince caught his drift, smiling right back at him as they said in unison, "yes, captain!"
Lucas glared at them, "you know what, next time one of you puke, I'm not stopping. Assholes."
character b is laying down, burning with fever. character c comes and frowns. “They’re getting worse,” they murmur, gently placing a cool, wet rag on character b’s forehead. Character b whimpers, not liking the feeling. It burns. They reach up a shaky hand, trying to push the rag off, but character a grabs their hand. “Leave it, kiddo,” they say. “You need it, it’s helping. Don’t touch.”
The idea of telltale signs for someone that they ARE about to puke and there’s nothing they can do to stop it are… just so nice to think about. There’s of course the classic “mouth filling up with that weird thick saliva” but I’m talking about whole body sensations too. For someone the signal might be a wave of hot flashes, for someone else it might be sudden cold sweats or chills. It might also be more localized. Maybe their heart starts hammering, or they feel a lump in their throat, or their stomach feels unbearably full out of nowhere. It’s no longer just nausea - it’s their body letting them know that yeah, they are about to puke their guts out.
thinking of a cute sickie dry heaving for a while, unable to get anything up. caretaker patting their back, telling them to relax, it will come up, but sickie just continues to gasp and drool over a trash can, desperate for some relief to their nausea. eventually caretaker manages to calm them down, pry the bin out of their shaky hands and put it away while getting them to lay back. try to rest, they say.
sickie tries, they really do, but when they least expect it, a sudden gag, a weak heave or a distracted burp brings their previous meal to their mouth. they barely have the time to react and leap out of bed, letting it all out on the floor. caretaker is by their side in an instant, rubbing their back, pulling their hair out of the way, hurrying to get the trash can in time, all the while offering them comforting words and easing them through the motions of heaving their guts up. at least they got it out, they aren't mad.
A character so used to being there for and supporting everyone at all times. They’re successful and people do come to them often seeking help— and they put so much effort into making sure of that, making sure they’re approachable and people feel comfortable seeking them out. Except they’re not feeling well and so many people are coming by today asking for them.
But, that can’t stop just because they’re sick. What if they say no once and ruin all that effort they put into building up that trust? So even though they’re dizzy and nauseous and can’t keep anything down, they force a smile and listen to the problems people come to their door with, offer solutions or promise to help them out with it, or just listen.
They end up sitting on their bathroom floor feeling too sick to be anywhere else for long. The next knock that comes at their door, they almost want to cry. They can’t do it anymore, not today, and they feel so guilty. In the end, the knocking becomes more frantic and they drag themselves up to the door and they see their friend/partner standing there. They start to apologize, breaking down thinking that they need something as well and they really can’t deal with anything more today. The friend/partner who just wanted to check on them have their worries instantly confirmed— they look awful, pale and shaky and barely able to stand. They hug them and guide them back to bed, making them lie down and rest, bringing them water and holding their hair while they get sick, along with a bunch of reassurances that it’s fine, don’t worry about anything else, you’re so sick— please, just focus on yourself and rest for once.
I'm on daily medication for my migraines, but I have an abysmally low rate of actually remembering to take them, which means they massively lose effectiveness
The issue was that when I was really ill a few years ago, I had to take upwards of 10 daily medications multiple times a day. I guess I got burnt out from doing that, and now I am lucky enough to need only one daily medication, my brain is just like nope! Not doing it!
Anyway, I just started an SSRI 5 days ago (cries in side effects) and decided enough was enough, and that I need to do something about my adherence to medication regimes.
Do you know what I did? Filled my medication organiser with SMARTIES
Yep. So I bought an organiser again, the smallest little one I could find for literally £1.50. I used to have one of those multiple times a day for a whole MONTH bastards, and filling it up every month was a whole full time job. I put off getting one again for so long but it meant I could never remember if I'd actually taken my meds or not so I inevitably gaslighted myself into never taking them on the offchance I was gonna accidentally overd0se.
I really wanted to do something minimalist this time, so I just got this tiny little shitty organiser, put my meds in it and filled up every days container with SMARTIES, and whatcha know? I've remembered to take my meds every single day since
I figured I never had any issue 'remembering' to eat my Advent calendar at xmas, so this was a play on the same concept. And every morning I remember there is Chocolate waiting for me on top of my coffee machine, and I take them whilst my coffee is brewing. That was always supposed to be the plan, hence why I keep my meds on top of the coffee machine, tie habits to other habits etc etc, but evidently I just needed a bit of extra motivation.
The great thing is, when I refill them for the next week, I have a bunch left over from the tube at the end so I get to eat even more, which is a great incentive to actually fill the organiser back up!
Not enough pointing out characters’ hair being scruffed-up when they’re sick. Usually that’s one of my first tells. Unbrushed hair from the morning when they got up and didn’t have the energy to mess with it, hair that’s gotten messy from their attempts to nap or lay down for a little bit. Hair that’s messier than usual just because they don’t have it in them to fuss with it during the day. More scruffy hair from sick characters nowewwwwwwwwwww
someone coming down with a fever because their body has finally decided it’s had enough. they feel completely drained and exhausted. their eyelids are heavy and their head is pounding. they can feel heat radiating from their own body beneath the blankets, yet they’re shivering at the same time. they press a pillow against their chest, searching for some kind of comfort, wishing someone was there to hold them. with trembling fingers, they grab their phone and open the first conversation they see. the bright screen makes their eyes hurt. "hey, can you come over please? i don’t feel well". they type the message and hit send.
