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[feelingsick]

Romi or Miah with a hella fever? I can't decide which I would like to see rather...

((Written with @sicklyfeels <3 Kaj and Jason are her characters)) 

As soon as he finished the show, Kaj was packing up his gear to leave. Normally he’d hang around to watch the other bands play and just enjoy the festival, but right now his boyfriend was waiting for him at the hotel where he’d stayed back to keep an eye on Miah. Kaj’s cousin had gotten sick almost as soon as they’d arrived in the city. They’d taken him to a clinic when his fever climbed past 102 and had been all but written off.

Let him rest, the doctors advised. Fluids, tylenol, come back if his fever breaks 104. Which it hadn’t yet, thankfully, but that didn’t stop it from wavering around the upper end of 103 for the better part of two days.

Once he’d gotten back to the hotel, he unloaded his gear as quickly as he could, carting all of it up to their room a little too hastily. He made it in one piece, though, and he made a beeline to Miah’s half of the hotel suite, where he was still laying in bed while Jason flipped through the channels on the tv.

“Hey,” Kaj greeted. “How’s everything going?”

Jason looked over to the bed where Miah was sleeping. “He’s been out most of the time. I’ve tried getting him to drink, but it’s been hard getting him up.”

“He’s gotta get fluids, though,” Kaj sighed, worriedly running his fingers through his hair.

Jason stood and went to Kaj’s side, giving his hand a squeeze. “Try getting him up. Maybe he’ll cooperate more for you. I’ll go and grab a cold gatorade for him.”

“Thanks, babe,” Kaj said, standing on tiptoes to kiss Jason’s cheek before he left. He sat down on the edge of Miah’s bed, reaching up to give his shoulder a gentle shake. “Hey, Miah. Wake up, bruv, you’ve gotta drink somethin’.”

Miah’s eyes peeled open, but his gaze was glassy and unfocused. He started to fall back asleep almost immediately, and Kaj had to shake him again to rouse him.

“No, c’mon. Wake up, Miah. We have to take your temperature again get some liquid in you. Jason’s grabbing a drink for you, so you’ve gotta wake up.”

Miah groaned, but he let Kaj pull him upright, leaning heavily against his cousin’s side. Kaj could feel the heat rolling off him, his worry spiking. Jason returned, handing Kaj the bottle of gatorade and taking a seat on Miah’s other side.

“Here we go. C’mon, take a few sips, and I’ll let you lay back down.” He opened up the bottle, holding it to Miah’s lips. Miah took a few obedient sips before he turned his head away, but it was better than nothing. Jason took the bottle from Kaj’s hands as Kaj eased Miah back down onto the bed.

“I want Dodah,” Miah murmured, curling in on himself as he shivered. Kaj frowned, looking up at Jason for a second before looking back down at Miah.

“She’s back home, Miah. M’sorry, I’d take you to her if I could.”

“We’ll be heading home in a couple days,” Jason added, giving Miah’s shoulder a squeeze. “You’ll get to see her soon.”

Miah’s chest jolted with a small, hiccuping sob. “I don’t feel good.”

“I know, Miah. It’s okay,” Kaj said comfortingly. He gave his shoulder a pat, looking uncertainly at Jason. His boyfriend sighed, running a hand over his dreads.

“He’s really hot, Kaj…”

“I know. Should we take him back to the hospital? They made it sound like he was fine, but he’s clearly not...”

“It’s only been a couple days,” Jason said, but it was clear that he was getting worried, too.

“He’s not getting better,” Kaj argued. “At all. His fever should have broken by now, right? They could at least keep him at the hospital for a little while, give him some fluids and fever reducers...”

They both turned to Miah again, watching as he shivered and heaved little tearless sobs.

“Maybe we should take him back,” Jason said.

“Yeah,” Kaj agreed. He put his hand on Miah’s head for a moment, then stood up and grabbed Miah’s backpack, checking inside it to make sure it contained Miah’s inhaler. “C’mon. Let’s get him into the van,” he said. “That bloody clinic is gonna help him whether they want to or not.”

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G3 for Cal? :)

Nausea + at someone’s house

“I poisoned you.”

“What?” Cal asked, surprised. “No you didn’t.” He was glad the table obstructed Toby’s view of his hand resting on his stomach, rubbing small circles into the front of his shirt.

Toby didn’t look entirely convinced of Cal’s statement. “You’re lactose intolerant, and I made Alfredo.”

Cal shrugged, pressing his lips together and swallowing down a nauseous hiccup. “I’m the one who ate it. It’s isn’t like you forced me to.”

In all honesty, Cal hadn’t known what else to do. He’d been doing admin work at the clinic that day, up until Quinn came in and tried to work while running a fever. Their boss had sent Quinn home immediately and Cal had offered to drive him.

Toby had already been making dinner when they arrived. Cal explained what happened and after Toby had helped his boyfriend to bed, had extended Cal an invitation for dinner. Cal accepted, even knowing then that he would be paying for it later.

“Really,” Cal said, muffling a burp into his fist. “Oh—excuse me. It’s just some nausea. I’ll be all right.”

“Just?” Toby asked skeptically. “You look sick, dude.”

Cal wouldn’t go as far as admitting all that to Toby, but he honestly did feel unwell. The thick cream Toby had used in the Alfredo sauce made Cal’s stomach feel tight and bloated, and occasionally the organ let out an ominous burble. He felt like he needed to properly belch, but he was afraid then he’d have more trouble than just a simple stomachache.

He swallowed at the thought. “Maybe… Hey, uh—would it be too much trouble if I stayed here for a little bit? I don’t really want to drive like this.”

Toby rolled his eyes good-naturedly, understanding that Cal didn’t want to puke in his car if it came down to it. “Of course. Go get situated on the couch. I’ll go find you a bucket.”

[emetoandotherthings]

How are Gang 5's relationships with their parents? Adoptive and biological for Bracken and Ceara, please :)

This is a great question - thank you so much 💙

Bracken has never met his biological mum - when he turned 16 he got to read his social work files, and found out he had an older brother (he didn’t know before!), and the reasons for why he was taken into care. He doesn’t want to meet his mum, but he started looking for Aiden. Bracken was adopted when he was 6 (he was called Mark back then!) by Oak and Skye, at that point he was the 3rd adopted child. Oak and Skye are very free spirited, very caring, and make a point of adapting for every child they adopted. Skye is a proper earth mother figure, very protective; and Oak has a very strong bond with Bracken (he was the first adopted boy), he showed Bracken a new way of being masculine, and Bracken just adores him. 

Ceara fucking hates her biological parents - the only memories she has of them are lots of shouting and being hit. She spent quite a long time getting used to Oak and Skye because they were so kind and gentle to her; and she thrived with them. She’s super close to Skye, because Skye never expected anything of her, but always encouraged her. 

Q has super over protective “helicopter” parents, and he’s forever frustrated by this. He’s aware that he’s really disappointed them by his choice of university course, and at the moment they’re not really on speaking terms. He bears a lot of guilt about not living up to their expectations, but knows he has to follow what he wants. 

Rowan’s parents are super horsey people (they run a riding school), and she gets on really well with them - but always wanted to get their attention by being first and winning. Growing up she felt like that was when she got most praise, so that’s what she emulated. She’s really close to her little sister (who is nine years younger than her). 

Gale has an odd relationship with his parents - they’re always expected him and his brothers to be very independent, even with his disability. They’ve got a kind of banter-esque relationship (Q is incredibly jealous!) 

Noah is close to his mum and dad, they’re very supportive and caring. He doesn’t get on too well with his sister - he feels overshadowed a lot (no matter how many times his mum tells him he isn’t!) 

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How about a fic Romi sick at work? Hd thinks he can somehow pull through because he really needs the money and then ends up being sick in front of either the audience or the other dancers, so Bel steps up and looks after a borderline delirious and beyond embarrassed Romi who at first mortified to be seen like this by his idol. When Bel finds out that Romi doesn't have anywhere to go, he takes Romi home with him. Maybe with the phrase "I can't go out there again... everyone saw me throw up!"?

((A/N: I loved this prompt so much! And Romi is really starting to grow on me. I hope I did alright with this!))

When Romi had woken up that evening with a deep ache in his stomach, he’d chalked it up to hunger. He hadn’t eaten well the past few days, so the lightheaded queasy feeling made sense.

What didn’t make sense was how cold he felt. He’d fallen asleep on a park bench directly beneath the midday sun, but despite the warmth he felt chilled. He sat up with a groan, taking a quick glance at his phone. He cursed. It was late, and his shift was supposed to start in an hour. He grabbed his backpack and hurried down the street, ignoring how bad he felt.

The walk only worsened the nauseous churning in his stomach, and by the time he made it to the club, he was feeling well and truly sick. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t had time to grab something to eat, because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to keep it down.

He found his outfit and got changed as quickly as he could, making it to the stage just before it was his turn to go on. Angel was standing off to the side, looking over the notes for the night’s show.

“Cutting it kind of close, aren’t you?” he asked, not even looking up. Despite his calm tone, Romi couldn’t help the panic that rose at the thought that he might be fired over this slight transgression.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I slept late on accident. I got here as quick as I could.”

Angel looked up slowly, his brow furrowing immediately.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You don’t look so good, kid.”  

“I’m fine,” Romi answered quickly. “Just...just a little nervous.”

“You’re pale,” Angel protested. “And you’re sweating.”

“If you’re sick, you should go home,” a voice said suddenly. Romi spun to find Bel walking up to them, smiling kindly as he always was. His stomach churned hard, nausea and nerves warring against him. He swallowed, forcing himself to straighten.

“I’m okay,” he insisted. “I can still work.”

“We can get someone to cover you,” Bel said. “Why don’t you do home?”

There was nothing Romi wanted to do more than that, but he needed the money. He shook his head. “Please,” he pleaded, trying to keep his voice even. “I really...I need this.”

Bel’s expression softened, though Angel didn’t look particularly convinced.

“Two songs, then I want you to take a break,” Bel compromised. “Got it?”

Romi shuddered as his stomach gave a queasy turn. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to nod. He heard the music fading out, taking the lights with it as the room broke out into raucous applause. Kasimir stepped backstage, looking sweaty and out of breath, but absolutely glowing. He gave Romi a pat on the back as he moved past.

“You’re up, kid.”

Romi’s legs shook as he took his place on the stage, and he gripped the bar if only to give himself something steady himself with. He heard the music start, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. His vision swam, making his stomach lurch again, sending a splash of acid up his throat. He fought to swallow it back down.

He shouldn’t have insisted on going out there. He should have left. He should have called in.

He heaved again, clamping his hands over his mouth in an attempt to hold back the rush of vomit that forced its way up his throat. It sprayed from between his fingers, staining his top as he fought to keep it from dripping onto the stage.

Hands were suddenly on his shoulders, and he glanced up to see Bel just before the lights flicked off again. Despite the darkness, Bel had no trouble guiding him off the stage and into the dim lighting of the dressing room.

“Ellie, you’re on,” Bel shouted, keeping a protective arm around Romi’s shoulders as they made their way towards the couch. “I need a wastebasket, too.”

Bel eased him onto the couch, and a second later there was a trash can beneath his chin. He clung to it as his stomach heaved again, all the while intensely aware of Bel’s presence.

Shame burned him from the inside out, adding to the hot, sick feeling in his stomach. He couldn’t stand that Bel was seeing him like this, and when Bel found some tissues and began cleaning the puke from his hands, Romi couldn’t take it anymore. He sobbed, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. Bel paused, his expression softening instantly.

“Hey, now,” Bel said gently. “Come on, you’re okay.”

Romi shook his head. “I threw up in front of all those people,” he cried. “I can’t...I can’t go out there again.”

Bel gently pushed the curls off Romi’s sweat-slick forehead.

“Well, you’re definitely not going back out there tonight,” he agreed. “But once you’re feeling better, you should. Trust me, you’re not the first person to puke on stage, and you won’t be the last. These things happen.”

Romi shuddered as his stomach cramped again. The crying wasn’t going him any favors, and he leaned his head over the wastebasket just as his stomach sent up another splash of bile. Bel clucked his tongue.

“Poor thing. Looks like you’ve caught a bug. Let’s get you home so you can sleep this off, okay?”

Romi’s eyes widened, a sense of panic gripping his chest.

“Can’t I just stay here?” he asked. “Just for a little bit. I-I promise I won’t get in the way, I just--” He swallowed back a gag, his head spinning with the nausea. He thought he saw Bel’s expression change before he smiled again, giving Romi a pat on the shoulder as he stood and walked away.

Romi just let his head hang over the trashcan, crying to even out his breathing even though all he wanted to do was give in to the barely contained sobs stuck in his chest. He’d almost lost the battle when Bel was suddenly beside him again, having gathered both of their bags and belongings.

“Come on,” Bel said gently, giving him a warm smile.

Romi sniffed, letting Bel help him to his feet. He clung to the wastebasket.

“Where...where are we going?”

Bel looped an arm around him to steady him as they walked.

“My place. You need sleep, and someone to look after you for a bit.”

Romi blinked, turning the words over in his tired, fever-addled brain. He didn’t understand why Bel was being so kind to him, only that Bel was kind to everyone. Maybe Bel knew more about his living situation than he thought, or maybe it didn’t matter.

Either way, despite the pain in his stomach, Romi felt safer than he had in a long time.

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@sickficlover it was My Hero Academia! 😅

[i-am-too-sick]

What happens if Quinn drinks milk?

He gags. 😅 He’s never liked it, even as a kid, so now he avoids it altogether.

[emetoandotherthings]

What are the relations of Gang five among each other?

You asked, and so did someone else - they asked “Oooh yayyy! What type of relationship do they have with each other, are any of them dating?” - Thank you both! 

So, they all live in a student house together, which is how they’ve all really gotten to know one another, and they’re really fortunate that they’ve all got on. There’s a few over and above relationships apart from them all just being friends, and they are:

Bracken and Ceara - they are adopted siblings, they come from a big family, into which they are all adopted, but these two have grown up as close siblings (almost twins). Taking this further, Bracken is desperately in love with Ceara, he has been for a while, but he’s terrified that it’s wrong because she’s his “sister” 

Gale and Q - They’re a couple, though a relatively new one, but they’re getting to know one another. 

Ceara and Noah and Rowan - these three are v close friends, they’ve bonded well together and spend quite a bit of their free time with one another. 

Bracken and Gale - Also v close, especially as they’re on the same course. 

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ for all your OCs ^.^

Thank you so much for all of these! I tried to think of facts that you guys may not know or ones I don’t mention very often. Under a cut for length!

Quinn⭐️ his father died when he was 8⭐️ he doesn’t like the taste of milk⭐️ gets carsick in the backseat⭐️ his favorite food is pepperoni pizza⭐️ likes space

Toby⭐️ has a twin sister named Rosalie⭐️ cooking relaxes him⭐️ is very competitive in video games⭐️ met Quinn before he dropped out of college⭐️ is scared of the movie E.T.

Alex⭐️ teaches English lit at a community college⭐️ his family owns a five star restaurant⭐️ an only child⭐️ has epilepsy⭐️ doesn’t like to drink alcohol

Sawyer⭐️ Quinn’s cousin⭐️ is afraid of enclosed spaces, especially elevators⭐️ has the biggest sweet tooth⭐️ lives with his parents and hates every minute of it⭐️ has an older sister named Harper

Callaghan⭐️ has a scholarship to play basketball⭐️ favorite fruit is oranges⭐️ hates rainy days⭐️ likes to watch baking shows/competitions⭐️ lactose intolerant

Ally⭐️ childhood friend of Quinn and Sawyer⭐️ has a mild peanut allergy⭐️ likes to travel⭐️ has eclectic sense of style⭐️ her favorite movie is Pretty Woman