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It's been like a year cause life got in the way and I just didn't really have the motivation. I'm gonna be so honest, I'm really debating scrapping all of these characters and making new ones.

The original cast of characters I was using, weren't suppose to have an actual story, so I threw them into this, but I did end up revamping them and giving them a proper story concept at some point. Which would normally be fine since it was primarily taking their concepts, but it does mess me up a bit with envisioning stuff when I write.

So this is just kind of me saying that I do intend to write new fics (once uni midterms are over), but they'll probably contain a new cast of characters + some slightly altered plot stuff (mainly I'm thinking about switching the sport to swimming and changing some things with the characters).

But yeah!! I do intend to write more, mainly as practice for some bigger, personal projects when school lightens up on me a bit. Sorry for just vanishing, but I'll (hopefully) be back soon with a new cast of characters :)

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fics where a character fakes sick to get out of doing something and ends up getting forreal sick? nice fics where a character who fakes sick all the time and ends up getting forreal sick but no one believes them until they get really really sick? hella nice

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I swear I'm going to write the fic from the poll, but school has been brutally murdering me last term. I have a bit more time now though, so maybe I'll try to get around to it when I can.

On an unrelated note, I was thinking and I came to the conclusion that if I ever throw up irl cause I haven't in a long long time, I feel like my jaw would lock since the joints there are a little messed up. Which would be an intresting experience, I think, if that does happen.

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I swear I'm writing the prompt that won (I believe it's the date night one), but I forgot I had a paper due on Wednesday, so !! Might be a little postponed :(

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can you write a fic where jon thinks that he screwed up an important test and gets super anxious so much so that on results day he’s puking and refusing to eat until he gets the results only to realize that he did amazing? and caretaker leo

Leo was really cozy, his head buried in the pillows. He could vaguely feel JD purring against his stomach, her little body pressed up against his and moving with her breathing as she slept. The room was cold, but he was warm and he didn't want to get up at all.

Vaguely he wondered why he had even woken up, hand reaching out blindly for Jonah's shoulder... And met nothing. Leo frowned in his sleep, before a noise caused him to open his eyes in alarm.

Jonah throwing up.

Leo raised his head, "Jon?" he called, slightly alarmed. His boyfriend wasn't in bed, but the bathroom door was open, hence the loud noise. Still sleep drunk, Leo stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom.

Jonah was standing in front of the toilet, one hand planted to the wall before him, half bent at the waist as he spat the sour taste in his mouth. Leo frowned, rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Instead of answering him, Jon swallowed convulsively, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to keep from throwing up again. Leo yawned, holding a fist in front of his mouth and sleepily trying to make sense of the situation.

This clearly wasn't vertigo, so his brain was struggling to find it in it to worry.

"Did you eat something off?" Leo asked, his voice still raspy, walking further in and grabbing the glass they left on top of the sink to wash their mouths, filling it up with water.

Jonah's shoulders were trembling, but there was no heat radiating from him. Quite the opposite, he was cold to the touch. Only then did Leo realize his boyfriend was shirtless.

"Why in tarnation are you shirtless, Jon?"

Jonah let out a chuckle, that quickly turned into a whimper as he pressed his eyes to the inner part of his arm that was resting on the wall, "it was suffocating me."

"What's wrong, baby?" Leo was slightly more awake now, "are you done here? Can you come back to bed?"

"Which question you want me to answer?" Jonah scoffed, flushing the toilet and pulling back. He still looked dangerously grey, sweat collection on top of his lip as he leaned over the sink to wash his mouth.

"Uhm, you're fine," Leo concluded with a yawn, planting a hand in the middle of his back and rubbing up and down, "let's go back to bed, I'll rub your tummy. You can snuggle with JD."

"Told you..." Jonah let out a little soft burp and cringed, closing his eyes, "t'stop... letting her on the bed."

"Shhh, don't even think about it," Leo grinned, rolling his eyes and pressing his thumb and index to the back of Jonah's neck, rubbing gentle circles there, "poor baby."

"Shut the fuck up," Jonah groaned, without any heat to his voice, sounding almost a little embarrassed. His tentative smile slipped out as he mumbled a soft, "oh no," and lurched back to the toilet, this time dropping to his knees as he heaved.

Leo felt a little more awake now, as he crouched down next to his boyfriend and rubbed his back, coaxing him to breathe. Nothing came up but a few specks of spit and some burps, but Jonah was still panting as his stomach calmed down.

"Jon?" Leo brushed his curls back from his forehead, pressing his hand to it, "baby, talk with me? You're freaking me out here."

Jonah let out a groan, pulling back from the toilet and forcing himself back up again, this time swaying a little, enough that Leo grabbed his bicep to steady him.

"Jon-"

"I'm okay," he interrupted, leaning over the sink and swishing water around in his mouth, before spitting it out again, "my stomach's just a mess, I'm fine, I swear."

"Listen to yourself," Leo rolled his eyes, tugging at his arm, "come to bed, it's freezing here. What's wrong with your stomach?"

"It's just nerves," Jon allowed Leo to push him sitting on the bed and hunched over, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Unlike when he ate something off, there was no puffiness whatsoever.

Leo frowned, turning around to grab Jon something else to wear and settling for a thick creamy cardigan, it buttoned up and had a v-neck that wouldn't suffocate him, "here, put this on before you catch your death."

"That's not how contagion works at all," Jonah mumbled, but put the cardigan on, before shuddering with the cold, "I'm fine, stop looking at me like that."

"Like you just threw up your guts?"

"It was nowhere near that much."

Leo wrinkled his nose, crawling on the bed and falling on his side. He opened a pleased smile as JD immediately moved closer to him, so she could curl up near his neck.

"Lie down," Leo said, grabbing the back of Jonah's cardigan, "c'mon, lie down."

Jon groaned, slipping under the blankets and rolling closer, so he could press the top of his head to Leo's shoulder meeting the mattress, starting to gently pet JD and causing her eyes to close into little lines.

"She's purring like crazy," Leo smiled, turning his head so he could press his lips to Jon's temple, "what are you thinking about that's so horrible it made you sick?"

"The residency roll out is going to be today," Jonah mumbled, clearly not wanting to even think about it, "so I'll know if I got into cardiology or not..." his voice drifted off and Leo let out a huff.

"And you're worried? Baby, you're the best of your class," he rolled his eyes, squeezing Jonah a little tighter, "you could've gotten in any residency, Jon."

"I don't know, I think I kinda fucked the interview," Jonah rolled away, flat on his back and grabbed JD, pulling her to snuggle on top of him. The cat let out an indignant meow, slapping his chin lightly with her paw and then moving so she could curl up near his armpit, huffing.

"Fucked the interview?"

"I'm not the most likeable person," Jonah said and although he was trying to be nonchalant about it, he sounded quite bothered. Leo frowned, moving closer so he could cup Jon's face.

"You're not nearly as mean as you wanna think you are," he said, glaring at his boyfriend, "all you have is a chronic case of resting bitch face, you're one of the most caring people I know and you're a brilliant doctor. They'll take you in, Jon."

Jonah's brows dipped and he shrugged, looking scarily close to tears before he nodded and turned his head slightly, hiding it on the pillow "can we just cuddle?" he asked in a small voice and Leo promptly wrapped his arms and legs around him, like an octopus.

"Absolutely," Leo smiled, squeezing him and Jon let out a little groan at being squished like that, squirming so they could hug properly.

It was still really early on Saturday morning and Leo found himself starting to float in and out of conscience, still stroking Jon's back, occasionally letting his hand stop near where JD was purring in her sleep.

He felt Jonah slump into his arms, starting to relax, but then Leo' stomach interrupted them both by growling loudly. They were pressed together, so there was no pretending Jon didn't hear it.

"You should go eat," he said, pulling back and Leo squeezed his shoulders, keeping him put.

"I'm fine, really," he said, stopping Jon from breaking apart in the hug. Jonah let out a soft chuckle, removing Leo's arms from around him.

"Go eat."

"Urgh," Leo groaned, sitting up and rubbing his own stomach. It was hollow, completely empty, "fine. What do you want from the kitchen?"

"Nothing," Jonah shook his head, gulping down, "I'm good."

"You're still nauseous?" Leo frowned, reaching for him and cupping Jon's cheeks, "baby, you have to eat something, you already got sick, you'll just make the nausea worse if you don't."

Jonah grimaced, sitting up on the bed and nodding. Instead of answering Leo, he got up and silently followed him to the kitchen, JD following him closely, playing the hem of his pants.

Leo walked straight to the fridge. He hadn't realized he was hungry, but now that he was aware of it, it felt like he was starving. He pulled out a cartoon of eggs, some cheese, milk and butter, before looking over his shoulder.

"Grab me a bowl, would you?" he asked, eyeing Jonah up and down.

It was so wild that Jon was stressing this much about getting in, when it was pretty much a given that he would. Leo had already bought his gift, a beautiful thick white coat with Dr. Jonah Banks, MD embroidered to the right side of his chest, with space under for his specialty and his initials embroidered on the cuffs.

"Here," Jonah passed him a small bowl and then leaned against the kitchen sink as Leo cracked the eggs and started beating the ingredients together, "what if I don't get in?"

Leo frowned, the thought hadn't ever occurred to him. In his mind Jonah was already matched and working. He continued whisking the eggs as he turned to look at Jon, "then you apply next year again, babe and you can keep working at the hospital even if you don't get a residency."

"If I'm hired," Jonah said forlornly, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "which I wouldn't be, because who's gonna want a denied resident."

"You're not even graduated yet and you already have people who specifically ask for you at the ER," Leo rolled his eyes, "they'd be silly not to hire you and if they don't, there's other places you can work at. A million clinics."

"I need to have a residency for those," Jonah grumbled and Leo cringed at him finding every viable obstacle to justify his panic.

"Not for all of them. Besides, this is not a conversation we should even be having, because you'll get in. I already know it," he poured the omelet mixture in the frying pan and then moved closer to Jonah, grabbing the front of his cardigan, "take a deep breath, Jon."

Jonah obeyed, ducking his head so Leo couldn't see his eyes and then blonde let out a sigh, leaning in and pressing a haphazard kiss to Jonah's brow, "I believe in you."

"I think I'm gonna throw up again," Jonah answered instead of acknowledging Leo's words, wrapping both arms around his stomach, "I really don't feel well."

"Go sit down by the couch, I'll bring you some tea and your vertigo cookies. They should be bland enough," Leo eyed the frying pan, one hand going up Jon's back without any thought behind it.

Jonah nodded, quietly, moving away and JD let out a meow, confused as of why everyone was in the kitchen and not filling up her bowl.

"Here, you spoiled cat. Breakfast for you too," Leo scoffed, crouching down to fill her bowl up and pressing a kiss between her ears. He folded the omelet, leaving it to finish cooking and put the kettle on, sorting through the box where Jonah kept all his tea packets.

Leo couldn't remember the last time he had drunk tea, but Jonah, in true English fashion, had it almost every day, when he was not chugging coffee. Lately he was drinking more coffee than tea.

He found the peppermint one and then tilted his body back, so he could look at Jon in the living room. He was curled up on his side on the couch, as if watching television, except the TV was turned off. Leo sighed, it broke his heart to see him so unbelieving on himself, it wasn't like Jonah at all.

"Here, angel," Leo said a couple minutes later, handing Jonah a mug filled with tea and some biscuits, while sitting down holding his own plate. Jonah curled up further so Leo could sit right next to him and took a gulp of the tea, eyeing the omelet with disgust.

"Thanks," he said, nibbling at the biscuits with grimace, "my father will be insufferable if I don't get in the residency."

Leo's eyebrows shot up. He could count in one hand the amount of times in the almost two years they had been together, that Jon had mentioned his father. And it had never been like this, never like his dad actually held any impact in Jonah's life, his words were always amused or simply uninterested.

"Your dad?"

"He was first of his class. Honors graduate from Harvard University," Jonah curled up even more, taking another sip of his tea, "of course he got in his residency first thing, too."

Leo's curiosity was piqued, but he tried not to press for details no matter how much he wanted to. Jon wasn't looking so well and he was worried asking a bunch of questions wouldn't help.

"Uhm... Is he coming next week? For graduation?"

Jonah nodded quietly, then planted a hand in the middle of his chest, massaging it as if a burp was stuck, "Jackie posted all over her Instagram that she's coming, so of course he's coming too."

"Of course," Leo agreed, as if he was in the gossip, "you said they don't like each other."

"That's a way of saying it," Jonah grimaced, then muffled a little sick burp against his fist, "at least Jackie seems genuinely excited about me graduating, Jasper is just..." he made a face, then swallowed thickly.

"Jon-"

"And if I don't get in the residency, then he's going to blow a casket and I normally don't care what he thinks, but it's just- I'm a better doctor than he is. I give a shit. I'm a better person than he is, it's not fucking fair-"

"Babe, calm do-"

"And he's going to make a huge fuss with Jackie too and knowing mom she'll throw the biggest tantrum, which will ruin graduation... That's assuming they'll even show up if I don't get-" he interrupted himself with a sharp gag and Leo, who had already put away his plate in prediction of this, jumped to help.

The next gag morphed into a burp halfway through and regurgitated tea splashed all over Jonah's hands, his half filled mug... He heaved again and more vomit covered his lap.

Leo let out a whine, carefully taking the disgusting mug from him and the ruined cookies that were covered in vomit and trying his best not to gag in disgust. He dumped it all in the sink, before rushing back to the living room.

Jon had wrapped an arm around his belly, his pants had soaked the tea vomit through, so now there was just a big wet spot and a stain at the bottom of his cardigan.

"Aw Jon..." Leo sighed, crouching next to him and using the dishcloth to wipe at his chin and hands, "you're okay, I got you..."

Jon shook his head, his throat working nervously, "still think I'm gonna puke..."

"Okay, okay, can you stand?" Leo wrapped a hand around his arm and Jonah allowed him to pull himself up. Leo meant to take him back to the suite, but Jonah stumbled in the guest bathroom since it was closer, falling down to his knees and pushing the lid open just in time to cough up the rest of the tea.

"Maybe tea was a bad idea..." Leo whispered, lowering himself too and rubbing Jon's back, "it's okay, get it up, then we can go back to bed..."

Jonah heaved again, but his stomach was empty. He let out a whine and Leo wrapped an arm around his back, pulling him closer, "shhh, baby, I got you."

He heard a hiccup, which quickly morphed into a sob and Jon pressed against him, hiding his face on Leo's arm as he tried valiantly not to cry.

"Hey..." Leo hugged him closer, "Jon, you can cry if you want to, it's okay..."

"I'm not gonna cry," Jonah scoffed, although his voice was choked up and Leo let out a huff.

"I cry in front of you all the time," he squeezed the other man, "it's okay, baby..."

A little sniffle answered him, but other than that, just Jonah's difficult breathing as he tried to work through the nausea and nervousness. Across the house Leo heard his phone going off and he stiffened up, so did Jon.

"I gotta pick up..." he said, his voice all hoarse and Leo rolled his eyes.

"No, you don't-"

"I do, what if it's the University?" Jonah rested an elbow on the toilet, spitting inside of it and looking even more pale.

"I'll get your phone, stay here," Leo said, springing up. It was not the university.

Wendy's name was displayed across the front, so Leo picked it up without thinking.

"Wendy, now's not a good time-"

"JON!?" Wendy sounded breathless as she yelled in the phone and Leo cringed, pulling back from the device.

"No, it's Leo. Jonah's not-"

"LEO!" Wendy squealed again, "WHERE'S JON! HE GOT IN! HE GOT IN!!"

Leo's heart plummeted down and he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his voice low, "how do you know that...?"

Wendy was giggling, her excitement was contagious, "I came to the University to get my results and I met with Dr. Stewarts in the hallway and he's the supervisor for cardiology and he asked if Jonah had seen his email, because he got in!! HE GOT IN!!"

"Oh shit, I- I'll call you back, Wendy. I'll have Jon call you," Leo said, his heart starting to hammer away as excitement washed over him too, "bye, thank you, love you-bye," he mumbled the words, hanging up without hearing her answer and then skipped back to the bathroom.

While he was away, Jonah had somehow managed to curl up in an even smaller ball near the toilet and he barely glanced up as he heard Leo enter the bathroom again.

"I didn't get it, right?" he said in a little voice and Leo nearly screamed as he dived down to pull Jonah into a hug.

"YOU GOT IN!" He exclaimed, nearly deafening his boyfriend and pulled back, pressing a kiss over his lips, puke breath be damned. Jonah was still confused, as he pulled back.

"Leo?"

"YOU GOT IN! Wendy just called, Stewarts told her! You got in, Jonah!" Leo rattled him like a toy and Jonah let out a squeak, finally realizing what he was saying.

"I got in!?"

"YES!" Leo shook him again, "you did, of course you did! I knew you would!"

He did not expect Jonah to burst into tears. Leo froze, alarmed, as Jonah's frown cleared up and big fat tears sprung up.

"Oh baby, c'mere-" Leo wrapped his arms around him and Jonah hugged him back immediately, continuing to cry, "shhh- I know, it's a lot..." he smiled, squeezing Jon against him.

Jonah tried to say something, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish and he settled for simply returning the hug, as Leo rocked them and kissed the side of his head over and over.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered, squeezing Jonah until the other man let out a choked up chuckle and said he couldn't breathe.

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I keep forgetting to write the oc intro stuff, maybe I should do that tomorrow instead.

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Thinking about writing tomorrow since I've been so busy I haven't had a chance in a bit. I have a few brief ideas, so holding a poll !

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this is my last concrete idea prompt that i had B) it didn't really turn out how i planned, but that's okay! also, it's relatively based on how i get on the rare occasion in cars which i literally just don't know how to describe.

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The bus ride back is obnoxiously bumpy and the thought of committing mass murder crosses Blake's mind at the laugh Jason lets out from beside him at the movement. First person would be Jason on the sheer principle of how annoying he has been for all the years he has known him. Second would be Jesse for making them have to sit next to each other for "team bonding". Third is the Coach for approving that decision. Fourth is the bus driver for making what is supposed to be a normal drive back from their game absolutely hell.

As if whatever higher power just wanted to laugh at him further, the second the last thought crossed his mind, the bus ran over another pothole. The bump jerked everyone forward, knocking Blake into the seat in front of him. Effectively snapping him out of his thoughts as his face made contact with the scratchy fabric. As if to add insult to injury, Jason turned to look at him at just the right time to see it happen.

Jason burst out into laughter, attracting the attention of the people in front of them, as they were seated in the absolute back of the bus. Tavin's head popped up over the headrest, questioning Jason on what he found so funny.

Scowling even further when Jason eagerly jumped up to explain, Blake stared out the window as a flush crept up his neck. His head was already starting to hurt from the movement of the bus, he did not need to deal with Jason's teasing too. There were like two hours until they got back, maybe he could just sleep.

Eyes closed, Blake presses his cheek against the cool glass of the window. It’s soothing, as the coldness seeps into his skin. Maybe he can make it through this with only minimal bodily harm to his very annoying seatmate who he can hear making fun of him for what happened earlier.

Stubbornly keeping his eyes closed, Blake drifts. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. Faintly aware of the yapping in the bus and the weird twinge of pain in his head.

It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes before an elbow slammed into his biceps. Blinking his eyes open at the pain, Blake’s first thought is ‘fuck you, Jason.’ Followed by ‘fuck, my head hurts.’

The bus knocks into another pothole, and he grimaces at the jostling of his head. It feels like there’s a lump in his throat, some sort of pressure pushing down on it. Squinting, the pain in his head only escalates when he looks around the bus. He makes eye contact with Jason who immediately starts being annoying.

“Why are you looking at me,” he rolls his eyes. “I know I’m pretty, but I’m not here for you to stare at.”

Swallowing thickly, Blake frowns. “How much longer?” He can’t be bothered to deal with Jason and all his self-absorbed whatever. His head hurts, but not in the typical headache way.

Jason frowns, slightly weirded out that he didn't take the bait. Normally both him and Blake can and will take every opportunity given to try to one-up each other, whether that be with words or actions. "Hour and a half, sleeping beauty," Jason scoffs mockingly.

That's…that's only thirty minutes? Maybe Blake will actually just die instead. Ever since he was rudely bright back to the present, something has just felt off. Throat tight and head pounding, looking out the window is better than looking around the inside of the bus, however marginally. He keeps his eyes trained on the horizon, trying to figure out what's wrong.

Jason has long since gone silent, looking at him strangely. As much as they hate each other, you don't go years knowing each other without, you know, knowing each other. It all seems relatively normal until one of the large signs on the highways, that lists the upcoming exits and directions come up.

The words flash by and subconsciously, Blake's eyes latch on to read them. That's…that's so much worse, something in his throat squeezes and then pulls and oh…Oh. He swallows thickly before closing his eyes stubbornly. The swaying and bumps of the bus aren't helping, but at least he doesn't have to see any more signs.

Normally, Jason might push off telling the Coach or Captain about something like this happening to Blake as payback for something he did, but seated next to him, he's actually in the splash zone if anything were to happen. Glancing over at Blake's palling face, he makes a decision.

Nudging the chairs in front of them until Tavin pokes his head up over the top again, tilting his head questioningly at Jason. "Think he's motion sick," he murmurs, nodding over to where Blake is sitting perfectly still, tension visible all over his body.

Inhaling sharply, Tavin winces at the sight. "Yeah…Let me wake up Jess, he'll probably know what to do."

A minute passes by before Jesse pops up, frowning at the sight. "Is he listening? Never mind, I have a plastic bag here that you can give him just in case. Of course, you can switch seats with me and I can keep an eye on him instead if you're not comfortable."

"Fuck, you're such a mom, Jess," Tavin teases him. "Just say you want to look after the kid."

Jason ignores him, instead contemplating it. He's honestly kind of out of his depth, never mind the fact that he doesn't really want to deal with vomit, much less from the guy he hates. Glancing over at him, Jason notes how his eyes are scrunched shut, throat bobbing with every swallow. "...you sure that's alright?"

Jesse nods, and they hurriedly switch seats. Sliding into the seat in front next to Tavin, he frowns worriedly.

"Don't worry so much about your friend, Jess knows what he's doing," Tavin tries to reassure him. "Practically a mother hen to the entire team if they'd let him."

"I'm not worried," Jason scoffs. "And he's not my friend."

In the seats behind him, everything is a lot less calm. There's a building pressure in Blake's throat. He wouldn't say it's like nausea, but he feels close enough to throwing up whatever he ate after the game that it doesn't even matter. His head is pounding, the world swaying beneath his feet.

There's a hand rubbing up and down his back, a voice murmuring something to him. He can't open his mouth to talk around the tight squeezing of his esophagus.

"Blake? Hey, kid, I need you to help me out here." The voice is from next to him, but it doesn't sound like Jason. "Can you open your eyes for me?" He really really doesn't want to, but he wants to know who this is.

Squinting his eyes open, he sees long…hair? Hm…the only person on the team with long enough hair is Jesse. He'd be a little more embarrassed about this happening in front of his captain if he didn't feel so bad. 'At least it's an upgrade from Jason,' he thinks bitterly. Jason would never let him live it down on any bus rides later in the season.

"Okay, okay, thank you, that’s good. Do you feel like you're going to be sick?" Jesse's voice is careful and soft. Somehow just parental enough to feel safe without being patronizing.

Blake nods. The tightness in his throat is worse with his eyes open. Eyes glancing around, he tries to breathe through it. Jesse passes him a plastic shopping bag, the logo written on the side of it. Glancing away before he has the chance to properly read the words.

The bus suddenly runs over a pothole and the tightness in his throat pulls up and then out. Tongue pushes forward as he jerks into a silent gag. His body convulses slightly as he clamps a hand over his mouth.

Jesse is quick to grab the bag, holding it up underneath him. "Just breathe. It's okay."

Another bump in the bus and sick pours from his mouth, just barely managing to move his hand in time. Blake can barely register what's happening anymore, stuck in a haze of discomfort. His head hurts and his stomach feels weird and there's something that feels like it's stuck in his throat. The bus is making the ground feel unstable, and he barely realizes he's throwing up again until he hears the vomit hit the puddle at the bottom of the bag and Jesse's murmurs of comfort.

The sick pools in the bottom of the plastic bag, undigested foods tainting it a disgusting beige. Looking down at that sight of it is almost enough to make him vomit again. Thankfully he manages to restrain himself, spitting into the bag before drawing back.

By now his eyes are closed, trying to block out the sight of the sick and from triggering anything even further. Groaning quietly, he slumps against the back of his seat on the bus.

"Are you feeling any better?" Jesse asks carefully. "Think you're done for now?"

It takes a second to mentally survey everything before Blake replies. "M'done." He's dizzy and his head hurts and he just wants to sleep through the rest of the bus ride. Leaning against the window, he can faintly hear Jason and Jesse talking before a water bottle is pressed to his lips.

"Take a sip and then you can sleep," a voice, likely Jesse, instructs him.

He does, the cool water washing away the foul taste, before closing his eyes. This time slipping into a deep sleep.

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Feels weird typing this off anon, but I'm glad you like him !! I only really had three set fics planned to write before I have to come up with new things, but I am writing for Blake in the one I'm working on !

True, I just haven't had any of my work posted online in a while, so it's just a bit scary !! My sickfic account is @simply-un-well though ! (Thia device is only logged into my main, so sending this on anon.)

Also, all your characters are so fun. I love going back and rereading, just seeing how their relationships with each other develop and everything :D

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Hi Ghost! Welcome in this little corner of the interwebs! I already love your OCs, Blake being my favorite. Rivalries are just sooo fun. The roller coaster fic... Poor baby 😭😭i'm going to have a blast following your stories

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school has been brutal, but finally got the chance to write some more !! intro to some of the team + heat exhaustion. requests are open, but i was thinking about doing a motion sickness one next ! or maybe an oc intro, who knows

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A sharp whistle echoed around the field, drawing the attention of the players. It's boiling outside, but for some horrid reason, Coach has decided that today would be a perfect day to do stamina training. As the team starts to gather around, he explains the plan for today's practice.

"Okay, I know that it's still relatively early into this year, so we're going to start conditioning your bodies. This exercise will count as both endurance training and a bonding exercise with your teammates," he recites. "In this park, there's a five-mile trail-"

There's an outbreak of murmuring after that, five miles isn't too bad normally, but in this heat? Jason groans audibly before getting elbowed in the side by Blake. Glaring he gestures for Jason to shut up.

Coach claps to get their attention back on him. "Yes, I know it's hot out, but you're going to be playing in heat like this during some of your games. I'll be dividing all of you up into groups. You will introduce yourself to each other and run the trail together."

Jason sighs, tuning Coach out as he begins to read off the names of each group. Blake and him are the only two first years that he knows of so far. Running with upperclassmen just doesn't seem that fun, but at least they might not-

"Tucker, Ackers, Salem, Hakashis," Coach calls out. Jason glances to the side, meeting Blake's eyes and sighing exasperatedly. Of course, it's their luck to get out in the same group.

It takes them a minute to find who else is in their group, only figuring it out when one of the taller guys waves them over. He's the second tallest of the three people huddled together, with tan skin and brown hair. The other two have the same black hair and cream-coloured skin.

Nudging Blake, Jason frowns. "Wasn't only four last names called out?" His question earns him an eye roll before Blake pushes past, leaving him to catch up.

"I'm guessing you two are first years?" The guy who waved them over smiles at them. "Name's Tavin, most people on the team call me Tavi. I'm a fourth-year student."

Nudging the taller guy next to him, Tavi gestures for him to go next. The guy shakes his head amused before introducing himself. "Jesse, fourth year, technically captain. It's good to see some new people on the team."

Jason grimaces internally, it's just his luck to be placed with the one guy he's hated for most of his life, and two fourth years, where one of them happens to be the captain. Before either Blake or him can introduce themselves, the third person standing there cuts in.

"Ace Hakashi, they/them, third year, unfortunately, related to the captain." That makes a lot more sense as to why there were only four names called out.

"You're just annoyed that you have to listen to me," Jesse smirks before turning back to Jason and Blake. "What are your names?"

Jason glances at Blake before hesitantly speaking up. "Jason or Jay, either or works, first year." His face feels hot with embarrassment as he trails off shrugging slightly, unsure of what else to say.

"Blake, first year," his voice is careful, introduction straight to the point.

Tavi nods before smiling. "Have either of you run this trail before?" Two shakes of the head from both first years. He grins, "You'll love this trail. It's not super hard or anything!"

Jason can't help but feel a little eager, he's always been a pretty big runner. Same with Blake, the two of them constantly competing against each other for speed.

"-we're probably going to go at a bit of a slower speed to warm up in the beginning." Jason tunes back into what Jesse was saying. "If anyone in the group needs to slow down, take a water break, or anything, let everyone else know so that we can adjust accordingly." There's a few nods of acknowledgment before he seems satisfied.

Jason spends the next few minutes lost in thought as the third and fourth years talk amongst each other a bit. Occasionally Blake or him would chime in when prompted. Eventually, Coach calls their group over to start running.

They take off and it's smooth for a little bit. They're all sweating like crazy even before five minutes have passed. The sun is brutal, but thankfully most of the trail has little periodic bits of shade every five to ten feet.

All five of them end up settling into a formation of sorts. Jesse and Tavin are in the lead, as they're both accustomed to this sort of training. Ace is slightly behind them, but it seems willing like they just don't want to be running next to their brother. This leaves both Blake and Jason in the back of the group.

The two of them are engaged in a familiar silent competition of who can keep up the best. Their teammates, having more practice with these types of workouts, can hold a faster speed throughout. This leaves the two of them to try and keep up the best they can.

Sweat drips into Jason's eyes as he keeps running. Calves burning as they pass the two-mile marker. He's always had a rather low heat tolerance, so as much as he loves running, this is starting to feel like his own personal hell. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see Blake starting to speed up a little, maintaining the gap behind Ace.

Jason glares at him before speeding up a little faster. From there a push and pull begins where every time one of them would speed up, the other would too. His mouth is dry, chest burning from exertion, but at the same time, Jason is far too stubborn to call it quits or ask for a break.

Blake glances over at him as they pass the four-mile mark. Slowing down a little, his face holds a weird expression. "Ace," he calls out. They turn their head slightly, indicating that they heard him. "Can we break?"

Jason snorts quietly. "Are you really that tired already?" It feels like a small victory to have Blake ask for a rest of some sort despite the blistering heat being a pretty valid reason.

Blake rolls his eyes in response but doesn't engage verbally. Everyone in the group slows down to a stop, ducking into the shade. Jesse looks slightly concerned, eyes lingering over each person in the group.

"Is everything alright?" He frowns worriedly, shoving Tavin when he starts making mom jokes at him.

Blake nods. "Just a bit hot. Needed a few minutes."

Taking advantage of the break, Jason leans his back against the tree that all five of them are under. It is hot. The ground practically looks like it's swimming from the heat. Wiping his sweat off his face with his shirt, he closes his eyes trying to imagine that it's cooler out than this.

It feels like it's all too soon before the break is over, Jesse and Tavin start to move out from under the tree, followed closely by Blake. Jason opens his eyes before pausing, the world spinning underneath him. It's disorienting and he blinks rapidly to try and get rid of the feeling.

He feels exhausted all of a sudden, leaning more heavily against the tree. Ace glances over at him before freezing, looking over him more closely. "Hey, Jason, are you okay?" The question brings the attention of the other three to how he's slumped against the tree.

Jason only manages to lift his head, vision swirling, before doubling over his knees gagging. Vomit splatters the grass in front of his running shoes. Tavi stands there a bit shocked by what just happened.

Quick to move, Ace is there to support Jason right before his knees give on the next retch. Vomit splashes into the growing puddle. There's a choked gurgling noise before he opens his mouth, sick pouring from it like a faucet, too out of it to properly heave.

Jesse checks his pulse before frowning. "It's too fast. Probably heat exhaustion." Moving his arms to help support Jason a bit better, he pauses for a second. "Tav, Ace, finish the run and let Coach know what's going on. We're not going to be able to carry him back. Ace, stay with Coach. Tav, get cold water then come back."

Both of them are quick to nod before dashing off at a faster pace than before. Blake hovers around, unsure of what to do before hesitantly crouching down where they are.

Jesse keeps a hand firmly pressed on Jason's back, a grounding presence that he appreciates. The world is spinning off-kilter and he just feels bad. "Blake, you feeling okay?" Jesse asks cautiously, unsure if he should have sent him back too.

He receives a brief nod of confirmation. "I'm fine. Jason has a worse tolerance to heat."

As if he heard his name, Jason glances over. There's vomit clinging to his lips and his eyes are unfocused. He squints before jerking slightly. Jesse is quick to push him forward between his knees just in time for him to add to the puddle in front of him.

"M'gonna pass out," he slurs and it's the only warning they get before Jason slumps to the side, falling into Blake.

A few minutes pass by in silence, Jesse rubbing circles onto Jason's back as Blake lets him lean on him despite their rivalry. It feels like forever before Tavin returns. He's panting heavily from sprinting there and back, cold water in hand. Passing it to Jesse, he frowns at the way Jason's limp against Blake.

"Passed out," Jesse explains briefly as he presses the cold water bottle to Jason's neck, passing it to Blake so that he can hold the bottle in place while he gets the update.

Tavin nods worriedly. "Ace should be here with Coach in a few minutes. We just need to keep him alive until then." Looking over the two youngest members of their team sat together under the shade of the tree. Blake who has a weird mix of annoyance and worry on his face, Tavin smirks. "Shouldn't be too hard."

Looking over, Jesse pauses. "Yeah, shouldn't be too hard."

[simply-un-well]

first fic after lurking for literally forever, with my two little ocs !! also, my requests are open if people have any :)

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Jason grumbled from where he was walking next to Blake. Out of every single person on the team, he was partnered with him. The coaches must hate him or something.

It's their annual team trip to the amusement park. Normally would have been a great time with his friends and everyone, but then he had to get stuck with the most stuck-up person on the team; Blake.

"I don't see why we can't just split up," Jason mutters. His posture is slumped, arms tucked into the pockets of his pants.

Blake sighs in response to the third time in the last five minutes those words have been uttered by Jason's mouth. "Again, we were told to stick by one teammate in case of an emergency."

There's silence for the next few moments before Jason sighs, loud and dramatic. Blake's mouth twitches like he's trying to hold back a snarky comment before an uncomfortable silence spreads between the two of them.

People are screaming and chattering in the background as the two of them walk in complete silence.

"Sooo…" Jason starts, unable to stand the awkward tension, "Do you want to ride anything?" He's pointedly not looking at Blake, trying to spare himself the awkwardness.

"No." It's blunt and straight to the point.

"Why not? I bet you're scared," Jason scoffs. "A coward who can't even go on a rollercoaster." It's an obvious bait, but even then…

"The fuck? No, I'm not." Blake's striking glare is trained on him. Jason's got his full attention now.

Pleased with his reaction, he smirks. "No, you're scared. Why would you not want to go on a ride then? Huh? It's cause you're a scaredy cat, isn't it?"

Blake's face pulls back into a slight scowl. "If anything you're scared. I could probably ride twice as many rides as you."

Pulling away to face him, Jason crosses his arms. Blue eyes staring at Blake, he grins. It's nothing like his normal happy-go-lucky smile. Closer to the one they get when they're competing against each other during practice. "That sounds like a challenge to me."

There's a brief stare-off before Blake dips his head into a nod. "Fine, how many roller coasters can we both ride until we have to leave or one of us quits."

They both stand there, frowning at each other before rushing off towards the closest coaster. It's a small one, with minimal twists and turns, a basic start. The line is thankfully short, so they both end up running through it quickly.

From there they do rollercoaster after rollercoaster, working their way through the park. They have three more left, putting them off due to the cue.

Blake's stomach started feeling off around the sixth rollercoaster they went on, but there was no way he was going to let Jason know about it. He'd make it into an absolute joke. Given that they've been going at each other's throats since high school and it's only escalated since they both ended up in the same University.

His stomach gives an unhappy twist and he ducks his head to the side, swallowing. Hopefully, Jason didn't notice that odd movement, he doesn't need more ammo to tease him with.

Subtlety, Blake awkwardly wraps his arm around his stomach as it churns. For someone who's never been to an amusement park before or rode on any rollercoasters, in hindsight, he probably should have been more careful. While he's never gotten motion sick in a vehicle before, there's a stark difference between a car and a coaster that flips you upside down.

As if to curse his luck, Jason looks at him oddly. "You know, it's not too late for you to drop out? No shame in having me win this competition."

Gritting his teeth, Blake scowls even more. "No."

"Fine. I gave you a chance." Jason shrugs, looking smug with himself. Blake wants to throttle him.

Unfortunately, or rather fortunately in Jason’s case, he doesn't get a chance to do so when the next cart comes in, and the ride attendant beckons for them to take a seat in the cart.

Gulping nervously, Blake follows Jason into the cart. The bars slide down over their laps, pressing uncomfortably down on his stomach. He almost…almost regrets not taking the out that was given to him. This ride is supposedly the most intense in the park. Full of flips and sharp turns. None of which will help not upset his stomach ever further.

Jason looks over at him, presumably to say something snarky about their little competition and how he's going to win. Opening his mouth, he pauses, taking into account Blake's paling face. "Actually, are you okay?" There's no maliciousness in his voice for once.

There's no time for Blake to respond before the cart starts moving up, the metal tracks clicking as the chain pulls them closer to the drop. His face is stark white, eyes wide open. His stomach gives an unhappy whine, twisting and turning at the sight.

A brief shake of the head no is all he can give before Blake jerks with an empty gag. Hand clasped on his mouth, Jason's eyes go wide in response. It's far too late for them to get off the ride.

"Oh, okay okay, breathe. Try to keep it down until the ride is over." His words are frantic, but a small part of Blake's mind that's not occupied with the fact that he's about to vomit registers the actual concern in his voice. Although that may be for not wanting vomit on his clothes.

There's a brief pause at the top of the coaster before the sudden drop. Almost immediately Blake's stomach shoots into his throat. Burning hot bile traveling further and further up. He whimpers involuntarily, closing his eyes as he keeps his hand firmly clamped over his mouth. Unable to think of anything else besides the steady mantra of 'don't throw up don't throw up don't throw up.'

The ride takes them through several sharp turns, two loop-de-loops —one of which he had to choke back down a mouthful of sick— before stopping suddenly. A five-second pause before pulling back into the boarding area.

Blake's full-on trembling by now from the strain of not throwing up in public on a rollercoaster. Now that the ride has stopped, he can feel Jason awkwardly trying to rub his back. "Okay okay, that's good. Just breathe," he murmurs out quietly.

The seat bar finally comes up, relieving some of the pressure on Blake's stomach. The ride attendants look wary at the nauseated expression on his face. Somehow, he manages to stumble out of the cart with Jason's assistance, eyes still firmly shut as he tries to not get sick. The world feels like it's spinning below his feet.

He manages to get tugged halfway down to the entrance of the ride before he jerks suddenly, mouth flooding with sick. Trying to swallow it back down, before eventually relenting and tugging on Jason's shirt.

Jason looks at him before exhaling sharply. "Hang on, hang on. We're almost to a trash can." Tugging Blake along more urgently they manage to make it down to the entrance.

Shoving Blake forward into a trashcan, his hands hit the sides. Blinking his eyes open, he opens his mouth allowing for the first wave to pour from his mouth. It's liquidy and chunky, splattering over the trash people threw out. The combined smell of sick and trach is absolutely rancid.

Shoulders hitching up towards his ears, Blake lurches forward gagging. Another wave comes up, slightly more chunky. The ground feels like it's spinning beneath his feet.

"Okay, woah, you're okay," Jason murmurs as Blake nearly pitches forward into the trash can. He has a grounding hand resting on his back.

There's a pause where Blake just stands there, head hanging over the trash can. He's acutely aware of the people in the park and just how many people probably just saw this happen.

"You done?" Jason asks, rubbing his back lightly.

Instead of a verbal response, Blake retches, bringing up a final wave of chunky sick. Spitting into the trash can, he pushes back away from it and the smell so it doesn't trigger another round of heaving. "Done," he announces quietly.

Jason nods. "C'mon, let's head back to the bus." There's a pause before he smirks cockily. "Guess I won that competition, huh?"

There's a tired grimace on Blake's face at the reminder of their little challenge. "Oh fuck you."