#ride the cyclone sickfic

[aestophobia]

look, I know you said ask about Six of Crows but…like…do you have any sickfic-related headcanons for Ride the Cyclone, cause I’ll take all of ‘em :)

OH MY GOD YESYESYES

sickfics are my most pleasured guilty pleasure i desperately need more about them in this fandom🙏🙏 (also nischa is my main rtc ship so there may be hints towards that oops)

-ocean is so annoying to take care of when she's sick she blatantly refuses to rest until she literally cannot keep going

-often times this results in constance trailing after her all but begging ocean to accept help

-noel is also kind of annoying but in a self pitying woe is me way also there's like a 50% chance that he will also refuse help simply because of his pride

-he will go from "fuck off i'm fine." to "i'm dying." in the span of two minutes

-he also cannot stand being alone when he's sick because he needs the distraction so he always has his mother or one of the members of the choir around

-he's also extremely emotional in contrast to being usually pretty apathetic, he will yell at you or just like. start crying. without warning so nobody actually wants to be around him

-mischa is the opposite

-he isolates himself from everyone so as to not be seen in a moment of weakness (talia is the one person he will talk to unless noel is around)

-he just falls off the grid all his social media followers are like ?? because he usually posts stuff every few hours

-ricky just stays home and goes online all day when he's sick

-he won't blatantly tell anyone he's sick but if they ask he won't deny it

-unless it's funny and ironic

-"you weren't at school yesterday, were you sick or something?" "no i was on the moon." "okay then..?"

-penny DISAPPEARS without a word

-she doesn't answer any texts, she just vanishes

-when she gets back she acts like nothing ever happened

-"dude where were you??" "what are you talking about? :)"

-constance is the only one who can be normal

-she stays home but she tells the choir she's not going to be at school so they (ocean) don't worry

-she actually takes care of herself like she should so she's usually back a day later

[fluffyzoey]

Stubbornly Sick - Nischa

I KNOW I SAID I WASN’T GONNA DO NISCHA ANYMORE BUT I CANT GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD SORRY

A oneshot in which Mischa is sick and refuses to admit it. Noel takes matters into his own hands.

Mischa rolled over on his thin-as-paper mattress, feeling his sweat seep into his pillowcase. He groaned, staring at the cement wall beside his lousy excuse for a bed. His whole body felt hot, and not in the way that meant people swoon over you. Beads of sweat rolled down from his hairline, his skin blotchy and red. His stomach growled, but he didn’t even want to get up and eat.

He fished his phone out from the comforter beside him, flipping it over to check the time: 9:30. He’d slept in later than ever, as if his body knew it needed rest. However, it was Sunday, meaning the choir was getting together for their weekly outing. 

Ever since the 6 of them had miraculously survived a roller coaster accident together, Ocean had been taking initiative to get the group together. Some weeks it was shopping and walking around downtown at whatever little shops remained, some weeks it was the mall, but today they’d planned a little hiking expedition. 

Mischa was almost never the biggest fan of these get togethers. First of all, it meant being stuck in the same vicinity as Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg for at least three hours. Secondly, it meant listening to Ocean for at least three hours. And lastly and probably worst, it meant not complaining about the little ginger scumbag for the entire time, or all hell would break loose. 

The real reason Mischa went at all was to spend time with his boyfriend, Noel. The two of them had grown close as they recovered from their accident, and Noel had been there for every step of Mischa’s growing musical career. Most of the time, Noel’s work schedule made it difficult for the boys to spend time together. Taco Bell execs didn’t really take “need time to make out with my boyfriend” as a valid excuse for missing shifts. However, “mandated outdoor socialization” was acceptable, apparently, so choir outings were fair game. 

Mischa ran his hands through his greasy, matted hair, yawning. His eyelids felt like they were made of steel, weighing him down and just wanting to close, keel over, and sleep. Even the way he carried himself, usually with his chest puffed out like a lion on the hunt, was different; slouched over and painful to even move. 

His phone vibrated in the back pocket of his sweatpants, evidence of a text message coming through. 

Noel: babe where r u! u said u would pick me up @ 9:15

He winced. Shit…

Noel set his phone down on his desk, turning back to the mirror to look at his makeup: on point as usual. Slumping back in his chair, he wondered where Mischa was. 

It’s not super unlike him to sleep through his alarm…he can sleep through my snoring after all. Maybe he stayed up late? Which is weird, because usually when he stays up late it’s because he and I are texting or something…Is he ignoring me? Shit, am I gonna have to ask Ocean for a ride? Damn it…

He picked up the phone again and dialed Mischa’s number, and to Noel’s delight and relief, Mischa picked up. 

“Hey babe…You alright?”

Mischa, at that moment, let out just about the loudest cough Noel had ever heard, hacking into the phone. 

“Sorry, I slept through my-” he paused to yawn, “-alarm. I will be there in ten minutes, Poet.” 

Noel’s heart absolutely melted at the sound of his partner’s voice. He sounded hoarse and just all around awful.

“Sweetheart, no offense, but you sound like shit. Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine. Just fine, honey. You wait and I’ll- ACHOO”

The sneeze just about made Noel have a heart attack with the sheer volume of it. He wasn’t so sure he loved the idea of Mischa even leaving the house in this condition, but he also knew how much of a stubborn asshole his boyfriend could be. Talking Mischa into staying home was not going to be easy in the slightest.

“Mischa…are you sure it’s the best idea for you to come get me? I can ask Ocean for a ride if you’re sick, you need rest…” Initially, he was going to scold Mischa, but his ‘loving boyfriend’ mode took over in a heartbeat. “I don’t even have to go today! Just get back to bed, drink lots of-”

“No, no.” Mischa waved him off. “I am going to go get dressed, and then I will come get my special boy, okay? I love you, Noel.”

“I love you too, which is why I want you to-”

He hung up. He fucking hung up. 

This was gonna be a long day.

Mischa had taken driver’s education. He knew that driving while sick could lead to accidents, because being sick made you drowsy, right? But Mischa wasn’t sick, he couldn’t be. Mischa didn’t get sick, at least that’s what he’d gaslit himself into believing. He got into the driver’s seat, rearing on the gas and speeding out of the driveway, almost slamming into his foster parents’ mailbox on his way out. 

Noel’s house wasn’t too far away from his, nowhere in Uranium City was very far away from any other place, to be honest. That was just how small towns worked. He turned onto Noel’s street and pulled up in front of the house. He parked, slightly crooked in the driveway, and trudged to the front step. 

“Noel!” He croaked out, his voice cracking. He rang the doorbell. 

The shorter male opened the door and looked Mischa up and down with a satisfied smirk on his face. “As expected, you look like someone pushed you out of a car window and then ran you over with a pickup truck. Bed, now.” 

“What? No! We have the hike-”

“I already texted Ocean and let her know that you’re sick and thus will not be attending. Now please go lay down, you know where my room is.”

“But…that just means I am going to get you sick! “So what? You’re the love of my life, I think I can handle your cooties.”

For once, it was Noel being the stubborn one. It was clear he wasn’t going to hear another word about it. Mischa allowed himself to be escorted (read: dragged by the collar of his shirt) upstairs to Noel’s bedroom. 

“Get your ass under the covers.” Noel demanded playfully. “Mom’s working another late shift, but I don’t have to work again until Monday afternoon. We could spend all day and night right here if it would make you feel better.” 

Mischa yawned and plopped down on Noel’s bed, having made the decision to be cooperative for once. “And do what? Talk about how shitty I feel? Because I feel like…big…bleh.”

“I know you do, darling.” Noel kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, giggling. “If you would lay down like I told you to and rest up, you might feel a little bit less bleh. Have you eaten today?”

“No.” He admitted. “I was not hungry.”

Noel sighed. “I’ll go get you some toast or something. You really gotta start taking care of yourself when you’re sick.”

“I am not sick.” Mischa protested. “Just a little tired.”

“Either way, you need rest.” Noel pressed his boyfriend down, hand splayed out over his chest. “Lay down, Mischa. Spare me my sanity.”

Mischa rolled his eyes. “I do not need to lay down, poet. Sleep is for the weak.”

“No, dumbfuck, sleep is for the idiot boyfriend who won’t admit that he feels like he was hit point blank with a sack of bricks!”

Mischa pondered Noel’s innate ability to know exactly how he felt, because the sack of bricks thing was fairly accurate. He felt like he was going to topple over onto the floor, but would his cocky ass admit that? When pigs fly.

“Sleep is for the weak.” He repeated instead, sitting back up. If he was going to get in bed he was not going to lay down and he was also going to make it everyone’s problem. 

“Whatever you say, dickwad,” Noel sighed. He was ever so creative with the pet names. “Sit still and don’t, I don’t know, set the house on fire. What do you want to eat?”

“I told you I am not hun—” he started, but he knew there was no winning this argument. “I guess…toast?”

Noel went downstairs and fished a loaf of bread and the toaster out, tossed a slice in, and promised himself he would not scream when the toast popped up. 

He broke the promise.

Anyway, he took out the golden brown bread and slathered it in butter, taking it back upstairs to Mischa. 

In the time it took Noel to make a piece of toast, Mischa had flopped over and fallen asleep. Noel made a soft tsk tsk sound, setting the plate of toast on the nightstand. He gently climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over both Mischa and himself. Rolling onto his side, he came face to face with a peacefully dozing Mischa and a pool of drool already staining the pillow (not that Noel really minded). He brushed Mischa’s chestnut curls out of his eyes, giggling softly.

“Yeah, rest easy, tough guy.” He whispered. “My fucking idiot.” He snuck a quick kiss onto Mischa’s forehead. “I love you.

[thesoggiestboyintown]

“catfish theory” this, “ocean is awful” that. shut up and write more sick fics !!!! give me more hurt/comfort !! give me hungover mischa !! give me overworked ocean !! give me chronically i’ll constance !! GIVE ME PAIN AND FLUFF GODDAMN IT .

[do-not-pursue-the-beast]

I shall overcome you, and mock you.

basic info about me:

@nightshade-and-frogs-breath -> @do-not-pursue-the-beast

names: Crybaby/Victor/Pierro/Theory/Wirt/Wylan/Jesper/Spike/Ellis/Auggie/Barr-el/Lock/Orpheus/Seth/Sal (Vic, Theo, or Vicky are okay too :) )

(most preferred atm: Orpheus/Crybaby/Theory/Victor/Pierro)

nonbinary- he/they/blur

sexuality: probably aroacespec I don’t fucking know at this point 💀

I do have a writing specialty (aka my guilty pleasure), which are sickfics and whump, most of the time for specific characters.

!!Please note that I am a minor!!! (so y’know don’t be weird)

the dni criteria is pretty basic (dni if you’re ableist, racist, homophobic, etc.)

cringe culture is not a thing, fuck that

sideblogs, because I get bored: @seths-still-talking-somehow (main sideblog), @sankta-inej-the-pirate-queen (Inej themed sideblog) @kazbrekkers-left-eyelash (Kaz-themed sideblog), @a-sacred-ash-tree (Matthias sideblog) @i-kinda-like-your-stupid-face (Jesper sideblog) @the-queen-of-mourning (Nina sideblog), @not-all-poisons-have-an-antidote (Wylan sideblog)

some of my awesome amazing oh-so-talented mutuals!!!- @sorebelflower , @aestophobia , @willsperotruther , @gert-the-disaster

some of my interests:

Six of Crows

Bungou Stray Dogs (current hyperfixation)

Ramshackle

(things I’m still interested in but less interested)

ENA

The Stanley Parable

Ride the Cyclone

Hadestown

BSD RP blogs I run:

Kenji Miyazawa ( @undefeated-by-the-storm )

Ace ( @my-madness-lieswithin-thesecards )

Nikolai (BEAST) ( @clown-overcoat )

Akutagawa (BEAST) ( @dont-chase-the-beast )

Spiderman AU Akutagawa ( @rashomons-web )

Eloise Lucian ( @get-necromanced )

Preschool AU Eloise (4) ( @itty-bitty-necromancer )

Circus AU Yosano ( @the-magician-is-in )

Media Industry AU Dazai ( @just-take-the-photo-mackerel )

Stageplay Kunikida ( @doppo-idealist-poet )

Josephine (OC) ( @greenfinch-and-robinet )

Kenji Miyazawa ( @undefeated-by-the-storm )

Ace ( @my-madness-lieswithin-thesecards )

Nikolai (BEAST) ( @clown-overcoat )

Akutagawa (BEAST) ( @dont-chase-the-beast )

Royalty AU Spade ( @shovel-and-arrow )

Eloise Lucian ( @get-necromanced )

Preschool AU Eloise (4) ( @itty-bitty-necromancer )

Circus AU Yosano ( @the-magician-is-in )

Media Industry AU Dazai ( @just-take-the-photo-mackerel )

Stageplay Kunikida ( @doppo-idealist-poet )

Josephine (OC) ( @greenfinch-and-robinet )

XY AU Josephine ( @ringdove-and-linnet-bird )

Exel Walker ( @calamitous-comedy )

asks are always open!!

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[thorin-baby-bear]

Hello I was wondering if you'd be I interested in writing a ride the cyclone sickfic? :)) I ship nischa so if it was about them that would be cool but I'm desperate for anything at this point

Absolutely, Nischa is such a comfort ship for me hehe :333

Noel's Day In

A Ride The Cyclone agere fic :3

Characters: Little!Noel Gruber, Cg!Mischa Bachinski, Mrs. Gruber

CW: Noel is very miserable for a bit and is also really sick

“Noel,” Mischa murmured, bumping the sleeping boy’s shoulder gently, “time to wake up.” Noel’s eyes opened slowly, squinting against the low light of his bedroom as he started to sniffle. He reached up to wipe his nose and made a noise of disgust at the stream of snot he found there before waving his hand desperately against the stick. “Ick.” He groaned, his voice nasally . 

Mischa raised an eyebrow and placed a hand to Noel’s forehead, frowning at the heat. “Sick, I think.” He sighed. Noel shook his head. He absolutely hated being sick. “Nuh uh.” He said. Mischa tried to hide his smile, but by the way Noel was frowning at him he could tell he was probably failing. “Are you sure?” He asked, poking at Noel’s forehead. “This is very warm.” 

Noel sniffled, sighed, and decided to admit defeat. 

“ ‘s a lil icky…” He muttered, wrapping himself in his blanket. Mischa nodded and got up, hesitating when Noel made a distressed sound. “I will be right back, little one. I am just going to speak with your mother.” Noel’s mouth opened and closed like a fish for a moment before he just nodded and fell back in his bed. Mischa chuckled before heading through the door, on his way to make sure Noel would get the sleep he needed. 

>>>

It took much longer than Mischa expected to get back to Noel. After he explained the situation to Noel’s mom (and found out she was going to be working most of the day), he called his foster parents and let them know he would be staying home from school today and asked them to call the school office. They didn’t really care, which was the reaction Mischa had been expecting but it still stung a bit. After that, Noel’s mom had insisted they make Noel some soup and that had taken longer than even she expected, so needless to say Mischa was a bit worried as he approached Noel’s door with a bowl of soup. 

As he turned the doorknob, he heard what sounded like a high whistle, and peaked in to see Noel fully asleep, sprawled across the bed like a ragdoll. He huffed affectionately and walked in, setting the soup on the bedside table and shaking Noel awake (again). The sick boy made a quick squeak of annoyance that melted Mischa’s heart, and he smiled down at his little one. 

“Soup for you, my love.” He said. Noel’s eyes flashed with excitement and he reached over to the bedside table, prepared to inhale the food he had been brought, but a cough racked his body and he fell back again with a frustrated grunt. 

“Take it slow, Noel.” Mescha said, picking up the bowl. “I can help feed you, if that’s okay?”

Noel hesitated. He usually hated needing to have other people help him do easy things, but this was Mischa, and he was so very tired, so instead of shaking his head he nodded, looking up at Mischa expectantly. Mischa grinned and reached out to ruffle Noel’s hair, chuckling at his squeak of indignation. “Thank you, love. I am very proud of you.” Noel smiled tiredly back before opening his mouth as the spoon came towards his mouth. 

The rest of the day passed as happily as it could. Mischa carried Noel down to the living room around noon, and they spent the rest of the day reading, drawing, watching movies, and cuddling. Noel made his Papa picture after picture, so many that Mischa joked about starting a scrapbook just for them (which wasn’t really a joke, he was actually planning on doing it). Mischa read Noel all of his favorite stories, making sure to do the fun voices that Noel loved so much, especially his deep, booming dragon voice (“I’m going to… gobble you up!” He cried, lunging forward and tickling Noel’s tummy, which probably wasn’t the best idea with all the coughing fits, but it did make Noel smile). He also made a simple fort, something that could be easily taken apart and put back together so if Noel needed to move he could, but Noel didn’t need to move, in fact he stayed in the fort for the majority of the day. 

At the end of the day, Mischa was pretty sure he would be getting sick the next day, but he was too happy to care. He had spent the whole day caring for his little one, and he wouldn’t give that up even if he got all the flu in the world, not ever. The two fell asleep content, Noel’s nose having cleared up a bit and Mischa wrapped carefully around him, and when Noel’s mom got home she had the good grace not to wake them. Mischa fell asleep with his heart bursting, his eyes wet with happy tears. If only all days were like this, he sighed, wrapping tighter around Noel and drifting off into a gentle sleep…

[emo0lly]

Noel Gruber, the most stubborn boy in town

I GOT THE THING TO WORK!!! FUCK YEAH!!! Anyway, here’s the promised fic :D (also gonna tag you :) @creapysummer )

Archive Warnings: Sickness???

Fandoms: Ride The Cyclone

Word Count: 620 words

Characters: Ricky Potts, Noel Gruber, Jane Doe/Penny Lamb, Mischa Bachinski

Ships: Mischa Bachinski & Noel Gruber, Noel Gruber/Ricky Potts, Ricky Potts/Jane Doe(/Penny Lamb)

Tags: Mischa Bachinski & Noel Gruber, Noel Gruber/Ricky Potts, Ricky Potts/Jane Doe(/Penny Lamb), Autistic Penny Lamb/Jane Doe, Autistic Ricky Potts, (it’s not really talked about though), Sickfic, the Author can’t write Noel for the life of him, Autistic Mischa Bachinski, Autistic Noel Gruber, Alternate AU- Everybody Lives

Description: Usually, Ocean was pretty smart; but coming to school with a sickness was not the smartest decision she’s made. From there, Penny was sent home one day; the same day Ricky was sent home, because they were both sick.

 Constance had agreed to stay over at Penny’s house, along with (begrudgingly) Noel and Mischa, to take care of them, but sometimes….Noel is also not the smartest.

(Ricky uses any pronouns, Jane uses she/they, and Noel uses he/they/she)

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Noel wasn’t necessarily “used” to taking care of sick people; his mom was reasonably healthy, and could usually take care of them, so he never really learned. But if taking care of someone meant Ocean getting off Noel’s ass about it, then they could at least try.

So, they were all staying in Ricky’s dorm on-campus; Ricky, Penny, and Ocean were all staying in Ricky’s room, while Mischa, Constance, and Noel were staying in the “living room” area, Constance sleeping on a living chair, and the other two taking up a couch

Now, two days in, he wakes up with a blocked nose and slightly sore throat. He simply cleared their throat, and went to get dressed in the bathroom. Unfortunately, upon standing up, Noel’s head spins, blurring colors together. They brushed it off as nothing, grabbing her clothes, walking into the bathroom, and snatching a mask from the counter with it.

Noel was really hoping, praying, that he wasn’t sick; they usually loved just lounging around, building Monique’s world, but not in the same bed as two other kids, especially not Ocean. If he did, then they would suffocate Ocean with a pillow.

She knew he didn’t have work today, neither did Constance, thank god. If they went into work today, Noel wasn’t sure how she’d survive.

Noel finished getting dressed, and went into the kitchen to make himself breakfast, which is where they found Constance. She was already dressed, had a mask on, and cooking something. Checking the time on the fridge, he found that it was 8:45 AM. Constance looked up, and nearly dropped the pot of - - what? That didn’t matter; she was surprised was the point.

“Morning, Noel.” They both stared at each other for a minute. “Good-“ they cleared their throat “Good morning, Constance”. “You should probably lie down…?”

She simply pretended to act offended, and got a bowl out of the cabinet to have cereal.

The day went on without much incident, with the exception that Noel didn’t feel any better. In fact, he seemed to feel worse. Around 2:45, that’s when they had enough, so she called her mom.

The phone was still ringing at the time that Mischa came over. He asked what he was doing--Noel pulled down his mask, shooting Mischa a “What do you think?” Their voice sounded like shit, which honestly wasn’t unexpected. Mischa did not look amused; he took Noel’s arm and dragged her into the living room. It took him a second to realize, but Mischa helped at least “Grab your shit and go”. Noel “grabbed their shit” and went over to the door. “Not that way”. Her mom picked up right about then “Everything okay, Noel?” She sounded out-of-breath (she would have been right out of Pilates by now) “I-“ he cleared his throat. “I’m sigck”

“Uh…okay, I’ll- I’ll pick you up in little bit. Wait for me.” She hung up, leaving Noel to grab his stuff. Meanwhile, Mischa was in his phone, probably texting Talia.

“You want to stay here, Noel?”

…

He cleared his throat “Is this a question, or a command?”

Mischa looks back at his phone, typing. “They want…to stay…done”

Noel threw up her hands in annoyance.

 “Go change, Noel.”

Noel grabbed their clothes once again and went into the bathroom to change, glaring at Mischa all the while. He was met with exhaustion at the end, falling into bed next to Ricky.

Ricky was half-asleep, in bed, laying with Penny, when the bed went in on the other side. They turned their head slightly, and saw her friend(boyfriend-) Noel, who put his arm around Ricky’s waist. They slept like that for the rest of the day. (the end?)

[fitheghosty]

OKAY I'M SORRY I'M GETTING TO THIS LATE BUT ALL IF YOU NEED TO CHECK THIS OUT!! IT'S AMAZING :D

an excerpt from a rtc fanfic im writing for my creative writing class!!!!!! its sorta an ocean character analysis and ill post the full thing 2 ao3 once ive finished.

They were going to do great.

Something in her doubted that.

A stagehand ushered them into the spotlight. Ocean led the way; head high, gate confident, mouth spread into a charming smile. The rest of the choir got into position as she walked to the mic, center-stage.

She couldn’t make out the audience or the judges’ faces in the blinding yellow light. She felt, for a moment, as if the gates of heaven had cracked open the rusty theater like an egg.

She braced herself for the sound of trumpets and felt foolish.

[crinkled-emotions]

No. 10 please and thank you ❤

10. "We can take a break if you feel unwell. How does that sound?"

I altered it a little bit and it’s not super sickfic-y either, but it’s still there!

This weekend has been a little (lot) hectic lmao. If I haven’t responded to a DM I’m 100% not just avoiding you I’ve been driving a lot the past 48 hours and before that I was acting senior banker at work and it was chaos. So not the vibe.

It’s short but, y’know, that’s generally the vibe with these.

Anyway! On to the fic where Rooster and Hangman are idiots and Maverick and Bob use their common sense.

"Guys, this seems like a really bad idea. We just had, like, a lot of pizza. And ice cream. And pizza. Did I mention pizza?”

“Chill out, Daderick, it’s a roller coaster. We’ve all flown planes on full stomachs and never had issues.”

Hangman dismissed Maverick’s concerns, tossing the stick from his cotton candy into a bin. Bob passed over the last bits of his to Phoenix and she finished it, nudging his side.

Somehow the team had ended up at the local fair, Cyclone under the belief they were doing drills in the simulation suite but Maverick had broken them out to do some team bonding. He was pretty certain he’d get a phone call to be yelled at any minute now. They’d all eaten their weight in fatty fair food and no one was regretting it until Hangman pointed out a rollercoaster and dared everyone to ride it. As per usual with those two, the second Hangman said the dare Rooster was game, Phoenix called him an idiot, Payback was down, then because Payback was going on it Fanboy was hesitant, and then Bob had quietly requested to stay on the ground but no one really picked on him for it. Coyote watched the whole thing go down then went and bought tickets for the team, calling it Dagger Solidarity (tm). Essentially, the first one to puke was going to be relentlessly teased forever.

Maverick had been a hard no on the rollercoaster, firmly leaving his feet on the ground. He claimed it was the first time he was happy to stay on the ground. The others were so surprised they respected his decision then passed over their hats, passes, phones and wallets for him to hold for them. While the others lined up Bob stuck to Maverick’s side. 

“This sounds like a really bad idea,” Phoenix whispered to Rooster in passing. Rooster waved her off.

“Bagman’s right, we all fly jets on a full stomach. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?”

She rolled her eyes.

Men.

-

“They’re all idiots. I swear to god, if someone throws up I’m going to make Jake do 300 push ups.”

“That seems like a bad idea after all the sugar, sir,” Bob replied. Maverick snorted, hand on Bob’s shoulder.

“Good call, kid. I’ll make him do 400 tomorrow.”

The two of them watched the others load on to the roller coaster. Hangman and Rooster sat together, followed by Phoenix and Coyote, then Fanboy and Payback. Bob waved at them as they all got buckled up, leaning over to Maverick.

“This is gonna be interesting. I feel like Rooster’s gonna get two seconds in and puke everywhere.”

“No way, Hangman’s gonna lose it the second the ride starts. Roo has a stomach of steel.”

Maverick and Bob exchanged a look, both bursting out laughing.

“Sir, all due respect, that’s a lie.”

“I think I said it just to convince myself.”

“Yeah, well, I think we all remember last week.”

-

The second the ride was over Hangman frantically shoved at the bar across his and Rooster’s hips, trying to get off the ride as soon as he could. The attendant released them and Rooster leaned over the railing, grimacing as he tried to stop himself from getting sick. Hangman stifled a gag himself, one hand on Rooster’s back.

“C’mon man, we gotta go find Mav.”

“I literally cannot move. The world is spinning.”

“We can stop if you’re gonna hurl again. Okay?”

“Oh god, just leave me here to die.”

“That’s dramatic. C’mon.”

Payback hooked one of Rooster’s arms over his shoulders, Fanboy behind and ready to catch at any point. Hangman burped, low in his throat, then his eyes widened as he covered his mouth.

“He’s gonna blow,” Coyote said, reaching for Jake’s shoulder to hold him steady. Together they all managed to make their way down to the ground, stopping when Rooster and Hangman looked ready to blow chunks (but never did). By the time they got back to Maverick and Bob, Phoenix had managed to get some colour back to her own face and Fanboy didn’t look so dizzy. Rooster was pretty much back to normal by the time Maverick opened his mouth to give him shit, but Hangman beelined for the nearest bin. Everyone grimaced.

“I hate to say it,” Phoenix said as she went over to rub his back, “but I think that’s karma.”

“Wow, rude,” Hangman replied.

His head was still in the bin and he was swallowing like his life depended on it. Maverick took one look at his team and blinked.

“Hey, Jake? You good?”

He got the thumbs up in response.

Phoenix gave the thumbs down and mimed throwing up. Payback winced, looking a little unwell himself.

“Oh man, maybe it was the pizza.”

[fluffyzoey]

I’ll Stay With You, Okay? - Nischa (sickfic)

@college-knockout and I did an art and writing swap, this is my part of the deal, a Nischa sickfic! Enjoy!

Mischa was the first to notice that something was wrong. It was a choir practice on a Friday, meaning it happened at the beginning of the day instead of the end. Constance and Ocean were at the front of the room, casually discussing an assignment for history class while Ricky and Penny snickered and scrolled through Vine compilations in the back. Father Markus watched over the choir with a wistful look in his eyes, half out of it as usual. 

None of that was what Mischa nervous. 

No, what was freaking him out was that Noel was slumped in a pile on a desk, head down on his arm as he snored, a string of drool dripping from his lower lip. His face was pale and pasty, a harsh contrast from the poet’s usually well put together appearance. His hair was a mess, and his eyelids drooped, half-covering the hazel orbs that normally sparkled with all the tragic beauty of a fall day drifting into the cold and unforgiving arms of winter.

Something was clearly wrong, and everyone else was so lost in their own worlds to notice.

”Poet?” Mischa grunted, stalking over and tucking away his phone. “You look off.”

Noel looked up. It seemed as if it took all the effort in the world just to lift his head. “I’m fine. Just tired.” His voice sounded hoarse, like he’d been yelling all day, and his nose was whistling from congestion with every breath he took. Mischa’s brow furrowed in concern. 

“You need sleep.” He chided. “Why did you even come to school?”

Noel didn’t look like he cared to explain. With a groan, he admitted: “My car broke down and Constance is my ride to and from work. If I didn’t come to school, she’d have had to pick me up all the way across town.”

Mischa was appalled that his boyfriend was planning on going to work after an already long day. “Oh come on, Noel! You need to rest so you can get better! At least tell me you took pain medication?”

He shook his head. “We don’t have any. That stuff is expensive, and ever since mum got laid off we’ve had to budget big-time.” He placed his head back down on the desk, yawning. 

Mischa went straight over to Ocean. “Tell old man I am leaving to take Poet home. He is sick.”

Ocean frowned. “He came to school. If he showed up he must be okay.”

”He gave me some lame-ass excuse. My boy needs bed-rest.” Mischa insisted. Call him what you would: bad boy, asshat, dumbass. What he was was a protective boyfriend.

”Fine, but hurry back. Don’t think you’re skipping choir because of this!” Ocean whined. “Bring him home, put him in bed, come right back!”

-

Mischa tapped Noel on the shoulder. “Come on, I’m driving you home.” 

Noel lazily gazed up again. “I told you I’ll be fine.” 

“Too bad I don’t agree.” Mischa took Noel’s hand and thumbed at his palm. “Your hands are so cold, they must be numb.” Noel rested his head against Mischa’s shoulder. 

It was then that Mischa realized just how ice-cold Noel’s entire body was. He was trembling. “Come on, Noel.” He begged. “Call out sick.” He helped stable the ill boy’s body, stroking his beautiful but knotted hair. 

Noel’s glazed eyes met Mischa’s. Wordlessly, Mischa continued to beg. He breathed a sigh of relief as Noel finally cracked a small smile. “Fine.”

He allowed Mischa to walk him out of school and into the parking lot, where they located and unlocked Mischa’s Honda Civic, its bumper scarred with evidence of Mischa’s minimal parallel parking skills. Noel climbed into the passenger seat, his head falling onto the window.

Mischa kept glancing at him as they drove, as if he could keel over and die at any moment. Of course, he didn’t, he just looked miserable the whole time. “Poet?”

”Mhm?”

”Do you want me to stay with you today?”

Noel lifted his head up to shake it and put it back down. “If you think that because I’m sick, I’m deaf, you’re dead wrong. I heard what Ocean said. She’ll flip out!”

Mischa grinned. “Let her flip out, then. I am going to take care of my poet.”

They pulled into Noel’s driveway. He and his mum lived in a small, cape-style house. It was pale grey in colour with a navy blue door. The yard was overgrown, the concerete in the driveway cracked and weathered from years of use. The paint on the siding was chipped, and cobwebs hung in the corners. 

“Home.” Noel breathed. He weakly pressed open the door. Mischa helped him stumble into the house—his mum wasn’t home, but Noel took his keys with him everywhere. 

Noel led Mischa into his bedroom. Ever since his father had left, Noel had been using the master bedroom. His mother had no use for it. It was big, but not too big. The walls were a rich wine red, heavy velvet curtains hung from the windows. Noel’s bed was a queen-sized four-poster with a thick grey bedspread. There was a fluffy, shaggy rug covering the hardwood floor, and an antique vanity was  positioned in front of a window. 

Noel sat down on his bed. “You can go now.” He told Mischa. “Thank you for the ride.”

Mischa sat down beside him, draping an arm over his shoulder. “Go put some comfy clothes on. I will make you tea.” He insisted. Noel stood and walked over to the dresser, pulled out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt with a rose on it. “Happy?” 

“Yeah. Now put clothes on.” Mischa replied, standing up. “I will not watch, do not worry.” He slipped out of the bedroom, back down the stairs, and into the kitchen. 

Mischa quickly located the teacups—Noel had a habit of impulse-buying them at flea markets and yard sales—and the boxes of tea selections. There was earl grey, chamomile, lavender, something called throat-coat, and peppermint. Mischa selected the lavender tea, having remembered Constance telling him that lavender was good for making you sleepy. He picked out a white teacup decorated with roses and violets, dug out a tea kettle, filled it, and set it on the stove. When the kettle started whistling, he poured the boiling water into the teacup, then put in the teabag. Proud of himself (Constance had just taught him how to do this a week or so ago) he let the teabag steep and then pulled it out, adding a few drops of milk and honey. Carefully, he took it up the stairs.

He found Noel under the covers, propping his head up on the pillow. He had a weighted blanket draped over his legs,  and a throw blanket wrapped around his upper body. Mischa gently handed him the tea, kissing his forehead while he was at it. 

“I will stay with you, okay?” Mischa sat down on the bed once again. 

“No! You’ll get sick.” Noel pointed out. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

”It is okay. I do not mind as long as it gives me excuse to be with you.”

Noel took a sip of tea, then another, and another, before moving the teacup to his nightstand and inviting Mischa under the covers. Mischa laid down, pulling Noel into an embrace. He watched the boy’s eyes through his dark lashes, and when they finally shut, Mischa gave him a little kiss on the nose. 

“I will stay here as long as you need.”

[aestophobia]

I've read all the rtc sickfics so I've gotten to the point where I'm just reading the A & B example ones and let me tell you they're becoming my new otp

[emo0lly]

shit y’all need to know apparently

hello! you can refer to me as Olyver, Olly, Victor, or Newt :)

I am nonbinary and transmasc, and I use they/them or he/him

I’m a sucker for fluffy sickfics

I don’t draw, but I meme and write; feel free to send in requests!

this blog in particular is mainly gonna feature the musical Ride the Cyclone, but I also really like Newsies, and She Loves Me

the only rules as far as requests go are as follows:

!! I WILL NOT WRITE SMUT/NSFW !! !! KINK BLOGS DNI !! I’ll write for most ships, but the only things I personally ship are BlackRose (Constance x Ocean), Nischa (Noel x Mischa), Spacedolls (Ricky x Jane), and Starrypoet (Ricky x Noel) (also any polyship for Noel, Ricky, Mischa and Jane is good to go :) )

as far as sickfics are concerned, I’ll write basically any of the (human) characters, but I’m gonna say I’m kinda in desperate need of Noel or Ocean sickfics lmao

be warned, though, my motivation runs out really quickly, which means their will probably be a lot of wips

have a nice day/night my dears!