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This with Vio sick and Ethan caretaking!! Here we go!

Freaky, I Love It

Tw: emeto, description of food, (self) stuffing, nsfw stuff but no sex scene cause I’m a virgin and I don’t know how sex actually works lol

Note: at this point Vio has already told Ethan that they’re into seeing people sick, but he doesn’t know they are also into themself getting sick.

———

Vio couldn’t focus on the movie they were watching. They were starting to feel feverish and nauseous. It was a weird feeling of both excitement and fatigue.

“Are you alright, babe?” Ethan asked.

Vio didn’t answer for a few seconds.

“Vio?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m okay, I mean… I don’t feel great.”

“What do you mean?” he asked sympathetically.

“My stomach feels a bit off, and I’m kind of cold, but also sweating. I think I might be sick.” Vio put their hand over their belly.

“Aw, that sucks.”

“Well…” Vio hesitated.

Ethan looked confusedly at them, and then it clicked.

“Wait, don’t tell me you’re into yourself being sick.”

“I am,” Vio smiled cheekily.

“Freaky. I love it.”

•••

For dinner that night, Ethan made them rigatoni with marinara sauce, baked potatoes with cheese (but left off the cheese for himself, he didn’t want both of them being sick at once), broccoli, carrots, and mushrooms. Vio was happy to eat it at first, but about halfway through, they were already full and bloated. Nonetheless, they kept going and finished the meal and their glass of water.

For dessert, Ethan brought out a box of donuts.

“My roommate bought these the other day and he said I could have some. Do you want any?”

“Hell yeah.”

Vio downed two donuts with a glass of milk.

“You are so gonna throw up after this. You never eat this much.”

“That’s the idea,” Vio said, picking up a third donut.

“We’re lucky John isn’t going to be here tonight.”

“Yeah, good timing.”

•••

They were watching another movie together. It had been about 20 minutes since they had finished dinner, and Vio had been resisting the urge to make themself vomit for a while now. They were absolutely stuffed, bloated, clammy and miserable, but they knew it would come up on its own eventually, and it’s always better that way.

Still, their stomach hurt like crazy and they longed for relief.

“Babe, can you rub my tummy?” they asked Ethan pathetically.

“Sure. I bet it feels awful now, doesn’t it?” he said, reaching over and gently stroking their oversized belly.

“Yeah. It hurts. I want to just get it over with already.”

“Aw. Can’t say I’m surprised though.”

“Yeah.”

Ethan pressed gently on Vio’s abdomen, rubbing in little circles. Their stomach reacted right away with a surge of nausea. A loud wet burp escaped Vio’s lips.

“Oh, damn,” Ethan said.

Vio could taste everything from their dinner in an awful mixture. It only made them more nauseous.

“Oh, god,” Vio said. “I think I’m gonna puke right now.”

“Oh no! Do you want a trash can, or-“

“No, let’s go to the bathroom.”

They got up from the couch. Pain shot through Vio’s stomach as its contents sloshed around with the movement. They got to their knees in front of the toilet. The seat was already up.

Another sickly burp made its debut. The disgusting taste got stronger. Their belly felt more full and stretched than ever. They gripped the sides of the toilet bowl.

“Oh, come on,” Vio begged.

“Do you want me to rub your stomach again?”

“Yes, please.”

Ethan sat on his knees behind Vio and wrapped his arms around their midsection. He pressed slightly on their belly, and they instantly gagged, sending up a huge burp followed by a projectile rush of thick vomit.

He let go, allowing them to catch their breath. They coughed violently for a few seconds.

“Oh my god, that was so hot,” they breathed.

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yeah. Press harder.”

“Whoa.”

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Vio said, embarrassed.

“No, I’ll do it.”

Ethan pushed firmly on Vio’s belly. They retched immediately again, bringing up thick puke for almost seven seconds straight.

They coughed and caught their breath again, but this time their stomach lurched again on its own. Some thinner, milkier liquid splashed into the toilet.

They spat into the mess.

“You alright?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah.”

They were so turned on, but so miserable at the same time.

“Want me squeeze you again?”

“Sure. You can just keep doing it every once in a while, after I catch my breath. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“Alright.”

He pushed on their belly again. They spewed chunky vomit for several seconds.

They let out what must have sounded like a moan. Ethan delicately tucked a loose bit of their hair behind their ear, then squeezed them again. They heaved as forcefully as ever, but only brought up a little this time. They figured they might be near the end of what’s left.

They gagged again with Ethan’s help, sending a tiny trickle of their dinner back out where it came in.

“Okay, I think I’m done,” Vio gasped.

“Alright.” Ethan started massaging Vio’s shoulders.

Vio spat into the toilet again. Their stomach felt much smaller now, but no less painful.

“Man, it hurts,” Vio groaned.

“I bet it does.”

“But I’m so horny right now,” they admitted, blushing as they looked over their shoulder at Ethan.

Ethan grinned and bit his lower lip. “Me too, a bit.”

“Really?” Vio put the toiled lid down and flushed it.

“Yeah.”

“I hope you don’t catch this.”

“I don’t mind either way.”

“Seriously?” Vio asked.

“Yeah. I can only imagine how much you’d love to see me like this.”

“Oh my god…” Vio blushed harder.

“You wanna go to the bedroom?” Ethan asked suggestively.

“Hell yeah I do.”

———

And you can guess what happened next.

This is my first time writing nsfw or even suggestive stuff so yeah I hope I did okay lol. Lmk if you want a sequel (as always). I could do more with Vio later in the night, or Ethan the next day when he inevitably catches it.

the idea of caretaker being turned on by their sickie being….well, sick, is great. but have you considered: sickie being the one incredibly turned on by the state they’re in, while their devoted caretaker is oblivious and solely focused on looking after them. sickie admitting to them how pathetically horny they are and begging their caretaker to touch them. caretaker is surprised at first but quickly gets into it, whispering that they’ll do whatever it is their partner needs to feel better

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Sympathy Sick

TW: emeto

———

It was 11 PM on a normal Tuesday night and Raj was getting ready to go to bed. He saw that the sign was flipped to “occupied” on the shared bathroom door in his dorm.

Oh, Julian must be in there.

He decided to brush his teeth, not thinking anything of it.

A minute later, he heard a loud retch come from the other side of the door. He froze. His stomach was already turning from the sound.

Oh god, is he getting sick?

Raj tried to spit out the toothpaste so he could get out of there as soon as possible, but he was too late. His roommate heaved loudly again and liquid splashed into the toilet.

Raj barely had time to brace himself on the counter before a bit of his dinner made its way up his throat and into the sink. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to think about it.

Julian vomited again and Raj’s stomach followed, bringing up a mouthful of sick. It sounded like Julian was throwing up everything he ever ate with the intensity and length of the splashes.

Jesus Christ. I hope I don’t catch whatever he’s got.

The thought of himself being that sick made his stomach jump. His roommate let out a sickly burp and then more liquid. Raj puked up another puny amount of his food in response.

Julian, please, just stop, he thought. He would never say that out loud, though, because of course, that’s not how sickness works. He can’t stop any more than I can. Wait, can I…?

The next time Julian threw up, Raj tried to forcefully stop himself from following suit. He successfully swallowed down the liquid that came up his throat at first, but then it just came back with a vengeance seconds later. The second gag was much more violent and painful than the first and brought up much more vomit.

That didn’t work at all. I guess if it was that easy, no one would ever be sick.

“Raj?” Julian said from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Raj responded.

“Are you sick, too?”

“No, I just…” He paused, knowing that even saying these words out loud would turn his stomach. “I always throw up when somebody else throws up.”

“Oh, you’re a sympathy puker?”

He had never heard it in those words before, but now that he did, it definitely applied.

“I guess so.”

“Well, sorry,” Julian apologized.

“It’s okay. I just wish you would’ve told me you were going to… y’know… so that I could stay in my room.”

“I’ll try to text you next time, if it happens again.”

“Thanks. Are you okay, by the way?”

“Yeah. I mean, I feel like shit, but I’m fine.”

I sure get that.

He washed the evidence down the drain and went back to his bedroom, hoping and praying Julian wouldn’t be sick again. Just in case, he texted him:

Let me know if you need anything.

Luckily, it turned out to be a one-time thing and he didn’t need anything.

———

Yeah this is really short lol. Just a fun intro to Raj as a sympathy puker tbh.

Here are some notes/background about Raj if you’re interested:

He and Julian have known each other since high school, but they weren’t very close in high school. They happened to have a couple of classes together in their first year at Uni, and since he was the only person Julian knew in those classes, Julian talked to him and they became better friends. Raj’s parents immigrated from India when he was in preschool and Julian’s parents immigrated from South Africa before Julian was born, so they bonded over their shared experiences with that. They started rooming together in their second semester because they got along so well.

This interaction is set in their fist semester rooming together, so their second semester at Uni.

Julian is now one of the few people Raj is comfortable talking to at Uni. Raj doesn’t talk much to or around people he isn’t close friends with, but he talks freely to Julian. He has always been a pretty socially anxious person, and he has undiagnosed selective mutism.

Usually Raj would avoid sick people like the plague (literally), but he cares enough about Julian that he wants to make sure he’s okay no matter what. He’ll still avoid him when he’s actually throwing up though. He’s not emetophobic, but ofc he doesn’t enjoy throwing up.

They’re both straight btw.

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Character intro

Ciano

(he/him but also fine with they/them, and she/her when referring to his drag persona)

He’s a music major, likes singing & music production, does drag performances on the side. He has epilepsy. He is Sergio’s boyfriend in their Senior year and they met in their Freshman year. (I’ll probably be writing a story about how they met, and maybe one about how they started dating.)

Keep reading for him in drag

Not quite accurate skin tone bc limited options but whatever

And just a bonus, here’s Sergio again with the Picrew I used to make the first picture, with some face piercings added by me

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Acting Drunk

TW: alcohol, emeto

———

Magnus and Lucas walked onto set just on time. Well, they were technically late. Penelope already had the camera set up, Raj had the sound set up, and Regan and Jessica were in their costumes. Armando had the lights set up and was running around making sure everyone was doing their jobs.

“Hey, you’re here!” Penelope greeted them.

Then she noticed something strange. Magnus was staggering a little and had that stupid smile on his face that he always had when he was drunk.

“Wait, Magnus, have you actually been drinking for this, or are you just already in character?” she asked lightheartedly.

“Maybe a little bit of both,” he answered.

His words were just barely noticeably slurred.

“He’s had four beers already,” Lucas exposed him.

“Is that a lot?” Regan asked.

“It’s too much to drink before a shoot,” Armando said.

“Not for me,” Magnus countered. “I’m a very productive drunk.”

“I guess we’ll see about that,” Armando snarked.

“I don’t know about that, but I at least know he isn’t an asshole when he’s drunk,” Lucas remarked.

“But isn’t he supposed to be for this?” Jessica asked.

“That’s true,” said Lucas.

“I mean, I can be an asshole if you want me to be,” Magnus said jokingly, “but I figured you wouldn’t want me to be that kind of method actor.”

“You were right,” Jessica assured him.

“Oh, and check this out.” Lucas pulled two beer bottles out from behind his back. “We bought these for him to drink during the scene.”

“Oh my god.” Armando rolled his eyes. “He’s going to get way too drunk.”

“Hey, it was his idea to use real beer,” Lucas defended himself.

“I think he just tricked you into buying him a bunch of drinks,” Penelope joked.

“Maybe.” Lucas laughed. “But I’m the director, so let’s just say it was my ‘creative decision.’ Anyway, let’s get started.”

He was right about being able to act while drunk. In fact, he was so good at acting like an angry alcoholic dad that everyone on set was scared by it, especially Regan and Jessica. He apologized profusely after every take of yelling at them. At least it made for good reaction shots.

They moved to Armando’s living room (or more accurately, his parents’ living room), to shoot the next scene, in which Magnus’s character gets interrupted by his kids while drinking and watching a football game and then he chases them around.

Lucas wanted to have it all be one long take. Every time they messed something up, they had to do the whole scene again. Magnus kept basically chugging the beer at the beginning of the scene even though he didn’t need to, so he went through a whole bottle in three takes.

“Jesus, Magnus, you could slow down a bit,” Lucas said after the third take.

“No cause I’m trying to catch them,” Magnus objected.

“No, I meant with the beer,” Lucas clarified.

“Ah, it’s fine,” Magnus slurred. “Le’s jus’ do another take.”

In the next take he opened the second bottle. Luckily it was a good take and they could move on to the next scene.

“Alright, let’s move to the kitchen,” Lucas directed.

“Wait, first—“ Magnus stopped and covered a loud burp with his fist. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Go outside if you’re really going to do that.” Armando pointed him toward the front door.

“A’right, c’mere and get it on camera,” Magnus said, motioning for Penelope and Raj to come with him as he stumbled toward the door.

“What?” Penelope asked.

“C’mere!” He opened the door. “Lucas can use it in the film.”

“…Okay. Go ahead,” Lucas told them.

“I can’t. I can’t watch someone be sick or I’ll be sick,” Raj explained.

“Luke, you take the mic then,” Magnus slurred.

Penelope picked up the tripod and followed him outside. Lucas took the sound equipment from Raj and followed them both.

“Rest of you, stay in there or you’ll ruin the shot,” Magnus told Armando, Jessica and Regan as he closed the door behind Lucas.

He stumbled over to a bush in the front yard and braced his hands on his knees. Penelope and Lucas started recording, still confused as to why they were going along with this.

Magnus let out a deep, wet belch. Usually something like that would make him laugh when he was drunk, but now he was clearly back in character. Suddenly, a torrent of vomit came gushing from his mouth. It was clearly just beer. He seemed utterly unfazed.

Jessica peered through the small window next to the front door. Magnus caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey, get the fuck outta here!” he yelled, shooing her away with one hand before puking up what was probably a whole bottle of beer at once.

Jessica scurried away from the window.

“Okay, cut,” Lucas said, shocked at Magnus’s performance. “Magnus, are you good?”

“Of course,” Magnus responded with an amused smile. He quietly heaved up a few spoonfuls of alcohol. “D’you get the shot?”

“Yeah,” Lucas said.

“You really need to drink some water or have something to eat,” Penelope told him.

“I will. Hold on.” Magnus burped up a little more liquid. “M’kay, I think I’m done.” He stood up and started to stagger his way back inside.

Penelope guided him with her hand on his back and the other hand carrying the tripod.

“You’re going to have a hell of a hangover,” Lucas said, following them in with the sound equipment.

“Nahhh, i’s fine.”

———

I keep writing these ones that are perfect setups for sequels lol. Maybe I’ll write about Magnus’s hangover eventually, if anyone wants to see that.

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Can’t Miss the Film Showcase

TW: emeto, brief description of a violent/bloody movie scene

———

Lucas had been dry-heaving over the toilet for an undetermined number of minutes now, but saliva was the only thing that dripped from his mouth. Penelope had been holding his hair back the whole time.

“I don’t think anything’s going to come up, babe,” she said, continuing to rub her hand up and down his back.

Sweat was soaking through his shirt. Other than that and looking the slightest bit paler than normal, he didn’t look ill, but he clearly felt it.

“I know,” Lucas told her. “I’m not doing this on purpose. HuURK—“

“I know, babe, it’s okay. I just think maybe you should eat or drink something. You didn’t have lunch, did you?”

“I only had a few sips of ginger ale. I thought it might help—” He gagged again and coughed hoarsely. “—but I couldn’t keep drinking it.”

“Okay, it’s okay. I’m sure you’ll feel better soon. I just don’t want you getting dehydrated, ‘cause you already said you were dizzy and I don’t want you to pass out.”

“I don’t want that either.”

Penn cringed as Lucas retched again.

“Oh wait— I think we might have some nausea medicine. Do you want me to go look for it?”

“Yes, please.”

•••30 minutes later•••

Lucas tried to take a nap while Penn took the dog, Hercules, on a walk.

“Hey, honey,” she whispered, poking her head in the door to the bedroom.

“Hey, babe.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“How you feeling?”

“Better,” he answered. “The medicine is definitely helping.”

“I’m glad. Do you think you could eat something?”

“Yeah, probably.”

He sat up in bed. His vision started to double right away.

“Whoa,” he said, holding his hands out in front of him to look at them.

“What’s wrong?” She came to the side of the bed.

Hercules pushed his way through the door and jumped up on the bed, wagging his tail.

“I just had four hands for a second there,” Lucas breathed.

“What? Oh, did you get dizzy?”

“Yeah. I still am a little bit.”

“Your hands are shaking, too. You’re probably really dehydrated. You’ve been sweating so much.”

He looked back at the bedsheets. She was right.

“Alright, yeah.”

He stood up shakily. She caught him when he swayed forwards. He put his arm around her shoulders.

“You okay?” She held him steady with her arm around his back and her other hand on his chest.

“Yeah, just… a bit dizzy again.” He leaned his head down.

“It’s okay. Come on, come to the couch.”

They made their way over to the other room. Lucas flopped down on the couch. Hercules jumped up and laid down on his lap.

“Hey, buddy!” He couldn’t help but smile at the dog’s affection. He ruffled Hercules’s floppy ears.

“I think he knows you’re sick,” Penn commented.

“I’m sure he does.”

“What do you want to eat? Or do you just want something to drink?”

“Hmm… I want to try the ginger ale again.”

“Is that it on the table?” She pointed to a glass of translucent orange-ish liquid on the kitchen table.

“Yeah.”

She quickly got it for him and brought it over. “Here.”

He took a hesitant sip.

Nothing happened right away, so he kept drinking more in small amounts. Penn sat down on the couch next to him.

“This nausea medicine is really working,” he remarked. “I mean, I still feel a bit weird, but it’s definitely not as bad as it was before.”

“I’m glad,” she smiled. “Does your head feel any better?”

“A little bit.”

“And your stomach doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No. It did earlier, from all the… clenching. But now it doesn’t.”

“So that can’t be why you’re dizzy.”

“No.”

“Huh.” She got up and walked over to the snack cabinet in the kitchen. “Do you think you could have a little snack?”

“Yeah, probably. I’m kind of hungry, actually.”

“Alright. It looks like we don’t have any plain crackers,” she said, closing the cabinet. “Bananas are supposed to be good when you’re sick, right?”

“I think so.”

•••

He ended up eating about three fourths of a banana and then feeling full. He always ate small portions at a time, but that was small even for him. Despite that, he still didn’t feel nauseous, so he decided to just take a nap on the couch.

Hercules curled up on his legs and they both fell asleep within a few minutes.

•••1 hour later•••

“Hey, babe?” Penelope tapped him gently on the shoulder.

“Hm?” he said groggily.

“I’m guessing you want to skip the student film showcase?”

“What? Oh, no, I can still go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I can’t miss that!” He sat up and stretched his arms.

“Okay, we’ll have to leave in like—“ she checked her watch— “three minutes.”

“Oh!” He hopped up off the couch. “I have to get ready!”

“Be careful! Don’t stand up too fast.”

His vision swam again like it did before. He leaned down and took a deep breath.

“Right,” he said with an embarrassed laugh.

“It’s okay, babe, just get your shoes. I’ll drive.”

“Thanks, babe.”

•••27 minutes later•••

His tummy tossed and turned with the movement of Penn’s truck. The suspension was usually quite good, but it didn’t feel so good today.

Or maybe it’s just me that doesn’t feel so good… We’re almost there. It’s fine.

When they arrived, he at least felt okay enough to walk without Penn’s help.

They hung out in the lobby for a while, talking to other people. After a few minutes of that, a few other film students and staff brought out the dinner.

The smells of the food hit him like a punch to the gut.

I’m so glad I didn’t volunteer to help set up this time. I couldn’t have handled this.

He didn’t volunteer because he had a class scheduled for right before the event, which he ended up skipping.

“Are you going to eat anything?” Penn asked him.

“Nooo.” He put his hand over his belly.

“Oh, babe,” she said sympathetically. “I’m sorry, I should’ve brought the nausea medicine.”

“It’s okay. I’ll just go outside. I think it’s all the smells.”

“Okay.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was definitely a bit feverish.

“I’m going to get something for myself,” she told him. “I can come out there with you to eat, or if that would upset your stomach I can stay in here.”

“No, you can hang outside with me. Make me look less lonely,” he joked.

“Alright.”

She gave him another peck and went over to the table to get her food. Lucas walked back outside.

Tomas came and talked to him for a minute. He pretended to be fine, but he didn’t pay much attention to the conversation.

Penelope came out with her food and tried to eat it quietly. Lucas did things on his phone to distract himself. The fresh air did settle his stomach a little.

The lights in the lobby flashed on and off to let everyone know the showcase was starting soon. Everyone filed into the large auditorium.

They got in at the back of the line, but luckily Sergio had saved two seats for them. They were right in the middle of the auditorium.

Yes, the best seats!

The whole place was about half full. Lucas and Penelope shuffled past a few people, including Ethan and Vio, to get to their seats. Lucas sat next to Sergio and Penelope sat next to Ethan.

Their film production professor gave a little speech, then started the first video, which was a short film made by the production II class and directed by Vio. The next one was a trailer for a slightly longer short film directed by their professor.

Lucas wished he could enjoy the films more. He was nervous about having people watch his own project, which was normal, but he couldn’t tell how much of his queasiness was butterflies and how much was actual illness.

The next one was directed by Penelope. He had seen it before, but he watched it closely anyway. It was a very well-made experimental short. He told her how much he liked it for the millionth time.

Next up was Sergio’s. Lucas had been there for the filming of one of the first scenes, but he hadn’t seen the rest. Sergio had said he wanted the twist at the end to be a surprise for everyone who wasn’t involved in filming it.

The last scene certainly took Lucas by surprise, mostly by how gory it was. Ethan’s character was stabbed in the chest and started coughing up blood. Of course, Lucas knew it was fake, but it was still gross. Usually he wasn’t too squeamish about blood in movies, but this time it really made him woozy.

He leaned his head down and covered his eyes. Nothing settled down. Penelope noticed how pale and sweaty he looked even in the dark.

“You okay babe?” she whispered.

“No. I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Come on, then, let’s go outside.” She stood up and gently grabbed his arm to help him up.

Standing made his head spin faster again. He almost fell over several times while he tried to shuffle past people to get out of the theater. He got some confused looks from his friends and strangers.

Once they were out into the aisle, Penn was able to steady him and quickly guide him through the lobby and outside.

The moment he was outdoors he doubled over and gagged over the grass. He would definitely have been swaying back and forth if Penn hadn’t been holding his shoulders.

“I’m so dizzy,” he breathed heavily.

“Okay, uh…” She tried to think of something she could do to help. “Could you squat down?”

Good idea.

He tried to squat down but ended up falling on his knees.

“Well, this is fine too,” she said.

Penn squatted down next to him and hugged him from the back.

She’s worried I’ll pass out. I know she hates it when that happens.

“I’m—hUurrp~” he was cut off by a deep belch. It made him taste the bland food and drink he had earlier. Even that mild taste was disgusting to him now.

He leaned forward and weakly retched up a thick sludge of banana and ginger ale onto the ground.

The slimy feeling in his throat made him heave again immediately. He brought up another mouthful of gross slurry and started coughing uncontrollably. Penn patted his back.

“Breathe, babe,” she said.

I’m trying!

The coughing finally ended with another wet burp that brought up a tiny amount of acidic sick. He took a moment to catch his breath.

“God, throwing up banana is the worst,” he groaned.

“Aw, babe, I’m sorry.”

His stomach forced out a few drops of acid with a loud retch.

“That sounds like it hurts,” she said.

“It does.”

She hummed sympathetically and kept stroking his back, hoping it would provide him some comfort. He slowly sat up straight as he became sure he wouldn’t vomit again. His stomach felt a little calmer and less bloated, but still a bit off.

“Do you want to go back inside?”

“Yeah. Do I look okay?” he asked with a grimace.

“I’m not gonna lie, you look pretty rough.”

“I thought so.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves. “Ah, fuck it. I don’t want us to miss the panel.”

“Alright, do you need me to help you up?” She stood up effortlessly.

“No, I’m good,” he said, getting up shakily. “Okay maybe I’m still a bit dizzy.”

“It’s okay,” she reassured him. She gently held him by the shoulders again as they walked back through the lobby and into the auditorium.

All of the film students who participated in the projects shown were sitting on the edge of the stage.

“Aw, we missed yours,” Penn whispered to Lucas.

“You’ll get to see it later,” he promised her.

Penelope and Lucas hopped up on the end next to Raj.

Raj nodded at them, greeting them wordlessly as usual. They nodded back. Lucas quickly figured out Magnus was talking about his method acting, also as usual.

Once he was done with that, one of the film professors asked Lucas a question about a lighting technique he used in his film. He tried to give a good answer as quickly as he could. He would’ve gone on about it, but his stomach was starting to turn again.

The professor asked Penelope a similar technical question. Penn loved to talk about techniques and equipment, so he had heard her describe this technique before they shot the scene. He didn’t have to listen this time to know what she was talking about, which was lucky because his nausea was only getting worse.

I really hope I don’t have to puke again…

Penelope finished rambling. A member of the audience asked Sergio how they made Ethan’s character’s death scene. The words “blood,” “bleeding,” and “coughing” stuck out in Lucas’s mind and flipped his stomach every time. Saliva started to build up in his mouth.

I’m going to have to puke again.

Without further warning, he gagged silently and his mouth was suddenly full of sour liquid. He slapped his hand over his pursed lips and tried to run out to the lobby, but he was practically tripping over his own feet. Penelope rushed over to help him.

“I’m so sorry,” she said to everyone as she led Lucas through the door.

He staggered wildly over to the closest trash bin and grabbed the sides as he let the vomit pour out.

He cleared his throat and spat repeatedly but he couldn’t get rid of the taste. He tried his best not to gag again, but he couldn’t help it. Nothing came up this time.

“Babe, oh my goodness,” she said, holding him by the shoulders again.

He didn’t realize how much he was swaying side to side until she did that. The room was whirling around like crazy. He was just focused on staying standing up and holding on to the trash can.

He hurled up a decent amount of liquid. If there was such a color as “puke green,” this was it.

“Is that just acid?” she asked.

He burped up a trickle of fluid.

It’s definitely just acid.

Before he could speak, he retched emptily again. His abs were getting more sore with every contraction.

God, can this just stop? There’s nothing left!

But he couldn’t stop. He dry-heaved again.

I just want to sit down…

“Are you going to pass out, babe?”

He thought about it for a second. His knees were getting weaker. He wasn’t exactly lightheaded, just dizzy and tired, which wasn’t usually how he felt before he passed out.

“I dunno. I don’t think so,” he told her.

“You should sit down just in case.”

I haven’t gagged in a while. I think it’s over.

“Sure.” He slowly let himself down to the floor with Penn’s support, then scooted back and leaned against the wall.

“Does your stomach feel any better now?” she asked, trying to find something good in this.

“Not really,” he said hesitantly. “I mean, I don’t feel like I’m going to throw up anymore, but now it hurts more.”

“Aw. I think you need to drink something again, so you won’t pass out.”

He sighed. On one hand, he felt hungry now that his stomach was completely empty. On the other hand, he wasn’t looking forward to taking in anything more because it would likely upset his stomach again.

She’s probably right, though. She’s usually right about these things.

“Okay, fine,” he said. “Can you get me a water from the cooler?”

“Of course.”

She jumped up and brought him a water bottle. He sipped from it tentatively. The cool water felt nice on his sore throat, and it helped wash away some of the sour taste. He sipped some more.

This actually feels pretty good…

…until it hit his stomach. It sat much more heavily than water should. He groaned.

“What is it?” she said, expecting the worst.

“I think we just need to go home,” he said. “Nothing’s going to stay down without that nausea medicine.”

“Aw, I’m sorry I forgot to bring it. It just slipped my mind ‘cause you were feeling okay at the time…”

“It’s okay. Let’s just go home.”

“Yeah.” She offered her hand to help him up.

He took it and tried to pull himself up, but it didn’t work the first time. He tried again, and this time Penn pulled him up harder and it worked. He was still pretty wobbly.

Sergio walked out into the lobby just as Lucas put his arm over Penelope’s shoulders again.

“Where you guys going?” He stopped in his tracks when Lucas looked back at him. “Are you good, dude?”

“I’m pretty sick,” he answered.

“Ah, that sucks.”

“Yeah, he threw up a couple times,” Penn said.

Come on, you didn’t have to tell him that.

“Wait, did my film make you puke? Is that why you went running out here earlier?”

“Well, it was going to happen anyway,” Lucas said.

“Sure, dude,” he said jokingly.

Lucas laughed it off. He didn’t feel like going into detail about it.

“Hope you feel better soon,” Sergio called out as he went into the bathroom.

“Thanks,” Lucas called back. “Alright, let’s go.”

She helped him walk to the car without falling.

I really hope I make it home without puking again…

———

Would anyone like to see a part 2 about the car ride home and later that night?

[osp-originals]

Stunt Gone Wrong

TW: concussion, emeto

———

Vio was slightly worried by Ethan and Jessica’s poor stunt-tackling form, but the two didn’t seem to share Vio’s concern.

“We’ll be fine,” Ethan insisted.

“If you say so,” they finally gave up.

“Alright, ready for take two?” Tomas asked.

“I was born ready!” said Ethan enthusiastically.

“Yeah, me too!” Jessica giggled.

Ethan’s arm was already bruised from the last take, but he didn’t care.

This shot is going to be so good!

“Camera?” said Tomas.

“Speed,” said Raj, who was laying on the floor to get the perfect low angle for the shot.

“Sound?”

“Speed,” Min responded.

“Slate,” Tomas said, holding out the slate in front of the camera. “Scene two, shot one, take two, marker.”

Snap!

“And, action,” he directed.

Jessica started running at Ethan and Ethan started running away from her, toward the camera. She jumped on him as if tacking him without actually pushing him. He fell down in what was supposed to be a controlled manner. He wasn’t expecting the camera to be right where his head was supposed to land.

Smack!

“Ow!” Ethan yelped.

He held the side of his head that hit the camera and his face contorted with pain.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry!” Jessica apologized as she climbed off of him. “Are you okay?”

Raj stayed frozen in wide-eyes shock. Vio immediately came running over.

“Babe, are you okay?” asked Vio.

“Oww,” he groaned and rolled over onto his front.

“Let me see it,” Vio ordered.

They pulled his hand away from his head and pushed his hair aside to look for where he hit his head.

“Well, it’s not bleeding,” they said, “as far as I can tell with all this hair.”

“Oh,” Raj sighed.

“What?” asked Vio.

“I thought I heard his head crack, but it was the camera lens,” he explained.

“Oh no, the lens is broken?” Ethan asked, finally opening his eyes to look at it.

“Okay, he’s fine,” Tomas said with a laugh.

“I don’t know about that,” Vio hesitated.

“No, I’m fine,” Ethan assured them. “Just a bit… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” they questioned. “That sounds concerning.”

“No, it’s nothing,” he insisted.

It was not nothing. The room seemed to be spinning, but he couldn’t think of the word to describe that feeling, so he just gave up.

“Alright, fine. You should at least take a break, though,” they advised him.

“Yeah, definitely,” he agreed.

“We can just film the scene four while we’re waiting,” Tomas suggested.

Ethan walked himself to the lounge room. He felt like he was on a tiny boat at sea, but no one said anything about him stumbling or walking weirdly, even Vio.

I must be imagining it.

He was glad the lights were already dim. The bright lights down the hall were starting to hurt to look at. He plunked himself down on the couch.

This is a nice couch.

He had never been in the engineering lounge before. In fact, he had only been in the engineering building once before this shoot.

His thoughts about the engineering building were soon derailed by him noticing an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. He knew the feeling well; it was a sort of latent queasiness. He also knew that if it progressed to full-on nausea, he would probably lose his lunch.

I don’t know where the bathrooms are around here. I guess I can use that trash can in the hall if I have to. I was careful about what I ate today. I wonder why my stomach is upset?

He decided not to think about it too much. Thinking about it always made it worse. Over the course of a couple of minutes, the headache that he didn’t realize he had got worse and he grew tired. He lied down on the couch.

I wonder if I can sleep this off.

His stomach seemed to object to that idea. After a few more minutes, the trademark feeling of nausea developed.

He listened to the others filming and considered his options. They were around the corner in the hallway, basically on the other side of the wall that the couch was up against.

If I use that trash can, they’ll probably see me. Hmm… I don’t really have another choice though, do I?

He didn’t have much time to think about it either. Saliva started to pool in his mouth, and he knew that meant he had about ten seconds. He sat up on the couch. Right away, he noticed that his balance was even worse than it was before.

Oh, this is going to be… difficult.

He wobbled the moment he stood up. His eyes locked onto the bin.

Come on, it’s not that far.

He staggered forward, using various things for support when he could. He made it to the trash can and grabbed both sides of it.

Yes, alright, now just brace yourself…

“Ethan?”

“HuUEk—” he gagged dryly before he had time to process who said his name. Drool dripped from his lips.

“Oh my goodness, babe, are you okay?” Vio asked.

His body’s answer to that was apparently to send up a mouthful of vomit. His stomach started to hurt and he instinctively put his arm around it.

“Oh, babe…” Vio said.

Their voice had such a sympathetic tone to it. They placed their hand on his back and gently rubbed it. It was embarrassing for them to do this in front of other people, but still almost as comforting as it usually was.

His stomach cramped again and he hurled up a spoonful of thick sick.

Why do the tiny amounts always have to hurt the most?

He spat out the excessive saliva and caught his breath.

“Do you think it’s something you ate?” Vio asked quietly so the others wouldn’t hear.

Ethan shook his head. “Not that I can think of.”

“Hold on,” Vio said, seemingly realizing something. “Does your head still hurt?”

He nodded.

“You might have a concussion.”

The fact he had hit his head had somehow slipped his mind.

“That would make sense,” he agreed.

“Can I see your eyes?”

He looked up at them, squinting at the bright lights.

“Open them a little more,” they requested.

He did as they asked. The light made his headache grow exponentially. After less than a second, he retched up a puny dribble into the trash can again.

“Aw, babe, I’m sorry,” they apologized. “Your pupils are huge, though. We should definitely go to the health center.”

“Okay,” he mumbled.

[osp-originals]

Unfortunate Discovery

TW: emeto, brief food descriptions

———

It was supposed to be a fun night out. They had just finished the final day of shooting for a short film and gone to a nice restaurant, and now Lucas felt sick to his stomach.

Armando was driving half of the crew—himself, Penelope, Lucas, Steven, and Ethan—on the two hour drive back to campus. Lucas, being the skinniest, was stuck between Penelope and his brother Steven in the back seats. It had only been a few minutes since they had started the trip.

With every minute that passed, Lucas’ stomach got more upset.

I don’t get carsick, so it can’t be that… and I don’t have any other symptoms, so I don’t think I’m actually sick…

He tried to figure out what could be making him feel so awful.

Did I just eat too much? I don’t think so…

The pressure of his stomach against the inside of his abdomen just kept getting stronger as more minutes went by.

Did I eat something I don’t usually eat? Let’s see, steak, rice, no, those are fine…

He leaned back in his seat to try to get more comfortable. It didn’t help. He leaned forward. It didn’t help.

Avocado? I guess I don’t usually eat that much of it. That could be it.

He tried to lean to one side somehow. It didn’t help.

Nothing was working. He held his seatbelt out from his body, which helped a little bit with the pressure.

“You okay, Lucas?” Penelope asked, breaking from her conversation with Ethan and Armando.

“Yeah, my stomach just feels a bit…” he shook his head, trying to think of the right way to describe it. “…bad.”

“How bad?” she pried.

“Are you gonna barf?” Steven teased him.

“I might just barf on you,” he quipped back.

“Seriously, though, so I need to get off the highway?” Armando asked.

Lucas thought about it for a moment.

“Yeah, probably,” he answered.

“Okay,” Armando said with a sigh. “You better not ruin my car.”

“Are there any plastic bags or anything in here?” Ethan wondered.

“I don’t think so,” Armando answered.

Ethan checked the glove compartment as Armando took an exit to get off the highway. The GPS voice started telling him how to get back on the highway.

“Ethan, could you turn that off and change it to avoid highways?” Armando requested.

“Sure,” Ethan said. “It needs your passcode.”

Armando skillfully typed his passcode without looking at his phone.

While Ethan messed with the GPS, Lucas tried to figure out whether he was really going to be sick or not. The feeling was right at the point where he couldn’t tell whether it was going to stay the same and eventually subside, or get worse and make him double over.

If it gets any worse, I’m definitely going to throw up.

It got worse. His stomach started to turn.

“Pull over,” he mumbled.

“What?” Armando asked.

“He said pull over,” Penelope told him urgently. “I think he’s going to throw up.”

“Oh, shit,” Armando said.

They were in the middle of a three lane road with a decent amount of traffic. He looked around for an opportunity to change lanes.

Don’t barf in the car, don’t barf in the car, Lucas repeated to himself, trying to prevent it from happening with sheer force of will.

Penelope noticed Lucas’ face getting pale and his cheeks getting flushed. His stomach churned and gurgled more and more. He pressed his hand over his mouth.

“If you don’t want your car ruined, you better get over, Armando,” Steven warned him.

“I know, I’m trying!” Armando snapped.

He cut aggressively into the left lane. Someone honked at him, but he didn’t care. Penelope unbuckled her seatbelt and got ready to jump out of the car. Lucas did the same while Armando pulled the car over onto the shoulder.

As soon as the car stopped, Penelope opened her door and gracefully hopped out of the way. Lucas clambered over the seats and practically fell out of the car. He staggered forward a few steps, then braced himself with his hands on his knees.

He gagged loudly, but nothing came up.

“Come on, get it over with!” Steven yelled from the car.

Lucas wished it was that easy. The pressure was unbearable. He heaved again, but still, nothing.

Steven mocked his retching noises. That finally sent him over the edge. His stomach violently contracted, forcing a large amount of his dinner up his throat and onto the grass.

He tried to spit out the awful taste. He could hear Steven laughing in the background.

Another painful heave sent up a mouthful of half-digested food. He spat again.

“Do you think it was something you ate?” Penelope asked, now standing next to him.

“Probably,” he responded.

Mucus dripped from his nose. His face was hot with embarrassment. He wondered how many people were looking at him from their cars.

He gagged again, puking up only a small stream of mucus and saliva.

He took a deep breath, letting the spit drip out of his mouth.

“Do you think you’re done?” Penelope asked gently.

“Maybe.”

He stood upright. He still felt queasy, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was before. The pressure was almost gone.

“Yeah. I feel so much better now,” he told her.

“That’s good.”

[osp-originals]

That Time Lucas Broke his Ass and Passed Out

This is set in Penelope, Armando and Lucas’ sophomore (second) year, when Pen had just joined the film club, so she and Lucas have not know each other very long

Inspired by #7 and #2 on my favorite whump tropes list

TW: breaking bones, syncope/fainting, avoiding medical treatment (due to the cost)

———

All he was going to do was walk backwards while filming. He had done this many times before. Totally normal situation.

Little did he know, this time would be anything but normal.

“Camera?” the director, Henry, said.

“Rolling,” Lucas responded as he pressed the ‘record’ button on the device.

It was his first time using the university’s biggest, heaviest, fanciest, and most expensive camera.

“Sound?” Henry asked.

“Speed,” said the sound tech, Penelope.

“Scene one, shot one-A, take two, marker,” Armando, the assistant director, said.

He then let the top of the clapboard fall, making the distinctive loud click. He stepped to the side.

“Action!”

The actors began saying their lines and walking toward Lucas. He started walking backwards quickly to keep pace with them. His mind was focused intensely on keeping the shot steady and walking smoothly. His feet barely lifted off the ground.

His heel caught on something. Sounds of concern came from several people in the room.

In the next few seconds, several thoughts raced through his mind.

Oh shit, I’m falling!

I can’t drop this camera. It’s way too expensive!

Welp, this is going to hurt, but it’s a sacrifice I’m going to have to make.

In real time, it just looked like him falling unceremoniously on his butt without even trying to catch himself.

It was way worse than he thought it would be. His tailbone smacked the tile floor hard. The pain shot up like a bullet through his spine. He definitely felt the right side of the bone crack.

“FUCK!” he yelled out involuntarily.

“Ooch, that’s gotta hurt,” Henry said.

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut and breathed shakily and slowly, trying not to scream.

“Are you okay?” Penelope asked.

The lightheadedness started to creep in.

Oh, I should’ve expected this…

He carefully set the camera down next to him.

“I think I actually broke my ass,” Lucas said.

Henry couldn’t hold back laughter. Lucas cracked a slight smile. He couldn’t say it wasn’t funny, even though it was extremely painful.

“Seriously?” Henry asked incredulously.

“Yeah, seriously,” Lucas responded.

Henry laughed even harder.

“Here, I’ll help you up,” Penelope offered.

He finally opened his eyes to see that she was standing next to him, holding her hand out for him to take.

He didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t just sit there forever. He grabbed her hand and started to pull himself up. The pain spiked, as he expected it to, and he pushed through it and stood up.

That may have been a bad idea.

The lightheadedness increased as well, as it usually did in response to pain. The room started to spin. He stumbled forward a few steps as his vision filled with colorful sparks. Penelope caught him by the shoulder and steadied him.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, just a bit dizzy,” he answered, leaning his head down to try to get the blood flow back. “It happens to me sometimes.”

“You should probably sit down then.”

“I’d rather lie down, considering my ass is broken,” he quipped.

“Okay, yeah,” she said with a laugh.

She started leading him to the nearest bench, her hand on his back. He staggered again. His balance was practically nonexistent. Penelope put his arm over her shoulder so he could lean on her.

He tried to blink away the colored dots but they wouldn’t go away. His legs got weaker and his head spun faster.

He heard her say something, but he couldn’t understand. It felt like he was floating away and falling asleep at the same time.

***

He seemed to be leaning on her shoulders more and more. She looked over and noticed his face looked paler than normal.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she said.

The blush vanished from his cheeks. His eyes rolled back and he went limp in her arms.

“Lucas!?”

Luckily, he was rather light and she was rather strong, so she lowered him gently to the floor so he was laying on his front.

“Did he just pass out?” Armando asked in disbelief.

“I guess so,” Penelope answered. “Lucas?”

Everyone started to gather around him.

“What the hell? Why would he pass out?” Henry wondered aloud.

“I don’t know,” Penelope said. “He said he was dizzy, and he said ‘it happens sometimes,’ and then he just… went out.”

“Oh, if it happens sometimes then this might be, like, normal for him,” said senior and director of photography, Olivia. “So maybe we shouldn’t freak out about it yet. Plus, I’ve seen him get dizzy before.”

“Did he faint though?” Penelope questioned.

“No, he just sat down for a bit and had a snack and he was fine,” Olivia explained.

“Look, I think he’s waking up,” Armando noted.

***

The first thing he was aware of was some voices talking around him. The second was the white-hot pain in his ass. (No, not inside his ass. In the bone.)

Then he opened his eyes. Things were somewhat blurry, but he could see the floor and two sets of shoes and someone kneeling in front of his face. He noticed his cheek was pressed up against the cold tile floor.

Why am I laying on the floor?

He blinked the blur away and recognized the person kneeling in front of him was Penelope.

Nothing made sense. He didn’t understand what anyone was saying, where he was, or why he was there. Penelope seemed to realize she wasn’t getting through to him and placed her hand on his back. The feeling of it helped him stop panicking.

That’s really nice of her. She looks so worried about me, too. What should I say to her?

“Hi, Penelope,” he slurred out.

“Oh, hey, he said something!” she said to the others. “Hi, Lucas. Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” he responded.

“Good.”

“How do you feel right now?” Olivia asked him.

“Uh.. weird,” Lucas replied.

The feeling in his head was hard to describe, and it certainly wasn’t a state of mind that lent itself well to putting difficult descriptions into words.

“Are you still dizzy? Lightheaded?” she asked.

“No, that’s not it,” he told her.

The feeling was slowly disappearing.

“Well, have you ever passed out before?” Penelope asked him.

He took a second to process the fact that that must be what just happened—he passed out—and then to remember whether it had happened before.

“Yeah, I have,” he said. “Twice, I think. And it’s always been when I was in a lot of pain.”

“Ohhh. I guess this makes sense, then,” Olivia figured.

Lucas propped himself up on his elbows.

“Yeah, and a couple of times, I’ve just gotten a bit dizzy when something hurts. A lot of times, actually.”

“Oh, alright,” Penelope said. “Well, if you think you actually broke a bone, I guess you should go to an ER or something.”

“What are they gonna do, put my ass in a cast? No. I’m not gonna pay a bunch of money for them to tell me it’s broken and send me home.”

“They’d probably give you prescription painkillers,” Olivia suggested.

“Maybe,” Lucas admitted. “But I’m fine without them.”

“Are you sure?” Penelope questioned. “You did just say you pass out from pain a lot. That sounds… rather inconvenient.”

“It’ll be fine. I have Tylenol.”

“If you say so.”

———

The end

I’ll definitely be doing some follow-ups to this set at different points in his recovery!

[osp-originals]

The Ocean at Night

TW: drowning, emeto, 911 (emergency services) called

Thanks to @bubble-up for helping me write this!

———

“So you just go out there, and I’ll wave when I’m ready for you to start,” Sergio instructed Min. “Then I’ll wave again when you can come back.”

“Okay,” Min said warily.

“I know it’s scary, but this is the last shot. You’ve been doing great so far. You got this.”

“Thanks,” she said with a slight smile.

“Alright, go ahead.”

Min paddled the surfboard further out into the dark waters.

The setting was perfect for this scene in Sergio’s horror short film. The waves were relatively calm, but still there to provide some visual interest and drama. The only light came from the full moon and the one light Penelope and Tomas set up on the shore.

Sergio was just far enough out that he couldn’t stand. He had to be that far out in order to avoid getting any buildings or docks in the background of the shot. Through the camera, it truly looked like Min was out in the middle of the ocean.

This is going to turn out so good!

He waved at Min, signaling that he started recording.

His legs were already tired from treading water for so long, but he was too focused on keeping the camera steady to care.

From the shore, Penelope and Tomas couldn’t see Sergio at all. His black hair basically camouflaged him with the water since he was facing away from them. The surfboard Min was riding was more visible with its bright white and orange coloring.

Technically, they weren’t even supposed to be there. The beach officially closed hours ago, and there were no lifeguards on duty. They had to jump a fence to get in.

Suddenly, pain shot up through his left leg, then his right. They seized up and he couldn’t move them at all.

He started to panic.

He tried to use his arms to keep his head above water, but it wasn’t enough. The small waves that once seemed calm now crashed over his head. He accidentally swallowed several mouthfuls of seawater as he tried to breathe in between waves, and he may have breathed some in.

“Sergio?” Min called out.

She couldn’t see him anywhere.

Surely he got the shot by now. But where is he?

“Sergio!?” she called again, starting to paddle over to where he was supposed to be.

It had been maybe fifteen seconds since he went underwater. He heard Min calling his name faintly from above the surface. His legs still wouldn’t move.

Holy shit, I’m drowning.

As the realization sank in, all panic and pain disappeared, and his mind became clearer than it had ever been before.

With his eyes still squeezed shut to keep out the salty water, he felt around on the camera for the flash button. He didn’t know this camera as well as his regular non-waterproof ones, but he managed to find the button anyway. He pressed it and held the camera up towards the water’s surface. Now all he could do was hope Min would see it.

Penelope was already getting concerned watching Min paddle around seemingly aimlessly on the surfboard. Her worries were confirmed when she heard Min scream out her and Tom’s names.

She threw off her shoes and ran towards the water right away.

“Tom, you stay here and be ready to call 911 just in case,” she told him.

The water was colder than she expected. She pushed through it and swam as fast as she could.

“What’s wrong?” she yelled to Min.

“I can’t find Sergio!”

They both looked around for him.

His lungs ached with the urge to breathe in. He tried as hard as he could to resist it.

The sounds of the ocean faded. His arms became weaker. All he could do was hold onto that camera for dear life, hoping the light would guide someone to him.

Penelope spotted a small light under the water a few feet away.

“What’s that light?” she asked Min.

“What light?”

Min couldn’t see it since she didn’t have her glasses. Penelope swam over to it.

She could see the outline of Sergio’s motionless body in the dark, murky water.

“It’s Sergio!” Penelope yelled.

Min paddled the surfboard over to them.

Penelope dove under the water. She kept her eyes open even though it stung. She wrapped her arms around his chest and pushed off the bottom, getting them both to the surface.

He laid limp in her arms as she struggled to keep his head out of the water.

“Oh my- is he dead?” Min panicked.

He started coughing.

“Oh thank God he’s alive,” Min breathed.

“Get him up there,” Penelope told her, trying to hoist him onto the surfboard.

Min helped pull his body halfway into the board, but it wasn’t working very well. He was on his back and his legs were hanging off the board.

“Put him on his side,” Penelope instructed Min.

She rolled him onto his side. He was still coughing, and now each cough brought up frothing water.

“Let’s just get him to the shore,” Min said urgently.

She and Penelope started paddling and pushing the surfboard toward the beach.

“Call 911!” Penelope shouted to Tomas.

Tomas pressed a button on his phone and held it up to his ear.

They reached a part shallow enough that they couldn’t paddle the surfboard anymore.

“Let’s pick up the surfboard,” Penelope said.

Min got off the board and went to the front. Penelope put Sergio’s legs on the board, then and picked up the back and Min picked up the front. They carried the board to dry land where Tomas was talking on the phone.

“…on the beach. They just brought him out of the water,” they heard Tomas explaining to the 911 operator.

Penelope pulled Sergio’s hair back out of his face and patted his back firmly, trying to help him get the water out.

“Yes, he’s breathing. Well, he’s coughing up… foam or something.”

Tomas put the operator on speaker phone.

“Is he vomiting?” the operator asked.

“No, just coughing, I think,” Tomas answered.

“Okay. Is his pulse okay?”

“I don’t know.”

Tomas tried to feel Sergio’s pulse on his wrist, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Min took over and did it correctly.

“It seems okay,” she said into the phone. “If a bit weak.”

“See if he is responsive by asking him to squeeze your hand.”

Min grabbed Sergio’s hand.

“Sergio, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand,” she told him.

She felt a slight pressure which she was sure was a response.

“He did it,” she said, a hint of hope and relief in her voice.

Sergio’s stomach spasmed, sending a mouthful of seawater out onto the sand.

“He responded, but now he’s vomiting, too,” Tomas explained.

“Okay, an ambulance is on the way. Make sure to maintain his airway.”

He was finally coming to full consciousness, and now was not a great time for that. His head was spinning wildly and throbbing in pain. He was hacking up water, which burned his throat and lungs like hell.

At least he understood someone saying an ambulance was coming.

That’s good. I’ll be fine. God, this hurts.

His stomach convulsed and he threw up some water. It was disgustingly salty and dirty.

The awful feeling and taste made him puke again, bringing up more water. He had no idea he swallowed that much.

He vomited again, this time bringing up some of his dinner mixed with the salty water. Once he was done puking, he kept coughing up frothing seawater.

Jesus, how much water could I have breathed in?

As time passed, he heard Tom, Min and Pen talking to someone, who he figured out was a 911 operator, over the phone. He didn’t listen too closely to what they were saying. He trusted that they would help him.

He finally stopped coughing after several minutes.

“Sergio? Can you hear me?” Pen asked.

“Yeah,” he responded weakly.

She let out a small sigh of relief.

“How do you feel?” Tomas asked, as directed by the 911 operator.

“Tired,” Sergio breathed. “And dizzy.”

He heard sirens approaching.

Okay, everything’s going to be fine… oh, I hope I can pay for this.

“Hold on, has that been recording this whole time?” Penelope asked.

Sergio looked down at his hand which was somehow still gripping the camera. Sure enough, the little red light was still blinking.

[osp-originals]

Requests??? Okay, but like actually prompt/suggestion (if you'd like one):

Someone's sick with something and they wake up with a headache. They tell their friends to try to cancel out on a plan citing that they're 'tired and not feeling the best', but their friends are like "I'm sure you're fine" and "You can sleep in the car," etc. Cause they've been planning whatever trip for months.

Then the sick person is like "💪 Yeah! I can definitely do this!" So they get up and don't actually tell their friends that they actually feel horrible and sick. At wherever they went, after a bit the sick person is like "oh, maybe I can't do this" then decide to tough it out anyways.

Then they end up passing out because their headache turned into a migraine and uh oh pain dizzy. Then just to add insult to injury, their friends don't understand that it's a *migraine* at first. When they wake up to the bright lights of one of them checking for a concussion or something, they end up getting sick from the pain.

That was way more then I actually planned on writing, but I like my stupid descriptors. Also your writing is so fun and cool :D

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Omg thank you! I’m using my new film crew characters for this bc I put it off so long lol

TW: fainting and emeto, of course

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Lucas woke up with a banging headache. He also felt tired and a bit off in a way he couldn’t place. He figured out he was probably sick.

And to make this all the more inconvenient, Lucas knew he always gets dizzy or lightheaded in response to severe or prolonged pain. It had always happened since he hit puberty, and there was basically nothing he could do about it except try to mitigate the pain. It hadn’t kicked in yet, but he would have to keep it in mind.

Today was not a great day for that (not that any day is). Today was the first day of shooting for Penelope’s short film. He really couldn’t miss that.

Still, he didn’t want to expose his friends to any illness if they didn’t want to risk it. He laid in bed for a minute, trying to decide what to do, and eventually decided to call Penelope.

“Hey, Luke!” she answered almost immediately. “Are you on your way over?”

“No, I-“ he stuttered, confused.

He propped himself up in bed and looked at his clock.

9:30 already?

“I actually just woke up,” he admitted.

“What!?”

“I must have forgotten to set an alarm. Anyway, I’ve got a bit of a headache and I think I might be sick.”

“Oh, no,” she replied. “Are you still up for the shoot?”

“Oh, I thought you wouldn’t want me to come.”

“Well, I want you on camera. If you’re really not feeling good I’m sure me or Armando could do it, but I’d like to have you.”

“Alright, then yeah. I’ll just grab breakfast. I’ll probably be ready in about 30 minutes.”

“Okay, nice! See you there. And make sure to take care of yourself. I don’t want to have to bug you about that all day.”

“I will, I will. See you soon!”

“Text me when you’re on your way.”

“Alright.”

Lucas hung up the call.

He popped an ibuprofen, ate some cereal and brushed his teeth as quickly as he could, then headed out the door.

•••

“Hi Luke!” said Regan when they saw him.

“Hey,” he said to everyone with a wave.

“There you are!” Armando called out. “Of course you get here after we’re done setting everything up.”

Lucas gave a half-hearted chuckle. He knew he was joking because Lucas was usually one of the first people to arrive on set, second only to Armando and sometimes Penelope.

Regan and Jessica were in front of the camera and Armando was behind it, getting them into focus. Magnus was having his makeup done by Vio. Raj was holding the boom mic. Thomas was wandering around aimlessly. Penelope was watching the pop-up screen connected to the camera to see what Armando’s shot looked like.

“Have you started shooting yet?” Lucas asked Penelope.

“No, but we’re ready to,” she answered.

“Alright, let’s get going then!”

•••

Lucas had hoped that his duties as camera operator and director of photography would keep his mind off of how he felt, but they didn’t. He had to constantly fight to stay focused on the camera.

Armando was the AD, as usual, because telling people to pick up the pace came naturally to him. He was doing a fine job, but Lucas was making his job difficult. Armando kept having to tell Lucas to focus and listen.

Vio noticed Lucas’ slightly paler than normal complexion, frequent rubbing of his nose bridge and temples and lack of focus and energy early on. They were always observant about that sort of thing. They started asking him if he was okay every once in a while and making sure he drank water.

As time went on, Lucas’s headache grew worse. He asked Penelope for painkillers, but she didn’t have any. She told him to drink water. He did, and it didn’t seem to make any difference.

He started noticing how dizzy he was right around lunch time. Fortunately it was well-timed, because he could sit down while he ate a slice of the pizza they got delivered. He hoped that nutrition would help with his lightheadedness. He felt a bit better after sitting for a while, but alas, they had to continue shooting.

He did his best to get good shots and keep up the pace, but he kept feeling worse and worse. The greasy pizza became heavy in his stomach and he felt it churning around every time he moved. The dizziness kept getting stronger as well.

During a take, a wave of dizziness and lightheadedness hit him so hard he was sure he would pass out if he didn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t let that happen. If he passed out, he would drop the camera.

He squatted down and set the camera gently on the tile floor. He heard a couple of confused voices around him, probably Armando’s and Vio’s, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying. They sounded muffled and distorted.

He leaned his head down, breathed deeply and covered his eyes, blocking out the light.

He felt a hand on his back, then another one. The voices sounded worried and like they were asking questions. He wished he could answer them.

“I’m sorry, I just got really dizzy for a second,” Lucas explained.

He wondered if that even came out coherently.

Someone lifted his chin and took his hands away from his eyes. He tried to open his eyes to see who it was, but the light was just too bright. The dizziness only got worse. He started to feel weak.

The next thing he knew, he woke up laying on the floor.

As he regained consciousness, a bright light shone directly into his face. It felt like the light was stabbing through his eyeballs and into his brain.

The pain made everything spin and his stomach throw itself around before he could even react.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block the light with his hand, but his arms were too weak to lift.

“Oh, god!” he exclaimed.

Muffled voices chattered around him again. The light shut off, but the stabbing pain lingered. His stomach couldn’t take it.

“I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puke,” he repeated urgently.

Someone rolled him over onto his left side just in time for his abs to clench, forcing greasy pizza mush mixed with stomach acid out onto the floor.

He groaned and finally opened his eyes. Luckily, now, people were standing over him, blocking the overhead lights.

“Was that it or are you going to puke again?” Vio asked, holding a trash can.

“I don’t know,” Lucas breathed heavily.

“Do you think you can sit up?” they asked him.

“No,” he said frankly.

“Oh. Should we- should we call an ambulance?” Vio said to Penelope.

“No, don’t,” Lucas objected.

“Are you sure? Passing out and then throwing up is really bad,” Vio opined.

“Yeah. I just have a really bad headache,” he said.

“Oh, could it be a migraine?” Penelope asked.

“It probably is,” he told her.

“That explains it,” she said.

“Really?” Vio questioned. “I know people throw up from migraines, but they don’t usually pass out.”

“Lucas always gets dizzy when he’s in, like, a lot of pain,” Penelope explained. “I’ve seen him pass out from it before, when he broke his butt.”

“What?” Vio questioned.

“He broke his ass bone and then passed out,” Armando said. “It was hilarious.”

“Yeah, it was pretty funny,” Lucas said with a chuckle.

“Oh, okay then,” Vio said. “You’ll have to tell me that story later. But for now, are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine,” he assured them, propping himself up on his elbow. “I’ll just take a break.”

“Of course,” Penelope said. “Armando, you can do camera. I’m sorry for even asking you to come in today, Lucas.”

“It’s okay,” he told her. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known.”

“It’s okay. You go take a break,” said Penelope, gesturing toward a bench down the hall. “We need to keep shooting.”

“Alright.”

Lucas slowly and carefully stood up. Vio steadied him with their hand on his shoulder, even though when standing, he was much taller than them.

He walked down the hallway, stumbling a few times. He was glad Vio was there to catch him.

They reached the bench and he sat down, then leaned his head down and covered his eyes like he did before.

He heard a sound that was undoubtedly a trash can being placed in front of him, then someone sitting down next to him on the bench.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem,” said Vio.

Vio stayed with him as much as they could. They would occasionally get called over to help fix a costume or answer a question about the production design, but they were by Lucas’ side for most of the time.

Eventually the migraine subsided and Lucas drove himself home.

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University Film club intro

Lucas (he/him)

Director/actor/camera operator/director of photography/editor

Senior

The workaholic (always doing like 10 projects at once)

(my blorbo)

Penelope (she/her)

Director/DP/camera op/gaffer/sound operator/actor

Senior

The technical nerd & responsible one

Sergio (he/him)

Camera op/sound op/director/actor/grip

Senior

The chill punk rocker (dad vibes)

Magnus (he/him)

Actor/screenwriter/director/grip

Senior

The dedicated method actor & stoic man

Armando (he/him)

assistant director/director/DP/camera op/gaffer/actor

Senior

Serious about filmmaking and nothing else

Ethan (he/him)

Screenwriter/actor/director/AD

Junior

The always energetic one

Steven (he/him)

Actor/grip/PA

Junior

Just kinda there (Lucas’s brother who sometimes gets roped into acting or helping with small projects)

Raj (he/him)

Camera operator/sound operator/gaffer/PA

Junior

The quiet one

Jessica (she/her)

Actor/PA

Sophomore

The overly enthusiastic theater kid

Tomas (he/him)

Gaffer/grip/editor/occasional actor (would like to act more often but he’s embarrassed about his lisp)

Sophomore

The goofy one

Vio (they/fae)

Production designer/entire art department/screenwriter sometimes (and apparently health and safety officer too)

Sophomore

The caretaker

Talia (he/they) (agender)

Screenwriter/actor/gaffer

Freshman

The mischievous one

Min (she/they)

Freshman

Sound op/camera op/actor/grip

The anxious one

Regan (any pronouns)

Actor/PA

Freshman

The drama queen

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Something Didn’t Agree with xer

Note: This one is very short. I just felt like writing an indulgent little emeto thing.

TW: emeto, minimal/no comfort

———

Trying new foods was always a gamble for Jamie. Sometimes it would be fine, sometimes xe would go into anaphylactic shock. Sometimes xe would get a bit of nausea, or pain, or gas for a while and then it would go away, and sometimes everything would seem fine until about 30 minutes later when xer stomach would just decide it didn’t want it anymore.

Today was shaping up to be a day for the last option.

Jamie sat next to Mark on the couch, trying to pretend to be paying attention to whatever show was on while a familiar, ominous feeling rose rapidly in xer body. At first xe had ignored it, hoping it would go away soon, but now it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.

Xer stomach turned, churned and twisted itself around. Xe felt like if xe moved, that would set it off, but xe also knew that it would set itself off eventually even if xe didn’t move. Xe decided to take the chance.

Xe jumped up from the couch and immediately xer stomach lurched, sending undigested food up into xer mouth. Xe slapped xer hand over xer mouth as xe made a mad dash for the bathroom. Xe threw the door to the sink room open, then to the actual bathroom, then made it to the toilet to let the puke pour out.

“You okay?” Mark asked worriedly from the other room.

Jamie couldn’t answer. Xe heaved and vomit gushed out of xer, splashing all over the toilet seat. Xe barely got a moment to breathe before it happened again. This was always the worst, but Jamie knew how to handle it.

Don’t forget to breathe in between. You’re going to be okay, xe told xerself.

Xe spewed more into the bowl and on the sides of it. Xe knew xe was making a mess, but xe couldn’t change positions now. It was coming too fast.

Xe hurled again. Each stream was smaller in amount than the last, but each heave more violent and painful.

With another retch, about a mouthful of bitter, chunky liquid fell weakly from xer lips. Xe spat into the toilet and breathed, hoping it was over. Not quite. Xe gagged again, this time barely bringing up anything.

Finally, xe got to take a deep breath. Xer stomach still ached, but xe knew it would get better soon. It always does.

“Are you okay, Jamie?” Mark asked again.

“Yeah,” xe answered. “I’m good now.”

Now I just have to clean all of this up…

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Alright, since I listed my favorite sickfic tropes, let’s do my favorite whump tropes! Again, these are prompts too, and feel free to send me asks referencing these over on @osp-originals !

1. Blood loss and its side effects

2. Broken bones

3. Whumpee hiding or denying how much pain they’re actually in

4. Injuries in the wilderness (forcing people to use makeshift solutions until medical help can be found)

5. Random people (not doctors or medical professionals) being really knowledgeable about dealing with injuries or dangerous situations

6. Concussions 😍

7. Externally visible involuntary reactions to severe pain (e.g. vomiting, stumbling from dizziness, limping, flinching, etc.) (goes well with #3)

8. (Near) drowning 😍

9. Bruising

10. Caretakers or others having reactions to seeing blood (e.g. nausea/vomiting, lightheadedness/fainting, even nosebleeds (idk if that’s real but I saw it in Noises Off))

11. Whumpee being carried

12. Heat stroke or heat exhaustion

[osp-originals]

Overdramatic

TW: emeto (3 times, including it getting on people), fainting, hospital mentioned (but no hospital visit or EMS called)

———

“Ugh, I feel like vomiting,” Flynn groaned.

“Could you shut the fuck up sometimes? You’re always complaining about how shitty you feel. We get it,” Victor snapped.

“Victor!” Iris said. “What has gotten into you today?”

“Nothing! Flynn’s bitching is getting annoying. Someone had to say it.”

“I-“ Flynn huffed.

He couldn’t say Victor was wrong. It’s just, this time, Flynn actually felt ill. And he hadn’t even eaten any fast food that day, so that couldn’t be the reason. Plus, it wasn’t just his stomach that was upset. He had chills, but was somehow sweating at the same time, and his legs felt like they could just give out at any moment. He had looked in a mirror earlier, and his ears and cheeks were red as a tomato. He didn’t get how the others didn’t notice that.

“Okay, well,” Flynn tried to think of something witty to say back, but all he could focus on was how awful he felt. “I’m going to go throw up, and hopefully not pass out.”

He just barely saw Victor roll his eyes as he started heading to the backstage bathroom. He couldn’t worry about that, though, because it was taking all of his concentration just to walk in a straight line and not spew his lunch all over the floor. He finally reached the men’s restroom. The door seemed to weigh three times as much as it usually did, but he managed to open it and make his way into the first stall. He didn’t bother locking the stall door behind him because in reality, he wanted someone to come in and find him. He sat on his knees in front of the toilet, preparing for what he knew was going to happen.

Unfortunately, no one showed up right away. He was disappointed, but not surprised. The nausea felt like it was eating him from the inside out, but nothing was happening. He wished someone would at least come and comfort him through this.

He faked retching and clenched his abs to try to get something started. It worked, but all that started was a series of involuntary but dry gags.

After a good 30 seconds of that, burps started coming along with the retches, making them even louder than they already were. The automatic contractions of his stomach became more and more forceful, until finally, a violent heave sent a hearty stream of chunky, vile liquid spewing out. He choked and coughed, with no time to catch his breath before his stomach expelled more of his last meal. He gasped for air, letting saliva drip from his mouth. The room started to spin slowly.

His stomach convulsed violently again, making his whole body shake as it brought up more half-digested food. Every heave was more painful than the last. He spit into the toilet to try to get rid of the repulsive taste in his mouth.

Another wave of sick shot up his throat and splashed into the toilet. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t control anything.

When will it end?

A burp forced its way up his throat, bringing with it another thick stream of bitter vomit.

Finally, he caught a break. He gasped and spit again, desperately hoping it was over. His stomach hurt much more than it did before, but it didn’t feel like it wanted to explode anymore, and to him, that was an improvement. He flushed the toilet.

He sat against the stall wall for a few minutes, moving as little as possible. His head spun. The episode had drained him not just of stomach contents, but energy.

Every once in a while, he wondered how long it had been, but he didn’t really care. It’s not like he would be going on stage in this state. Eventually, nausea began to rise in his stomach again.

Oh, no, please, no…

It ramped up extremely quickly this time. He threw himself into position over the toilet just in time to heave violently into it. He gripped the toilet seat, barely able to hold himself up. The retches repeated over and over. He didn’t know how anything was still coming up. More and more stomach acid and bile spewed from his lips. He lost track of how many times it had happened. He just wanted it to end. But he kept barfing, and barfing, and barfing…

Finally, it ended. The world was spinning faster than ever. He could barely see his own hands. His legs felt numb.

He knew the feeling, and he knew it was too late to stop it. He used the last of his energy to lower himself gently down to the bathroom floor.

***

Iris checked her watch.

“T-minus 3 minutes.”

“Thanks,” Ash said to her.

“And could you go check on Flynn, please? It’s been, like, ten minutes since he went to the bathroom,” Iris told Ash.

“Of course,” Ash said, then immediately headed for the men’s restroom.

“Hey, Flynn,” Ash called through the door. “You alright?”

There was no response.

“We’re going on soon,” he yelled.

Still, not a sound.

Ash opened the door. All of the stall doors were open, and he saw what looked like someone lying on the floor under the wall of the first stall.

“Flynn?” he called, rushing over to the stall.

When he reached it, he was horrified to find Flynn lying on the tile in a fetal position, his face as pale as an overcast sky and his eyes staring off into the middle distance. It looked like a dead body.

Ash stood paralyzed in shock. It took him a few seconds to even notice that there was vomit in the toilet. He mentally put the pieces together.

“Flynn!?” he said, desperately hoping for a response, but none came. “Flynn!? What am I supposed to do!? Oh my god.”

He knelt down and shook Flynn by the shoulder, all the while calling his name. The rosy tint started to return to Flynn’s cheeks. His eyes fluttered as if looking around for something.

“Hey, Flynn? Can you hear me? What happened? Are you okay? What’s going on? Do I need to call 911?”

***

Flynn awakened to being violently shaken and yelled at by someone. He couldn’t understand what was being said, but he could tell they were worried. He looked up at the person’s face and quickly recognized the all-too-familiar situation. He had fainted, and someone who had never seen him faint before was freaking out about it.

“I’m okay,” he slurred, fighting through the fatigue and haze to try to calm them down.

“What do you mean you’re okay? You just looked like you were dead!” Ash said.

“I just passed out,” he said calmly. “It happens sometimes.”

Ash stuttered, too bewildered by Flynn’s nonchalantness to form a response.

“Just get me some water.”

Ash nodded, then jumped up and dashed out of the room.

Seconds later, Ash returned with Iris and a plastic water bottle.

“Hey, Flynn, are you okay?” Iris’s smooth voice asked.

“Depends on how you define ‘okay,’” he replied with a slight joking smile.

Ash handed him the water bottle. He started to push himself up, and Iris helped, bringing him to a sitting position. His arm felt barely strong enough to lift the bottle to his lips, but he managed to do it.

“You’re sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?” Iris questioned.

“For now,” Flynn answered. “Keep an eye on me, though.”

“I will,” Iris promised.

Ash looked at his watch.

“We have one minute until we’re supposed to go on,” Ash pointed out.

“Go ahead without me.”

“Alright then,” Ash said warily.

Ash left and Iris stayed.

Flynn slowly drank more of the water. Nausea started creeping up on him again, but he kept drinking. He wanted to at least have something to let out when it eventually happened.

Suddenly, a powerful convulsion launched his stomach contents up his throat, splattering watery vomit all over himself, Iris, and the bathroom stall.

He only had a second to sit in shock and embarrassment before the strong urge to puke again had him scrambling to get his head over the toilet.

He spewed, adding new, clear liquid to the already vomit-filled bowl. He heaved many times, but he wasn’t bothered by the physical sensations this time. All he could feel was the embarrassment of covering Iris with his vomit.

He felt her hand touch his back.

Is she really still trying to comfort me? After what just happened?

The flow of vomit finally ended. He knelt there for an awkward moment, not sure what to do.

“…I am so sorry,” he finally said.

“No, I understand. You couldn’t help it.”

“It’s so gross though,” he cringed, looking down at his soiled costume.

“Yeah, well… it could’ve been worse.”

“How?”

“We’ll, it was mostly just water, so at least it won’t stain. Y’know, at least it wasn’t chunky, or-“

“Okay, ew. I regret asking,” he said with a laugh.

Iris stayed with him in the bathroom until he felt well enough to leave it. He was able to keep water down and didn’t faint again that night.

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#6 from your sickfic ask prompts? :3c

Hell yeah, I’ll reblog this with the story my other account @osp-originals once I write it! Do you have any favorite among my OCs? Or do you not mind who I wrote it about?

[osp-originals]

My favorite sickfic tropes as prompts (emeto & fainting)

Sickee being found while throwing up

Sickee being carried while unconscious or semi-conscious

Caretaker putting a trash can by the bed

Caretaker having no idea what they’re doing & sickee guiding them through what to do

Sickee fainting & caretaker catching them mid-fall

Sickee stumbling to the bathroom but not making it before they throw up

Sickee reluctant to accept help

Caretaker helping sickee throw up

Sickee delirious from fever

Sickee fainting after throwing up

Fainting in public

Throwing up in the shower

Sickee alone & having to call or text someone for help

Give me a number (or multiple) and tell me which of my OCs to use it with (or don’t and I’ll pick some) and I’ll try to write a quick one!

[osp-originals]

The Diplomat crew

This crew is a group of space explorers sent from Earth to find more extraterrestrial life, establish communication if intelligent life is present, and report back to Earth. Their ship is called The Diplomat. This group is one of several sent by an alliance of the USA, Japan, and Australia.

They all wear in-ear translators that basically “Google Translate” in real time (but more accurate ofc), so they can all understand any language that is known by humans.

—

Tomoe Kiyama (she/her)

Age: 33

Species: Human

Birthplace: Japan, Earth

Languages: speaks Japanese, English, Spanish, French, Mandarin Chinese, ASL, & bits of other languages

Build: 6’0” and muscular

Personality: persistent, optimistic, brave, outgoing, natural leader

Role: Captain

—

Levi Foster (he/him)

Age: 28

Species: Human

Birthplace: Australia, Earth

Langages: speaks English & ASL

Build: 6’1” and lanky

Personality: rarely shows emotion, logical, reserved, sarcastic/deadpan sense of humor

Role: Navigator, Mechanic & Programmer

—

Sloan Thomas (he/him)

Age: 49

Species: Human

Birthplace: USA, Earth

Languages: speaks ASL, lipreads and reads English, reads French

Build: 5’11” and fit

Personality: calm & collected, organized but not overbearing, kind, charismatic

Role: Medic, Biologist

Note: They are deaf, and they knew ASL before becoming a space explorer. The rest of the crew learned ASL to communicate with them, and the ship is fully accessible to them.

—

Bank (xe/they)

Age: 30

Species: Strid

Birthplace: USA, Earth

Languages: speaks Kshriba, ASL, reads & understands a tiny bit of English

Build: 4’3” and slender

Personality: confident & self-assured but humble, diligent, follows instructions well, smart

Role: Researcher/Data Collector

Note: “Bank” is what xer name literally translates to in English, so that’s what they call xer.