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[elliotlikespuke]

First Collab!

I’m at 470 followers, you know what that means! I’m posting my collab with @oliversdrabbles. Ollie was one of the first people I met in the community, and he’s awesome. Go follow the guy!

We wrote one of our favourite fandoms, Dear Evan Hansen. It gets a little shippy between Evan and Zoe, because we both think they’re adorable.

Warning: puke :) messy puke

Cynthia Murphy was an incredible cook. Growing up with a stressed single mother, Evan hardly had experience eating fancy dishes that had taken all day to prepare. Cynthia always made sure cook with care and prepare something her family would enjoy. Evan adored it.

He didn’t adore it tonight though. His stomach had been unsettled since lunch, and he hadn’t eaten anything, despite Zoe’s urging. He was too nervous to ask anyone for medicine: he’d checked the bathroom cabinets but hadn’t found anything.

They all say at the dinner table, Cynthia, Larry, Zoe, and Evan talking about the day and eating. Cynthia had made duck. Evan didn’t think he’d ever had duck before, much less prepared like this. If he had any cooking prowess, he’d ask her for the recipe. He’d like to be able to eat it and actually enjoy it, instead of forcing it to stay down.

“Evan, is something wrong?” Cynthia interrupted Zoe’s story about band class to ask him. Zoe was miffed. “Do you not like the duck? Here, take some extra salad and potatoes.”

She reached over the table to pile more food onto his plate. Evan tried to stammer out a nonsensical reply, but it just ended up being a stutter that meant nothing. Zoe smirked at him. In a feat Evan would never understand, she found his anxiety endearing. Evan decided to swallow his pride, and excess saliva, and put a bite of salad in his mouth.

The salad was sweet. Or maybe Evan’s tastebuds were off. He wasn’t a fan of the salad, or the duck, or the potatoes, or probably the bread, although he hadn’t had any. He continued to sip on his water, until even the water increased his nausea.

The Murphys continued to chatter around him. He took the opportunity to stare at Zoe. This was nothing new. He’d been staring at Zoe since the beginning of time, it’s just that now he was allowed to. She made him feel better. She was nodding along to something her dad was saying, and thoughtfully chewing a mouthful of potato. Her right cheek was bulged out like a squirrel.

If Evan wasn’t so sure it would lead to his unleashing a torrential flood of vomit over the Murphy’s dinner table, he would have laughed.

“-I just don’t understand how you can show up, say things like that, and still expect people to respect you. I mean, come on!” Larry was finishing a story that it didn’t seem like Evan would have liked anyway. Zoe piped up again.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Today at school, we found out that-” Evan had his teeth gritted together. And his forehead was resting on the table. He was trying his best to take deep, calming breaths. Zoe, sitting to his left, moved his plate to the side so he wouldn’t move and faceplant into a serving of potatoes big enough for three. Cynthia was always telling him he was too skinny and that he should bulk up.

“Evan?” Zoe poked him in the shoulder gently. Evan straightened up, already humiliated. He had just laid down on the Murphy’s incredibly fancy dining room table. His house didn’t even have a dining room. He’d never be invited back again, especially if he ended up puking. Or would it be worse if he didn’t puke, because then it would all be for nothing?

“I’m s-so sorry guys, I just wasn’t - I mean I don’t -” He took a shaky breath, trying to calm his stomach. He did his best to choke down a gag, but sour puke exploded at that back of his mouth anyway. Cynthia was the first to realize what was happening.

“Evan, are you going to be sick?”

Evan jammed one hand over his mouth and nodded with vigour. Zoe backed up from the table. Great, she thought he was disgusting. She’d break up with him over this for sure. It made his stomach turn over again.

As he felt another wave come over him Evan squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t bear to see the reactions of the family around him, and he was not excited to see their reactions as he heaved over the table, just a bit of water coming up and splattering onto the expensive table cloth.

“Evan, honey,” he heard a voice say as he opened his eyes, fighting his body even more, he couldn’t throw up anymore, if that even counted as puking. “Puke into the bowl, okay?” She said as she gently put a bowl under Evans mouth.

“I’m sorry...” was all he could get out before another heave overtook his body, bringing up more liquid followed by half digested snacks he had eaten throughout the day.

He didn’t have the energy to look up at Zoe, and he didn’t want her reaction. He could feel a hand on his back, surely it was Cynthia’s. It was comforting, rubbing in slow circles. A chair pushed back, but Evan was too focused on trying to breathe while his entire being was telling him to gag. He tried to push through it.

A half-sob, half-gag tore his throat and he heaved up another round of puke into the bowl. He took a shuddering breath, beginning through his nose, but stopping when the acidic smell made him sicker. He wanted to whimper or cry, but Zoe was there and so was Larry, and he couldn’t do either in front of them.

When his stomach lulled, he glanced up. There was a wet patch on the tablecloth, extending beyond the bowl. His cheeks grew hotter. Larry was gone, he had probably gone to the kitchen to get another beer. Or anywhere away from Evan.

Zoe was standing beside him with one hand on his shoulder, rubbing gentle circles and squeezing comfortingly. He hadn’t noticed her before. She had a concerned smile on her face, her brown eyebrows drawn together, creating a small dimple on her forehead that Evan would never admit that he swooned over.

Cynthia was on his other side, holding the bowl with one hand on his back. Evan wanted to break down. He might have, in fact, if it weren’t for the sensation gripping his esophagus. He leaned back toward the bowl while his muscles contracted and forced him to bend forward. He retched and splattered vomit across the bowl. It did not stay in the bowl. Some hit the table, staining it with more than water and dribble this time. The white linen was going to have a dark yellow stain across it for some time.

The gag had forced some tears from Evan’s eyes. He wiped them away gingerly. Zoe offered him her water glass, from which he drank greedily.

“Slow down, you’ll make yourself sick again,” Cynthia said to him. Evan took smaller sips. The water cleared the sour taste from his mouth, although it still held an aftertaste. Cynthia left with the bowl and a quick whisper of, “I’ll take care of this.”

Evan looked to Zoe. She had a small pout on her lips, and if Evan wasn’t positive that he’d taste awful, he would have kissed her.

“Do you want some bread?” Zoe offered him the bread basket. It had been untouched by his projectile stream. Evan couldn’t refuse her, and took a small piece. “It’ll soothe your stomach. At least, it usually does for me. Do you want to go sit in the tv room? Mom will clean the table.”

Evan nodded, and Zoe grabbed his hand and his glass of water. He was lightheaded, but she guided him to the sitting room with the overstuffed sofas and the big windows. It was flooded with evening light. The soft pink dusted the room and Evan’s cheeks.

He wrapped his arms around his stomach and resisted the urge to weep.

“Is your mom home tonight?” Zoe asked him, turning on the tv.

“No.” Evan’s voice shook. “She works the overnight shift tonight.”

Zoe waited a moment. “You could always sleep here.” She paused before continuing, “And I love you, Evan. Everyone gets sick, babe, don’t worry about puking in front of me… You’re human, I’m human, it’s alright.”

Evan nodded. He was reluctant to vomit here again, and would much rather be at home, but if Zoe asked him to stay he would never turn her down.

“You can nap if you want.” The smile was back in Zoe’s voice. Evan smiled too, despite his current misfortune. He leaned his head on her shoulder. “I think you have a fever.” Zoe said quietly. Evan shrugged.

“Feel better.” Zoe kissed his forehead.

[casper-has-a-cat]

an Important new year’s thing

hey soooooooo just felt the need to uh give a happy new year’s shout out to a few people who mean a whole lot to me so here goes

@itisasign bee, i tell you this all the time, but it’s still not enough: i love you so much 💜💕 i am so so so incredibly glad that you’re back on tumblr and so grateful that we talk so often.  you always cheer me up and make my day and and you’re such a stellar writing and your characters are so on point and just alskjdflkakjsdflkjasdf i dunno i always end up keysmashing when i try to express how much i love you i’m not an eloquent being but oh welllllll *hugs lots*

@lets-get-rickety-rekt my dude listen!  i know we don’t talk like every day but i still feel like we’ve been friends forever.  i am still so!!!  impressed!!!  by the writing you did for novemetober.  all the writing you ever do tbh.  and you’re so kind!!!  you have such a good heart!!!  every time you message me or reply to a post i feel so warm and loved and i just want you to know that i’m proud to be your friend and i love you a whole ton 💜💙

@dont-look-so-good april, oh gosh.  it has been a year, hasn’t it?  and i know it’s been a while since we talked consistently, but i’m honestly still reeling with pride for you from the last time we talked like ???  you’re so amazing???  your writing inspires me to do better, and also?  i’m so glad that i found a friend who understands the significance of a hug sent through the internet 😂 thank you for being such a lovely friend and i hope your 2019 is as wonderful as you are! 💜

@emetoandotherthings est, just such a kind soul.  we hardly talk but i appreciate and love you so much, i’m so proud of you for making it through this year and i feel so fortunate to have you in this community, for your personality, for your writing, for your characters, and just everything.  thank you for being here and i wish you all the best in the upcoming year! 💙

@aerislei what a sweetheart???  what a friend???  you restore my faith in humanity regularly???  you’re a wonderful writer???  you have such good taste in shows and just???  an angel???  lksjdlfkjasldf i’m just so grateful for you being you and i want to send you so much happiness for the upcoming year 💜😊

@oliversdrabbles my dude my guy i can’t believe i have almost forgotten that we met on tumblr since we talk more on discord now???  i was literally gonna message you there but the app keeps crashing on my computer and i’m too lazy to use my phone but anyway i am so glad we met???  you’re such a good seed, i don’t know if you’ll believe it, but i so appreciate talking to you, i’m so glad you got into tinf and that every once in a while you ask if i’ve read the updates because i almost always forget to 😂 i’m really proud of you for making it through this year and hope that it’s all smooth sailing in 2019 💜

ugh there are so many more people i should be mentioning right now but it is now officially new years day where i’m at and i don’t like being late!!!  plus i have to be up early tomorrow so i ought to be trying to sleep.

here’s to a new year of happiness and laughter and friends!!!!! 💜👻💜

[cryotael]

Lmao I can’t believe this was free

oliversdrabbles —> ultimatedebater

[elliotlikespuke]

Masterlist (So Far)

Be More Chill

the boyf collab with @rachthecool​ (sick jeremy)

the birthday fic for @oliversdrabbles​ (sick jeremy)

jeremy is bad at smoking (sick jeremy)

Black Butler

drunk (sick ciel)

sebastian’s punishment (sick sebastian)

chest cold (sick ciel)

make him eat (sick ciel)

doctor visits (sick sebastian)

investigation bug (sick ciel)

the train fic (sick ciel)

Big Hero 6

sick brothers (tadashi and hiro)

Deadpool

negasonic period cramps (sick negasonic)

Dear Evan Hansen

evan has a panic attack (sick evan)

sick evan at the dinner table with @oliversdrabbles (sick evan)

Falsettos

whizzer is ill in bed (sick whizzer)

Free!

pool practice migraines (sick rin)

maid cafe ova (sick rin)

rin pukes in bed (sick rin)

Headcanons 

peter with cvs

eddie k with cvs

peter parker omo

solangelo getting together

peter parker celiac 

IT (2017)

ipecac (sick eddie)

The Mortal Instruments

simon is sick (sick simon, lmao duh)

Ouran High School Host Club

feverish mori (sick mori)

it was just a headache (sick kyoya)

Skam

omo drabble (isak)

drugged (sick isak)

carsick (sick isak)

sick at nissen (sick isak)

Spiderman

cvs on star wars day (sick peter)

river water and ben flashbacks (sick peter)

new powers (sick peter)

Stranger Things

on the school bus (sick will) 

stuffed (sick eleven)

Percy Jackson

delirium (sick nico)

bronchitis (sick nico)

Yuri!!! on Ice

victuuri omo (victor)

amusement park shit (sick yurio)

georgi and mila (sick both of them)

drunk, again (sick yuuri)

yakov and lilia are trying their best (sick yurio)

carsick (sick yurio)

motorcyclesick (sick otabek)

Voltron

sneezy cold (sick lance)

poor pidge (sick pidge)

hunk (sick hunk)

lance is just a so-so caretaker (sick kieth) 

flight drills (sick pidge)

OC

elias and santi are hungover with @sicknsuffering (sick both of them)

[elliotlikespuke]

Rules - Tag fifteen people you would like to get to know better

I was tagged by @sicknsuffering

1) Relationship status - Single and hates it... 

2) Favourite colour(s)? - Navy blue and pastels

3) Lipstick or Chapstick? - chapstick

4) Three favourite foods - Tofu, sushi, pineapple

5) Last song I listened to - Whizzer Going Down from In Trousers

6) Last movie I watched - Deadpool 2 

7) Top three shows - Skam, Girls, MTV Scream

8) Books I’m currently reading - All The Kremlin’s Men and Rasputin, Faith, Power, and Twilight of the Romanovs 

9) Last thing I googled - “à tâtons traduction”

10) Height? - 5′7

11) Time? - 12:33pm

12) Song stuck in my head - Take On Me by a-ha

13) What are you wearing? - a tank top and pyjama pants

14) How many blankets do you sleep with? - just one

15) Dream trip? - visiting my belarussian friend in belarus, then seeing kiev, st. petersburg and moscow 

Tagging: @oliversdrabbles @i-am-too-sick @tossing-cookies @rachthecool

[elliotlikespuke]

you all are deviants and I love each of you

@sickficlurker @oliversdrabbles

How graphic is too graphic when describing vomit? Asking for a friend…

[i-am-too-sick]

Another question (I’m sorry I do really like you’re writing lol) do you only want to write one character sick at a time? And I’m on mobile-do you have links to your ocs info?

I guess it doesn't have to be one person sick. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Honestly, I cant be picky. Also, I'm on mobile too, but you should be able to type in my OCs' names to get some info about them. Tags I use are: Quinn, Toby, Callaghan, Orrin, Sawyer, Alex, Ally, my ocs (I need a better tagging system, I'm sorry). I hope that helps! Thank you for any help you're willing to give!

[cryotael]

the-rae-parable —> oliversdrabbles

Hey guys this blog is uh gonna go through a bit of a revamp