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Overdramatic
TW: emeto (3 times, including it getting on people), fainting, hospital mentioned (but no hospital visit or EMS called)
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“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.
#oc#original writing#emeto#my writing#oc whump#oc sickfic#osp the swashbucklers#fainting#Flynn sick#Iris caretaker#osp Flynn#my inbox is open
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Stomach bug
Victor has a stomach bug and decides to skip class. When Taylor gets back from her classes, she discovers his illness had gotten worse than she thought would get.
TW: fever, emeto, stomach push (idk what to put for the warning but Tay helps him throw up)
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“Babe?” Taylor called.
“Mmh,” Victor groaned in response.
She opened the door.
“Are you gonna go to class today?” she asked softly.
“No, my stomach still feels… wrong. It’s just bad. I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Okay, I’ll see what we have that you can eat and then I have to go to my classes.”
“I don’t want to eat anything.”
“I get that, but you can’t just not eat anything all day. That’s not healthy.”
“Why do I have to be healthy?” Victor protested, rolling over onto his side to face his girlfriend.
Taylor chuckled.
“You got me there,” she teased.
•••
She came back in a few minutes later with a box of plain crackers and a bottle of water.
“I couldn’t find any nausea medicine, but this is what we have,” she said, setting the offerings down on the nightstand by Victor’s side of the bed.
“I’m still not going to eat anything.”
“At least drink some water. Not having anything in there will only make it worse. Trust me.”
“Okay, I’ll eat some later. For now, I’m just going to go to sleep.”
She looked at her phone to check the time.
“I have to go. Take care of yourself, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll try to be healthy,” Victor said with a playful smile.
Taylor pushed the hair out of his face and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Then, she left for her class.
•••
Some time later, Victor woke up from his nap. Overall, he felt well-rested, but that was the only good feeling he felt. The sheets were soaked with sweat, but he didn’t feel hot. In fact, he was shivering under his blanket. His stomach definitely felt worse than before he went to sleep. It now felt like it was somehow bloated and pushing against his abs from the inside, even though it was empty. His mouth was dry as a desert, but that was normal for him because he always seems to have it open in his sleep. The dryness made him take a sip of water from the bottle on the nightstand, despite his reservations about putting anything in his stomach.
The moment the water got in, his tummy made a rumbling sound, but surprisingly it seemed to relieve some of the pressure.
Maybe not eating is only making it worse, like Taylor said…
He decided to give the crackers a chance. He pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard of the bed, then started eating the crackers slowly. Each one gave his stomach more to work with, which seemed like a good thing.
Once he felt like he had enough, he took a few sips of water, then picked up his phone for some distraction.
Even though the pressure wasn’t so bad anymore, the nausea still persisted. He couldn’t tell whether he was actually going to be sick or not, so he tried to get his mind off of it, hoping that would convince his body to forget about it too.
It didn’t quite work that way. The pressure quickly returned, and the nausea got a lot more threatening. He knew what was going to happen, whether he wanted it to or not.
He scanned the room for something to be sick into, but there was nothing. He would have to go to the bathroom. He knew he didn’t have time to get in and out of his wheelchair, and there was no point in that anyway, since the bathroom door was just across the room from the bed. He threw the covers off his legs and rolled over onto the floor with a thud.
The downstairs neighbors must be wondering what the hell that was, he thought, ignoring the pain in his side and arm from landing on them.
He pulled himself across the floor, taking his phone with him in case he needed to call for help. He opened the bathroom door and made his way to the toilet.
He just barely had enough time to position his head over the toilet bowl before he gagged the first time. Nothing came up, but it send a wave of pain through his stomach. A cough brought up the first puny stream of vomit. It was just chewed-up crackers and water, not even digested.
The cycle repeated for a few more minutes: unproductive coughing and retching eventually leading to bringing up small amounts of what he ate, until his stomach finally settled down. After it did, he felt much better. He was still cold and clammy, but other than that, he was alright.
He checked the time on his phone.
11:58 A.M. Tay should be out of class by now, right?
He decided to text her and find out. When he opened his messages, he noticed that she had texted him earlier asking how he was doing, but he had missed it.
Victor: hey babe, when are you coming back home?
He flushed the toilet, then scooted himself backward so he could sit up against the wall while he waited for her to answer. Her response came more quickly than he expected it to.
Taylor: ill be home soon. i was just getting nausea medicine and stuff for you from the store.
Taylor: is everything ok?
Victor: meh. just puked.
Taylor: aw im sorry babe 🥺
Taylor: did you make it to the bathroom?
Victor: yeah
Taylor: thats good at least
Victor: and my stomach feels better now
Taylor: aw im glad, I hope it stays better
Taylor: i just bought ginger ale and nausea meds so hopefully that helps too. do you need anything else?
Victor: no, that sounds fine
After he sent that message, he noticed a dull pain in his head pulsing to the beat of his heart.
Victor: actually do we have painkillers already?
Taylor: yeah we have tylenol and ibuprofen
Taylor: theyre in the cabinet above the sink tho
Victor: dammit
Taylor: ill be home soon dont worry
Victor: yeah ik, I’ll be fine
Taylor: ok im going to drive home now
Victor: alr
Victor set his phone down on the floor and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to go back to sleep, but now with this headache, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Plus, his stomach was already starting to feel off again, even though he hadn’t eaten anything.
He decided to stay in the bathroom and wait for Taylor to get back.
The wait felt like ages. He tried to distract himself by playing games on his phone again, but it didn’t do much to help. He kept checking the time thinking minutes had passed, only to find that the readout was the exact same as the last time he checked. Unease gradually filled his stomach again.
I wonder what will happen first, Tay getting here or me throwing up again?
The answer to that gradually became clearer. He moved himself back in front of the toilet. He placed his arms on the toilet seat and rested his head on them. The nausea got stronger and stronger, and every time he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he was proven wrong.
At that moment, he heard the front door open.
“Babe? Vic?” said Taylor’s voice from the living room.
He retched, forcing out nothing but a terrible sound.
Great timing.
“Oh no, babe,” Taylor said.
She set down the things from the store, then found Victor in the bathroom. She sat down next to him and started giving him a gentle back rub to ease his pain.
He gagged again, still bringing up nothing.
“Did you eat or drink anything since the last time?” Taylor asked.
“No,” Victor mumbled.
“Maybe you should drink some water,” she suggested.
“Sure, but I’m just gonna-“
He was cut off by another loud, painful retch.
“I know, but it’s okay,” she assured him. “I’ll get you some water.”
She got up got up and grabbed the water bottle from his nightstand. He coughed a few times, then unproductively gagged again. She returned with the water bottle and handed it to him.
He waited to make sure he wasn’t about to heave again, then cautiously brought it to his lips. Drinking the water felt like swallowing molasses. He could only take one sip before and gagging again.
She took the water bottle and set it on the counter.
He rested his head on his arms again, and he coughed and retched, but still, nothing.
The nausea felt like it was slowly eating him from the inside.
“Could you… just.. squeeze my stomach for me?” Victor asked hesitantly. “I just want to get it over with.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding a bit confused.
She got behind him and wrapped her arms around his belly.
“How hard should I squeeze?” she asked.
“However hard,” he answered. “Just make me barf.”
“Okay.”
She pushed on his abdomen, lightly at first, but when nothing happened, she increased the pressure. His stomach convulsed in response and she immediately let go, but still nothing came up.
She squeezed his belly again, this time faster. It caused him to heave up a little bit of water with a loud, pained noise.
A few seconds later, his stomach contracted on its own, sending up a weak stream of stomach acid. He spat to get the vile taste out of his mouth.
“You okay?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah,” he responded.
He breathed heavily for a few seconds.
“Was that all?” she wondered out loud.
“Maybe.”
He sat up hesitantly. His stomach felt much better, just like it did after the first round. He hoped the relief would last longer this time.
“Yeah, I think so,” he told her.
She ran her hand through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead. He leaned back and let himself fall back onto her lap. She held his head in one arm, still combing through his tangled hair with the other hand.
“Do you still want those painkillers?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah. But I think I’d just… you know.”
“Hmm… Maybe you could take the nausea medicine first and see how you feel?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Good idea.”
Why didn’t I think of that?
“I’ll go get it for you,” she offered.
He sat back up with her help. She left for a minute, then she returned with pain pills, nausea ginger chews, the water bottle from his nightstand, and a bottle of ginger ale.
He started chewing on one of the ginger chews, and she helped him get back to bed. His stomach settled down fairly quickly, and he took a Tylenol and drank a little bit of ginger ale before going back to sleep with Taylor by his side.
#original writing#oc#osp Victor sick#osp Taylor#my writing#oc sickfic#oc whump#osp the swashbucklers#osp victor#emeto#TW emeto#nausea#stomach bug#fluffy fic
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I may have gotten the wrong idea about xe, but Jamie getting sick before a performance, blaming nerves until fever is appearent, and the rest of the band having to work around and tossing Jamie from caretaker to caretaker ;)
It’s Just Nerves
For context, they’re all backstage at a café that I haven’t named yet, about ten minutes before a performance will begin.
TW: fever (of course), fainting
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“Jamie? Hellooo?”
“Huh?” Jamie said with a start.
“What is wrong with you?”
“What?”
“What is up with you? You were just staring at the wall for like thirty seconds when I was talking to you,” said Flynn.
“Oh. Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine,” Jamie lied.
In reality, xe had been feeling pretty bad for a while now. Lightheaded, cold, out of it…
I skipped lunch, maybe that’s why. Or maybe it’s just nerves.
“You’re shaking, though,” Flynn commented.
“It’s just nerves,” Jamie.
“Are you sure? Do you feel alright?”
“I mean, I feel a bit off, but…”
“Then you shouldn’t go on,” Flynn said decisively. “I’ll go get Taylor.”
“Wait, no- it’s really not that bad. I’m sure it’s just nerves!”
Flynn was already walking away, and there was no stopping him. Jamie plunked down in a chair and ran xer fingers through xer hair.
I really don’t want to be the reason we can’t perform tonight... I’m the lead singer, I can’t just “not go on.”
When xe looked up, xe saw Taylor walking towards xer, biting off a piece of a fruit roll-up.
“Hey, Jamie,” she said in her usual laid-back tone. “Flynn told me you weren’t feeling good?”
“I feel fine. Flynn’s just overreacting.”
“Really?” she questioned, clearly noticing xer shaking hands.
“Yeah, I’m just tired. And maybe a bit nervous.”
“You think you can still go on?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Alright then, I’m sure you’ll be okay.”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” xe agreed.
“Okay,” she said, then gave xer a pat on the back and walked away.
Phew. At least she was reasonable. If I can just sit here and rest until the performance, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
A headache started to set in and xe rubbed xer temples. Xe heard people talking in the distance, the music from the band preceding them, and footsteps going back and forth in front of xer, and all of it seemed too loud. There were barely any lights on backstage, so at leas it wasn’t too bright. Xe kept xer eyes closed and focused on xer breathing.
“Jamie?” xe heard someone say right in front of xer.
“What?” xe responded, not looking up.
“Are you good?” Ash asked sincerely.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
Xe knew that wouldn’t satisfy Ash, but xe was tired of talking to people about it.
Why can’t everyone just leave me alone?
“You don’t look fine.”
“Yeah, I know I’m shaking. It’s just nerves, okay?”
“Nah, I mean, like… your skin looks different.”
“What?” Jamie asked, finally looking up at Ash.
“Yeah, it looks… pinker than normal.”
“How can you tell in this lighting?” Jamie wondered.
“It’s pretty easy ‘cause you’re so pale,” Ash deadpanned.
Jamie let out a little laugh.
“I have to give you that one.”
“Do you have a fever or something?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Can I, like, check?” they asked, holding their hand up near Jamie’s forehead.
“Ugh, fine.”
Ash placed their hand on Jamie’s forehead.
“Your body temperature is usually colder than a human’s, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You feel warm to me.”
“Oh, wow. That’s actually not good,” Jamie said, surprised. “I didn’t realize I had a fever.”
“I’ll go tell Tay and Iris. Iris will know what to do.”
“You don’t need to tell Taylor. I can still go on,” Jamie maintained.
“No way, man. You’re definitely not going on. You’d probably be burning up in human degrees.”
“Fine, you can tell her. She’s already said I could go on, though.”
“That was before she knew you had a fever,” Ash said as they started walking away.
Ash was probably right. A fever that high probably wasn’t normal. Plus, the music from the band onstage stage felt like it was blaring in xer ears. Xe could barely focus on anything other than the headache pulsing to the beat.
I can still go on, though! I have to.
Through the brain fog, xe spotted Patrick passing by.
“Hey, Pat,” xe called out just loud enough for him to hear.
“Hm?”
“Have you ever gotten a fever from nerves?”
“No, I haven’t, but I’m sure it’s a thing,” he answered. “You can get so many things from nerves, it’s crazy.”
“Huh.”
“Why? Do you feel like you have a fever?” he asked, furrowing his brows.
“No, I definitely have one. Ash checked.”
“Oh. And, uh… and you think it’s because you’re nervous?”
“I hope it is,” xe sighed.
“Oh. Have you told Tay or Iris?”
At that moment, Jamie noticed Taylor, Iris and Ash walking up behind Pat.
“Ash did. They’re right there,” xe said, pointing at the three of them.
“Oh!” Pat said, stepping aside to make room for them.
Iris immediately made a beeline for Jamie and put the back of her hand on xer cheek.
“Stop,” Jamie grumbled, pushing Iris’s hand away. “I’m fine!”
“You’re not. And I don’t think you should go on tonight,” Iris said firmly.
“Really, I can go on. I feel fine,” Jamie protested.
“Flynn told me you said you didn’t feel good, and Ash told me you had a fever, which is obviously true.”
“Taylor?” Jamie pleaded.
“Whatever Iris says goes,” Taylor responded.
Jamie sighed.
“How do you feel now?” Iris asked.
Xe knew xe couldn’t fully lie to Iris anymore because xe knew she would see right through it.
“I feel… a little lightheaded, but other than that I’m fine. I probably just need some water.”
“Ash, can you get them some water?” Iris instructed calmly.
Ash nodded and hurried away.
“So, just a little lightheaded?” Iris interrogated xer. “Like, you’re not going to pass out on stage?”
“No, definitely not,” Jamie assured her. “I’ll prove it.”
Jamie hopped up out of xer chair with the confidence that suggested xe felt great, when in fact xe felt even more lightheaded than xe did a few minutes ago. Iris and Pat hovered their hands around xer shoulders, ready to catch xer if xe swayed or fell, but xe stayed standing, even as colorful dots crept into the sides of xer vision.
“See?” Jamie prodded.
“Okay, so you can stand. That doesn’t mean you…”
Jamie didn’t quite catch the end of Iris’s sentence. It suddenly sounded like she was talking from across the room. The world started to rush away from xer, and the last thing xe felt was the sensation of falling, maybe falling to the floor, or maybe falling endlessly into a deep… peace.
•••
Xer eyelids were heavy. Xe could hear some music playing. It was oddly loud. Xe didn’t know how xe could’ve fallen asleep with music this loud going on.
“Ugh, who’s playing that music?” Jamie mumbled. “Turn it off.”
“Jamie? Did you say something?” said a familiar deep but feminine voice.
Xe could recognize that voice anywhere; it was Iris’s. But what was Iris doing in xer room?
“I’m trying to sleep, Iris,” xe complained.
“You’re trying to sleep?” Iris said, confounded. “Yeah, he’s really out of it.”
Who is she talking to?
Jamie finally opened xer eyes and found that xe was not, in fact, in xer room. Xe was on the floor backstage at the café the band usually performs at, surrounded by the whole band except Victor.
I wonder why Victor isn’t here. Wait, that’s not the most important thing to ask right now…
“What’s going on?” Jamie wondered aloud.
“Not you, that’s for sure,” Flynn quipped.
At that moment, Jamie noticed that xer head was on Iris’s lap. She was sitting on the floor just to give xer a place to rest xer head.
“Do you still want the water?” Ash said, offering Jamie a paper cup.
“Sure,” Jamie accepted it.
Xe sat up with help from Iris and took a few sips of the water.
“So, we’re supposed to be going on in six minutes,” Taylor stated.
“We can still go on and do something, right?” Flynn asked.
“If you can think of anything,” Taylor told them.
“I mean, me and Ash know a few songs we could do together,” Flynn said confidently.
“I bet Vic would be happy to do a drum solo,” Iris added.
“And Pat, maybe you could do that hurdy-gurdy piece you’ve been working on!” Ash suggested.
Pat’s eyes widened and his breathing got faster, but no one else seemed to notice except Jamie.
“I didn’t know you were working on a solo,” said Taylor, impressed. “You should totally perform it!”
“Uh… yeah, sure. Sure, I’ll do it,” Pat agreed. “I’m just gonna… go practice it.”
Pat pushed past the others and hurried off.
I hope he’s okay, knowing how he gets…
Yvonne and Ash exchanged concerned looks, apparently thinking the same thing.
“So Ash and Flynn can do a duet, Vic can do a drum solo, and Pat will do his hurdy-gurdy solo,” Taylor listed. “Yvonne, do you want to do a solo?”
“Nononono, absolutely not,” she responded immediately. “Um, Pat knows My Heart Will Go On on the hurdy-gurdy, so we could do that together.”
“Ok, great, and I’m sure Vic could provide some basic drum support on that one too,” Taylor added. “Well, t-minus five minutes, then. Everyone get ready.”
They all split up to get their instruments and such. Only Iris, Taylor and Jamie were left together.
“I’ll stay back here with Jamie and make sure he’s okay,” Taylor assured Iris. “You go and help with Vic’s drums and all that.
“Okay, yeah,” Iris agreed. “Just let me know right away if anything else happens, okay?”
“Okay, Mom,” Taylor said sarcastically.
Iris rolled her eyes as she stood up, then walked off to help the others with whatever they needed. Ash immediately pulled her aside to help with an issue with their instrument.
“Lemme help you get up into this chair,” Taylor said, offering her hand to Jamie.
Xe took it and stood up, slowly this time, then sat down in the chair.
“You alright?” Taylor whispered as the other band’s music died down and the small audience applauded.
“Yeah,” Jamie answered bluntly.
“Okay, I’m gonna go get another chair.”
Jamie nodded in acknowledgement. Taylor snuck around backstage, looking for a chair. Jamie could hear one of the band members on stage talking to the audience.
“We’ve got one more song for you tonight. It’s a bit of a long one, but we’ll have time,” a low voice said through the speakers.
Another song started, and Taylor pulled up a chair next to Jamie.
For the next few minutes, Taylor watched everyone scramble around backstage and almost got up to help a few times, but Iris seemed to have everything handled. Jamie felt so tired, xe could almost fall asleep if it weren’t for xer raging headache. Taylor checked her watch, then stopped Iris as she was walking by.
“T-minus one minute,” Taylor said to Iris.
Iris nodded and passed the message on to the rest of the band. Iris carried Victor’s drum set over near the entrance to the stage, and the other band members all gathered around with their instruments, but Jamie thought that the group looked smaller than it should.
“Is that everyone?” Jamie asked Taylor.
“No, it’s not…” she answered, scanning the group. “Patrick and Yvonne are missing.”
She stood up and told them, and then Victor quickly wheeled off to the back. He came back with the missing members just in time for them all to make in on stage on schedule.
Once Iris finished setting up the drum set and the microphones, she came back and sat with Jamie and Taylor. They heard Yvonne’s voice over the speakers.
“Hey, everyone,” she said, her voice shaking. “We’re The Swashbucklers, and uh.. our lead singer is out sick today, so we’re gonna do something a bit different today. We’re each going to do something we have been practicing. Flynn and Ash are going to go first.”
The music sounded great. Flynn and Ash’s duet, Victor’s solo, and Pat’s solo were all amazing original pieces. During Yvonne, Pat and Victor’s performance, Jamie dozed off a bit, but that was basically a compliment because it was a calming song. Xe woke up to the wonderful sound of applause.
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So you may have noticed something was going on with Pat… and that’s going to be my next story! It’s going to be this from Pat’s perspective. I’m so excited ahhh
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Jamie’s band
Intro to Jamie’s band, The Swashbucklers!
They’re an indie band that does live gigs sometimes and releases their music on streaming platforms. They call the type of music they make “pirate rock.” They all go to the same college but not all of them live on campus.
For each one I listed their role in the band, their main personality trait(s), any reason they might get sick or hurt often or that they’re usually a caretaker, and then a picture of them made with picrew.
I’ll do full introductions for them at some point but for now enjoy this. Also feel free to request stuff with these characters.
Jamie (xe/they/he)
Lead singer
Skater & thrill-seeker
Has lots of allergies & food intolerances, has photosensitive epilepsy, and is often reckless
https://osp-originals.tumblr.com/post/672938174745657344/character-intro
Yvonne (she/her)
Backup singer
Timid & shy until she’s on stage
Doesn’t get sick or hurt often
Usually a caretaker, very good at comforting people emotionally but doesn’t know what to do medically so she doesn’t enjoy being a caretaker but does it anyway
Victor (he/him)
Drummer
Punk rocker frat boy, dating Taylor (his legs have been paralyzed since birth)
Careless about his health, does dangerous things, eats stuff way past the expiration date
Tries to help people, but doesn’t really know how
Flynn (he/him)
Electric guitar
Gay af, very confident
Has an overactive immune system so illnesses usually hit him harder than they would for others, faints at the sight of more than a drop of blood
Sometimes a caretaker, acts like he knows what he’s doing but he really doesn’t
Ashton/Ash (he/they)
Electric bass
D&D nerd
Gets semi-frequent migraines, gets motion sick in cars & airplanes
Sometimes a caretaker, cares about their friends more than even themself
Patrick/Pat (he/him)
Hurdy-gurdy (yes that’s a real instrument)
Passionate about his instrument and his friends
Overworks himself a lot, often has panic attacks before shows or in other stressful situations
Not often a caretaker, usually panics if he’s forced to take care of someone
This is all of the band members in their outfits they wear for performances
Made by @idlyingabout by commission
Taylor/Tay (she/her)
Music producer/sound mixer and manager
Hippie & party gurl, dating Victor
When she drinks she drinks a lot, otherwise doesn’t get sick or hurt often
Always a caretaker for Victor if she’s there, and usually a caretaker for anyone else as long as she’s not drunk
Iris (she/they/he)
Live show tech support and assistant manager
Most responsible one of the group
Low blood pressure, so she gets lightheaded easily, but knows how to take care of herself so she usually doesn’t faint
Usually a caretaker, usually knows what to do to help people
All stories with the whole band or in a situation/setting related to the band will be tagged with “osp the swashbucklers.”
Pls request some! Whatever your sickfic/whump fantasy is, I’ll find a way to write it with these characters, or Jamie’s sister Cindy, or xer college roommate Mark. Or even Mark’s girlfriend Kiki. But I love these guys already so pls request stuff with them lol
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