#lickstynine

[emetoandotherthings]

The Teachers' Curse

A/N: Honestly this is the first thing I've written in so so so long.. I don't really even know where it came from but 🤷‍♀️ Also apologies cause there's a lot of build up, but suck it if you don't like it. Just cause they're so wonderful I'm dedicating this to @lickstynine and @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak

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         The teachers’ curse. That’s what they’d all joked about in uni. The last week of term and the first week of the holidays – rule them out because with everything that needed done, you’d be exhausted and every bug, virus and eager bacteria comes after you. Jude had laughed about it with all the rest, until his probationary year began.

         After 8 weeks, October had brought a tired, run down feeling; December heralded a cold – but then, who didn’t get a cold in December? Jude was beginning to think that it was a whole load of rubbish, until he had to content with a 13 week term, coinciding with a pedagogical enquiry and a final profile to prove that he was actually good enough to be a teacher.

         With only 7 school days to go until the Easter holidays, Jude woke up with conjunctivitis – all scratchy and inflamed. He’d ended up with drops that Eden almost had to pin him down to put in, and forced to wear his glasses for the entire week.

         With 5 days left, a throbbing incessant pain in his ear had made itself known as his class worked with the percussion music specialist. The rest of the day, he’d felt like someone was trying to sharpen a pencil inside his ear canal. By 3pm, the glands in his neck had blown up and swallowing was a challenge. Eden had dragged him to the emergency out of hours doctor and the result was a 3 day course of antibiotics. Jude tried to laugh it off as just one of those things, but secretly he wondered whether it was the teacher’s curse creeping up on him. At least he’d be finished the antibiotics by Friday and would be able to have a drink in the evening when the holidays arrived.

         The thrumming had faded to a stop over the next few days, along with the sandpaper scratch in his throat and the only thing that lingered was a tiredness that made it almost impossible to drag himself out of bed on Friday morning.

         “Last day!” Eden’s voice was far too cheery for so early in the morning.

         “Thank the Lord…” Jude sighed, rubbing both hands over his face as he placed both feet firmly on the carpet. Eden was packing books the size of paving slabs into his backpack.

         “I’m in lab today,” he explained, as Jude dragged a shirt over his shoulders. “I’ll try to be back for you getting home – first evening of the holidays!”

         “I am very much looking forward to being back in bed…” It was just 6 hours – then he’d be done, he’d have some downtime. It’s not that he didn’t love teaching – he did! He loved the kids, hearing their stories, seeing their learning click into place like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle… but anyone who claimed working with children was easy definitely hadn’t spent time with 30 at once.

         Last days were a grand waste of time. For start, nearly one quarter of his class were absent; the rest were as mad as a box of frogs – unable to settle to anything for longer than five minutes. Jude was only glad that it stayed dry so the afternoon was filled with spare part outdoor learning; an activity which required supervision, but not a great deal of teaching or attention. He was only too pleased when the bell to end the day rang, and he could wave goodbye to his learned for the next two weeks. Jude had sat at his desk for nearly 10 whole minutes just willing himself to move before he geared himself up to go home.

         He was determined to only make one trip from his car to the flat, so he clambered up the stairs with three bags trying to pull his arms from his sockets. He was struggling to get the keys from his pocket when the front door swung open from the inside.

         “Jude!” Eden looked scandalised at the number of bags his boyfriend was carrying; he swooped forwards and grabbed some of them.

         “Eden…” He hadn’t expected him to be home. “I thought you’d still be in labs.”

         “It’s your first evening of the holidays!” Eden strained under the weight of the tote bags. “I wanted to spend some time with you.”

         “I’m not sure I’ll be that great company,” Jude answered, dumping the last of his bags into their hallway.

         “Oh shush,” Eden said, disappearing into their kitchen. “I was more thinking…” His voice continued from the kitchen and he re-appeared at the doorframe, two beers clutched in his hand. “A drink, a takeaway and some Netflix… No lesson plans, no profile – just relaxing.” Eden was holding out the bottle of beer, a quarter of lime squeezed into its neck.

         “Sometimes you’re the most beautiful thing on the planet,” Jude couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face, accepting the beer bottle.

         “Only sometimes?” Eden’s eyebrows disappeared up under his fringe.

         “Always,” Jude sighed. “Sorry…” Eden grabbed Jude’s free hand and dragged him into the living room; he’d brought several blankets and pillows into the room. “Oh, Eden…”

         “I thought we could make a bit of a nest,” Eden suggested, “food, drinks, not having to move…”

         “What did I do to deserve you?” Jude mused as Eden pulled him to the sofa, noticing that Eden’s cheeks had flushed pink. “Thank you.”

         Jude had barely drunk half of his beer before he dozed off, his head lolling backwards against the sofa and the beer bottle tipping forward precariously. Eden gently extricated it from Jude’s hands and let him sleep – he needed it.

         Jude’s head was heavy as he woke up, he felt sluggish and groggy; he opened his eyes and stretched. Eden was curled next to him, a book in his lap.

         “Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing his hands across his face. “How long have I been asleep?”

         “About an hour and a half,” he put his book on the arm of the sofa and stretched his arm around Jude’s shoulder. Jude loved how well he fit into the crook of Eden’s shoulder. “I ordered food, it’ll be here soon.”

         “You’re an angel,” Jude said; he was so tired he didn’t feel like eating, but he would – if only to make Eden happy. He grabbed his beer from the table and took a swig, it didn’t taste as good lukewarm, but that was his fault for falling asleep.

         “Food’s here,” Eden announced, his phone buzzing to let him know the delivery driver was at the door. “Do you want another beer?”

         “Why not?” Jude shrugged, he felt bad – Eden was doing so much for him, yet he couldn’t help but feel the only thing he wanted to do was crawl into bed. He tried to waken himself up a bit, sitting up straighter and stretching his arms above his head.

         “Here you go,” Eden reappeared, carrying some pizza boxes and more beers. He set down one of the boxes in Jude’s lap before settling beside him.

         “Aaw, you even got pineapple on mine!” Jude smiled as he opened the lid of his box.

         “I thought I could allow for your transgression just this once,” Eden opened his own pizza. “I’m starving, I don’t know what it is about labs that always makes me so hungry.” He pulled a slice of his pizza up and devoured it hungrily. “Oh, and I’ve got cookie dough for afters.”

         “You’re amazing,” Jude grinned, though even the muscles of his cheeks felt tired.

         “Come on,” Eden nodded towards Jude’s pizza. “Tuck in.”

         Jude managed three quarters of his pizza before he felt the strain of his waistband against his stomach. He wanted more, it tasted so good and he felt more awake than he had since he got home. He swigged more of his beer as he rested the pizza box on the table and leaned back into the pillows and blankets surrounding it.

         “Man, I’ve got a food baby,” he rubbed his hand over his stomach.

         “Me too,” Eden replied. He’d finished all of his own pizza and had curled his arm around Jude’s shoulder again.

         “Shut up!” Jude joked, scanning up and down Eden’s slim frame. “I don’t know where you put it!”

         “I dunno,” Eden shrugged, “perks of having a fast metabolism.”

         “If only!”

         “You’re perfect just as you are,” Eden said; and then they were kissing. It was warm and soft, and Jude loved the way they fit together, as though they’d been made that way. When they split, Jude stayed closed to Eden, he felt like home. “Right,” Eden spoke after a while, “let’s put something on to watch, you choose.” He handed across the remote.

         “Anything?” Jude asked.

         “Anything you want,” Eden smiled.

         Jude’s eyes were drooping, even though he was the one who’d chosen the drama they were both watching. He’d finished off his beer but now his mouth was feeling oddly dry; his waistband was still digging into his stomach and that discomfort was beginning to radiate deeper than his skin. He could get up and change, but that felt like too much of an effort.

         Yet as the time ticked by, and the first episode turned into the second, Jude’s attention was even less on the tv and much more on how the discomfort from his waistband had turned into a weird bubbly ache in the pit of his belly. It felt rather like the time he’d gone sailing and despite the calm water his insides had been sloshing around with every moment. A cold, goosebump sensation kept cropping up on his exposed arms. He tried to shuffle himself on the sofa, wanting to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but the movement only served to make him feel worse. He slid the empty beer bottle in between the arm of the sofa and cushion and rested his now free hand onto his belly. It felt soft underneath his hand, but he could still feel the bugle of his full stomach. He took a few deep breaths and tried to surreptitiously move the waistband of his trousers, hoping that would give him some relief.

         It didn’t. In fact, it got worse. From the slightly sloshy, swishy feeling, it progressed into a more churning sensation – like his stomach had been set to spin cycle. He slowly tried to massage his fingers into his flesh, but the ache gurgled and deepened. Jude thought he’d done a good job of hiding it, until Eden raised his eyebrows and fixed him with a strange look.

         “Are you okay?” He asked, his hand straying towards the remote.

         “Yeah, yeah,” Jude lied, but with one look he could tell Eden knew he was lying. “I dunno, I guess, I feel a bit… queasy.” Almost as soon as he said it, his stomach burbled under his hand. “I’m probably just tired.” He wanted to pass it off as nothing, but the discomfort was growing with every passing second. Eden grabbed the remote and paused the tv, he sat up straighter and seemed to survey Jude. Then he stretched out his hand and pressed it against Jude’s forehead.

         “You don’t feel warm,” he said quietly, frowning slightly. “Hang on…” Eden hoisted himself from the sofa and padded across to the main light; Jude blinked as the light turned on. “You’re a bit pale,” he commented, “maybe we should have an early night?”

         “You wouldn’t mind?” Jude asked quickly. “It’s just, you’ve gone to such an effort…”

         “Jude, if bed is where you need to be, then I’m happy to be there with you,” Eden answered, sounding so genuine that Jude could have cried. “And we can have cookie dough for breakfast.”

         “Thank you,” he said, sighing.

         “Come on then,” Eden crossed to the tv and switched it off, before turning off the lamps one by one. Jude shuffled forwards to the edge of the sofa, but as he moved a rush of heat swept across his body and his stomach twisted in such an uncomfortable manner that he froze where he was perched. He took deep steadying breaths, not liking the sudden shift. “Jude?”

         “H-ulp!” The hiccup burst from his lips before he could stop it, and he couldn’t stop the groan that followed or the way his hand had gone to his stomach.

         ��Jude?” There was a sense of urgency in Eden’s voice now; he’d crossed the room in a few strides and was kneeling to the side of him, his hand resting on Jude’s knee. “Jude?”

         “Oh god…” Jude groaned. “I don’t feel well Ede…”

         “What’s wrong? Tell me,” Eden’s voice was a comfort, but the spin cycle in his belly seemed to have reached terminal velocity.

         “My – my stomach,” Jude muttered, trying hard not to open his mouth too wide.

         “D’you feel sick?” Eden asked. “Shall I get a bucket?” Jude squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling and exhaling through his nose.

         “Mmmn, no,” Jude shook his head slightly. “Jus’ give me a minute, I’ll be fine.” But nothing felt further from the truth, the sweeps of cold and hot alternating with rapidity.

         “Are you sure?” Eden didn’t sound sure at all, but he squeezed Jude’s knee gently. Jude didn’t reply, he was far too busy willing his stomach to stop clenching in such a disconcerting way. He didn’t know how long he’d spent just trying to breathe, until he felt hot liquid creeping up the back of his throat – and at that point, he felt the inevitability of it.

         “’m gonna throw up,” he managed to force the words out.

         “Right, I’m getting a bucket,” Eden said firmly.

         “No – no,” Jude reached his hand and grabbed Eden’s to stop him moving. “Help me – to the toilet…”

         “Jude, it’d be easier…” Eden refuted, but Jude was already pushing himself up, his free hand cradling his belly. “Okay,” Eden grabbed Jude’s arm to support him, as his legs had the same quality as a newly born foal.

         “Oh god,” Jude slurred, the movement had made everything ten times worse. His stomach contracted and he felt the rush of liquid barrelling up his throat. He slapped his hand to his mouth, hoping to prevent what he knew was coming. “Hmmmllk!” The heave was so strong that Jude lurched forwards.

         “Jude!” Eden’s tone was anxious as he began to pull Jude more forcefully. Jude’s head was swimming, all he could focus on was keeping the contents of his stomach down.

         “Hmmrrk!” The next heave was stronger, and Jude felt liquid hit the back of his teeth, his cheeks puffing out dramatically. He fought to swallow, they were nearly at the bathroom – he had to make it. Jude felt his chest tighten and his stomach squeezing more powerfully, he tried to force his feet to move faster but his legs had lost the ability to be useful in movement.

         “H’kkrrrk!” Jude had no power over his own body anymore, it was doing what it needed to do. His legs had crumbled under the weight, Eden’s hand had released as he fell and he scrambled forwards, but not quickly enough.

         “H’kkkkrrrgggllll’uuuuurrrrggglll!” A spray of warm, bitter liquid burst from Jude’s lips, coating the toilet seat and splashing onto the floor. He had to ignore it, pulling himself closer to the toilet bowl, disregarding that he was kneeling in his own vomit. He’d barely had a second, hardly enough time to draw breath, before his stomach contracted again. “B’hhhrrkk-luuurrrk!”  It came with such force that the puke hit the back of the toilet seat and sent splashes back into Jude’s face.

         “Oh Jude,” Eden’s voice came back into focus, Jude hadn’t realised that all he had heard previous was the rebellion of his own body.

         “Urgh,” Jude groaned, learning forwards to his hands pressed on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. He could still feel his stomach contracting, gearing up for the next assault. “S-sorry…” He choked, his voice thin.

         “Jude, don’t be silly,” Eden brushed Jude’s hair away from his eyes, then placed his hand in between Jude’s shoulder blades. This simple action seemed to signal the start of the next round.

         “Hrrrr’uuuullllkrrrrggggll!” A wave of thick, bitter liquid forced up his throat and flowed forcefully into the toilet bowl. He could taste the hops of the beer and the tang of the pineapple, and this made him retch harder.

         “Oh Jude,” Eden rubbed Jude’s back firmly, feeling the muscles tense under his touch. “You should have said you were feeling this bad.”

         “Wasn’t-“ Jude choked, spitting in order to try and rid his mouth of the taste. “Hit me all at – hrrk – once!”

         “Here,” Eden retrieved a cloth and ran it under the tap, before kneeling down next to Jude and wiping gently at his face. It was something so simple, but it nearly brought tears to Jude’s eyes. “It’s okay,” Eden’s words were soothing, “it’ll be alright…”

         “Feel – hrrk – awful…” Jude spit the saliva pooling in his mouth out, but that gave way to another heave that brought up a further wave of sick.

         “You’ll feel better when it’s out,” Eden reassured him, rubbing his back again.

         “Urrghh…” Jude groaned, his knees were beginning to protest being pressed against the cold tile floor; he tried to re-adjust himself, kneeling back and straightening up. His body didn’t like this, sending more sick charging up his throat and splashing into the water of the toilet bowl. “Pineapple doesn’t – hllk – taste as good on its way up…”

         “Glad to see you’ve not lost your sense of humour,” Eden quipped dryly.

         “Not the only thing I’ve lost,” he muttered. He was hoping this was a lull; his stomach wasn’t straining and contracting now, all he could feel was a slow churn in his gut.

         “You feeling better?” Eden knelt down beside him, brushing a hair away from his face. “You’re not as ghostly pale anymore.”

         “Think – for a bit…” Jude answered, he put his hand gently to his stomach – it didn’t feel quite as tender as before. “Not sure I’m completely – finished…” The last word hung slowly in the air.

         “But just now?” Eden asked and Jude gave a tiny nod. “Right, for now, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

         “But –“ Jude started, but Eden cut him off.

         “I’ll get a bucket, put it next to the bed,” Eden’s words were so self-assured that Jude had to listen to him. “We’ll get you in something comfy and tucked up so you can rest.”

         “Okay,” Jude agreed, there was no point in arguing with a determined Eden.

         “For some reason, I don’t think we’ll be having cookie dough for breakfast,” Eden chuckled.

         The mention of food made Jude heave dryly again; he gulped down some air and shook his head: “No, I think not…”

#my writing #emeto tw #emeto #fics #ocs #Eden #Jude #puking #illness #sickfic #sickness #vomiting #puke #fiction #cw puke #queasy #emeto fiction #emetophilia #original character fiction

[angstyaches]

Sickfic blogs you recommend

Um, hi.

I recommend all of the following talent:

@secretobsessionstuff, @mxnsterparty, @tomato-sickfics, @bellysoupset, @writing-whump, @anonyony1, @lickstynine, @tiny-loves-rubs, @ginger-and-mint, @sickly-qt, @emphasis-on-the-comfort, @justmeandmysickies, @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak.

#ask #anon

[builder051]

🐄🌻🧶

Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate? 

Do I have to pick one? I feel like one of those guys at the Oscars who are so flabbergasted they won the award (in, like, sound editing or smth) that they tremble through a speech in half-French-half-English, then remember they actually have notes in their pocket, but they’re upside down, and he’s trying to name all the members of his team as possible in the last 5 seconds, and his wife, and his great grandfather, and… commercial break.

Some of my most treasured tumblr friends are @mohini-musing @xxx-cat-xxx @plotmatsu @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak @lickstynine @sickandvomiting @feelingsick @anonyony1 @jojowritesstuff @sickficlurker2 @emetoandotherthings @taylortut And probably a good 20 other people whose names or handles I can’t remember right now. Also a big shoutout to my friend DP, who has moved back to AO3.

Sunflower: What is one thing that brightened your day today? 

Seeing as my last couple days have consisted of big pain, then sleep, watch tv and fall asleep, take meds and fall asleep, and intermittently chat with DD in ASL when she comes to check on me… Today has actually been quite good.

It’s hard to walk/move without much ow, but I made it to roommate’s room with the big windows and lots of clear floorspace for kiddos to play safely. Little girl is playing toys, and my baby boy is in the bed with me, currently having a nap, and sharing/clutching 1/2 of one of my big pillow animals.

Baby boy has many medical challenges, and he doesn’t follow a typical pattern of communication development. He uses some ASL, some pre-speech baby sounds, and a handful of verbal words (or close enough that we know what he means.) Usually he communicates in context, like answering questions, or saying ‘good morning’ when we get him out of bed. Today, though, we were just lying in bed next to each other, and I was petting his hand, and he just made the most incredible baby smile and said, “I love you.”

Pronunciation wasn’t perfect, and he’s definitely learned it from hearing it said a million times (to him, among other family members, etc). But he hasn’t seen me in ~48 hours due to post-op sleepy, and for him to get me and have those words for me… just amazing little heart glitters of love and pride and amazement. So happy.

Yarn: Knitting or Crocheting?

I know how to do both. I can only cast on/basic stitch (indefinitely)/cast off when knitting. I also knit…sideways? I have to anchor one needle in my lap or on a table or smth while working with the other one to make stitches. I have made a couple of throw blankets knitting, but they’re sooo basic.

I really enjoy crochet; I find one-handed projects easier to start and stop when on the go. I know maybe 4 stitches? Just enough to pretend I can be fancy or stitch myself into a hole because I forgot what I just did and what I need to do… is definitely not that.

I learned to freehand hats when I was about 10: you just have to make the circle starter, then keep expanding and maintaining and expanding and maintaining until the dome is people-head shaped.

To go back and answer the question, I do prefer crochet.

#starbucks sunday #ask game

[i-am-too-sick]

1,2, 10-16, 21-28, 31-36 for the emeto this or that! (ps murry crimas)

Thanks, J! I hope you had a good Christmas!

1. Stomach flu or food poisoning? I like both, but I write more stomach flu.

2. More focus on nausea or the actual vomiting? Vomiting

10. Throwing up from over eating or throwing up from eating something that doesn’t agree with them? Probably overeating.

11. Food sitting uncomfortably in sickie’s stomach, but it won’t come up or having nothing in their stomach but still frequently bringing up bile? Sitting uncomfortably, but unable to throw up.

12. Throwing up from a having a bad migraine or throwing up from having a bad stomach ache? Migraine.

13. Only being able to throw up a little every couple of hours or getting it all up at once? I like all at once.

14. Humiliated because they threw up in a crowded area or humiliated because they threw up in front of the last person they wanted to see?(ex: crush, enemy, boss) I'm not really one for the humiliation factor, but I guess the crowded area one.

15. Describing nausea as ‘swirling’ or ‘churning’? Already answered!

16. Caretaker rubbing sickie’s stomach to help settle their tummy or pressing on the sickie’s stomach, so they can get it out and over with? Both are fine, but I think I prefer the caretaker pressing a little bit more.

21. Chunky or liquid? Bring on the chunks lol.

22. Can’t make it to the toilet: throw up in the bathtub or sink? Either is fine/no preference.

23. Holding hair their own hair back or someone else holding their hair? Someone else.

24. Coughing up puke or burping it up? I love burpy puking omg.

25. Projectile vomiting that will need to be cleaned up or a more controlled stream that is easily flushed away? Projectile. The messier the better.

26. Drinking Sprite or chewing on ginger to settle nausea? I typically don't utilize either in my writing, but I guess Sprite?

27. Going extremely quite before throwing up or panicking? Going quiet.

28. ‘Upset tummy’ or ‘ sour stomach’? Can I combine them and say 'upset stomach?'

31. Throwing up while showering or throwing up while in bed? In bed.

32. ‘Vomit’ or ‘puke’? Already answered!

33. Sickfic with tons of fluff or angst? Depends on my mood tbh, but I usually end with more fluff.

34. Food sensitive stomach or nerve sensitive tummy? Food sensitive

35. Throwing up after coughing too hard or throwing up from being extremely dizzy? Both...but maybe dizziness just a teensy bit more.

36. A simple “I don’t feel so good” or “I’m going to throw up”? "I don't feel good," especially when said after sickie has already thrown up half their stomach contents lol.

#emetophilia #lickstynine

[sickandvomiting]

A collab with @lickstynine of our characters Jace and Liz in their 50s AU. he did the original drawing, I lined, he colored flats, then I shaded and did the background. Quite proud of this one actually

#my art #friend art #my characters #friend's characters #lickstynine #collab #jace #elizabeth

[feelingsick]

"excuse me, where's the nearest restroom?" And "my friend isn't feeling so well" for Jessy?

((Written with @sicklyfeels))

Even from his place at the other end of the large banquet table, Shinya could tell that Jessime was struggling. The young man’s face had been growing more and more pale as the dinner stretched on, and it was obvious that he was only picking at his meal without really eating any of it. He was still doing his best to smile and keep up with the conversations, but it looked to be a losing battle. Twice Shinya caught him dabbing the sweat from his brow when he thought no one was watching. When Jessime brought a cautious hand to hover over his mouth, Shinya decided it was time to step in.

There was no way to get to him without causing a scene, and the last thing that either of them needed was to draw too much attention to themselves. Thinking fast, Shinya drew his cell phone from his pocket, glancing at it briefly before pushing his chair back.

“Sorry, I’m afraid I need to take this,” he said to the people sitting near him. He stood, walking briskly from the room as he held the phone to his ear. Once he was out of sight from the table, he dropped the nonexistent phone call.

He waited for a minute, then made his way back to the table, still holding the phone. He moved to where Jessy was sitting, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

“I apologize, but I need to borrow Jessime for a moment.”

Jessy turned toward him, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What?”

“This call pertains to you,” Shinya said briskly. “It can’t wait.”

Jessy still looked confused, but he pushed his chair back and stood, following Shinya obediently as they left the room again.

“Who’s on the phone?” Jessy asked once they got into the hall.

“No one,” Shinya replied, giving Jessy a smirk. “It’s a ruse. I can tell that you’re sick, and knew you wouldn’t just excuse yourself.”

“Oh,” Jessy mumbled, a hand straying to rest over his midsection. “Um…thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s find you a restroom or something,” Shinya suggested. “You look like you’re going to be sick any second.”

Jessy nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

Shinya rested a hand on Jessy’s shoulder, leading him down the hall in search of a restroom they could take refuge in for a while. Poor Jessy looked paler by the second, his steps getting more staggered and unsteady as they walked. Thankfully, a waitress was walking by, and Shinya flagged her down.

“Excuse me, where is the nearest restroom?” he asked.

Seeing Jessime, the waitress flashed them both a sympathetic smile. “Down this hall and to the left,” she said. Shinya thanked her, tugging Jessy in that direction.

The restroom came into view as soon as they turned the corner, and Shinya let out a relieved sigh. Unfortunately, as they walked towards it, another man stepped into view and began opening the door.

“Pardon me, sir,” Shinya called out. The man paused, one foot already in the bathroom, and turned to them as they approached. “I’m sorry,” Shinya continued, “but we need this restroom. My friend isn’t feeling well,” he added, gesturing towards Jessy. The man’s eyes widened, and he quickly stepped away with a nod.

“Thank you very much,” Shinya said, helping Jessy into the restroom and hoping the man wasn’t too inconvenienced. Jessy definitely needed the room more.

As soon as the door closed, Jessy took his place in front of the toilet. He crouched on the balls of his feet, one hand pressed into his stomach and the other pushing back his curls.

“I thought I’d be alright,” he muttered. “But these dinners are always so damned /long/.”

Shinya looked down at him sympathetically, hesitating a moment before he knelt down beside him. “Just try to relax. If you can’t make it back to the dinner, we’ll just leave. I’ll walk you to the car, then go back inside with some lie to excuse you.”

Jessy huffed out a sigh, shifting forward to lean over the toilet. “Whatever I’m paying you, it’s not enough.”

Shinya laughed a little, putting a hand on Jessy’s back. “I am very good at my job. Maybe you should give me a raise.”

Jessy opened his mouth to answer, but whatever quip he was about to make was lost as he gave a sudden heave. Shinya frowned, rubbing Jessy’s back comfortingly.

“You’re alright. If you need to throw up, don’t hold it in.”

“It hurts,” Jessy whined, his voice thick. He burped, lurching forward when that turned into another heave. Jessy’s back arched as he heaved a third time, this one managing to bring up a gush of vomit. Shinya continued to rub his back as Jessy coughed, drawing in a quick breath before he brought up another wave.

“You’re okay,” Shinya soothed, reaching a cool hand up to rest on Jessy’s warm forehead. “I’ve got you, Jessy.”

Jessy groaned, leaning into Shinya’s hand. “I don’t think I’m going to make it back to the dinner.”

“That’s okay. I’ll cover for you, and we’ll go back to the hotel so you can rest,” Shinya assured him, letting his hand linger at the small of Jessy’s back. Only for a moment. “...Wait here. I’ll go excuse us, then come back to take you outside.”

Jessy nodded, resting his forearms on the rim of the toilet. “Thank you, Shinya.”

#my writing #sickfic #emeto #vomiting #illness #shinya #jessime #lickstynine

[thedovahcat]

Halfbody commission for @lickstynine with their character Kit!! Thank you so much!!

#dovah commission #dovah draws #lickstynine

[emetoandotherthings]

🌪️🍄for Eden, Jude, Eppie, Aleks, Murray, Zara, and Rowan

Yoo, thank you J! 💙

🌪an event that it would be interesting to see my OC respond to, but which will never happen in canon

Eden - SPOILER ALERT............ Jethro dying Jude - A girl like full on hitting on him and him not getting it at all Eppie - Whooo boy, Peter turning up and telling Eppie that he accepts her Aleks - Honestly, I can’t think of anything which could *never* happen to Aleks... I’m open to many fields of torture.. Murray - Going on a beach holiday Zara - Deciding she wants to keep/raise her baby herself Rowan - Having a horrific fall from a horse and being told she’ll never walk again...

🍄one type of AU that would be interesting to place this OC in

Eden - Coffee shop/Book store owner AU Jude - Harry Potter AU (who wouldn’t want to see Jude at Hogwarts??) Eppie - Come on, a Vampire AU Aleks - One where his mother was still alive Murray - I want him at Hogwarts too! Zara - A royalty AU (come on, that dynamic would totally work - disgruntled Zara having to be prim and proper?) Rowan - Apocafic

#Est replies #ocs #oc asks #thank you! #lovely people are lovely! #Eden #Jude #Eppie #Aleks #Murray #Zara #Rowan #lickstynine

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

I think of whumpy this or thats!

nice thanks! im so happy it’s become a thing that people like :D

#ask thing #lickstynine

[fulltum]

thoughts on emeto? Like what are your favourite tropes? Do you like it coupled with preg stuff (e.g., morning sickness, food sensitivities)? What about with stuffing?

oh god there’s so much to say about this

fave tropes:

- throwing up pure liquid

- drawn out nausea beforehand, feeling their belly gurgle and generally feeling very gross and knowing their stomach just wants it out 

- multiple waves of vomiting

- abruptly throwing up in front of others while trying to present an unflappable exterior

- big fave: trying to tough it out even though they’re horribly sick and their stomach’s super upset and they feel like they’re going to throw up at any moment and can barely even think straight…. and eventually their body wins out

- S T O M A C H  F L U

i enjoy it as morning sickness a lot, both for actual mpreg and all-round ovi. i’m not a huge fan of food sensitivities when coupled with preg but i love vomiting as a result of food sensitivities in general

it’s very iffy with stuffing because most of the time i like the character to suffer it out both for the bellyache part and staying nice and bloated, but if most of it’s already left their stomach and they stay bloated and just puke up a little bit (but not enough to feel better or any less swollen), i’m all about it

#lickstynine

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Art by @lickstynine

Hildur’s due in 6 weeks!  

#hildur gorisdottir #Hildur and Pierce #hildur's pregnancy 2k18 #my ocs #not my art #friend art #lickstynine

[i-am-too-sick]

For the whump tropes: a hot guy in formalwear, but now torn/disheveled because he was in a fight and is now bruised and bloodied

:D

I didn’t know how much I needed hot guy in formalwear until you brought it up lol

#lickstynine

[sicklyfeels]

Which of your OCs is most likely to get stupid drunk and start making embarrassing texts/calls? Who would they contact?

Omg. Probably Florence, honestly. She’s a fun drunk. She’d call and text all of her friends with funny memes and bullshit, and probably call exes just to remind them how awesome she is.

#florence #ask #lickstynine

[lickstynine]

A Disturbance in the Force (of Hormones)

Sickdays 5: Day 4: Illness or Discomfort not Related to Bacteria/Virus

art by @lickstynine, aka Mod J of SickDays

Character: my OC, Siofra

(Sorry this is kinda late, I drew it the other night and then misplaced it without taking a picture of it. Also pardon the iffy anatomy, I couldn’t find a good ref to save my life.)

Siofra always feels rough around a certain time of the month; she hasn’t done much today but just lay around and feel sick. She hasn’t thrown up yet, but she’s spent far too much time lingering in the bathroom, and her stomach still isn’t happy.

#illness #nausea #stomach upset #whump #tw vomit mention #art #sickdays 5 #15 august 2018 #submission #lickstynine #putting it here since its not that good and kinda late #whoops

[feelingsick]

lickstynine replied to your post: I tried gardening and fractured my foot, so...

hOW

To be fair, it's a stress fracture and I get them with some frequency (like once every few years), so it's not like I was doing some Extreme Gardening lol

#lickstynine

[illnesssecretsanta]

Experimenting in the Kitchen, Instead of the Bedroom, Can Sometimes be Good for a Relationship

A present for @emetoandotherthings from @lickstynine

Esther,

I’ve been toiling over the plot of this for all of November, and I’m honestly still horrifically insecure about it. Writing other people’s characters makes me intensely anxious; I’m always afraid I can’t do them justice. Especially in your case - you’re one of the best writers I know, so you set the bar super high for any story about your characters. But I did my very best because you’re my very best friend, so here’s an indulgent little drabble-bordering-on-fic.

Merry Christmas, and remember you’re the Besther,

💕 J

  “Fuck me, it’s bloody freezing outside!” Jude gasped, shoving the front door shut against a gust of wind. His face was flushed from the cold, and his teeth were chattering loudly, but he beamed proudly as he dropped shopping bags onto the ground in the entryway.

Eden stepped out of the kitchen, dusting flour off his hands. “Looks like it. Did you at least get all the stuff for your class Christmas party?”

Jude nodded, discarding his frost-crusted jacket and adding his gloves and scarves to the pile. “Yea! I got plates, napkins, candy, glitter, cardstock, and markers. We’re gonna have the kids make Christmas cards for their parents.”

“I’m sure whatever you do, it’ll be brilliant.” Eden smiled warmly and pressed a kiss onto Jude’s flushed cheek. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving!” The brunette lamented, pouting dramatically as he looked up at Eden. “What have you baked?” He asked, having smelled the rich, sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen.

Eden led his boyfriend to the kitchen, gesturing to the counters filled with cookies and cupcakes. “Everything. I promised I’d bring sweets for everyone in the labs, I wanted to have enough variety…” He left out the part where he’d mostly just been baking as a stress relief. The holiday party at the lab was a nice excuse, but he also needed to blow off steam. Christmas was a stressful time of year, and his anxiety had only been getting worse over the past few days. Luckily, spending the day making sweets had helped him to calm down some, and his boyfriend’s return improved Eden’s mood as well. “I was hoping you’d taste test for me, make sure it all turned out.”

Jude grinned like a child that got a pony for Christmas. All he’d eaten today was a mediocre takeout sandwich nearly seven hours before, and the sight of delicious treats was only amplifying his hunger. He hurried to grab a plate, piling it high with an assortment of cupcakes, cookies, and other baked goods. Sitting down at the table, he started to dig in, his smile only growing at the taste of Eden’s top-notch baking. “It’s good! It’s so good…”

Eden’s cheeks pinkened faintly, and a genuine smile tugged at his lips. He brushed a few loose strands of hair from his face, washing his hands before returning to the bowl of batter on the counter. “I’m actually not done, so I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening.”

“I could eat your baking ‘til I died. I’ll stay up all night if you need it.” Jude enthused, continuing to stuff his face with cookies and brownies. He went after the cupcakes last, sucking them down as fast as he could peel off the wrappers. The sweets were being devoured so quickly, he could barely discern one flavor from another. Though his stomach was growing full, he was still craving the taste of sugar, and Jude didn’t want to let his boyfriend down. He rubbed discreetly at his growing belly, trying to ignore the burbling of his gut as it struggled to digest so many sweets.

Eden appeared at his side, offering an assortment of fresh cookies to taste. “Eat up. I’ve got two more batches of cupcakes baking, then we’ll be done. Is everything good so far?”

Jude nodded, swallowing thickly to get the last remnants of chocolate out of his mouth. “Of course. You’re a great baker.” He grabbed a cookie from the new plate, taking a bite before asking, “What flavours are the last cupcakes?”

“Vanilla and chocolate. Those sets are vegan, I wanted to have options for everyone.”

“Of course.” The thoughtfulness brought a smile to Jude’s face, and he slowed his eating to gaze up at Eden for a moment. Though they had been together a good while now, he would never cease to be pleased by the sight of his boyfriend. The light from the kitchen cast a gold glow on Eden’s curls, and his cheeks had a soft ruddiness from working by the heat of the oven. A sappy grin spread across Jude’s face, and he munched quietly, watching Eden shuffle back into the kitchen to start straightening up, his long, nimble fingers piling dishes into the sink to wash.

Jude grew distracted as his belly turned again. He paused his cookie eating to palm his swollen stomach, which had gone from feeling overfull to downright queasy. Maybe he should lay off the sweets, he thought. But how could he disappoint Eden? There were still more cookies on the plate, and cupcakes in the oven. If Jude didn’t eat them, poor insecure Eden would assume they were bad. Jude couldn’t let down his boyfriend like that. Swallowing the nauseous gurgle rising in his throat, he picked up the half-eaten cookie from his plate, finishing it and forcing himself to bite into the next one.

By the time Eden returned with cupcakes, Jude was miserably nauseous. He’d just forced down the last cookie a moment ago, and the idea of putting any more food in his stomach made his belly groan in protest. Forcing a smile, he murmured a quick thanks, squeezing Eden’s hand before the blond left to finish cleaning the kitchen.

Peeling at the cupcake wrappers, Jude wondered if there was anyway he could hide the two cakes in his napkin. The gurgling in his belly was only growing angrier, and it took all his willpower to bring the vanilla cupcake up to his lips. Overpowered by the sugary rush of frosting, Jude gagged, dropping the cupcake to clamp a hand over his mouth. His stomach lurched, threatening to send a wave of sick all over the table, and he barely swallowed it down. Scrambling to his feet, Jude bolted to the bathroom, ignoring the concerned voice of Eden behind him.

“Jude? Are you alright?” Eden stuck his head into the bathroom just in time to hear a noisy retch. Jude was slouched over the toilet, gagging and belching as his stomach expelled wave after wave of sugary vomit. Cringing sympathetically, Eden hurried over, kneeling down to rub his boyfriend’s back.

Jude moaned in discomfort, leaning back against Eden during a brief reprieve. “Ede? I don’t think I can finish the sweets.”

“Oh honey, of course not.” A wave of guilt washed over Eden as he came to a realization. “You didn’t have to eat all that…”

“I wanted to try it all.” Jude mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Eden’s neck. “You asked me to.”

Guilt hung heavy in Eden’s voice. “I’m sorry, Jude. I really am. I didn’t mean to make you feel pressured.” he held his boyfriend close, brushing Jude’s sweat-soaked fringe from his forehead.

“It’s not your - urp!” Jude pulled away, leaning back over the toilet bowl as a queasy belch brought up more sick. Eden kept an arm around him for support, rubbing Jude’s back with his other hand.

“That’s it, get it up.” Eden coaxed, “You’ll feel better when you’re done.”

Jude continued to puke for several minutes, heaving weakly as his stomach forced up the last of its contents. Eden’s fingers traced gently up and down Jude’s spine, and he waited patiently to ensure his boyfriend was done vomiting. When Jude finally settled, Eden grabbed a square of toilet paper, wiping Jude’s mouth and flushing the toilet.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” He murmured, helping the shaky brunette to his feet. They shuffled slowly down the hall, and once in their room, Eden eased Jude into bed. “I’m going to get some water, okay, sweetie?”

“Mmhm…” Jude nodded, gingerly curling up on his side, lifting his shirt to nurse his aching belly. He looked up as Eden returned, smiling weakly as his boyfriend crawled into bed with him.

“Slow sips.” Eden instructed, holding a water bottle to Jude’s lips. Once he had coaxed a bit of water into his boyfriend, he set the bottle aside, cozying up with Jude. “Would you like me to rub your belly?”

Jude’s eyes fluttered open, wide and delighted as he gazed at Eden. “Yes, please!” He rolled onto his back to expose his aching stomach, still slightly bloated from his foolish overstuffing.

Eden rested a hand against the warm, sensitive flesh, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. Sighing contently, Jude closed his eyes, relaxing as the turmoil in his belly started to fade. He yawned softly, pressing closer to Eden as he started to doze off. Eden smiled, kissing Jude’s forehead before murmuring a quiet goodnight. Though he still felt guilty for making Jude ill, Eden couldn’t help but feel flattered by tonight’s events. Jude cared more about Eden’s feelings than his own health and comfort. Though he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it, Eden was immensely grateful to have such a good boyfriend.

#Lickstynine #emetoandotherthings #gift #submission