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a blessed fancam.

anonymous asked:

(From the ABCs) Q & V for Yuri Plisetsky? I'm a craving bitch for some sick Yurio.

Q-queasy, V-vomit. No worries, I feel you. Enjoy!

“Oh god,” Yuri gasps, clamping a hand over his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut. The expression on his face is a mixture of queasy and anguished.

“Are you alright, Yura?” Otabek asks, rubbing comforting circles between Yuri’s shoulder blades. His only answer is a deep, wet belch.

Minami peers anxiously over Otabek’s shoulder. “I’m guessing that the teacups were a bad idea,” he says guiltily, twisting his hands together.

“You think?” Yuri asks sarcastically, before he’s cut off with another, deeper burp. He makes a choking noise, trying to swallow it back, before lurching forward and decorating the asphalt of the amusement park with vomit. Otabek and Minami wince in sympathy as Yuri continues to retch.

“They’re not going to like us here very much after this,” Minami says in a small voice. He pats Yuri’s back comfortingly as he continues to gag and spit up bile and stomach acid.

“That’s not important,” Otabek reassures him. When Yuri’s dry heaving tapers off, Otabek slings an arm around his shoulders and steers him towards the exit. “Come on, Yura, let’s go home.

Destination

for @hastalalaterkeith7152 another drabble from the prompt ask list!!! motion sickness with a side of klance XD

warning for emeto I guess :P


“Lance, can we please turn the music down? Just a little?”

“Keith. Keith. One does not just ‘turn down’ the music when you’re on a road trip. Plus, I’m the driver, I get full control of the music. It’s a road trip rule, come on. You should know these things.”

Keith sighed. “Sorry,” he muttered sarcastically. 

“Grouchy pants,” Lance teased, reaching over to give Keith’s hand a squeeze. He did turn the music down a little, still humming along. 

Keith enjoyed road trips. It was one of the many things he enjoyed doing with Lance as a couple. And to say he had been looking forward to this particular road trip was an understatement. They’d been planning for a month, a weekend of camping and exploring and relaxing. Keith really liked camping. He liked the outdoors, the peace and quiet. Though, with Lance around, it might not be as peaceful and quiet as initially expected. Not that Keith minded.

At least, he hadn’t planned on minding. But as the hours spent in the car dragged on, driving through winding backroads riddled with car-crippling potholes and bumps and ruts, with Carly Rae Swift or whatever the heck Lance was blaring through the speakers now, Keith became more and more weary. He tried looking out the window to pass time, but the trees just blurred by and he couldn’t seem to get his eyes to focus on them. Dizzy now, he closed his eyes and leaned back in the passenger seat, shifting restlessly. He couldn’t get comfortable, he was sweating and no amount of air conditioning would help, it only made him sticky and cold. When he finally did manage to get settled, he was sent for a jolt by yet another dip in the road. He felt more than odd, he felt sick. He’d been fine when they left home, so why now did he feel like there was a wet ball of yarn lodged in his stomach, trying to press its way out?

When they finally pulled out of the trees and onto a barren freeway, Keith was relieved. No more bumps. Hopefully no more nausea. He stared through the windshield at the road ahead, flat, straight, stretching for what looked to be miles. White line on one side, dotted yellow on the other, zooming by, never ending, never slowing…his eyes become transfixed on the road, the lines, the mottled dark color of the pavement that rushed underneath the car’s wheels and disappeared behind them…

He rubbed at his eyes roughly. The queasiness inside him still hadn’t left.  Fresh air, maybe that would help. Keith rolled down the window and leaned his head to the side, breathing in deep gulps of air, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He could feel things going downhill, and it wasn’t because of the decline in the road.

“When’s our next stop?” he asked, glancing over at Lance, willing his breakfast to stay where it belonged.

Lance shrugged. “I don’t know, like five minutes, maybe? There should be a gas station up ahead. Why, is everything okay?”

He must have looked over at Keith to be concerned like that. Keith knew he was probably white as a sheet, every once of blood in his body felt like it had been pumped at his digestive tract. “I just…really need to use the bathroom,” he said. Five minutes. He could wait five minutes, couldn’t he?

No he could not.

“Lance, can we pull over?”

“Um, not really? We’re going down a hill, I’m not supposed to pull over on a hill.”

“Too bad. You need to.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Lance, stop the car.

No sooner had the wheels hit the dirt than Keith was yanking open the passenger door and stumbling out. He hit the ground on his knees, doubled up and retching, breakfast unceremoniously collecting in a miserable puddle on the side of the highway.

“Oh,” Lance said softly. “That’s why.”

Keith curled in on himself, wiping at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. “Lance,” he called hoarsely.

The sound of a car door shutting rang through the air, then there were footsteps in the dirt next to him, and a gentle hand rubbing up and down his back.

“Easy,” Lance murmured, “it’s alright.” He took Keith in his arms, holding him until he wasn’t shaking so hard. “I didn’t know you got carsick.”

“Me neither. I don’t usually.”

“Let’s get you back in the car, okay? Gas station isn’t far, we’ll stop there and get you cleaned up. And we’ll rest until you’re feeling better.”

“Okay.” Keith clung to Lance as he helped him get up. He decided that it didn’t really matter where they were, where they were going, or how long they’d planned. Heck, it didn’t even matter whether they made it to their destination or not. Keith was already at his, here with Lance. He didn’t care where he was, as long as Lance was with him. 

wiseinnerwhispers  asked:

I need more Edi and Nik! Theyre actual gold! Okay. How about this: setting - boat, illness - seasick /AND/ (because Im horribly cruel) food poisoning. Maybe one of them is super seasick and then once their stomach settles a bit the other gets them to eat something (even if its just so they arent dry heaving anymore) and it turns out that that was a very bad idea. I don't know if this would actually work for them since I'm not sure if either boy gets seasick but if not that's totally fine!

*TW for eating disorder mentions*

As usual where Edi is concerned, there are mentions of an eating disorder in this fic (anorexia), so if you know you get triggered by that kind of stuff, please keep yourself safe and don’t read. My intention here is not to offend or upset or trigger anyone, and I have suffered with an ED myself so I just want y’all to be safe and happy <3

Also a warning for a small amount of scat, mostly because I wanted a clear difference between Edi being ill with travel sickness, and then food poisoning.

OMG thank you so much! I’m so pleased my new boys have gotten such a good reception! Edi is my little smol bean, bless him. This sounds exactly like something that would happen to him, since he has such a weak stomach, so enjoy a bit of self-indulgent Edi torturing!

*

It was a little after half an hour spent on the ferry that Nik began to notice Edi nuzzling in much closer to him than he normally would, especially since they were in full view of everyone around them. The small ginger boy was being even more clingy than usual, whining in an adorable little high pitched squeak if Nik so much shifted or moved his hand from stroking Edi’s hair for just a second.

Nik was sitting on one of the sofas where they could look out of the big windows on the side of the ship, and Edi was sitting beside him. However he wasn’t exactly sitting anymore, he was half sprawled in Nik’s lap, leaning into him dependently with his head resting on his chest. Nik was still  absent-mindedly caressing the small boys ginger curls, unsure if he was upset or something, when he noticed something unusual. Edi’s eyes were closed. It was unlikely he’d fallen asleep- being on moving transport was about the only time Edi couldn’t sleep, and besides, his eyes seemed closed in discomfort more than anything else. Nik frowned.

His face was paler too, his freckles barely visible. This was a major warning sign that something wasn’t right.

Just when Nik was about to ask Edi if he was ok, Edi lurched forward with a sickly sounding burp, breathy and acidic. Edi groaned and slapped a hand over his mouth, shutting his eyes and whimpering softly as his other hand found it’s way to rest on his stomach.

“Shit” Nik exclaimed, hastily fumbling in his bag for one of Edi’s sick bags, which he always carried with him for occasions just like this. He knew something wasn’t right. Of course, Edi had been getting so clingy because his tummy was bothering him and he wasn’t feeling well, but he had been too embarrassed to say anything. Really, you’d think being a nurse would give him more sense to get himself somewhere to be sick, or at least tell Nik so he could help him, but that just goes to show how embarrassed poor Edi gets when he’s ill.

As soon as Nik had opened the sick bag and held it under his chin, Edi was sick into it. Nik was surprised that Edi had so much in his stomach to throw up, considering he really hadn’t had a lot to eat for the last few days. The recovery meal plan had been going ok until Nik had caught him chewing and spitting food into an opaque plastic cup at the table, so it turned out most of the 1,200 calories Edi was supposedly eating a day, weren’t actually ending up in his body at all. Now they were back to square one, with Edi on a mere 600kcal a day to build him back up to larger amounts, although he quite often struggled just to get to 600.

A thick gurgling heave had Edi emptying the rest of his stomach contents into the small bag. He retched a few times, gagging up a few smaller streams and moaning in pain and humiliation. When he seemed to be done, Nik quickly sealed and disposed of the soiled bag, before producing a tissue to gently wipe the sad string of saliva stuck to Edi’s chin. The sick boy was sitting with his eyes closed, with both hands wrapped around his tummy. Nik pulled out another clean bag and placed it on Edi’s lap, just to be prepared.

“I’m guessing your tummy doesn’t agree with the movement of the boat, huh?” Nik said softly, rubbing Edi’s back reassuringly. The thought alone of the rocking boat had Edi gagging in his mouth unexpectedly, his cheeks bulging. He hunched forward and screwed up his eyes tighter, but didn’t have the presence of mind to open the bag, so Nik had to do it for him, holding it patiently under his chin as Edi got sick again.

“Hueerrrrggglllhh” he unexpectedly brought up another thick gush of vomit which took both him and Nik by surprise.

“Oh Edi…” Nik murmured comfortingly, throwing the second bag away and allowing an exhausted Edi to snuggle into him. He was blushing deeply in embarrassment, before hiccuping queasily.

“I’m sorry…” He sobbed. Nik stroked his sweaty curls.

“It’s alright, you couldn’t help it.” He soothed. There was no point telling Edi to give him some warning that he was feeling nauseous next time, he knew Edi wouldn’t.

“I don’t feel good…” Edi whined and Nik held him closer.

“I know, I know…Do you want some water?”

Edi shook his head miserably and groaned. “Feel too sick…”

“It might help you feel better? Come on, just a small sip…”

Edi grimaced as Nik raised the plastic bottle to his lips, but obliged nonetheless. Afterwards, Nik gently helped him lay down in his lap and resumed stroking his hair.

For a while, it seemed that Edi was so exhausted from feeling so poorly that he actually went to sleep, but when he suddenly awoke with a breathy burp, accompanied by a low guttural moan, Nik could tell what was coming.

“Hurrrrkkk! Hurrrrlllllkkk…” Edi heaved miserably, the awful retches wracking his tiny frail frame. He managed to get up a few thin trickles of sick which dripped patheticallly into the bag, but apart from that, most of it was horrible, unrelentless dry heaving. The poor boy was making so much noise that fellow passengers kept looking over in concern. One lady even approached Nik, who was busy holding a shaking Edi upright as he heaved, rubbing his back slowly, and gave him some seasick bands, and some tablets.
“Thank you…” Nik smiled gratefully. He wasn’t sure the tablets were gonna stay down, but it was a nice thought. He’d never seen anyone get quite so sick from a boat before, but then, this was Edi- he should have guessed.

“Shh.. shh…” Nik soothed Edi as he retched loudly again, starting to cry. “It’s ok, you’re alright.” He rocked the sick boy gently, and eventually Edi managed to calm down enough for Nik to dispose of the bag and lay him back down in his lap.

A passing crew member walked past and quickly saw the situation- a small pale and sickly looking boy spread out over his boyfriend with a hand holding his tummy and a sick bag in the other. She walked off and returned with a bucket.

“Here you go darling…” She whispered gently to Edi. “I know it’s not nice being sick into a bag. Can I get you some water or anything?” She turned to Nik, as Edi had his eyes shut as the boat went over another wave. He whimpered slightly and Nik frowned and looked down at him in concern.

“No thanks…” He smiled sadly. “ I don’t think poor Edi’s feeling up to water at the moment…” He grimaced. “Thanks though.”

“No problem honey, just give one of us a shout if you need anything.”

*
The next hour on the ferry passed in very much the same fashion- Edi throwing up and retching for about 10 minutes, then falling asleep before feeling progressively worse until he ended up getting sick again about 5 minutes later. The poor thing was an absolute wreck, his tummy was sore and his voice was hoarse. His cheeks were tear stained, and as he curled up into Nik for the 5th time, still clutching his tummy, he whimpered miserably as the boat rocked and swayed.

Eventually Nik managed to coax him into drinking small sips of water. He picked up Edi’s small delicate hands in his own and tenderly slipped the seasick bracelets into place. They actually seemed to help slightly- Edi was still being sick every so often, throwing up the tiny amounts of water he’d managed to put in his stomach, but he was feeling less nauseous then he was an hour ago.

“Do you think you’re ready to try taking this travel sick tablet yet?” Nik asked him gently as Edi moaned and squirmed restlessly. He hadn’t been interrupted by another bout of dry heaving in about 15 minutes, but he wasn’t particularly feeling any better for it. He was fed up and feeling utterly miserable. He just wanted it to end- he couldn’t wait to get off this awful boat.

“Might as well…” Edi muttered grouchily, turning over and sitting up slightly. He massaged his aching stomach with a look of discontent of his face. “It can’t exactly do any harm… I’m probably gonna puke again soon anyway…” He pouted. He took the tablet and Nik smiled reassuringly at him.

“Well hopefully the tablet might help your tummy feel a bit better.” He said positively, but Edi looked doubtful.

“I think I’m gonna be sick…” Edi grate out in a thick, strained voice. He sat very still, hand over his mouth, the other wrapped firmly around his abdomen.

“You’re ok, just take deep breaths… There’s hardly anything inside you to throw up, and if you can keep those tablets down it’ll make you feel better…”

Edi panted nauseously, and gagged. Nik drew the bucket closer in preparation but remarkedly Edi managed to keep it down.

After a few tense moments of silence, a small voice piped up.

“Can I have a cuddle now?”

Nik laughed. “Of course you can darling, well done.” He said gently before pulling Edi into a hug.

*
Edi soon nodded off to sleep, and Nik absentmindedly started massaging his poorly stomach. Edi moaned in appreciation, still half asleep, otherwise he wouldn’t be letting Nik touch his tummy, especially when it was all gurgly and gross when he got sick.

*
Edi awoke later, and immediately felt the benefit of the tablets. Amazed they had worked, he snuggled into Nik and took hold of his hand, planting a gentle kiss on it.

“How’re you feeling, sweetie?” Nik asked him.

“Empty and sore, but better. I don’t feel so sick…” Edi said shakily and Nik smiled.

“Well it’s lunchtime. I’m gonna go and get a sandwich or something. Do you want anything?”

Edi immediately shook his head, his automatic response when asked if he wanted food. Nik sighed.

“600 Edi…” He reminded the smaller boy. “I know you’re not feeling great, but you need to at least eat something. Anything you want.”

“I still feel icky…” Edi moaned quietly. “I still feel a bit sick. I don’t wanna puke again.”

“Honestly, it will do you good. You haven’t had hardly anything to eat for 3 days now, you need to have something in your stomach, even if means you’re not dry heaving anymore. If you’re sick again, you’re sick again, but personally I think having something small to eat might help settle your stomach a little.

“Ok…” Edi sighed. “Can I come and choose?” He said, not wanting to be left alone.

“Are you feeling up to it?” Nik asked in concern. Edi had some of his colour back, but he was still quite pale.

“I’m alright…” Edi assured him, rising to his feet a little too fast. He stumbled and Nik grabbed him around the waist to steady him.

“You’re a stubborn little bean.” He laughed kindly, and supported Edi’s weak body as they walked off slowly to find a shop.

*

They came back to their seats 10 minutes later- Nik with a protein shake and and a KFC banquet box, and Edi with a chicken salad sandwich and a bottle of water. The sandwich was one of those reduced fat ones, which is what had drawn his eye to it, along with the fact that he could easily pick out the salad and eat that and nothing else. And if the worst really came to it, he really did like chicken too, even if he rarely allowed himself to eat it.

Nik sat and tucked into his greasy chicken thighs, and part of Edi was jealous. Once upon a time, he would of been able to sit here and munch on the succulent chicken and salty chips with Nik. It’s not that he didn’t want to. It’s that he couldn’t. As much as it was making his mouth water just smelling it, he knew at the end of the day there would be no way he would ever be able to eat one…they just contain too much fat, too many calories. He just couldn’t-

“Edi?” Nik prompted him, looking expectantly at the sandwich sat in Edi’s lap. Edi sighed and pulled off the plastic wrapper, grimacing when his hands came into contact with a layer of slimy mayonnaise.

Shit. He hadn’t realised it had mayonnaise in… that’s got to be another 98kcal at least…

His brain went into overdrive mode as he fervently checked the nutrition information on the packet again. Nik watched him with an eyebrow raised.

“Edi, you’ve just spent the last two hours throwing up what little you’ve actually eaten this week- I’m sure you can make allowances for one sandwich.” He said gently. Edi sighed.

He pulled the sandwich apart slowly, inspecting it as if something untoward was about to jump out of it at him. He took off the top layer of bread, and picked up a piece of lettuce, wiping the mayonnaise off on a serviette with a look of disgust.

He chewed on the lettuce innocently until Nik looked over and noticed what he was doing.

“Edi, it’s a sandwich. You’re supposed to pick it up and eat it, not pull it to shreds.”

“But bread…  carbs…” Edi muttered, more to himself than anything. He looked up at Nik with round but frightened puppy eyes.

“Mayonnaise…”

Nik laughed kindly. “I know you don’t want it, but please try and eat some of the bread at least. You could do with something solid in your stomach. And if you really don’t want the mayonnaise you can wipe it off on the serviette if you must.”

Edi quickly took advantage of this, and wiped all the mayonnaise off the sandwich. He pulled off a piece of bread and took a few small bites of it. He then picked up some chicken and ate that. He hadn’t eaten chicken in so long. It tasted good.

He ate all of the chicken and the salad, and about half a slice of bread. Nik eventually encouraged him to finish the slice of bread, but by the end, Edi felt uncomfortably full.

Nik frowned when he told him this. Yes, Edi had a much smaller stomach than most people, but this was a record even for him. But then again, it was probably just because he wasn’t very hungry because of how sick he’d just been.

After eating, they settled back down into a cuddle again, with Edi laid comfortably in Nik’s lap. He still felt unpleasantly full, and he didn’t like the feeling one bit. He tried to inconspicuously rub at his stomach under his top, hoping Nik wouldn’t see.

Nik did notice, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to upset Edi, but he could quite clearly see that the younger man still wasn’t feeling very well. Maybe he shouldn’t of persuaded him to eat so much- now it seemed like his stomach was really bothering him.

However despite his concerns, Edi soon feel asleep. Nik let out a subconscious sigh of relief- maybe getting him to eat wasn’t such a bad idea after all, it seemed to have made him sleepy and relaxed anyway. Content that Edi was ok, Nik let himself nod off too.

*

“Heeuurrrlgggghh!” The first thing Edi was aware of when he suddenly awoke, it that he’d just been terribly sick all over himself and Nik’s lap. The second thing, is that he knew he wasn’t done.

“Heurrrrlllkk!” Hhheeurrlllghh…” A huge gush of vomit spattered all down his t shirt before he could even move. He felt absolutely awful- his stomach was tearing itself to shreds inside him and he felt unbearably nauseous.

Nik awoke to a sudden loud noise and the sensation of warm chunky liquid soaking through his top. He jerked awake and his heart fell when he quickly surveyed the scene.

“Edi? Oh god, Edi! Baby, it’s alright, you’re ok…” Nik soothed him as he wrapped his arm around the small shaking boy. Edi had been sick all down himself, and was still gagging and holding his stomach in pain. He was crying and trembling as he retched again bringing up a smaller wave.

“It- it hurts…” He cried, as Nik tried to ease him off his lap so he could reach the bucket.

“Heeurrrhh, heurrlllggh!” Edi sobbed as he was sick again, thankfully into the bucket this time.

“Oh god Edi… you’re so sick…” Nik fretted. Everything he had persuaded Edi to eat had made a vile appearance into the bucket and also a significant amount over Edi himself. He heaved again as another chunky undigested mess of sandwich splashed into the bucket.
Nik was still trying to work out what to do. This wasn’t normal…

“My stomach- it feels so bad…” Edi sobbed. He doubled over with another empty retch as another wave of cramps ripped through his system. “Ohh- oh god… I need the toilet!” He squeaked in alarm.

“It’s ok, we can stay here, I’ll get someone to bring us some wipes and another bucket…”

“No…” Edi shook his head quickly, shuddering through nausea. “Ohhh…” He stood up and started to walk unsteadily toward the bathroom, still almost bent double, clutching his stomach. He had to stop after a few steps to shut his eyes and moan, swallowing thickly.

“Oh god…” Nik muttered, running to help him. He now understood what Edi meant…

In the end Nik scooped him up, an easy feat for someone less than half his size. He carried Edi to the toilet, walking briskly. All the while, Edi retched and sobbed, folding in on himself as cramped wreaked havoc with his now very poorly stomach. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this awful in his life.

They got a few, ok a lot, of worried glances as Nik ran down the corridoor holding a whimpering and sick splattered boy in his arms. Sick like this, Nik imagined that Edi looked a lot younger than he actually was, especially combined with his much smaller than average frame. He probably looked like a frail trembling child held tenderly in his arms.

The same crew attendant lady saw the state they were in and quickly pulled Nik to the side.

“Here…” She said, thrusting a radar key at him. “You can use the disabled toilet.” Nik thanked her gratefully, but she frowned. “Is your son ok? He looks quite ill… this doesn’t look like seasickness anymore…”

“I don’t know…” Nik fretted. “He just woke up, and was so sick…” He paused. “Wait- he’s not my son, he’s my boyfriend!”

This made the lady look even more concerned, but before she could say anything else, Edi moaned sickly in Nik’s arms.

*

“Ok, ok buddy, there you go…” Nik soothed him, setting Edi down on the toilet and locking the door of the disabled bathroom behind them.

“Please leave…” Edi sobbed, holding his stomach as he sat, still fully clothed on the toilet lid.

“Darling, it’s ok. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, you’re really poorly darling…”

“Please…” Edi cried out as another cramp hit his stomach. He didn’t have long, and Nik wasn’t budging.

“Please just face the other way then…” He whimpered breathlessly, and Nik obliged reluctantly, hating that Edi wouldn’t even let him help him.

A few moments passed before Nik heard Edi get violently ill into the toilet. Nik shuddered at the sound, and longed to turn around and comfort the poor man, but knew he couldn’t.

For a few seconds the room was completely silent apart from Edi whimpering as his stomach gurgled sickenly. Then-

“P- please-could you help me?…I think- I think I’m going to be sick…” Edi said, his voice shaky with tears.

Nik immediately rushed to his side, picking up the waste paper bin and putting it on Edi’s lap. He held it there whilst Edi got sick again, and rubbed his back. When he’d finished, Edi hung over the bowl panting nauseously, and Nik held him tight, not caring about how sweaty his boyfriend was, or the fact that he was covered in puke and the whole room just smelt absolutely awful. His poor boyfriend was sick and that was all that mattered.

“Will you be ok here for a moment?” Nik asked him, an idea quickly forming in his mind. Edi nodded forlornly. He didn’t want Nik to leave him, but then again, he couldn’t blame him. A few minutes ago, Edi had begged to be alone. Now he just wanted to be cuddled and told everything was going to be ok- he felt so unwell.

Without saying anything else, Nik sprinted from the room.

*

“Heeuurghhhh! Heurrrllkk!” Edi was still retching miserably when Nik came back. He had a big bag in his arms, containing a towel, a blanket, 2 packets of baby wipes and a load of clean clothes. He’d ran all the way down 7 flights of stairs and back to their car and was panting hard.

He didn’t expect Edi to still be getting sick. He dropped to his knees beside him.

“There there…” He soothed, feeling a bit awkward but knowing that Edi loved to be comforted. “It’s gonna be ok. Now, do you think you’re finished on the toilet for now?”

Edi nodded sadly. He still felt horrendously sick more than anything. He cleaned himself up while Nik pulled out some clean clothes from the bag. Edi almost cried at the welcoming sight of them.

*

15 exhausting minutes and a lot of baby wipes later, Edi and Nik were both clean and dry, in fresh clothes. There was a clean bucket in front of their seat, and Edi was wrapped in a blanket huddled up in Nik’s lap. He still felt awful, but at least he was clean and dry, and as comfortable as he was going to get.

He was shivering, but at least he wasn’t crying. He moaned restlessly, letting Nik massage his tummy.

“I think it might of been the chicken…” Nik said quietly. Edi grimaced and blanched whiter at the thought. He buried his face into Nik’s jumper.

“Some start to our holiday…”

anonymous asked:

**Otabek soothing a carsick yurio. Yurio throwing up in a bag? Both of them are in the backseat. Viktor drives and yuuri is in the front seat. (Fic request!)

Thank you for sending me a request! I decided to make Yuri emetophobic in this one as well, because I’ve seen a lot of carsick Yurio fics and I want to make mine a little different. Anyway, I write Yuuri K. as Yuuri and Yuri P. as Yuri. Enjoy!

When Yuri is being quiet, it’s usually not a good sign. The only times Yuri stops talking is when he’s not feeling well or if he’s plotting something. Even when he’s exhausted and falling asleep, Yuri will still insist on talking until he can’t anymore. Given that they’re currently squeezed into the car with Victor and Yuuri, Otabek can be reasonably sure that Yuri isn’t planning anything. So that leaves the first option.

“Are you doing okay, Yuri?” Otabek asks.

Yuri just nods tightly, then winces slightly as if the motion hurts his head. He’s slumped against the door, his face pressed to the glass.

Otabek isn’t fully convinced, but decides to leave Yuri alone for now. They make it a few more miles before Yuri breaks the quiet in the car. “Can we stop somewhere and get out of the car for a bit?” he asks, voice tight.

“I’m afraid that there isn’t anywhere we can stop for the next 30 kilometers,” Victor says from the driver’s seat.

“Is something wrong, Yurio?” Yuuri asks, turning around in the passenger seat to glance back at the teenager.

“Nothing’s wrong!” Yuri snaps instantly. “I’m just bored of sitting here.”

Yuuri doesn’t seem convinced. “Are you sure? You look a little pale.”

“I said I’m fine!” Yuri insists. Yuuri lets the matter drop, and awkward silence fills the car. Yuri seems to grow more uncomfortable by the minute, if his increased fidgeting is any indication. His face has taken on a greenish tinge, and Otabek notices that he’s muffling little hiccups every few seconds. It’s obvious that Yuri is feeling really sick.

Still, Yuri is always the stubborn soldier, and it’s not until the hiccups have turned into wet burps that he finally speaks up again. “Can we pull over soon?” he asks, his voice strained. “Please?”

Everyone is startled by Yuri saying please; it’s a sign that something is very wrong. “There’s nowhere to pull over here,” Victor says nervously.

“If you need to throw up, I have a bag here that you can use,” Yuuri offers, his face creased with a worried frown.

“I don’t need to throw up!” Yuri says harshly, before a deeper, wetter burp forces him to clamp a hand over his mouth. Yuuri and Otabek exchange a glance, then Yuuri passes the bag back to Otabek.

“You’ll feel better if you can throw up,” Otabek says gently, placing the bag in Yuri’s lap.

“I don’t want to throw up,” Yuri says, shooting him a desperate look. “I hate throwing up.”

Otabek is about to try to soothe him, but before he can, Yuri makes a hasty grab for the bag and lurches forward with a heave. It’s unproductive, and Yuri miserably spits out nothing but saliva. Otabek reaches over to rub Yuri’s back as he retches again. This time he brings up a wave of vomit, before whimpering and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Are you feeling any better, Yuri?” Otabek asks. In response, Yuri just gags again and more vomit splashes into the bag on his lap.

“No,” he croaks out when he finally manages to catch his breath. He’s trembling all over, his face so pale it looks gray. “That was horrible, and my stomach still hurts.”

Gently, Otabek nudges Yuri’s head until it’s resting on his shoulder, and runs his fingers through his blonde hair. Yuri doesn’t protest, just sighs and relaxes into the touch. “Get some rest, soldier,” Otabek murmurs to him. “You did well.”

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[[ This is probably late af but - I’ve been noticing some amount of anon hate going around and here are a few reminders for some of you:

-Artists do not have to make content. This means a few things, such as the fact that anyone who makes a character blog like this one do so of their own free will and absolutely do not have to conform to anyone else’s needs when making art, writing, music, or whatever else (as long as triggering material is tagged properly). 
-We do this for fun. FOR FUN. We don’t get paid to do this. (see the first bullet point) Because we don’t get paid to do any of this, no one can tell us how we’re supposed to make our content. Got that? No one. If you want content tailored to your needs, pay an artist to do it and then you can give them instructions. I’m sure they’d be happy to do it for someone paying them to. 
-Making content can be hard. Especially trying to make content consistently. Doing so can be tiring and time consuming. Putting effort into making content at top capacity is especially so - and I applaud those that do. For some of us, making art that’s a little more on the “doodle” or “sketch” side is what allows us to be able to make MORE content QUICKER. 
-If you really, really want to see consistent content being made at top capacity because you aren’t happy with what might be someone else’s doodles, then DO IT YOURSELF. No one is stopping you.

-And, most importantly, do not (i repeat, DO NOT) decide to be “that guy” and go to an artist and tell them that their art sucks, that their character sucks, or that you don’t like them. Just don’t? If you feel that way, the simplest solution is to unfollow them. It’s not even hard, just click a button. Boom. That blog is gone. You don’t have to see their content anymore. It is literally that easy. You could even block them if you’re that bothered by a person.
-Just don’t be an asshole, my dudes. Have some common sense. ]]