#seasick

[corromon]

She is easily bought but the price is non-negociable.

And a bonus dance.

#art #digital art #corros art #anthro #furry #oc #monster girl #carol #seal #merfolk #seasick

[the-duchess-of-domination]

not to be gross but the idea of a boy looking so groggy and listless and pale-faced and sweaty. you can just tell by looking at him that he doesn’t feel good. you see his already chubby stomach. it’s gotten a bit swollen over the waistband of his flannel pajama bottoms, and you swear you hear it occasionally swirling with bubbles and churns, and awful, sick gurgling, but you don’t mention it so as to not embarrass him. he’s got messy hair and dark rings under his eyes. his stomach was bothering him all night. then he holds a curled fist to his mouth and either stifles a burp or feels himself about to get sick. his cheeks puff and he stumbles off to go throw up behind a bush or over a fence or something. it just drives me crazy, following him to make sure he’s okay, rubbing his arched back, hearing him retch and groan

—anyway

#belly gurgling #seasick #tummy ache #belly ache #sickfic #emeto kink #emeto #emetophilia #gassy #sick #vomiting #stomach gurgling #gurgling tummy #gurgling belly #fantasies from the duchess 👑

[sickandvomiting]

Guess who has a new brainrot? (It’s me, I have a new brainrot.)

I just HAD to draw this scene from a YouTube video, especially after @illnessandinjury and I figured out we were in this shit together haha

#emetophilia #illness #emeto #my art #vomit art #emeto art #vomiting #seasick #motion sickness #illumivomi #this man has my brain in a vice grip. little bastard

[libraryofva]

Recent Acquisition - Postcard Collection

"Has the moon come up yet, Herbert?" "Nay, nay, Mary; surely I didn't swallow that!"

#vintage #postcard #humor #seasick #ship #cruise #sick

[aceofwhump]

Around the World in 80 Days 1x01

#whumpedit #whump #emeto tw #around the world in 80 days #atwi80d #david tennant #phileas fogg #emeto #vomiting #seasick #my gifs #mod post

[emetoandotherthings]

Sailing Soc

A/N: @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak you wanted Cain... here's Cain! ❤️

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         “Sailing?” Cain put his mug down on the counter and stared at Damian as though he’d grown an extra head. “Are you serious?”

         “Yeah,” Damian said; Cain searched his face as though he was waiting for him to say ‘only joking’.

         When he didn’t, Cain repeated: “Sailing?”

         “Well, yeah,” Damian was nodding. “I saw some sign up sheets for trials with the sailing soc, I thought – why not?” At the table beside them, Jesse snorted so hard he nearly choked on his cereal.

         “Sailing soc?” Jesse spluttered, wiping his mouth. “Oh my god, it’s finally happened.”

         “What?” Damian looked non-plussed as Cain and Jesse exchanging a glance.

         “All those toffs rubbing off on you,” Cain chuckled, then put on a posh accent. “Oh yah, we’re going on the yacht for a jaunt!”

         “Oh shut up!” Damian shoved Cain’s shoulder playfully. “No, I just thought it’d be something different, something outside! God knows you’ve had your head stuck in a book these past few weeks.”

         “You’re one to talk!” It was Cain’s turn to snort this time.

         “Come on,” Damian implored, staring pointedly at Cain. “It’s one afternoon, one taster session – some fresh air, the water, it’ll be fun!”

         “Oh alright,” Cain conceded. “Seeing as you’ve already signed me up!” Damian grinned.

         Cain still didn’t quite know why he agreed to this as he stood on the boardwalk with Damian and 5 others. He was doing it for Damian, who looked buoyantly excited. One of the guys, Isaac, from the sailing soc was handing them each a lifejacket as the other two guys and one girl from sailing soc had already clambered aboard the boat and were preparing it to sail.

         “Sailing is just – it’s everything!” Isaac was proclaiming enthusiastically; much to Damian’s chagrin Isaac did have exactly the posh English accent and attitude that Cain had imitated. “Hopefully this afternoon’ll let you see how joyous it is!”

         Joyous was not the word Cain would have used – he’d tried to hide the fact that his knees were shaking as he climbed aboard the boat, especially as Damian was grinning like an overly excited Labrador.

         “If you all sit there,” Isaac pointed to two indented benches on either side of the front of the boat, “we’re going to do all the work and you can get an idea of what it’s like to sail – we might even let you have a go when we’re properly out on the loch.”

         Cain wedged himself in between Damian and the edge of the white bench, almost immediately he felt wobbly and was glad for the metal railing which lined the edge of it. The boat had backed out of its berth in the marina and was beginning to slowly motor its way out towards the entrance of the loch.

         “Yah, I’ve already done my competent crew qualification,” the girl on the other side of Damian was telling him. “Daddy insisted I did it when I turned 16.”

         “Really?” Damian didn’t sound surprised. “This is my first time on a sail boat – me and Cain, thought we’d try something different.”

         “It’s not as hard as it looks,” she carried on, her voice loud against the wind that was whipping past them. “Not once you get the hang of it!”

         Cain refixed his grip on the railing and tried to take some deep breaths; it was only now that they’d pulled away that he realised how much he absolutely hated this. The boat rocked slightly from side to side, bobbing up and down as the waves and wind moved along. He hadn’t realised quite how aware of his own stomach he was until it seemed to move along with each movement of the boat. He pressed his jaw together, so hard that his back teeth hurt – this was just a taster session, surely it couldn’t last all that long.

         “It’s so fresh, isn’t it?” Damian’s head swivelled round towards Cain.

         “Yeah,” Cain heard himself say, and to his surprise his voice was steady. Damian’s curls were being whipped around by the wind, his cheeks turning pink from the cool air. “It’s lovely.”

         As soon as they were clear of the marina, the girl on Damian’s other side bounded up from the bench to help the society members tack the sail out so they could catch the wind. With more people moving around, the boat rocked and bobbed in the water, and Cain gripped on so tightly on the railing that his knuckles went white.

         “You can come up and see what we’re doing if you like,” Isaac offered; he was standing behind the large wheel looking totally at ease.

         “Cain?” Damian asked, standing up.

         “You go,” Cain said, “I’m still finding my sea legs.” Damian raised his eyebrows, but seemed to accept this at face value. He wobbled a bit as he picked his way over to where Isaac and the girl were having an animated conversation about where they had sailed previously. Cain tried to take deep breaths in through his nose, and inwardly repeated to himself that it wasn’t all bad; ignoring the way his stomach was roiling inside him, sloshing up and down with every wave of the water. He fixed his eyes on the hills in the distance and told himself that he wasn’t moving that much.

         “Isaac says it’s a perfect day for sailing,” Damian dropped back down on the bench next to him.

         “Really?” Cain tried to sound interested.

         “Yeah, just enough wind to catch the sails, and the water being pretty calm,” he was watching the white sail which was affixed out and the wind was pushing against it, giving the boat traction.

         If this was calm, Cain thought, he would hate to see it when it was choppy. With every passing second he was feeling worse, he could feel sweat pooling at the nape of his neck and he found himself swallowing much more frequently.

         “It’s a beautiful part of the country,” Damian seemed lost in the moment, “so peaceful.” Cain remembered that Damian had signed them both up to give them a break from their studies.

         “Mmhmm,” Cain assented, momentarily releasing his grip from the railing before grasping hold of it again – letting go made him feel even more wobbly. They sat in silence for a few long moments, Damian’s eyes were unfocused as he stared out across the water and Cain could hear his long, slow breathing. For some reason, that made Cain feel even worse; he felt his stomach lurching up inside him and he gritted his teeth together again.

         “So,” Damian muttered, “I think this might be something I want to do more…”

         “That’s good,” Cain forced, simultaneously thinking ‘as long as you don’t make me come too’. Damian turned his head to Cain and saw him take a visible double take.

         “Cain?” His hand found Cain’s knee and squeezed. “Are you okay?” There was a split second where Cain was about to lie, but he found himself shaking his head, which he stopped quickly as that movement made him feel worse.

         “Nope,” he forced the word out. “I’m nauseous as hell.” Letting the words out seemed to break the tightness he was holding himself together with.

         “Oh…” Damian breathed. “You look grey…”

         “Yup,” Cain wrapped his arm not gripping on the railing round his stomach. “Feel it…”

         “Do you want some water?” Damian fumbled in his bag to find a bottle. “Try looking at the horizon.”

         “Been doing that,” Cain answered, sucking in air through his teeth.

         “Here,” Damian unscrewed the water bottle and held it out for Cain, “take a few sips.” Cain’s hand was trembling as he took the water and had a tentative sip. “Give me a sec…” Damian pushed himself off the bench; Cain wanted to beg him to stay, that somehow having Damian next to him made this feel less awful. He took another sip, but the water seemed to be staying in his mouth, his throat not wanting to accept anything down it. “Right…” Damian returned and sat back next to Cain. “Honestly – really honestly, are you feeling sick?”

         “Yep,” Cain said, trying not to move his lips too much.

         “Okay, well – if you think you’re going to be sick,” Damian carried on.

         “Don’t say that word,” Cain pleaded, his chest felt tight and his stomach gave an uncomfortable squeeze.

         “Okay, well if…” Damian paused, “you’ve got two options.” Cain didn’t like the sound of that, his stomach gave another squeezing lurch and he swallowed hard. “First option – you lean over the side of the boat.” Cain groaned.

         “Not an option,” Cain muttered, even the thought of being that close to the swirling, churning water made him feel any worse.

         “Okay,” Damian didn’t argue, there was no point in it, especially with how grey and clammy Cain was looking. “Option two, a bag.” Cain groaned again, he’d wished option two had been getting off the boat. “Look,” Damian put his hand on Cain’s shoulder and gently pushed him back a little, “just lean back, take some deep breaths and try to relax a bit.” Cain allowed himself to be eased back, he hadn’t even realised how hunched forward he’d been sitting. He tried to do what Damian advised; he closed his eyes, taking slow deep breaths in through his nose. He’d realised how tightly clenched all of his muscles had been as he consciously tried to relax back into the hard back of the bench. His head was swimming, every part of him being buoyed along as the waves bore the boat onwards; the cold air was whipping past his face as the boat moved through the water. The boat made a short sharp move to one side and Cain felt a burbling sensation rising from deep inside his belly.

         “Bruuualllp!” Cain’s eyes snapped open as the belch escaped past his lips, a lingering bitter acidity swirling in his mouth and his free hand shot up to his mouth as he attempted to swallow.

         “Cain?” Damian squeezed his knee again.

         “Bag…” Cain muttered thickly, his eyes wide as he looked up at Damian. “I need – a bag…”

         “Right,” Damian released his hand from Cain’s knee and began scrabbling in his pocket. “Isaac gave me these…” He unfurled some plastic bags. Cain hadn’t realised he’d let go of the railing until he was snatching a bag from Damian, his chest hurting from the effort of holding down a heave. He shook out one of the bags roughly and brought it up to his face, holding it close to avoid missing it.

         “H’kkkuuuulllk!” Cain’s eyes forced closed at the heave, and he felt the splash of liquid hit the bottom of the bag and he tightened his grip. He knew that was barely a warning shot, and with the way his stomach was lurching that there was more to come. He tried to spit the tendrils of saliva that were clinging to his lips away, but they felt fast to his mouth. “Uggh…”

         “It’s alright,” Cain could hear Damian’s voice, but it felt like it was far away as the sound of his ragged breathing was loud in his ears. He wanted to pull the bag away, cause the bitter tang of the acid was stinging at his nose, but he couldn’t – he couldn’t risk making a mess. His throat tightened and he coughed, harsh and wet, sticking at the back of his mouth and saliva dripped from his lips into the bag.

         “H’kkuuuuuuurrrrggggllleee!” The force with which the wave of vomit poured from his mouth took him by surprise, as did the bag feeling instantly heavy in his hands. From somewhere nearby he could hear cheering and faintly realised that it was because of him, but he didn’t have more than a split second to think about it. “Kk’hhhuuuurrrrggg!” Cain gasped, struggling to take a breath in.

         “God Cain…” Damian’s hand touched the back of Cain’s neck, almost holding him steady as he gulped and gasped.

         “Sorr- heeeuuurrrgggggl!” The word was cut off as another fierce wave of sick forced up his throat and out into the bag which was rapidly filling.

         “No, no,” Damian replied, “just breathe…” Cain’s breath was hitching in his chest, every deep breath seemed to illicit another wave of puke.

         “H’rrrrrgglllluuurrgh!” The bag in Cain’s hands was becoming precariously heavy now; he forced his eyes open, they were watering badly and making it difficult for him to focus. “Need – a new – bag…” He spluttered, feeling his stomach still lurching and clenching.

         “Okay, right,” Damian sounded so calm – how could he be this calm? “Let me tie this one off, I’ll get you a new one…” Damian’s hands grasped near Cain’s wrists and Cain felt the weight of the bag being taken off him.

         “Hurry – hrkk!” Cain heaved wetly, clamping his now free hand across his mouth.

  ��      “Just take deep breaths,” Damian intoned, but he sounded a little more panicked now. “Deep breaths!” Damian was shaking out a new bag, Cain grabbed it from him, pulling it up to his mouth as another heave produced a further wave of sick.

         “Hheeuuuurrgggh!” Cain couldn’t stop it, it was like being on a rollercoaster ride that he couldn’t get off – his stomach dropping then lurching up inside him.

         “Jesus Christ!” Someone nearby cursed, but Cain was still gasping, just waiting for more.

         “Hrrrrgguulll!” There was less liquid this time; Cain had nearly emptied himself out. “Gggrruuurrgggllleee…”

         “Mate, lie him down…” A voice from above Cain’s head was saying. “Lie him on the bench – it can help.”

         “Cain? Did you hear?” Damian’s voice was low and close to Cain’s ear. “If we lie you down, it might help.”

         “Mm, no,” Cain shook his head slightly, a dry heave following and he coughed wetly. “ ‘ll make a mess…”

         “Nah mate,” the voice was coming from Isaac, “you’re empty as a gutted fish.”

         “Hrrk!” Cain retched dryly again at the mention of fish; his stomach was aching and his head felt light.

         “Cain, come on…” Damian fastened his hands around Cain’s wrists as he tried to take the bag away, but Cain redoubled his grip, shaking his head. “Trust me…” Then the tears came, he could feel them burning in his closed eyes; but he allowed Damian to take the bag from his hands. Damian’s hand gripped Cain’s shoulder and very gently lowered him down so he was lying on the bench.

         Being horizontal did help, so did the coolness of the bench against his cheek – the ache in his belly was still there, but the clenching, churning seemed to loosen. Cain realised that he was fully concentrating on breathing in and out, that was all he could focus on. It was only after a few long moments that Cain realised Damian’s fingers were carefully moving his fringe away from his face and gently stroking his cheek. It was so simple, but it meant so much.

         Before he knew it, Damian’s hand was on Cain’s arm: “Cain, come on, we’re getting off…”

         “Can’t move…” Cain mumbled.

         “Let us help,” Damian said; Cain couldn’t protest even if he wanted to. Cain felt hands gripping both of his arms, pulling him gently upright; his legs nearly gave out underneath him and if he hadn’t been supported he would have buckled. “It’s okay,” Damian intoned, half carrying Cain. “Just take little steps.”

         Cain’s legs wobbled all the way along the boardwalk, he still felt as though he was swaying, the world not solid under his feet. His stomach gave a lurch as he missed a step and he gulped in air. When he reached the solid ground of the marina, Cain leant against the wall, his knees trembling under his own weight.

         “I’ve got him from here,” Damian was telling Isaac, who Cain noted had lost the arrogance he’d first displayed and was watching Cain warily. “Thank you.” Isaac nodded, and briefly grasped Damian’s shoulder.

         Cain’s knees gave way and he crumpled, sliding down the wall into a seated position; he was taking long, slow breaths in. Damian sat next to him, placing his hand on Cain’s knee and squeezing gently. They sat for a time, and Damian didn’t remove his hand.

         “How are you feeling now?” He asked eventually.

         “Better,” Cain mumbled, then swallowed. “Embarrassed…”

         “Don’t be,” Damian’s voice was light.

         “I…” Cain’s voice was thin, his throat felt like it’d been burned. “I ruined it – for you…”

         “Cain…” Damian sighed and shook his head. “No you didn’t…” Cain swallowed again, staring intently at his own knees. “Here, have a drink.” Damian pulled a water bottle from his bag, unscrewed it and handed it across; Cain’s hand was still trembling as he took it and drunk, the cool liquid soothing on his throat. “I thought it’d get us out of the flat, just some time.”

         “Sorry…” Cain muttered again.

         “No,” Damian found Cain’s arm and gripped it tight. “I’d never have signed us up if I thought you’d get so…”

         “Seasick?” Cain offered.

         “Yeah,” Damian nodded. “I’m sorry. For putting you through that.”

         “You didn’t know!” Cain refuted. “Heck, I didn’t know…” Cain wrapped his free arm around his stomach.

         “Is your stomach still hurting?” Damian noticed the gesture.

         “Much less now I’m on solid ground,” Cain answered honestly.

         “Good,” Damian said, he looked out towards those still on the boat, tying it up and ensuring it was all secure. “I think you frightened Isaac.” Cain snorted. “Seriously, I think he thought you were going to do yourself an injury. I didn’t think you were ever gonna stop…”

         “Neither did I….” Cain mumbled; with the water he’d drunk he felt slightly better, his aching belly seemed to be calming. “I know, you just wanted something… A break.”

         “Yeah, well…” Damian shrugged.

         “You can do this if you want,” Cain told him, “I saw you enjoying it.”

         “Nah,” Damian shook his head, “I don’t think I’ve got the stomach for it.” He smiled crookedly at Cain.

         “Don’t,” Cain nudged him, but he couldn’t help but smile back.

         “As long as you’re alright,” Damian said.

         “Next time you need a break,” Cain spoke slowly. “Can we maybe just go for a pint?”

         Damian laughed: “Yeah, let’s do that.”

#emeto fiction #emeto #my ocs #Damian #Cain #sickness #motion sickness #seasick #vomiting #puke #puking #Illness kink #original character fiction #nausea

[captainwaltons]

this is such a silly question but anyone know?- would growing up on a cargo ship influence certain motor skills like balance etc...???

i recall the rolling and pitch being common (ofc) and even when it was at dock it had a pretty noticeable tilt.

i was on this ship since i was a baby so i was learning all my motor skills including like walking and posture and balance and shit so would like that affect it maybe?????

ANYWAYS IM JUST ASKING CAUSE I STRUGGLE IN MY ART WITH MY DRAWINGS ALWAYS HAVE A TILT LIKE THEIR FUCKING ITALICS AND IM LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO BLAME BYE

#THIS IS SO STUPID #LMFAOOO #this is probably just i need to work on my art #but everything has a reason so maybe this is it #uhhhh fuck what do i even tag this #this is more of a reddit question but i don't have reddit #lol #cargo ships #ship #seasick #nautical #ship work #maritime #cruise ships #ocean #navy #anyways #science #question #reddit #nautical science #motor skills #tall ships #sea #ships

[broukolice-nad-brokolice]

I'm seriously considering becoming a pirate...

PS: F# you seasickness 😠😡🤬

(source: Pinterest, idk the author tho 😭)

#one piece #anime #manga art #live action #straw hat pirates #pirates #tv shows #aurora #seasick #rip #lol #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #monkey d. luffy #one piece nami #nami #one piece sanji #sanji #usopp #one piece usopp #💕 #Spotify

[cmdrkitten]

#artists on tumblr #animation #c4d #looping #seasick #nausea #i feel sick #lost at sea #long time no see #let's give just straight up video a shot and just not care about color limitations #not dead just the worst brain #programming far from regularly scheduled #cmdrkitten

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

wip- wednesday and Seasick. no idon't why im digging out hiatus fics eithier

Many unknown hours later young John Fisher bolted up right in a cold sweat. And promptly fell off the couch. it took a very long moment to realise where he was. And even then, he had to scramble for the light to check.

Home. But not safe.

Fisher blinked closed his eyes and took a breath. Home. Safe. Something was still giving him goosebumps though. He frowned looking around him. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Bar his state of dress. He needed a shower. He could feel the track suit that wasn’t his cling to him. and was very aware of his own skin his hair even his nails. He needed a shower but the idea made him baulk.

He made his way to his kitchenette to get a glass of water; hoping it would get rid or the taste in his mouth. Then stood there frowning at the sink, feeling like he’d forgotten something all day. He was having no luck trying to remember the dream that had woken him either.

Cupping his hands under the faucet and drinking deeply, Fisher then splashed his face and rubbed his eyes, scrubbing away

 it came to him in a flash of movie stills.

The commander ordering him to finish his shift early. The attack on Troy. Marina…

and something when the three lieutenants, had been sat together in the corridor.  Him, Phones and Atlanta. And Phones had said-?

Tap still running Fisher bolted back to the living room. He Fumbled for the radiotellyphone and dialed, willing the caller to pick up faster. The hospital’s front desk didn’t even get a chance to ask his emergency-!

#stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #wip wednesday #seasick #my fanfiction

[yogadaily]

(via Pin on B Yoga  || Curated with love by yogadaily)  

#upavisthakonasana #beachyoga #beach #seasick #seasideyoga #moon #padmamudra #yoga #yogi #yogini #yogaaesthetic #yogainspiration #inspiration #inspire #inspirational #motivation #yogamotivation #manifestation #manifest #manifesting #yogaposes #yogadaily #fitness #yogaeverywhere #yogaeverydamnday #yogaeveryday #yogaeverydamday

[corromon]

Carol realises she's in the not so good kind of fantasy world

#art #corros art #digital art #anthro #furry #oc #monster girl #carol #seasick

[the-final-sentence]

After all, Naya had proved she and Yana could handle getting a little seasick.

Kristin Cast & Pintip Dunn, from Seasick

#kristin cast #pintip Dunn #seasick

[room-on-broom]

Using mermay to motervate meself into Finally giving my oldest (most baby cinamon roll) OC the art and reference sheet he deserves!!!

Another meet Stingray folk. This is Tim. Or Tola or Tokla, or ToklaTima, or he who speaks for his highness. He has many names and he's my sea monkey Starbucks shape-shifting mermaid.

Notes:

Tola lives and works in Pacifica as a translator to Aphony and his guests. When not doing that as well as teaching lil uns plus, hes also learning about and documenting thier culture. (He's also trying to research his own which he was separated from.)

He then gets caught up in Stingrays shenagins and gets roped in to help, becoming an occasional translater/ emissary/ messenger/ guide for the WASPs and the humans point of contact.

Originally tolka set to appear in 'Seasick' but seeing as thats on hiatus and I love him so much I've kinda a little one seprate shot to introduce him

He/him pronouns. to place his age but I put him bout 18-24 ish human wise and maturity. He does have a baby face tho.

Originally more "lister from red drawf but in the sea," in personality my sweet sweet boy became a bit less of a lad then lister but I kept his hair thou. He likes to put beads or shells in his dreads.

Soon as he hits salt water boom tails stead feet. Very H2O and not in his control. Can transform in fresh water but more control.

His spepies can normally shape-shift with more control to resemble many things. but as he is half human his abilities are limited. Has three forms, human looking and mer although they take energy to maintain. His 'true' form settles between the two although it goes cause his body to flux a bit where helis weight settles in his body and can make him a little clumsy at times. Has feather like spines in his hair and along his shoulders.

Again half human. His mother was sudued by and 'married' a sailour. She and tola were castout from her home/people because this but settled in with a nomadic tribe (disappearing ships kinda vibes). His mothers people were then under Titains rule. Tolk Tried to find his father once. Didn't work but gave him an excuse to cross the oceans.

Has studied in London, Liverpool and Manchester (that's how he ended up being called tim) as well as several other cities. Swam in the cannels and rivers.

Can breath underwater but cannot go as deep as some species for as long. Very fast and strong.

Can speak and many languages both above and below including understand Pacfica and aquaphibians.

Always curious. Loves it when people info dump. Easily frightened but is brave still. Does try to seem cleverer then he really is sometimes. Strong bit shy.

Can often take things literally, Gets his words muddled a little and funny phrases. but again MULTIPLE LAUNGUES

Surfer dude meets dark academic. He loves human trinkets and bright colours but also librarys and books. Wold wear flipflops/sliders with suits.

Has a crush on Fisher. Still a little in awe of Marina and the Stingray crew.

Aphony is fond of him and Marina takes great delight in having someone to talk and relate to. Sophia despite her no nonsense attitude treats him as she does many of her young relatives. Josker absolutely affectionatly bullies the hell out of him.

And that's my boy! Hopefully finish it soon

#OC #oc art #illustration #work in progress #stingray #stingray fanfiction #stingray 1964 #orginal character #seasick #sketches

[boysbellyrubs]

3C or 3D with any male sickie 🥺🥺🥺

perfect cause this man gets seasick whenever he goes on boats ;))) also New Zealand towns because I’m from New Zealand hehe. the vomiting in this story is a bit short which I'm kind of pissed about, but i literally could not write more without it being repetitive. Hope it's still good :).

prompt from this list HERE. 

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Caine was already stressed out of his mind, and the prospect of getting sick on this boat was only worsening his state. Quinn and him were actually going to Caine’s parent’s house in Wellington for Christmas, and with the two of them staying in the South Island, the boat ride across the Cook Strait was the cheapest and only other way to get there. 

The funny thing was that Quinn got plane sick and Caine got seasick, and being Caine, he had neglected to tell Quinn about that. So they had booked the ferry and were waiting to board. Caine had sneakily taken some seasick pills before they arrived, but his anxiety was telling him that they weren’t going to kick in in time. 

Safe to say, he was panicking. 

Quinn seemed none the wiser. He was too excited to be able to be on a big boat for 3 and a half hours, taking in the sites and letting the smell of salt water wash away his worries. Caine was the complete opposite. The next three hours were going to be hell on Earth if these pills didn’t start working. 

“Do you wanna sit inside for a bit or go out on deck?” 

They had a morning ride, so the sun was out shining and there were heaps of people milling around. Caine froze, 

“Um, whatever you want babe. I don’t mind.” He answered, making little eye contact. 

Quinn nodded, “Well, I’m a bit tired from the drive so let's go sit down somewhere.” 

The ‘somewhere’ Quinn chose was actually the small cafeteria. It was technically breakfast time, but Caine didn’t feel like eating anything. He begrudgingly took a few hashbrowns and a muffin, praying to God that it would stay put inside him. 

The ferry was sailing smoothly so far. Caine had obsessively checked the weather forecast and it looked like it would be okay. 

“I hope it stays like this for the whole trip.” Quinn said, munching slowly on his bag of chips. Caine nodded, 

“Yeah, hopefully no big waves come and swallow the whole ship.” 

Quinn laughed, “Scared?” His voice went up, clearly teasing. 

Caine looked away, “Course not. I’m fine.” 

Quinn chuckled again, scrunching up the bag and sitting back in his seat. Caine picked at his own meal, barely eating the hashbrowns and not even touching the muffin. It was too sweet, he knew that would come immediately back up. 

They sat in the cafeteria for a bit longer and Caine had gained a little more confidence in the seasickness pills. Maybe because it was early in the trip and the water was flat, but he felt like he would be okay. 

He almost was enjoying himself; sitting in the cool air of the cafeteria and watching the glistening water out the windows. Quinn was also sitting silently, taking in the views with a soft smile. 

They left soon enough though, Caine was getting a bit restless with all the people flooding in so they moved to a better area. It was summer, so areas of the ship were bathed in sunlight and quickly heating up. Caine felt himself drawn to those areas, maybe he could sleep for the rest of the trip then he wouldn’t have to worry about getting ill. 

He tapped Quinn’s arm, “Can we sit down in that area over there?” He pointed at a less crowded corner of the room, well lit and with large windows, “I think I’m going to try to sleep.” 

Quinn moved his gaze from the map and nodded, “Great idea, I’m still a bit sleepy too.” 

The chairs were way more comfortable than expected and Caine sank into them with a sigh. He felt his exhaustion hit him then, and shut his eyes, dropping his head onto Quinn’s shoulder. 

His sleep didn’t come so easily though. His eyes were shut, yet sleep wasn’t hitting him. He sighed and opened his eyes. The boat was still packed with people and the area they were in was hot as. Stretching, he sat up and felt the ground tilt. Okay, maybe he did sleep because the waves were suddenly a lot larger. He looked outside the window and his assumptions were correct as hearty waves stared back at him, splashing into each other and making the boat fall up and down. 

Caine groaned, slumping back into his seat. He was so hot, and he was starting to feel a little sick. The measly bites of food in his stomach were sloshing with the boat and his head was spinning. Damn those pills, why the fuck didn’t they work. 

Quinn was still asleep next to him, and he debated waking him up. He felt okay, but maybe waking Quinn up before he was on the verge of spewing was a good idea. 

However, his idea was squashed as the next wave made Caine’s body freeze in place. Suddenly, it felt like every limb was jelly and he couldn’t even think properly. His belly swirled, sloshing like a knocked over water bottle. He shut his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. 

The last time he was seasick was terrible. He didn’t know he got seasick and he had eaten a full dinner before getting on. It wasn’t pretty. 

And this time, he had barely eaten anything yet he still felt just as sick as the last time. The most awful thing about it though was that he couldn’t just get off the boat and take five, no, he was trapped with a bunch of strangers and still had another two hours to go. 

He brought one hand up to his mouth, pretending to rest his head on his hand, keeping his eyes closed. Seeing the waves made it worse. Caine felt like crying, he really did not want to throw up. He felt his belly churn, bubbling and gurgling like the water outside. 

Behind his eyelids, he felt the world spin and he groaned. He held his breath with another lurch of the boat. 

Opening his eyes, he scanned the room for the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, there was one just across the hall. He didn’t want to move, he felt if he stood up he would end up on the floor. Running his hand across his belly, he felt another warning flip inside him. 

But Caine felt another churn of his stomach, and with a wave of dizziness crashing over him as he pulled himself up. He groaned, holding back his tears as his illness suddenly became a whole lot worse. Before he knew it, he pushed the heavy bathroom door open and Caine found himself staring at toilet water. He sniffled, the beginnings of a few tears leaking from his eyes. 

Kneeling down, he swore he felt every time the boat went up and crashed into the water. He hugged his belly with both arms, needing something to hold him together. He spat into the toilet, saliva gathering quickly in his mouth. He groaned, knowing that this wouldn’t end until he was back on land, and land was miles away. 

He spat again, his belly growling angrily at him. Caine moaned, tapering off into the beginnings of a heave. The boat rose up again, and as it was falling Caine’s stomach finally had enough and he burped up the first wave. It wasn’t too thick, considering he had eaten barely anything, but it hurt. He heaved again, coughing to dislodge the vomit in his throat. 

Caine groaned out a grizzly sound, vomit and spit mixing in the back of his throat, burning his tonsils and leaving a rancid taste on his tongue. A dry heave cut him off, and more coughing followed. He felt like shit, and the constant rocking of the floor was only making it worse. 

Without thinking, he propped his elbow up on the toilet seat, grabbing his hair in a tight grip. He spat again, the awful taste filling his mouth. His hand was slowly rubbing side to side on his belly, doing nothing to help him feel better but it was a false comfort. He sniffed, sighing as the boat rocked again, it was going to be a long two hours. 

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Dw after this Quinn found him and it was all happily ever after. Of course after a light scolding from Quinn for not telling him he got seasick. 

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