24 yrs😊 I do mostly sickfic and hurt/ comfort prompts and short fanfics. I write for the Fandoms Halloween and Carrie. I am always happy to receive requests for stories but please note that, depending on your request, I reserve the right to say no if I'm uncomfortable writing it.
Thank you @acheybellyanon and everyone who got me to 1000 reblogs!
Some burping themed sickfic prompts for your enjoyment:
1: sickie letting out big, wet burps right before throwing up
2: Caretaker pats sickie on the back and accidentally burps them like a baby. Bonus points if sickie is pleasantly surprised that it kinda helped and even more Bonus points if this becomes something caretaker does for sickie all the time
3: sickie burping so loudly in the middle of the night that caretaker wakes up and mumbles, "you good?"
4: Burping while making out
5: belly rubs causing sickie to burp
6: suddenly burping alot being the first indicator that a preppy character is sick, because they'd never do that unless they had an upset stomach
7: character burping when someone else hugs them because their stomach was squeezed by the hug
8: a character burping during a serious situation because of a nervous stomach
9: a whiny, "Ugh, my tummy hurts..." followed by a huge belch
10: emetophobic character panicking that they have to throw up, only to let out a huge burp and then immediately feel better, embarrassed that they overreacted
Does anyone else ever think of characters from a movie that were never really canonically close but you know they knew each other. Like maybe they worked together, and you think, what were their thoughts when they found out the other died/was killed? Were they closer than we knew? How did they react? Did they find them off screen? Were they worried about them during the movies events, praying that they were ok? Did they look for them when they got out? Ya know...things like that...
okay but whumpee burping loudly and violently, caretaker brushing it off as whumpee eating too much, drinking too much, etc. but then whumpee lets out a slurry of half digested, hot, thick vom all over themselves
feeling very tender about holding an incredibly sick, cold ridden person against your chest. smooth fingers of one hand running through their hair, a tissue in the other hand ready to catch any sneezes that comes. only soft touches, gentle kisses sprinkled over the top of the sickie’s head, over their temples and cheeks. whispering sweet words of comfort against their hair every time they sneeze. hitchy stifles into the tissue that you put over their nose every time you can hear their breath change.
“I’ve got you sweetheart”
“Oh that was a big one, it sounded like it hurt. Poor thing”
“Just let them out baby, don’t worry. I’m right here”
“Oh bless you honey”
“Bless you, again? Aw baby. I’m right here. Bless you”
pulling them closer, cradling them in your arms as they whimper in between sneezes, wiping their nose as they sniffle helplessly against your chest, some weak tears falling down their cheeks at the misery of their situation.
The "nurse sick at work but they're short-staffed so she can't go home, so she's puking in the bathroom, into sinks, trashcans, bedpans...you name it..between patients" scenario is beautiful