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Sick Wendy during the holidays + Caretaker Vince. Fever, stomach bug and some much deserved belly rubs.

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"Honey," Wendy whispered, shaking Vince's shoulder lightly and he groaned, rolling away from her as much as the passenger seat allowed. She bit down a smile, shaking him harder, "Vince, wake up."

"Are we here?" he groaned, not bothering to open his eyes and Wendy opened a fond smile, rubbing his back. Vince had these terrible dark circles lately that were worrying her, but he swore everything was fine, he just couldn't get a good night of sleep. She decided to let him sleep.

"No," she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his curls, "we're at the gas stop, I'll be right back. Do you want anything?"

Nothing but a soft snore answered her.

It wasn't a hole-in-the-wall type of gas station. It was part of a much bigger chain and had a restaurant area, as well as a trinkets store and a coffee shop.

They had had breakfast back home and Wendy was still feeling quite full from it, but that didn't stop her from buying a large caramel latte, as well as a box of cupcakes for Vince, then took her sweet time browsing through the trinkets.

Everything was overpriced, since this was the last store before reaching town and they knew their clients were people who had forgotten to buy gifts, especially during holiday season.

Wendy smiled as she saw a beautiful headband, all bejeweled and with turquoise stones. She put it inside her basket, continuing to go through the products, while slurping on the rest of her coffee. Wendy grimaced as her straw hit the bottom of her plastic cup. She hadn't realized how fast she chugged it.

Her stomach gurgled, complaining, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, standing up straight and going to pay for the headband, as well as other useless trinkets she thought were cute.

Vince was awake once she got back to the car. He had jumped out and was leaning against the metal, hands shoved in his jacket's pocket, cheeks kissed by the cold and all pink, the tips of his curls poking out from under his black beanie were twirling with the wind.

"What you got there?" he asked, once Wendy moved closer. She handed him the box of cupcakes, the one she had already forgotten about and felt vaguely queasy as he opened it to reveal the icing covered goodies.

"Ooh, they look great... I'm starving," he reached for one, before pausing and frowning, "dairy free? I don't wanna shit my pants during Christmas, honey."

Wendy wrinkled her nose at his crass language, shifting on her feet. Her stomach was starting to throb and continuing to gurgle, "it's just the 20th," she told him with an eyeroll, then before Vince could interrupt, "and yes, they're dairy free."

"Uhm," he didn't need to hear anything else, all but shoving one of the tiny cupcakes whole in his mouth, "eel'goo."

"Ew," Wendy grinned, putting the other bags in the backseat and circling him, "switch with me?"

Vince nodded, still eating as he circled the car and then planting the box on her lap as he fixed the car seat and put them back on the road.

"These are actually great," he said happily, fishing another one from the box, left hand drumming on the steering wheel, "thank you... Aren't you gonna eat, Wen?"

Wendy's stomach squeezed at the thought and she shook her head, fighting to keep a smile on, "not hungry..."

"Are you sure?" Vince glanced at her quickly, before looking back to the road, "they have a red velvet one..."

"No, I'm good," Wendy stressed, fighting the urge to shove the cupcakes off her lap. She could smell them and all that sweetness was making her already unsettled belly even more so.

Vince frowned and seemed like he wanted to argue, but he didn't say anything, only ate another cupcake and kept driving. Wendy was graceful, her stomach was souring quickly and her head started to throb with the sweet scent filling the car.

It was snowing, so it wasn't like she could open a window and she mentally cursed, leaning back on her seat and closing her eyes, breathing through her mouth. Maybe she was just carsick, she could fight through it.

Her mouth felt sticky and she licked at her dry lips, gulping down and bouncing one of her legs anxiously, feeling the latte churn in her belly. In the cramped space of the car, she was sure Vince could hear all the little noises her stomach was making and Wendy felt terribly embarrassed on top of the nausea, trapped like a caged animal and wanting to put as much distance between them.

Vince's freezing hand upon her forehead startled her so much Wendy gasped and coughed, rushing to sit up straight.

"What-"

"You don't look so well, honey," he had slowed down and seemed to be looking for a spot to pull over, much to her dismay. The cupcake box had been closed and Wendy glanced around in search of it, finding it sitting in the backseat.

"I'm fine, I'm just..." there was cold sweat gluing her clothes to her back and Wendy groaned, squirming on her seat, "don't laugh," she said, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pushing his hand away from her face, "I drank a latte back at the stop and it's not sitting well."

"Oh," Vince sounded relieved, which only made her want to curl up more. Wendy pressed herself to the door, rocking her body slightly to keep her mind off the waves of queasiness and the pressure in the back of her throat, "why didn't you just say something, hon? Do you want me to pull over?"

"Nu-uh," Wendy shook her head, then brought up a hand to her mouth and muffled a little sick, airy burp, "no, I just want to get to Doveport as soon as possible..."

"We're fifteen minutes out," Vince planted a hand on the middle of her back, switching his attention back to the road, "think you can handle it?"

"God, stop-" Wendy groaned, leaning further in and breathing through her mouth, "stop babying me, it's my fault I feel like shit, Vince. I shouldn't have drank a freaking gas station caramel mocha."

Just the thought of it made her spine curl and Wendy gulped down as she could taste the sweetness all over again. She shuddered, again, goosebumps covering her skin.

"Don't be silly," Vince reached in the cupholder between them, passing her a water bottle, "it's not your fault, honey."

"Uhm..." the water was refreshing, but it landed on her stomach like a brick, immediately wanting out. Wendy's rushed to cup her mouth as her body betrayed her and yet another little burp rushed out, this one morphing in a gag at the end. She swallowed convulsively the sweet saliva pooling in her mouth, her throat seeming to refuse her.

"...Just a second..." she heard Vince say in the background and then the car came to a stop on the side of the road and he reached over her, pushing her door open when Wendy didn't move. She let out a groan, shaking her head, still in denial.

"Nooo..."

"I don't think you get a say on that, honey," Vin said sympathetically, knuckles brushing her cheeks, "c'mon, better out than in."

Her belly let out a nasty growl, a nauseating string of burbles rolling around and Wendy whimpered, giving in and turning on seat to hang out of the door.

She tugged on the ends of her pink scarf, tugging it off her neck and balling it up in one hand, the one squeezing the doorway. Her stomach turned once more and Wendy spat on the grey snow on the side of the road, knowing there was no chance to swallow it back down and not throw up.

Vince's hand was still in the middle of her back, rubbing soothing circles and she wanted to tell him to stop touching her, not when she was feeling this gross and embarrassed... Wendy let out a sick burp and whined, gulping the acid in the back of her throat.

"Let it up, honey, you'll feel better," Vince thumped her back lightly and she nearly snapped at him, when the motion only made her feel worse. She couldn't swallow it back down like this, as he forced up another belch... And then she puked a gush of beige vomit all over the snow.

Wendy coughed, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to spit the horrible taste in her mouth, without setting off another round. Her nausea didn't lessen, on the contrary, it only seemed to grow and grow... She nearly fell off the car with the strength of the next heave, vomiting a much larger amount as her belly squeezed with a cramp.

Vince had moved on his seat, so he could gently hold the pieces of hair away from her mouth with one hand, the other one planted on her shoulder to stop Wendy from taking a dive at the disgusting side of the road, and she let out a whimper at the realization he could see exactly what she could see, which was quite the gruesome sight.

"Stop- Stop touching me..." Wendy whined, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and falling back against her seat, wrapping one arm around her stomach. She was wearing a graphic sweater, as well as a thick baby blue skirt, with a belt around her middle. When they left home, the belt had been loose, but right now it felt like it was squeezing her in half.

However, just the idea of undoing it was too humiliating. Wendy gulped down nervously, shuddering again and wiping the little tears clinging to her lashes. She avoided Vin's worried gaze and his outstretched hand, holding the plastic bottle of water. Her fingers came back brushed with black and Wendy groaned again, imagining just how gross she looked, with her mascara all smeared.

"I'm so sorry," she sighed, wiping at her mouth and her eyes again, trying to regain a scrap of composure, "I'm sorry, this was disgusting, I just-"

"Oh, can it, Wen," Vince scoffed, cupping her face. His hands were freezing and they felt lovely against her cheeks, even if they made her shiver. Wendy whined, closing her eyes as her stomach continued to flip, not feeling one bit settled, although it was much emptier, "did getting that out of your system help?"

She nodded, lying, and Vince let out a huff, suddenly pressing a kiss to her brow, "I don't know if I believe it, you're the color of the snow."

Wendy gagged at the thought, "covered in sick and disgusting?"

"White," Vince corrected her with a chuckle, reaching over her to slam the door shut, "white like a bunny," he teased lightly, kissing her temple again, "take a minute, okay? We're not in a rush."

"We sort of are, though," Wendy sighed, but couldn't help but lean back on her seat with relief. Her stomach was still feeling horrible, churning ominously and she felt far from done. To makes matters worse, she was covered in sweat and couldn't seem to stop shaking, "I feel like crap."

"I'm sorry, honey," Vince rubbed her arm, then reached on the side of her seat, lowering it a little bit, "we're really almost home, just try and breathe, okay?"

That wasn't as reassuring as he thought it was. Home for Vince, sure, but to her it meant a much larger audience witnessing as she made a fool of herself, her stomach hellbent on emptying itself from the caramel latte and Wendy was terrified her intestines would join her body's riot against her. She wanted her own apartment, her own bed and bathroom and no audience.

Still, she didn't say it out loud, and true to Vin's words, not even 10 minutes later they were entering his street. Wendy lowered the mirror to get a look at herself, then cringed as she saw the smudged mascara around her eyes, and how pale she was. She quickly wiped the black vestiges away, grabbing the water bottle and taking some sips, swishing the water around to get rid of the horrible taste in her mouth and the puke breath. It was the best she could do.

The water had been a horrible idea, it added to the churning in her tummy, making her feel even more nauseous. She felt overly full and dizzy, but right now was not the time.

The front door opened and Vince's mom rushed out to pull her 6'4 baby into a hug, squealing when he pulled her off her feet. It was a heart warming scene and Wendy would've basked in it, wasn't it for the fact she could feel her belly squeezing again, her mouth watering.

"You too, c'mere," Ma said, tugging Wendy into a hug, "darling, I missed you... What's wrong?"

Wendy wanted to cry. She had hoped she could simply lie her way through and go up to Vin's room to curl up in his bathroom and die, but clearly his mother had other ideas. The woman cupped her cheeks, then touched her forehead, a wrinkle appearing between her brows, a frown forming. Ma looked every little bit like her son when she glared like that.

"I'm fine-"

"Mamma, she's alright," Vince interjected, noticing his girlfriend's pale face and weak, strained voice, "carsickness, that's all."

Carsickness was much less embarrassing than I-drank-a-fucking-side-of-the-road-latte-because-i'm-stupid-and-have-no-self-restraint, Wendy thought sourly, wincing.

Ma let out a little unhappy noise, "you poor thing," she pulled back, patting Wendy's arm, "come inside, lie down for a bit. I'll get you a ginger ale."

She mumbled another string of words, but that Wendy couldn't piece together since it was in italian. She hoped it was just amiable cooing, but Wendy's swirling thoughts couldn't help but feel like she was being judged.

Her parents would be judging the shit out of Vince if it was the other way around, the talking behind his back would simply never stop. It was hard to believe in Ma's genuine affection as she pushed Wendy inside the house and towards the couch, telling her to sit down and lean back her head.

"You'll feel alright in un attimo," the woman cooed, while Vince brought in the bags. He flashed Wendy a smile, crossing the living room to crouch in front of the couch.

"Sorry, mom's a lot," he whispered, pushing a strand of hair away from Wendy's eyes, "how's your belly?"

"I wanna die, Vince," Wendy answered him, her voice hoarse from the previous puking, "I'm sorry, this was so stupid- I don't know where my mind was."

Vince rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss her forehead, "whatever do you mean, honey?" he cupped her face, thumb on her chin, "you couldn't possibly have guessed you'd get sick."

"It was gas station food, I definitely could have not eaten that," Wendy scoffed, wrapping an arm around her stomach as the thought made her all the more queasy. She hated that she could still just taste it.

Across the room there was a noise and then Livia rushed in, bundled up in a snow coat, grinning the whole way.

"VINNY!" She squealed, throwing herself over her brother with her whole body, causing him to almost fall on his back. He opened a big smile, kissing her cheek and moving his arms to Liv was sitting on his knee, her arms wrapped around his neck.

The little girl finally saw Wendy, still smiling as she said, "Hi principessa," she jumped from Vin's lap to press a kiss to Wendy's cheek, before frowning, "why are you sad?"

"Wendy's sick, bambi, leave her alone," Vince pulled his sister back, grabbing the little kid and throwing her over his shoulder, then turning to Wendy, "I'm gonna get you some water, do you think pepto would help?"

Wendy shrugged, she didn't feel like she could hold the medicine down, but it was worth a try. Vin let out a little sad, sympathetic sigh, before whispering, "be right back."

She let out a groan once he was out of sight, curling up on the couch and trying to figure if she could get away with leaving the living room or if it'd be too rude. Her stomach was sloshing uncomfortably and she still couldn't stop shivering.

"Here," Sophia's voice startled her and Wendy glanced up from her curled up position, in time to see Vince's cranky teenager sister drape a blanket over her.

It made her heart sink and Wendy opened a strained smile, "thank you..." she said, her voice all raspy. Sophia blushed, shrugging.

"Do you need anything else?" she reminded Wendy of Jonah and Wendy smiled at the thought, pulling the blankets tighter around her. She wanted Vince, but he had only been gone for ten minutes, so it was too pathetic to say out loud.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, Soph."

Still Sophia hung around, uneasily shifting her weight from foot to foot, clearly wanting to do more but unsure of what. She was thankfully interrupted by Vince coming back, a thermos in one of his hands, as well as a ceramic mug held only by his pinky around the handle, the little bottle of pepto bismol sitting inside of it.

"Mamma made some peppermint tea, honey," Vince said, messing Sophia's hair as he circled around her to get to the couch and causing his sister to hiss and shove his back.

Wendy groaned at the prospect of drinking anything, especially something sweet, when her stomach already felt like it was crawling up her throat. She turned on the couch, pressing her lips tightly closed and breathing deeply through her nose, looking at the ceiling.

"I know you don't wanna drink anything right now, but this could help," Vince said, sitting on the ground in front of her. Even sitting down a level lower than her, he was still taller. Wendy sighed, pulling the ends of the blanket and shaking her head.

"I don't... I don't think so, Vin..."

He pouted, then leaned in to push a stray hair away from her eyes and his brows dipped into a frown, "oh Wen, you're really warm..."

She leaned forward, planting her forehead to his hand and still taking measured breaths, as her stomach started to feel more and more uneasy, "that..." her mouth pooled with overly sweet spit and Wendy gulped it down, "that'd-explaininnit..." she slurred, the words barely forming. Her face felt numb.

"Vin..." Wendy heard Sophia saying, but she was far too nauseous to pay any attention. It felt like the couch was swaying... Her throat constricted as if she couldn't breathe and up came another wave of vomit.

This time it was much chunkier and harder to get up and Wendy was left gasping for air and crying when she finished off the first round, her stomach still flipping inside of her, letting out a little acrid burp. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes, sure she had just thrown up all over her boyfriend's parent's living room, probably ruining his mom's rug.

"I'm-" Wendy hiccupped, her head throbbing in the same rhythm as her belly churned, "fuck, i'm so-sorry..." there were tears streaming down her face and Wendy started to openly cry as she felt Vince shush her, pulling her closer to him. Her forehead met his chest or his tummy, she wasn't sure, she only knew she could smell the fabric softener in his hoodie and that it was soft and inviting... And she was probably ruining it with tears and drool.

"Soph, potresti prendere il...?"

"Sí, sí-"

Whatever Vince said to his sister, suddenly Wendy was no longer half covered by the blanket and his arms were wrapping around her, one under her legs, the other around her back, lifting her up.

"No-" Wendy groaned, as he moved so her head could rest on his shoulder, "no, Vin, I'm-" her belly contracted painfully and Wendy muffled a burp against his chest, gasping for air, "stooop..."

"Sorry, doll," Vince whispered back, his voice rough with concern. Wendy groaned louder at the movement of him carrying her, probably up the stairs judging by the up and down that was making her head spin.

"I'm gonna... Vince, wait-" Wendy complained weakly, trying to warn him she was about to be sick again. He sped up, but didn't show any other sign of having heard her and Wen let out a frustrated noise, trying to pull back from his hold.

"No, hon, don't do that," Vince said softly and then hit a light switch and Wendy realized they had just entered his bathroom. It was just a cramped and messy as she remembered it.

He put her down gently in front of the sink and Wendy let out a sob as she noticed a wet dark patch on his hoodie, already wiped at, "oh no-"

"It's alright," Vince tugged his sweater off, balling it up and throwing it under the sink, closing the distance between them so he could pull her hair into a low ponytail.

"Did I..." She leaned heavily over the sink, squeezing her eyes shut against the mounting nausea, "did I puke on your mom's couch...?"

"No, just my lap," Vince teased her lightly, planting a kiss to her temple, and Wendy groaned, letting out a tiny airy burp.

"It's not funny," she scoffed, voice thick with tears and wanting for the ground to open up. She caught Vin rolling his eyes on the mirror.

"Wendy, you're sick, sweetheart. My family adores you, please don't worry about this..." he rubbed her back, "can you get in the shower? I think your fever is up..."

"Uhm," Wendy folded in half, pressing her forehead to the cold sink and shivering violently, "maybe... Do you- Can you give me some space? Please?"

Her belly was still a mess and she had never felt so mortified before, but she knew she'd feel even worse just stripping in front of him. Vince let out a little unhappy noise, his hand still planted in the middle of her back.

"I can... But I'm gonna be right outside, okay? And please don't lock the door."

"Okay," she sniffled, tearing up, "can you get me some clean clothes, please?" Her belt was still squeezing the hell out of her upset tummy and her sweater and skirt felt like they were glued to her sweat covered body. Vince nodded, kissing the top of her head.

"Of course, doll. I'll get you something comfy. You can use my towel, I'll get another one later."

"Thank you," she waited for him to step out and then Wendy's flimsy hold on her self control all but crumbled. New tears sprung up and she immediately started stripping, despite feeling sluggish and awful. The sensation of the clothes was constricting and she especially hated it rubbing on her belly, reminding her how bloated she was.

The hot water took a second to heat up and Wendy shivered violently hugging herself and sitting on the closed toilet in just her panties. Her belly was sore as fuck and she could still hear it let out all sorts of noises, bubbles shifting under her hand.

The warm shower did wonders to how gross she was feeling and relaxed the muscles of her back, but did absolutely nothing to the woozy feeling, except make it worse. She stumbled slightly, pressing her forehead to the cold tiles and letting the hot water run down her back, trying to find any strength to shut it off and walk out.

Instead, her legs were feeling more and more like jelly. Wendy breathed through her mouth as the bathroom spun around her and slowly slid down to a crouched down position, doing her best to not fall on her ass.

Her stomach flipped and she gagged, barely having to heave for more frothy yellow bile to spill out of her and get washed away by the water. There was a knock on the door, Vince's muffled voice calling out her name.

Wendy let out a groan, washing her mouth with shaky hands and tried to get up, only to find out that she couldn't. Instead she sat on her ass and curled up her knees, hoping Vin would overlook her request for privacy and enter the bathroom, because she was seeing a whole new collection of black dots and stars.

She didn't hear the door opening, but she did hear Vince's loud voice exclaim "WENDY!" and then she felt water hitting her face... And next she woke up she was freezing cold.

Wendy didn't think she had been out for more than a couple minutes, because Vin hadn't moved her. He had shut off the water and she was curled up in his arms, shivering violently and he was talking in rapid fire italian-english with someone...

The thought that she was naked in front of his family was enough to have Wendy waking up from any slumber. She whined and tried to move, only to feel Vince's arms squeeze around her, keeping her put. He let out a relieved sigh, "thank fucking God, Wendy..." and only then did she realize he had wrapped her up in a bathing robe.

Ma Monacelli was standing in the doorway, with a phone pressed to her cheek and Wendy dizzily blinked, trying to get a hold of the situation. She couldn't make sense of what his mom was saying and it took her a minute to realize it wasn't in english.

"What... What's your mom..." Wendy grumbled, squirming again. Vince helped her sit up slightly against him, his hands never leaving her once. She realized his curls were glued to the side of his face and his cheeks were blazing red and he was shivering too, water clinging to his lashes... He had gotten in the shower with her.

"She's talking with the doctor. It's better if you don't move yet or you'll get lightheaded," he rubbed her back quickly, in order to produce warmth and Wendy groaned, curling up further.

"No, don't- I don't need a doctor," she whined, shaking her head, "really, I just need to go to bed... It was just- Just the hot water..."

Ma lowered the phone, looking almost angry, "no, we're calling Dr. Bianchi, she's not well."

Wendy felt a small flare of annoyance. She was right there.

Vince probably sensed it, because he interrupted his mother's next words, by saying in a calm voice that didn't belong him, "mamma, we're crowding her. Let me just get Wendy settled in bed and we can discuss a doctor."

Magda crossed her arms, face all scrunched up as if she wanted to argue, "I'm worried, you can't just-"

"Ma," Vince said in a steady, rougher voice that Wendy had never heard him use with his mom. The woman sighed, before nodding and stepping out of the bathroom. She left the door open, but Wen could clearly hear as she shut the bedroom door, having fully left the suite.

"I'm sorry," Wendy whispered, "I didn't mean to make you fight your mom..."

"She'll live," Vince rolled his eyes, pushing the wet hair away from her face, "how are you? Can we move to the bedroom?"

"Dizzy," she answered him honestly, shuddering from cold, "freezing."

"Figures," Vince snorted and Wendy could hear the wind howling outside, probably it had started to snow again, "and your stomach?"

"Still feels really sick," she admitted, "but empty."

"I'm gonna count that as a win," Vince's shoulders dropped and she could clearly see how worried he was, the deep concern lines all over his face, "I'm gonna get you up, okay?"

Very slowly they made their track back to his room and Vince promptly sprung into action as soon as Wendy was sitting on his bed. He grabbed a matching set of his old hoodies in the wardrobe, instead of the suitcase, and crouched down before her.

"What... Why....?" Wendy frowned, confused and trying to understand what he was doing through the brain fog caused by the fever, the headache and the nausea. Vin tapped her knee lightly, sliding his large pants over her legs.

"It's warmer than your stuff," he explained, "and won't squeeze your tummy. Besides, if you end up being sick on it, it's no big deal, these are super old and don't fit me anymore."

"Uhm..." Wendy felt boneless as he removed the bathrobe and slide the hoodie over her head, "can you cuddle me...? I don't want you to get this, but I-"

"Honey," Vince chuckled slightly, pressing a kiss on the corner of her mouth, then over her lips, "we're so past that, don't worry about it. Besides, I never get sick."

"That's a lie," Wendy scoffed, but she couldn't fight the warm sensation that spread all over her as Vince pushed her against the pillows and tugged on the blankets so it was draped over her.

"Just let me change," he whispered, the moved around again. Wendy was too tired to follow him with her eyes, she felt weak and still disgusting, so instead she closed her eyes and hoped Vince would be back soon enough.

She woke up with the bed moving. Now she was warm, for the first time in hours, so warm she was sweating. Wendy could tell she was lying against Vince, because while his tummy was soft, it was much sturdier than the pillow that had been under her head previously. His fingers were running through her hair and he was speaking in a soft voice.

Too soft.

"You can't be here, bambi, you'll get sick too," he was whispering and Wendy forced her eyes open, noticing Livia was sitting on the foot of the bed, looking terribly worried. She was clad in a footie pajama, holding a stuffed bear to her lap, her little hand tracing over Wendy's.

"I don't care," Liv pouted, "is Wendy dying?"

"No," Vince scoffed, stroking Wendy's cheek, still unaware she was awake, "it's just a tummy bug, she'll be fine in a couple of days."

"Are you sure?" Liv squinted at him, then studied Wendy's face. Wen was thankful for the dark room, she wasn't ready to be awake just yet.

"Yes, Liv," Vince smiled, then moved slightly on the bed, so he could slide out from under Wen, "c'mon, let's go to bed, okay?"

He picked up Livia and she whined, but threw her arms around his neck, complaining as he carried her out of the room.

Once more alone, Wendy rolled on the bed, so she was flat on her back. Her muscles were all aching and her belly specifically was hurting, as if she had done a bunch of crunches, as well as if it was still stuffed with food, which she knew it wasn't.

She pushed herself up against the pillows, letting out a sigh of relief as she realized Vince had left the thermos and a bottle of water sitting on the bedside table, as well as there was a trashcan on the ground, within her reach.

Wendy took a tentative gulp of water and when that didn't immediately upset her belly, she took a larger one. It sat like a brick in her belly and she still felt terribly queasy, but at least it didn't immediately want out.

"Hey," Vince whispered, entering the room again, "you're awake."

"Just barely," Wendy smiled, kicking the blankets so he could join her. Vince didn't come cuddle her, instead he grabbed a thermometer sitting right next to the water bottle and handed it to her.

"Just for my peace of mind," Vince said, planting a hand on her forehead, "but you're not that warm anymore, I think it broke while you slept."

"Uhm," Wendy leaned on his touch, "is your mom pissed at me....?"

"Pissed at you? She was so worried she was considering calling 911, doll, she is not pissed at you. She made dad go to the store, did you know they sell gatorade in six packs?"

Wendy's cheeks caught on fire, "oh no... I really didn't mean to-"

"Wen," Vince rolled his eyes, pushing her mouth shut so the thermometer could get a good reading, "we all love you, you're not a bother. We're just worried."

"Uhm," Wendy sighed, waiting until the little device beeped. A low grade fever, but not that high. Vince's shoulders dropped in visible relief and he leaned forward, his forehead meeting her lap.

"You worried the shit out of me, Wendy."

"I'm so-"

"No, stop, stop," he glared at her, pushing her back against the pillows, "stop apologizing, okay? Just let me take care of you."

"You really shouldn't have to, it's Christmas..."

"You don't even celebrate Christmas," he chuckled, kissing her cheek and then moving on the bed, kicking off hsi flip flops so he could get closer to her, "can I rub your belly?"

Wendy's cheeks caught on fire and she awkwardly bit her lip, unsure if she wanted him to touch it or not. The idea of a soothing belly rub sounded amazing, but she still felt so gross and so... So disgusting. She didn't want Vin to come to this realization too...

"You think too much," he whispered, pushing her hoodie up slightly. His hands were really warm and he rubbed them together before planting them on Wendy's bloated, upset tummy.

The organ let out a growl and Wendy pressed her hands to her face, her cheeks aflame, but still she didn't push him back and Vince kept at it. He rubbed it in steady, slow circles and caused her to let out a little burp.

Vin glanced up, worried, but Wendy only shook her head as if to say she was fine. He smiled, then leaned in and planted a kiss on her belly, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Not that much better," Wendy said, her heart stuttering as she felt him plant a bunch of little, fluttery kisses all over her tummy. Vince chuckled, his laugh vibrating against her skin.

"No? How can I help?"

Wendy pressed her knuckles to her mouth, biting down a delighted smile at his teasing tone, "don't stop."

"Not planning on it, honey."

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whumpster-dumpster · 11 months

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hii hope youre doing well! could you do some sci fi whump prompts please? ^^

Sure thing! Since sci-fi has a wide range, the prompts are kind of all over the board:

Spaceship crash

Alien viruses or toxins

Otherwordly parasites

Laser or radiation burns

Prejudice between alien races

Alien interrogation/experimentation

Lost/separated on an unknown planet

Hunted down for collection as a "rare species"

Futuristic biomechanical implants malfunctioning

Telepathic whumper intruding in whumpee's mind

Space sickness (similar symptoms to motion sickness)

Punishment/imprisonment for breaking alien cultural rules

Painkillers/other medicines don't work for whumpee's species

Food poisoning; alien rations unsuitable for whumpee's species

Universal translator breaking; whumpee and other characters struggle to communicate

Alien caretaker(s) trying to treat whumpee's injuries and worsening them instead because they're unfamiliar with their biology

Spaceship systems malfunctioning: losing oxygen, losing heat, increased pressure of gravity, trapped mid-teleporation, etc.

#whump #whump prompts #writing prompts #sci fi #aliens #non human whumpee #non human caretaker #speciesism #burns #implantation #sickness #interrogation #communication breakdown #food poisoning #tw parasites #telepathy #answered ask #astergh0st

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ma'am, for your consideration: arnie realizing he can weaponize his human fragility by forcing his bros to co-exist in the same space. Aka him purposefully getting hurt/sick and putting both Isaiah and Hector as his emergency contacts, because he's manipulative like that. I love this boy so much

Food poisoning

Hehe thank you for sending this! I was staring at this one for a long time, cause it has the right mix of drama and brother bonding, lol. It has a bit of a twist to it :D

Arnie sat down at the sushi place at the mall, going over his plan one more time.

He would make Hector and Isaiah talk. They couldn't avoid each other forever. And fortunately for him, neither could deny him anything when they were worried for him.

Shrimps were the perfect choice. A bit of runny nose, itchy eyes and some cramps that would go away quickly enough, but if he pretended he ate many, he could exaggerate the symptoms and have them both rushing to his side. He had been allergic to anything shellfish since childhood.

Arnie gathered the sushi rolls, shrimp and crab mixed in, some cucumber ones too. It was the kind of all-you-can-eat place, so why not enjoy himself why he was at it?

He kept coming and returning with new portions to his table with a great view from the upper floor to the lower one, where the exit and the escalator were. Watching people rushing in and out, the different clothes, the speed was Arnie's favorite pastime at places like these.

He got himself those Japanese cherries and a big coke to sip on when Hector suddenly shook his shoulder from behind.

"Hey. I thought I caught a familiar scent. What are you getting lunch for and not calling me?"

Arnie winced, wrinkling his forehead. "Hey. I didn't know you were in town."

Hector rolled his eyes, hurling himself into the chair opposite Arnie, immediately grabbing for the sushi on his carefully arranged plates. "This place is like 5 minutes from the pack base. It's the center of my work radius."

"H-hey! That's my food! Go get your own," Arnie exclaimed.

Hector grinned, throwing the sushi and the shrimp into his mouth, not even taking time to use the cutlery. "Oh shut up. You can't eat half of this amount, are you crazy? Way too much for your tiny human stomach."

"Very funny," Arnie glared. Now that he was caught like this, he couldn't pretend not to notice the shrimp or that he ate more than Hector saw him eat.

Not that there was much left to eat, Hector devoured his plates without even looking.

"What are you so hungry for? You had a giant breakfast," Arnie said in irritation, sipping on his Coke. Hector was like a bulldozer to his plans.

"Hungry like a wolf," Hector said with a wink.

Since the little New Year's debacle Hector had been a lot more cheerful and friendly, although that wasn't really his style.

Arnie had to appreciate the effort he was putting into looking like he was alright with Arnie getting messages and Saturday lunches with Isaiah. Like he was happy for him when he clearly wasn't.

Arnie wasn't sure what the most prevalent emotion was for Hector. Jealousy? The sense of betrayal and hurt? From him or from Isaiah? Seriously, couldn't the two just sit down and have a long talk about what happened?

Not that Arnie was getting much in that department. He still didn't dare to address it directly and Isaiah skillfully dodged the topic or ignored any hints Arnie threw in to warm him up to it.

Arnie all but lost his appetite as he watched Hector clean out the plates with speed and getting more.

"You in a hurry? You are eating like there is no tomorrow," Arnie commented with a scrunched nose.

Hector rolled his eyes. "You want me to have table manners at a mall sushi stand? For real? Couldn't you have picked one of the fancier restaurants down the street? We are at the center, we got money, why don't you enjoy it."

"Oh, and I thought you would tell me to eat something more local instead of a risky fish stuff." That's what Isaiah told him last time, which Arnie couldn't take seriously after Isaiah took him for their first lunch after years at his favourite sushi restaurant. This small family place made everything fresh right there in front of their eyes.

Hector gave him a look, his cheeks puffing out and he muffed a burp against his fist. "You are the smartass here. Fuuh, I'm full." Didn't make him slow down as he threw himself at the rest of his half-filled plate.

"Then stop eating," Arnie said with a fond eye-roll. "It's just a mall sushi place," he added teasingly.

Hector's eyes narrowed and he smirked, taking it as a challenge as he ate the last bits before getting more dessert. Arnie would have popped from that amount a long time ago.

"Urrrrp, okay I'm done," Hector said after the next 15 minutes, leaning back in the chair. "That was pretty good. The sushi seems a bit old and wrinkly, but the taste is good."

"Remind me why I don't usually invite you for lunch," Arnie said dryly as Hector burped, loudly this time. "Come on, let's take a walk by the river. Help you settle and all."

Hector just grinned shamelessly, standing up to pay the bill for both of them.

Hector could complain all he liked, the mall had a good location. Just next to the river, the bank made into a beautiful park with nicely cut grass, fancy trees and those little gym instruments along the way.

The weather was gray and uninviting, but the temperature was actually quite pleasant, so Arnie didn't complain as they made their way against the current.

Hector walked like an old man, unzipping his jacket to free space for his bulging stomach. Arnie didn't notice how huge it got from behind the table.

Hector even planted his hand on it, rubbing slightly as they walked.

It hit Arnie then that it was Sunday. "Wait wait wait. You don't have any work in town today. You came to- you wanted to have lunch with me! Just like Isaiah did yesterday!"

Hector gave him a sour glare. "That's not-not why I did it at all."

Arnie giggled. Oh my god, that was so neat. Hector couldn't stand him and Isaiah having something he didn't have.

"Stop-urrrp-stop laughing," Hector said angrily, cheeks turning red.

"You know, you can always come with me? Isaiah would be happy to see you," Arnie said, still smiling wide.

"Happy my ass," Hector grunted.

"Oh come on! I know you want to."

"That's not, hiccc, that's not the issue-" Hector stopped as they came to the little bridge that people took pictures from, leaning heavily against the railing as another hiccup shook his shoulders.

"What, you worried he is angry about any of the mean stuff you tell him? I'm sure he is not," Arnie said, a smug smile growing as Hector's eyes widened that he figured it out.

"He knows you. He would forgive you anything. Can't you just-"

"Okay, Arnie, stop, I-"

"No," Arnie interrupted, bracing against the railing beside him. The chilly air, the river flowing with such force, it all gave him courage to breach this topic. "I think it's time you act like an adult and had a talk-"

Hector suddenly heaved, hands gripping the railing and threw up over it.

Arnie stagged in shock, not expecting that. "Geez, a little warning, eh?"

Hector didn't seem to be finished, leaning over only for another projectile vomit to shoot out. Distracted by the conversation, Arnie only realized now that Hector was sweaty all over, pale and breathing hard, bracing against the railing with all force.

"Hex? Hey, it's okay, get it up. I told you it was too much..." Arnie said, carefully placing a hand on his back, feeling the muscles move underneath the jacket.

"Think-ughhh-think there was something wrong with the food," Hector said with a grimace, bowing to lean his forehead against the cool metal of the railing, still gripping it with both hands as if for balance. "My stomach's fucking killing me."

Arnie rubbed his back with more vehemence now. Was the mall sushi worse than he thought? Was it spoiled and he didn't notice? He didn't have a single bite and Hector said it tasted old...

"Ughhhh," Hector wrapped both his hands around his stomach, face going white and then abruptly red and then white again. "Christ, this fucking hurts."

"Okay, uhmm," Arnie wracked his head with what to do. They were stranded between the mall, the river and the park. And Hector never said a word when he was hurting, this was bad.

"Do you want to- wait, wait, don't do that!"

Hector's knees gave out underneath him and he crouched down, moaning.

"Let's sit you down on a bench. Look there is one right over there, come on." Arnie felt himself panicking a little, rubbing Hector's arm, trying to coax him to stand back up.

Hector just curled more onto himself, clutching at his stomach like his organs were about to spill on the sidewalk.

He was bright red, white spotches on his face and neck and his throat was bobbing dangerously with each deep heaving breath.

"Told you...not to trust cheap places like that," Hector gritted out between breaths.

Arnie felt cold settling in his stomach. The food was bad and he ordered it, was about to eat to make Hector worry about him. This was way worse than any allergic reaction, this was downright food poisoning. This should have been him, not Hector.

"I'm so sorry. Hold on to me." He managed to free one of Hector's hands and pull it around his shoulders, tagging at him to get him up.

Hector groaned, but let Arnie hoist him up. It was a fragile position, because Hector was two times Arnie's size, all muscle and height while Arnie had the slim built of a teenage boy.

Hector swayed on his feet and Arnie wrapped his arm around his back while supporting his chest with the other. If Hector fell down, he would take Arnie with him, no stopping it.

"Okay, steady. Don't fall down," Arnie begged.

Hector burped, then doubled over Arnie's arm and vomited again, chunky pieces of dark and light pink sushi all over the ground. The smell had Arnie's nose wrinkling in disgust and he held his breath, planting both legs apart to find a stable center.

A woman and a kid passing by scrambled away quickly with a squeal.

Hector's shoulders rolled with another heave, all muscles in his jaw clenching and tensing as he fought against the next wave, but it came all the same, another chunky slimy mess. At least it shot up with such force it didn't hit any of them yet, though it sprayed around as it hit the concrete with a splash.

"A-are you okay?" Arnie hated the anxiety that made his voice sound all small and childish but there it was.

Hector spat out a pink frothy mouthful on the ground, straightening up at his question. "Good-uuuuuurp-I'm good. A bench you said?"

"Yeah, right over there." Arnie used all his strength to turn Hector around and guide him towards the bench. He was left sweaty and out of breath by the time they made the five steps towards it, Hector swaying with each movement in a different direction.

Hector collapsed on the wood gratefully, immediately spreading his legs and bracing on his knees to burp loudly on the ground. Nothing came up this time, but his stomach had a piercing angry growl that had Arnie jumping up.

Hector moaned, one hand back to clutch at the top of his belly, hanging his head. It was terrifying how someone stronger than the world could be reduced to a shaking mess by food.

And it was all Arnie's fault.

The blond sat down on the bench as gently as he could, hands on Hector's back and upper arm, quickly soaking with sweat.

"Feeling any better? It's not even been an hour since you ate, maybe you will get rid of it and feel better soon," Arnie said pleadingly, clasping Hector's shoulder as a sudden heave had him wincing.

"Everything's-... everything's spinning. Where..." Hector blinked several times, one hand still on his stomach but the other sneaking over towards his younger brother.

Arnie grabbed the hand quickly, clutching it tightly. "You feel dizzy?" This was getting worse and worse. He was seriously afraid now.

Hector shut his eyes, grimacing as he took deep erratic breaths.

"We need help. I can't get you anywhere like this. I'll call an ambulance." Anyone or anything to get Hector from looking like that, face contorting in pain.

"Nahhhh...I'm kay-justbadfoodsnonsnese..."

"Yeah, but your shadow won't work on food poisoning and you are slurring your words and-" Arnie pressed his face into Hector's shoulder trying to calm down enough to think. He couldn't just panic and leave Hector like this.

Would an ambulance work though? What if Hector's shadow acted up? It was fine now, not even budging, but that’s because Hector was used to Arnie. A bunch of strangers when he was confused, dizzy and in pain? Bad combination for a wolf. He could rip someone's head off and not notice.

There was only one solution. Ironically enough, Arnie would get his wish after all.

Still holding Hector's hand tight, he reached with his free hand to his pocket to get his phone out. The panic and the fact it was his left hand made him clumsy, but Isaiah's number was still there from yesterday.

Isaiah picked up on the first ring. "He-"

"Isaiah, thank god," Arnie interrupted. "You have to come get us. Hector's super sick, he can't even walk or see straight and I can't- I need to get him home, but maybe he needs a hospital? What if he needs a hospital, how d-do I k-know? I have no one to call, you know how angry he would be if I called someone from the pack in his state- can you come?"

"Arnie. Arnie calm down, you are talking too fast. Deep breaths. I'll come wherever you want. Now where are you?"

"At the park behind the mall? You know the big one in the centrum, I-I don't know w-what it's called..." Arnie was all but choking on tears right now.

Hector's grip on his hand tightened and he was heaving again, loud and horse guttural sounds accompanying the process. White pink vomit covered the ground between his legs and there was puke hanging from his nose and chin.

"I know where it is. I'll be there in a sec, you hear? It's going to be okay."

Hector made another horrible sound, moaning between burps. Arnie still held his hand, pressed between Hector's straining stomach and his tight.

"Arnie? What's wrong with Hector? Is he hurt?" Isaiah's voice was smooth and calm, holding the worry deep behind.

Arnie latched onto the sound. "No, but he ate really bad sushi and-"

Hector groaned at the mention like a hurt animal.

"And it hit him out of nowhere and he can't stop throwing up and Isaiah pleasepelasehurry..."

Hector gave him a side long glance, straightening up. His chin was slimy with spit and puke and Arnie realzied he didn't even have handkerchiefs on him.

"I'm on my way." Isaiah hang up.

Hector looked dazed, leaning back, rubbing at his stomach. It still looked full and distended, a sliver of skin sticking out from under his white shirt. Sweat run down his neck, creating a dark splotch around the collar.

"Feeling any better?" Arnie asked hopefully.

"Feeling awful. But it's fine. Stop crying, geez. It's not like it will kill me." Hector let his head hang back, voice raspy like he gurgled glass, sniffling. His hands hovered towards his face but he didn't dare touch it.

"I-I'm not crying!" Arnie protested, quickly swiping the back of his hand over his eyes to get rid the moisture. "You just look super bad, that's all."

Hector burped, cheeks puffing out with the movement. "Stop panicking and get me some napkins or something."

Arnie stood up at the order, Hector's face did look awful all covered in puke and saliva..."I can't leave you like this. Isaiah's on his way. Just a minute."

"The heck you calling him for?" Hector complained, rubbing at his chest, working out an airy burp. "Just caught me off guard, that's all."

"You can't walk and you are too heavy for me to-"

"No, you are just too tiny," Hector teased with a weak half-smile.

Arnie sat back down on the bench in relief. He knew what Hector was doing, playing it off like that, but it worked all the same.

"I'm so sorry," Arnie clutched his pants on his knees, "I should have been the one sick, not you."

Hector closed his eyes, head still leaning back, lips locked tight together. The stench from the puddle of vomit between his feet probably wasn't making it better. "What's that about? You couldn't have known it was bad."

Hector's stomach let out an unhappy gurgle, making the older blond wince and hiccup. "Ugggggh. Feels like there is a storm in my insides." He gulped down audibly.

"The nausea coming back?" Arnie said, palming Hector's arm anxiously.

Fortunately, that's when Isaiah appeared from the other side of the mall where Arnie now noticed the parking lot.

Isaiah quickly assessed the situation, frowning at both of them in concentration, a backpack half-heartedly thrown over one shoulder.

"Hello there. You need a ride home?"

"That would be fantastic," Arnie said, shooting up and tackling Isaiah in a hug. He was so glad they had someone to call, all but forgetting about his previous plan. He knew Isaiah would come, but it really counted now.

Isaiah huffed, staggering back a little, hugging him back with one arm. He squeezed Arnie's shoulders once, before sitting down next to Hector.

Hector didn't open his eyes, though his lips curled in a grimace. "Geez, I'm the one sick and the two are having the time of their lives."

Isaiah rolled his eyes, getting a bunch of paper towels from the backpack and handing them over to Hector. The sick man eagerly cleaned his chin and blew his nose.

"Let's see," Isaiah planted a hand against Hector's cheek. "You don't have a fever. How is your stomach?"

Hector's eyebrows drew together and he straightened, moving away from the touch. "Cramping like hell, but manageable. Really, you are totally useless at this point. The fun part's over."

"That's good, at least you won't puke in the car. Ready to go?" Isaiah handed Arnie a small bag with all the dirty paper towels. The youngest quickly scooped them up and threw them in the nearest trashcan, happy to have something to do.

It was amazing how quickly both of them calmed down when Isaiah showed up. Hector was putting himself together for Arnie's sake before, but despite his words, his shoulders sagged in relief and his face went from angry strained red to only a bit sickly white.

"We are going to my place this time," Hector warned, which had Arnie's eyebrows shooting up in question.

Hector obediently leaned forward though, sidestepping the mess on the grass to get up.

Isaiah grabbed Hector's arm to help him stand, reaching to wrap his own around his back, but Hector stepped away. "Keep your grabby hands to yourself. I can walk." He swayed on unsteady feet, but kept himself upwards, which Arnie counted as a win.

Isaiah said nothing, slightly amused. He took the backpack that had Arnie wondering what other first help things he got into it to make it so big and the trio got on their way.

"Front or back?" Isaiah asked once they reached the car.

Hector eyed Isaiah's car with a frown. It was an older model of Audi. Not too fancy or obvious, but that was a quality vehicle.

Hector didn't answer, opening the back door and sitting down, though he didn't close it, lips pressed tightly together. Arnie wasn't sure if he was fuming at being helped, at how cool the car model was or if he was getting sick again.

Isaiah shrugged, sliding the backpack to the back seats next to Hector and starting the engine.

That's when Hector let out a loud belch and leaned forward, legs out of the car and braced against the door. He spat on the ground, his body going rigid.

Arnie hurried to his side, hand on his shoulder. "Starting again?"

"No-I just...fuck, give me a second." He was breathing fast again, grimacing, his stomach making loud bubbling noises Arnie could hear even over the running engine.

Arnie could hear the liquid running up Hector's throat before his brother leaned forward with a retch.

The first wave was small, pinkish in colour, but the next one was big and thick, all bright pink and orange. Hector was hurling it out with a force that had him almost face-diving to the ground, weren't it for Arnie's hold.

"That's disgusting," Hector panted, mouth hanging open. Arnie noticed Isaiah turned from behind the wheel to reach over, his hand now on Hector's back too.

Arnie hoped they weren't overwhelming him with all the touches, but Hector didn't seem to mind as another gush of puke joined the first one on the concrete with a loud splash. Arnie moved his feet away a little to save his shoes.

"You can't possibly have anything left in you," Arnie said in a stunned voice as Hector went from vomiting to a coughing fit, wrecking his whole frame.

"Huh, you wanna bet?" Hector said with a sound somewhere between a cough and a burp, leaning back. His face looked white and pinched again.

Isaiah had a bottle of water unscrewed and ready, holding it up for Hector.

The older blond took it and rinsed his mouth out before planting himself back on the seat, eyes shut and breathing fast, but getting slower.

Isaiah eyed him like he was an interesting puzzle to solve. His calm nerves had Arnie impressed. "Let's just drive. You can continue with that at home. The bag is right there, when you need it."

Hector muffled another burp, angrily looking at Arnie who took the offered bag, positioning it next to his sick brother.

The drive back was silent. Isaiah kept looking back at them in the mirror while Arnie watched Hector anxiously.

Hector, for his part, was tense and quiet, arms wrapped around his middle. He held himself as still as possible and Isaiah was driving carefully, but Arnie could tell the ride made it worse.

Just when they turned towards the building where Hector and Arnie shared an apartment, Hector suddenly grabbed for the bag and dry heaved over it for several minutes. The car stopped a long time ago, when he was finished, burping emptily into the bag, bringing up the smallest mouthful of brown-pink puke. It hit the plastic with a splash that had them all cringing.

Arnie was tired from the ordeal and he wasn't even the one being sick. The guilt burned his stomach like acid as he urged Hector to let go of the bag.

Isaiah circled the car, opening it, but Hector just sat unmovingly, sagging to the side.

Isaiah's expression softened. "I know you are wiped, bud. Almost home. You will lie down, sleep this off and be good as new." He cupped Hector's cheek gently, patting it until Hector's eyes unscrewed open. He didn't even have the energy to muster up a proper glare, sliding into Isaiah's ready arms.

Arnie was grateful for Isaiah's wolf strength as he held Hector up and dragged him inside, following after them with the backpack.

#emeto #sickfic #vomiting #emetophilia #food poisoning #hurt/comfort #my writing #werewolf wip #Hector

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torse · 8 months

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#pathologic #pathologic2 #pathologic 2 #морутопия #bad grief #stanislav rubin #food poisoning

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knight-lancelot · 4 months

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desperation

#belly kink #stomach ache #belly ache #belly sounds #fart kink #upset belly #burping #food poisoning #upset stomach #burping kink

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uremetomommy · 3 months

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I need more fat men who have round, nauseous tummies after a stuffing. I have a few videos on youtube that I’m rewatching through, and I genuinely need this genre to exist more.

Here’s a link to a youtube playlist I made of all of my favourite overstuffed nausea/vomit videos. Let me know if you have any recommendations.

#emeto #burping #emetophilia #irl emeto #vomiting #puke #irl vomit #drabble #irl #food poisoning

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thetownnarcoleptic · 7 months

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Clodsire is the absolute best and most delightful dollop of chocolate pudding ever to ooze it’s way into my cold dead heart

#pokémon #clodsire #sploot #squishy #dessert #food poisoning #literally #but seriously #don’t eat him #you’ll probably die

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excitementshewrote · 9 months

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#the simpsons #gif #homer simpson #sick #food poisoning #me

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bellysoupset · 6 months

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"Hi babygirl, where's daddy?" Leo overheard Jonah ask JD and he would've smiled and held the phrase over his boyfriend's head forever, wasn't it for the fact he was feeling absolutely wretched.

There was more rustling around and Leo could just picture him, stripping down the coat now that the weather was getting ugly again, kissing JD's head even though he denied that he did that, checking her food and water bowl… Walking in the bedroom, "Leo?"

"Here," he croaked from the bathroom and heard Jonah's steps, before the door was pushed. He hadn't had the time to properly shut it when bolting to the bathroom and had only kicked it ajar so JD wouldn't get in.

Leo could only imagine what a pitiful image he was, still in his tux, draped on the ground and gagging fruitlessly over the toilet.

"What the hell?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, stopping at the door. It wasn't fair that Leo was feeling like a pathetic mess and Jonah looked like he was auditioning as the romantic lead of a hospital drama.

"Hi," Leo groaned, resting his cheek on the toilet seat, hygiene be damned. Jonah frowned, moving closer and crouching down.

"What the hell happened?" his soft hands came to cup Leo's cheeks and he could've cried from the relief they brought against his clammy skin.

"Uhm…" He leaned on his boyfriend's touch, "we had a party…-" Leo groaned, moving his head so he could burp wetly over the toilet. He coughed and spat, taking a second before continuing, "at the office… I don't think the cake was right."

"Amazing," Jonah said, distaste dripping from his voice. He planted a hand on Leo's back, rubbing it up and down and forcing up a small burp, "have you been here for long?"

"Started feeling sick as soon as I left…" Leo answered, his stomach was long empty, but still churning, "threw up- Threw up in the parking lot."

He heard Jonah let out a huff, then he started tugging on Leo's tux jacket, stripping it down. Leo let out a groan, now having nothing to do with how queasy he felt and everything with how gross he felt.

He had sweat through his button up and there was the start of a pizza sweat stain under his arm on the jacket, let alone the shirt. He had managed to dab the puke off his tie, but it was wet and disgusting all the same.

"I look horrible," he whined and Jon let out a chuckle, pushing the jacket fully off and balling it up, throwing it under the sink.

"You've seen better days," he said diplomatically and Leo glared at him, before his stomach cramped again and he was forced to turn his attention away. He planted a hand over the upset organ, pressing it in with a grimace.

"I'm going to fucking sue Sandra," he said darkly and Jonah grinned, grabbing his arms and pulling Leo up easily. The blonde stumbled when the sudden change of position made his head spin, collapsing to the left and against Jon's chest, causing him to let out a surprised gasp.

"Are you sure it's just bad food?" he asked, hand once again coming to cup Leo's forehead and the other man nodded, stumbling to the sink and leaning over it with a sigh.

"Yeah, I was… Feeling fine before-" the memory of the birthday cake had his mouth salivating all over again and Leo let out a moan, grabbing on the sink with one hand, while pushing himself to lean over the toilet and gag.

His stomach was long empty, half of it painting the parking lot, half of it in the toilet, but that didn't stop Leo from gagging for another five minutes, until Jonah grabbed his shoulder and forced him to straighten up, fanning his face.

"You're empty, Leo," Jonah said, pushing him back towards the sink and opening the faucet, splashing some cool water on his face, "deep breaths, baby."

He obeyed, filling his mouth up with water and swishing it around before spitting the terrible sweet taste. Leo glared at his reflection, he was already a pale guy, but now he looked damn near translucent. Jonah caught his eyes on the mirror and Leo let out a scoff, letting his head hang.

"Go away," he groaned, "I can't even look at you."

"You're being ridiculous," Jonah grinned, far too amused for Leo's taste. However, he did get out of the bathroom, causing the blonde to pout and let out a whine. He didn't mean it when he asked Jon to go away.

"Jon...?" Leo stumbled out, exhausted. He fell on the bed with a heavy sigh and attempted to undo his tie, before giving up and falling on his back on the soft mattress, pressing his forearm to his eyes to block the yellow overhead light.

His stomach was still rumbling, loudly, and Leo swallowed the acid back down. He felt like everything he had ever eaten was trying to come up.

"Here," Jonah said softly and then Leo realized he had turned off the lights and opened their balcony's glass door, since the orange haze disappeared and a breeze entered the room, "drink this."

"No," Leo scrunched up his face, rolling on his side and gagging when the change of positions made more acid splash on his throat. He swallowed it back, wrapping his arms around his stomach. It was bloated and pressing painfully against his social paints, his belt digging into it, the sweaty shirt annoyingly scratching it.

"Don't be a prick," the bed moved as Jonah sat on the edge and grabbed his bicep, rolling Leo slightly so he could look him in the face, "this will help."

"I'm just gonna hurl it up," Leo gulped down, nervously looking at the tiny measuring cup Jon was holding, filled with bright pink liquid.

"Well, if you don't take the medicine the chances of you hurling increase regardless, it's a no win situation," Jonah rolled his eyes and Leo glared at him, not one bit amused by the way his boyfriend's lips were curling in an entertained smile.

"Do you like seeing me suffer?" he scoffed, forcing himself to sit up and promptly pitching to the side, to avoid letting out a sick belch right on Jonah's face. When he straightened up, Jon's amused smile had diminished.

"No, I really don't," Jonah pushed the cup in his hand, "but you're being cute, so I can't help it."

"Cute?" Leo made a face as he swallowed the thick viscous liquid in one gulp, stomach revolting immediately. He clamped a hand over his lips, spine rolling with queasiness and gagged, the pepto rocketing up, before he managed to swallow it back down. When he managed to open his eyes again, there were little tears clinging to his lashes and Jonah had jumped from his spot, to avoid being puked on.

"Please, don't puke on the bed," Jonah said and Leo nodded, gulping down again.

"I'm fine," he said, his voice deep and breathless.

Jonah raised a skeptical brow, causing Leo to sigh, wiping the sweat off his upper lip.

"Really, I'm ok. I'm not gonna puke... For now, I guess."

Jon tsked under his breath, moving closer and eyeing him up and down, "you're disgusting," he said and when Leo recoiled in shock and hurt, he quickly added, "the sweat, I meant the sweat, not you!"

"Uhm," Leo squinted at him, not one bit reassured, "don't be a dick, I feel really horrible, Jon..."

"I know," Jonah's voice softened up, "I know, baby, I'm not trying to be a dick. You need to get out of these clothes, wash the sweat away. I promise you'll feel better..."

He didn't want to be a baby, but Leo was feeling really nauseous and he wanted to be cooed and cared for. He leaned forward, forehead meeting Jonah's shoulder and let out a groan, his eyes stinging when tears sprung up, his stomach sloshing uncomfortably and forcing up a hiccup.

"I don't wanna be disgusting..."

"I didn't mean it like that, love," Jonah sighed, rubbing his back, sweat be damned, "I'm sorry."

All he got as an answer was Leo sniffling, his stomach groaning loud enough that Jon could hear it.

"C'mere," he made the executive decision of getting Leo in a shower, "come oooon," Jonah wrapped an arm around his back, forcing his boyfriend to move, heart squeezing when he saw how red Leo's eyes were. He hated the idea it was his damn comment that was making him cry.

Jonah dragged Leo back to the bathroom, turning on the shower, one arm still wrapped around the other man. He turned around while the water heated up, undoing Leo's tie and busying himself unbuttoning his shirt, avoiding his boyfriend's sad gaze. He was already feeling guilty enough.

"Uhmm, don't do that..." Leo mumbled, once Jonah's hands dropped to his pants, unbuckling his belt. Jon felt, since his knuckles were pressed to Leo's now naked stomach, a sickening growl rumble through the blonde's belly.

"Leo?"

Leo squeezed his eyes shut, breathing shallowly, before he whipped around, throwing the toilet lid up with all force and heaving. Jonah cringed, muffling a gag of his own as he saw the vomit hitting the water, pink and brown.

He moved closer, planting a hand on Leo's shoulder and squeezing it, but didn't crouch down. The bathroom smelt sweet and Jonah gulped down his lunch when it tried crawling up his throat.

Leo let out a moan, snaking an arm around his belly and spitting the thick saliva clinging to his bottom lip, "how the fuck am I not empty yet...?"

Jonah grimaced, keeping his eyes fixed on the falling water of the shower, "done?"

Instead of an answer, he heard another sick hiccup and Leo gagging, more liquid hitting the water. Jonah swallowed convulsively. He really didn't want to puke when he was supposed to be comforting his boyfriend... His stomach turned as he felt Leo's shoulders shake with yet another productive heave.

"I'm sorry," Jon said hurriedly, letting go off him and rushing out of the bathroom. He stumbled into the bedroom, planting his hands to his knees as he folded in half with a heave. It didn't bring up anything - thankfully, Leo would never stop giving him shit if he had left the bathroom just to throw up in their bedroom -, but made his eyes sting.

Behind him, he heard the toilet flushing and then Leo's pitiful voice as he croaked, "Jon...?"

"I'm here, sorry," Jonah forced his stomach to stay put, taking a deep breath and walking back in. Leo had closed the toilet and stripped down his pants. He was sitting on the now closed toilet with one arm wrapped around his stomach, other elbow planted on his knee and hand cradling his head.

"Sorry," he groaned when Jon walked in, "didn't mean to make you sick..."

"You didn't," Jonah grabbed his bicep, "shower now, I promise you'll feel better..."

With some effort he managed to manhandle Leo inside the shower box, the blonde collapsing against the opposite wall and letting out a relieved groan as the water washed up the sweat.

Jonah was about to breath out in relief himself when Leo blinked dizzily, his hand darting out to grab on the wall.

"Jon..." he swayed on the spot and Jonah stepped forward before he could think better of it, groaning when he realized a second too late that in his hurry to stop Leo from faceplanting the ground he had stepped right under the stream. The hot water soaked through his henley and his pants.

"Leo, hey... Are you with me?"

"Yeah," Leo nodded, breathing through his mouth, "just got up too fast..." he planted his forehead to the glass that was already fogging up, "I need to sit down, my stomach is cramping like crazy."

"Okay, love, let me just-" Jonah wasn't sure of what to do first, but eventually he managed to get Leo sitting in the still empty bathtub, turning on the water to fill it up while he stripped of his now drenched clothes.

Leo leaned forward, hugging his knees to his chest, resting his cheek upon them and watching Jonah through his limp, wet bangs, "are you gonna join me?"

"It's big enough," Jonah shrugged, "and I'm freezing."

"Uhm," Leo smiled, before grimacing as another cramp went through him, "how's it possible I'm still so fucking queasy...?"

"You got food poisoning," Jon rolled his eyes, removing his watch and crossing the bathroom, "move."

"Your bedside manners are atrocious," Leo grumbled, moving forward so Jonah could slip behind him. He heard his boyfriend let out a huff, but then Jon's hands were in his shoulders, pulling Leo to lie against his chest and splashing warm water down his back.

"I'll have you know I'm a fucking delight," Jonah scoffed, humid hands wiping the sweat away from Leo's forehead, "you're like a magnet for germs, I've never seen anything like that."

Leo let out an unhappy noise, turning his head so his nose met Jon's collarbone and sighing, "it's not my fault."

"It's a little bit your fault for eating the cake," Jon said lightly, but there was no heat to his voice. He pressed a kiss to Leo's brow when the blonde let out a queasy groan at the mention of food.

"Shut up," Leo moved even closer, all but squishing Jonah against the bathtub and grabbing his hand, planting it on his sick belly, "rub my tummy."

"You're such a little shit," Jonah rolled his eyes, but obeying without even thinking, his hands tracing the now puffed out outline of Leo's abs.

"No one will ever believe you," Leo grinned, then groaned, cupping his mouth to muffle a sick belch when Jonah pressed on the side of his bloated belly, "gross..."

Jon let out a huff in agreement, resting his chin on Leo's shoulder and starting to space out as he continued the belly rub, thumbs working in little circles on either side of his boyfriend's stomach and then meeting in the middle. Working up a string of relieved, sickening burps.

He wasn't sure how long had passed, but the water was cold already when suddenly Jonah was snapped back to present with a noise. He glanced down, "Leo? Are you gonna be sick...?"

Instead of a gag, though, what answered him was a snore. Jonah chuckled, raising his eyebrows at the sight of Leo slumped against his left arm, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Sound asleep.

"Unbelievable."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #food poisoning #leo wagner #no excuse just jon/leo brainworms

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