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I'm in the fluffiest mood lately, so how about a no stakes sickfic. Movie night and the trip (Matt, Sel/Zaya) are home and decide to put on something like spiderverse or smth else, point being, either Isaiah or Matt gets super motion sick from it

Something fluffy it is. Thank you for the ask, Soup!!💙

Cinema sickness

The middle position was the best.

Matthew didn't notice when exactly they started to fight for it like that, but it was increasingly a place one of them got as special treat.

Like of course, when Isaiah was having his not so heart episodes that Seline still didn't know the cause of or when he was emotional. Then it wad Seline herself with a fever. She also usurped the spot most openly when she was well.

Matthew was a little too embarrassed to be that forward. Not when he was feeling fine.

They bought a camera projector they have been saving for a few months. Seline dreamed about the home cinema early on and Isaiah was such a movie buff, it was only to be expected.

Matthew found the cinema experience tiresome because of all the people, so their own private living room cinema because of the projector? Sounded fun. Though the cinema made for good people training.

"You guys didn't watch the second Spiderverse movie yet, right?" Seline said, taking control of the chromcast with her phone to put it on.

"I didn't see the first one either," Matthew grumbled as she climbed up between him and Isaiah who was scrolling through IMDb. He had a thing for ratings, while Seline loved comments and spoilers.

Matthew considered himself the only sane and commonly invested movie person. He liked to get surprised.

"The animation is out of this world. The first movie got an Oscar for it too, but they went overboard and beyond with the second. Each universe has a different animation style! It's the perfect movie for a cinema." Seline waved her phone in front of Matthew enthusiastically.

"Isn't animation for children?"

Isaiah and Seline both gave him scandalised looks. "In what hole did you live until now for such an outdated opinion?" Isaiah asked teasingly.

Matthew rolled his eyes. Didn't look like he would have a say today.

"I don't think you need the first one to understand," Seline said thoughtfully as she put the movie on. "They explain it pretty well, plus I can always explain things to you if you need it."

"You are still more of a fan of the first one, aren't you?" Isaiah said, bumping against her. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder, all three of them.

"I think the character development is simply better there? Also the relationships. The focus on bad mentor and a confused kid and different father figured...this one goes more into the romance storyline-"

"The focus just shifts from him to her's all-"

Matthew shook his head. "Alright, quit it. I want to see for myself."

The movie looked like a very expensive video game. The animation really was something else. Matthew understood quickly they would not be able to film stuff like this for real.

So many colours and so much quick movement. Their living room wall was basically flickering, going from one side of the colour spectrum to the next at rapid speed that had his head spinning.

How could there be so much happening on the screen? It was downright impossible to catch it all.

His eyes felt tired from it. It was all so fast and coupled with the music it was downright aggressive.

Matthew didn't notice when, but the left side of his head felt like someone held it in a vice grip. The more he watched and tried to make sense of what was happening, the more his left temple pounded in unison with his heart.

He found himself shaking his head to clear his vision, rubbing at the side of his face. He even tried closing one eye and then the other. But the images just kept coming and there was some kind of dramatic scene with spidermen all over the screen and damn, his head really hurt.

Seline was leaning her head against Isaiah's shoulder, her legs stretched out and touching them both. Her lap seemed very inviting.

Matt leaned to the side experimentally. He wanted to go slow and see how that would be taken, but the possibility of getting some cover from the screen was getting more irresistible by the second.

He slumped down into Seline's lap, twisting so his face was against her stomach. The lights were all over the living room, reaching even to the windows and the kitchen. No hiding from them.

Matthew closed his eyes, face buried in Seline's belly. He secured her from squirming with his arm over her torso, stretched out all the way to Isaiah's tight. If the other wolf wanted to protest or made any move of displeasure, Matt would quickly notice from that position.

His head hurt. Why just the left side of his face? It was tingling.

Everything was moving too much. The dizzying spinning sensation didn't quite go away, although he had his eyes squeezed shut and wasn't looking.

Not to mention he was starting to feel vaguely queasy, his dinner sloshing in his stomach angrily.

"Mattie, you aren't watching," Seline admonished softly. Her hand went into his hair though, petting it softly. He melted under her touch, grateful for a pleasant feeling to focus on.

Suddenly there was the incredible sound of the movie stopping.

"Matt? You tired?" Isaiah asked, shifting somewhere behind his head.

"Mhhhhhhhhmmmm." Was he that obvious? Suspicious? He wanted to stay huddled there in the softness, thanks.

Isaiah's hand landed on his arm. The older wolf reserved his touches for when Matthew felt sick. But they were so physically close these days, because of Seline of course, no other reason, Matthew kind of craved it, even when he didn't need it.

Or maybe it would count now. But he didn't want to ruin the celebratory mood by being a baby. It was a stupid children's movie, for God's sake.

"We can just call it a night, I think. Continuation tomorrow," Isaiah suggested, ever the peace keeper trying to accommodate everyone.

It sounded nice to not continue the movie in any case. But going to bed created a new set of problems.

Matthew would have to move.

Seline wiggled under his head. "You are heavy," she said playfully. She seemed more open to the gesture than Matthew expected. For no reason at all.

Matthew hummed non-committalally not sure how to explain or escape his predicament without losing his dinner. His stomach was churning angrily and his head was still pounding, sound or not.

Isaiah chucked. "You can sleep here for all I care, but at least let the lady get her PJs."

Matthew huffed at that, but opening his mouth wasn't a good idea. A little burp escaped, muffled against Seline's ribcage.

Seline's fingers in his hair stilled. "Mattie? You feeling alright?"

Did she notice that he got burpy when he was about to spew? He could just be full. Damn it all, the risks of living with people so closely.

Another burp, this time a little louder and wetter. Matthew pressed his face closer into Seline's shirt. It smelled of rain and ozone and grapefruit.

He felt both of their gazes on him without looking. They were probably mouthing something to each other at this point. He could picture it vividly.

The pain in his left temple spiked and he moaned quietly.

Seline's cold hand cupped his nape, stroking his neck up to his cheek where she could reach.

"...If I move, I'll hurl," he admitted finally, figuring he should inform her of the danger she was currently in.

The sigh came from Isaiah though, as the raven haired man moved gently away from the sofa into the direction of the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Is your belly upset?"

Jesus, that sounded childish when she said it like that. Not to mention that weird new Mattie nickname.

"Headhurtss," he manged to get through his gritted teeth, still entirely muffled against her stomach. It was quiet, churning only gently, like a purring cat.

"Has it been hurting for long?" She sounded amazingly calm considering he was lying across her lap. "You seemed fine to me," she said with puzzlement. He could imagine the way her forehead creased, a little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she thought back about the evening.

He opened his mouth the respond, but another burp rushed out instead. Pocket of air against her stomach. Saliva was flooding his mouth.

Matthew loosed his hold on her reluctantly, turning so he would be lying on her knees. He covered his eyes with his hands. "Ow."

Seline placed her hands on both sides of his face. "Where?" Her voice was impossibly soft.

He pushed her cool hand - how was it so cool? - against the left side of his forehead.

He felt more than saw two of her fingertips on his temple, making tiny circular movements against it. She bowled over him, her lips hovering over his ear. "How is this? Should I stop?"

"No, that's nice," he said, relaxing a little. The gentle pressure felt good against the pain, though his stomach was still roiling.

Isaiah came back then, the sofa dipping under his weight as he knelt on Matthew's other side. "I got a bowl if you need it."

"Not the nice popcorn bowl, come on," Seline complained, lifting her head.

"It's big and deep," Isaiah protested, sounding amused.

Matthew groaned at the banter. The headache was giving away a bit at the message, but the nausea rose steadily no matter what he did. He felt air in his throat and spit flooding his mouth. He didn't want to move away from Seline's fingers or the attention, but his stomach cramped angrily then.

It had him shooting up into general direction of up. Except he felt dizzy right away, swaying and moaning.

Isaiah grabbed his shoulder to steady him.

Matthew held his eyes shut against the spinning of the room, trusting him to have the bowl at the right place, cause he couldn't aim. His head exploded on his left side with the sensation and puke rocketed into his mouth.

He was right to trust him. The vomit made a splashing sound against the bowl without him even looking, Isaiah holding it under hid chin.

Seline's hands came to cup his forehead from behind. "You are okay, you are okay. Just get it up."

Matthew gave in to his body completely then, a little more voluntarily at the support. His senses were all over the place. He couldn't tell which was was up and down and his left side of the face as pounding and burning from warmth.

More waves of vomit came, easier to bring up now that he wasn't fighting it. When he thought he would catch a break, a loud burp brought in one more splash and then two more. His back arched, only Isaiah's hold on his shoulder keeping him upright. The sofa was moving like a water bed.

When he was finished, he spat the rest of the foul taste and slumped blindly back into Seline's lap. He wanted her nice scent and her cool hands and the little message against his temple that had a drilling machine against it.

"Better now?" she asked, her hands on his face just like he wanted, stroking his cheek and forehead.

"Mhhhhhhhhhmmmm." There was a relief from the nausea, but he was still afraid to open his eyes.

He could vaguely sense Isaiah's movements as he got rid of the bowl, returned to position it next to Matthew. Then circled around, fitting himself into the opening between Matthew's side and the sofa.

Matthew wasn't sure when vomiting because a group activity, or if he shouldn't apologise or feel embarrassed for making a fool of himself.

He sighed contendly as Seline went back to massaging his temple. Isaiah was rubbing his arm gently, as if to remind him he was there.

And who was Matthew to refuse the middle spot?

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Too many people

Hector gets sick on the subway and meets someone new.

Subway was the classic Vienna experience.

Hector knew wolves had been avoiding it and he knew for a good reason - small space, too many people, cut off from outside air, claustrophobic to be underground - which made him want to try it all the more.

Maybe he would show them all off by being the one wolf who liked subways just fine.

Not to mention, he was kind of late today and subways were everywhere, especially around uni, where he needed to get. Asap.

The first station or two were fine. His natural dangerous aura, even without his shadow - he wasn't such a brute as to show it off in public - scared most people off to give him space. He was sprawling in a four seat all alone, and the subway even went above ground for a while giving him a nice view. Almost like a tram, just faster.

But then they crossed a bigger station and suddenly there wasn't enough place for the thickness of the crowd. Nobody cared who was sitting or stand whom on the toes, people went in with speed, as if expecting the bodies would make space on their own.

Man, they were willing to stand in the funking door, delaying the whole ride, just to get a shot!

Hector was quite miffed about all of that, when he was forced against the window and the subway ran in the tunnel for good five stops already.

The air changed, warmer and stickier with all the bodies.

Hector didn't understand humans didn't mind to be pressed against so many strangers. Whole sides, hands gripping the same pole, breathing right into each other's faces.

He was handling it well though. So he was a little compressed by the shoulders and legs of everyone, and yes, these strangers were touching him, which made his skin crawl and his shadow curl up allergically - but he was fine. Deep breaths. Nothing was wrong.

Except the smell of sweaty palms and the guy pressed up next to him all but screaming his ear off into his phone - did the guy thing it was fine to be so loud, just cause he wasn't speaking in German? What the hell! That didn't bother people any less!

Hector was considering he would simply get out a bit sooner than his stop and run the rest of the way. Wasn't like he was quitting, he would just get a bit exercise done before class.

But then the subway stopped. Just stopped in the middle of fucking nowhere, black tunnel behind and in front of them.

The voice apologised with no hint of emotion for a bit of a 'delay' and nobody protested.

Now Hector looked around at people blindly hypnotised by their phones or talking into their earphones, scandalised nobody minded.

He needed a distraction. His chest was tight, he couldn't stop fidgeting and the sensation of the shoulder digging into him made him feel like ants were biting all over it. Oh god, he really shouldn't have risked a subway...

Then his eyes landed on the girl opposite him. She was the only one not on her phone, instead doodling something on her notebook. With a pencil.

Huh. Hector didn't have a use for pencil since grade school.

She had short black hair he wouldn't have guessed for a girl, a bit chubby face, and a red beanie. In that overheated subway, no less. Crazy.

As Hector watched her, cheek pressed into the cool window separating him from unending darkness and the walls of the tunnel, he noticed her eyes darting up to someone and then back to her paper.

Up and back down. The tip of her tongue came up in the corner of her mouth from concentration.

Was she drawing the passengers themselves?

Hector straightened up, craning his neck to get a glimpse. And truly, there it was. She draw the people on the subway, the man with the suitcase, the girl with blue and red pigtails, the grandmother with a small child on the four seat set next to them.

They didn't look real, they had this round animated like quality to them, but they were recognizable and consistent.

And there. That one in the corner of the notebook was him. A deep frown etched into a hard face, bushy eyebrows.

He cackled out loud at that.

The girl jumped up at the sound, the only one near without anything plugging her ears. Her eyes were big and round, smokey gray colour he never saw before.

He grinned at her. "That's me."

She frowned at him. "It's rude to look."

"But you drew me. Surely I have the right to see."

She wrapped her arms around the notebook, pressing it against her chest. "No, you don't. Look somewhere else."

Hector snorted. Defiant one. Did she not know he was a wolf? She stuck her chin at him in the way a human shouldn't to a predator, revealing her throat, meeting his eyes in challenge she couldn't possibly win.

He tried to stare her down, which only made her cheeks puff out indignantly in a cute way.

Ignorant human maybe? Well, Hector was trained and experienced enough to handle a human that didn't know how to act safe around wolves. He just didn't have to do it in such a tight space before.

The subway finally moved with a huge jerk and no warning. People fell left and right over each other.

One guy with a giant backpack fell to the side right into the middle in the small space between the knees of Hector's four set of seats. The guy turned around himself, looked through the window and then turned again.

A giant clumsy turtle, the fool, cause his backpack went right into the girl.

She squeaked, covering her face with her hands. He would have freaking smashed it with how stuffed that bag was.

Hector shot up before he decided to move, suddenly standing in that crowded twitching subway, his arm between the girl and the turtle guy, like a protective cage.

"You asshole! Could have thrown me off my feet!" Turtle guy said, trying to turn again to get a look at Hector.

Hector growled at him, straightening up as the guy twisted around to glare and immediately shrunk back at Hector's size and deadly expression.

"You almost made her into a pancake," Hector said angrily, just a tone away from a growl.

The guy went pale, stepping away, crushing into the mass of bodies. Didn't stop him from trying to slither through to the other side of the wagon, elicting a series of groans from the other passengers.

Now Hector had a different problem. The subway jerked and turned savagely, and he was in the very precarious position of standing. Holding onto the back of the girl's seat, he was fighting his own weight with the next yank as gravity tried to send him against her.

Her smoky grey eyes were wide as she stared at him. This close to her, her smell was striking. Something like sour fruit, lemon and raspberry.

When the subway made another dangerous turn, Hector's legs all but sliding down and pressing against hers, her hands actually shot up to his shoulders to steady him.

He wanted to recoil from the sudden touch, but it did stabilize him as the stop came and finally some of the people trickled out.

Hector breathed hard, sliding into the seat next to her as it emptied, his legs feeling like jelly, sweating from the strain of resisting the subway's movements.

"Thank you," she said meekly, still uncomfortably close. Her leg was pressed against his, her arm against his arm, though even in sitting she was way shorter than him.

He could tell she was trying to keep a distance, but he also had no choice. People got out, changed and filled the small wagon again, pressing at him from the other side to push against her in turn.

He really needed to get out.

Even sitting down, his stomach was rolling with the movements, his senses overwhelmed. Sweat was covering his skin on his neck and down his back and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get rid of the horrible swaying sensation.

"Are-are you okay?"

He could vaguely feel her small warm hand on his shoulder, twitching under her touch. He was so tired of all the touching. He wanted out.

Hector covered half of his face with his hand, trying to breathe through the roiling in his gut he now recognized as nausea.

"Where is your stop?"

He shook his head, brain completely giving out on where he was going in the first place or on following the announcements.

"Okay, uhmm. Let's just get out on the next one? Maybe you just need some air," she said soothingly, getting to her feet. This usually worked to alarm the rest of the passengers for your desire to get off.

She circled around him, her hand on his other shoulder, coaxing him to stand up.

Hector did so, swaying and grabbing onto the nearest pole.

The subway came to a skidding stop that had him squeezing onto it for dear life, stomach flipping inside him.

The girl didn't have his grip, losing her balance at the halt and flying right into him and towards the floor.

Hector caught her around the waist on instinct, their bodies pressed tight together for a second as he dug his heels into the smooth moving ground.

She looked up at him, face against his chest, her citrus smell all he could think about.

Then his stomach flipped again and he hunched over her, hand against his mouth. Oh god, he didn't want to be trapped with the smell vomit here too...

The door opened and she caught him by the wrist, tagging him towards the exist.

Hector stumbled after her, half-blind.

Still underground. Silly people swarming everywhere.

"This way. Up the escalator and out. I know this stop, come on."

The way out was a blurr of darkness and moving bodies. Hector fought against the flipping, his breakfast splashing against the back of his throat. He swallowed compulsively, trying to get himself back under control.

Somehow she was right, taking a back exit and steps he wouldn't have noticed in the maze, leading him out into a small park.

Actual park, with trees and grass and a bit of open space to see the sky, even if buildings circled all of it.

Hector took a deep, relieved breath, finally not suffocating.

She smiled, her hand still around his wrist. "See, all bett-"

Hector took a step to the side, yanking his hand free and threw up all over the grass next to the exit. Hot chunky sandwich and coffee exploded from his lips in a violent heave.

The taste had him gagging all over, another, even thicker wave joining the mess. He didn't have time to breathe from how intense and overwhelming that felt, heaving violently, hands braced on his knees.

In the midst of that, her small hands landed on his lower back, rubbing gently.

He blinked the stress tears away, gagging one more time, but the flipping of his stomach was dying down.

The ground was solid, unmoving. The air was fresh. His shadow was staring to relax and the panicky feeling went away.

She still rubbed his back, as if she didn't know how sensitive it was for a wolf to be touched.

He couldn't believe he let her, it felt way too...invasive. But it was the most pleasant touch he felt all day and compared to all the bodies in the subway, hers was somehow fine. Friendly.

And he liked how she smelled.

"Y-" he interrupted himself with a burp as he straightened up, "your notebook-"

"It's fine. I have others at home," she said, though her face fell a little.

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head in protest, those giant smokey eyes directly meeting his face.

A shiver ran down his spine.

"No, it's okay. You saved me from getting my face smashed today. Twice." Her cheeks reddned in the cutest way. "Thank you."

He waved it away, motioning to the mess on the ground. "Thanks for...ehh...that."

She nodded.

"I'll get you back to your stop. Where were you going? High school?"

Her cheeks puffed out. "I'm a university student, thank you. I was going to the economy uni campus."

"You study economy?" Hector said with a raised eyebrow, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

"No, not exactly. But you guys have the best light in the study rooms. For drawing."

"How did you know what I'm studying?" he said with a small smirk.

Her lips quirked up. "Experienced guess. You look like those entitled economists."

He rolled his eyes. "My name is Hector."

She offered him her hand automatically, not catching on him not extending his own. Truly, no idea about wolves.

Or did she not even realize he was one?

He took her hand hesitantly, deciding he would tolerate one more touch, if it was her.

"I'm Olive," she said with a smile.

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