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secretobsessionstuff · 6 months

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i have a little set of blair/dakota scenes in my head i wanted to put in a request for please!! one night, they come home after a big dinner, overstuffed and cuddly. blair has indigestion but kota helps get the burps out and they go to sleep. but the next morning, blair is still bloated... and she realizes all that old food is about to be burped right back up. (maybe onto the blanket? toilet? cup by the bedside table?) ty ty!!

Hi anon! Thanks for the beautiful request and your infinite patience. 💙

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The only reservation they could make was at 9pm. It was a little late for Blair and Dakota’s liking since they both had work early the next morning, but they booked it anyway because they were craving sushi and conversation with each other after a long day at the office.

The sushi was cold and refreshing, while their conversation was warm and relaxing. Dakota and Blair reminisced over their first few dates while eating sashimi, spicy salmon salad, and sushi pizza. Blair laughed but enjoyed the Canadian invention of making sushi mimic pizza. A fried rice patty acted as the bread, with avocado, crab meat, mayonnaise and wasabi acting as the toppings.

They didn’t linger in the city for long after dinner. Their bed was calling to both of them by the time they cleaned their plates. Blair could have fallen asleep at the table, with the big meal rumbling in her belly. She got that sluggish over-stuffed feeling from all the food. After taking a swig of water to help her stomach digest, she burped deeply into the empty glass. She excused herself with an embarrassed laugh.

Together they stumbled up to the front door of their home, drunk on the lethargic feeling of eating too much. The growing nausea also reminded Blair of late-night drinking. Her cheeks felt hot and the fatigue in her bones made her wobble like an alcoholic.

Blair let out a heavy sigh as she fell onto the bed next to Dakota. Rubbing her full belly she said, “This is why I don’t like eating too close to bedtime. There’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep like this.” She was all bloated and squirmy, wiggling on the bed to find a comfortable position.

Dakota pulled her in close, seemingly determined to make her comfy. “I can rub your belly until you fall asleep.” He supressed the urge to say that he would rub something else and glide his hand passed her belly button, because he sensed that she was feeling more than a little full. Her tummy grumbled loudly, and she curled in on herself. He could feel the organ moving beneath his hand. Gurgles and light vibrations tickled his palm.

Blair pushed her back up against Dakota’s chest so that he spooned her. “Will you rub in big circles like you did the last time? Felt good.”

“Sure.” Dakota chuckled softly into her hair, then shooed the strands away that tickled his nose. “You fell asleep fast when I did that.”

“Let’s hope I do this time.” She burped into the pillow. “Mm, it’s late. I don’t like feeling so full.”

“Shh, just focus on the feeling of my hand on your tummy. Nothing else.” Dakota flattened his palm against her midriff. He circled all the way up to ger ribs and down to the waistline of her pajama pants, occasionally using his fingertips to add a light touch.

Blair must not have found his touch so light because she started to burp as soon as he made one circle around her middle. Her stomach tensed with each build up and release of gas. She shivered, tasting the memory of spicy sushi in the back of her throat. She was glad to be facing away from her boyfriend.

The belches just kept coming. Some were long and deep; others were quick but painful. It didn’t matter the size or intensity in the burps—nothing was making the indigestion go away. Dakota must have sensed her frustration because he gave her tummy a good push. The burp rumbled up from the pit of her stomach and splashed the back of her throat with a something spicy and unpleasant. She immediately shot up into a sitting position, slapping a hand over mouth. Acid reflux and nausea crawled up her throat.

“Sorry, honey.” Dakota pulled his hand back fast. The sound that gurgled in her throat made him worry that he nearly just made her puke. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to make it worse.”

Blair waited a beat before answering. Her throat moved as she swallowed down the close call. “I’m okay. It kinda helped.”

Blair’s pale face and wide eyes gave Dakota a moment’s hesitation. “You sure? It looked like you were about to be sick.”

“For a second I thought—but no I’m fine.” She shook her head to shake off the lingering nausea. It was true, she did almost lose her dinner all over the bed, but then everything settled down just as fast. The massive belch at least helped to bring up the trapped air. She could feel the indigestion losing its grip.

“Really?” he asked, still on high-alert and propped up on his elbows. He abandoned his comfy spot when Blair jumped up.

“Yes, really.” She placed her hand on his chest, easing him onto his back again. “I might be able to sleep now. But to make up for scaring me, I get to lie on your chest.” She was already beginning to find a soft spot between his shoulder and pec, and avoiding his collar bone that sometimes dug into her cheek. After many many nights of sleeping this same way, she knew what would feel best.

“Come here.” Dakota nuzzled his face into her neck and pulled her as close as he possibly could, just short of letting her sleep inside his skin.

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Blair awoke the next morning to the absolute worst taste in her mouth and dried drool on her pillow. She peeled her face off the pillow with squinting eyes that were still adjusting to the sunlight coming in from the window. She felt like she had the flu or something. Her stomach ached as if it were pumped full of rotting food—in a way, it kind of was. It seemed her stomach hadn’t done any digesting while she slept. It simply let last night’s dinner soak and marinate in stomach acid. On top of it all, her belly was still bloated and gurgling painfully.

Dakota must have gotten up earlier because his side of the bed was empty. Blair hoped she could shake him awake, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. She could hear him moving around in the kitchen.

Shouting for him was not an option when her mouth began to fill with saliva. All that food from last night was coming up now. She didn’t have to time to throw off the blankets before a deep belch burst from her mouth. Blair gagged from the taste that coated her tongue—fishy and spicy, and not something she ever wanted to experience again.

Thick strings of saliva dripped off her lips as she continued to burp and gag.

Dakota’s whistling came clearly from down the hall. Blair was happy to have him near when she inevitably puked everywhere, but she was sorry that his first look at her that morning would be of her hunched over, hugging her belly, and gagging on the bed.

“Baby?” Dakota knocked on the ajar door. “What’s that sound? Are you—Oh shit.” Dakota scrambled for something to do as he watched Blair burp up a wave of old, clumpy sushi onto the blankets.

The sick fell like mush past Blair’s lips. The texture alone was enough to make her heave again. She choked up another mouthful of vomit onto the bed. She held onto the duvet so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“Fuck honey,” Dakota said gently as he came to sit on the edge of the bed. He helped her sit up straighter and rubbed her back. Big circles. Big circles between her shoulder blades and on her lower back until she was able to catch her breath.

“Ugh, I’m not done.” she sniffled and wiped the bile that dripped from her lips. “My belly��s so full still.”

“Do you want a bucket or—” Dakota began but was cut off by Blair belching up another stream of puke. “Oh…nevermind.” He sighed and continued to rub her back. “That’s alright. Get it all up.”

Blair burped up all of last night’s meal until she felt like there was nothing left in her tummy. The organ still ached and groaned even when she brought up the last small wave of partially digested rice and yellow bile. She coughed and sniffled like a mad woman until falling forward and letting her head hit Dakota’s chest.

He quickly enveloped her in a hug. “Oh Bee, that’s not a good way to start the day. Your poor tummy,” Dakota cooed as he slipped his hand under her shirt. With the softest touch, he let his hand fall back into the rhythm of big circles.

Blair allowed herself a few moments to contemplate death inside the hug, until she scrunched up her nose and pulled away from her boyfriend. “Ugh Kota, I have to get up before the smell makes me puke again.”

“What smell?”

“Shut up, this is fucking disgusting.”

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

Blair shoved him off the side of the bed. It was nice of him to pretend like nothing was wrong, but she really would spend the entire morning dry heaving if she didn’t start cleaning. The one good thing about this whole mess was that her stomach would start feeling better now that it was empty; she just had to get away from the puke that was soaking into the blankets.

Dakota helped her wrap up the blanket, ensuring that nothing spilled. Afterword they had the unavoidable debate over whether Blair should attempt to go into the office. It was no surprise that Dakota argued strongly for her to stay home.

“Baby, you’re going to be shaking and nauseous all day. I know you.” He said adamantly. “I promise you’ll be refreshed and ready to girlboss tomorrow if you take the day to feel better.”

“But I’m not even sick sick.”

“You threw up at least three times. By my count that sick sick sick.”

Blair sighed at his ridiculousness. “Why are you like this?”

“It’s a long story.” He took her hands and dragged her back to the bedroom. “It’s going to take all day to explain so get comfy.”

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sickficideas · 4 months

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Idk if this is your kinda thing, if not feel free to ignore me, but I like the idea of a character with an overstuffed tummy starting to feel sick and thinking they're gonna throw up but instead it's just a really big burp 💕 I was thinking this has probably happened to Dazai, and even he was surprised by it, maybe he'd be embarrassed because it catches him so off guard, but at least his tummy feels better~ ☺️

oh my gosh yes i love this sort of thing...burps in general are one of my favorite things and this is a delicious concept...love the idea of Dazai downright miserable because his tummy is so full and tight, arms wrapped around it and slouched over, sweating and puffing and bracing for impact and totally expecting to puke...but it's just a wet burp 💖 he's almost disappointed at least throwing up would have made sense for how much he was suffering from that tummyache 💔

#delicious💖💖💖#dazai #bsd headcanons #stuffing #over eating #nausea #stomachache #burping #emeto #vomiting #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #illness #sick #ask box

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robertjw4688 · 8 months

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I've abandoned myself

in caloric daydreams.

I enjoy it all

too fast; my taste buds

cry for joy as

my tears soak in bread.

The arteries reach for

cotton salvation in

a hard candy world.

My feelings are boneless.

They beg to be

buried

in the burden of

weightfulness.

Robert J. W. (9-8-23)

#poetry #writing #spilled ink #overeating #over eating #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #poem #micro poetry #micropoetry #poeticstories #poetryportal #Twcpoetry #Writeblr #Writeblrcafe #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #spilled words

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b-a-n-a-n-a-ss · 1 year

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Michael Emerson x reader - Over Eating

Summary: the reader has a bad day and binge eats her feelings while talking with Michael. She ends up over eating and Michael takes care of her.

Warnings: binge eating, self hatred, eating disorder.

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I wiped the tears from my eyes as I entered my house. Walking to my room, I stripped of my shirt and jeans. I threw them in my laundry bin and put on some shorts and one of Michael’s shirts.

I’ve had the most shitty day possible. First, I dropped my plate of breakfast on the floor and I didn’t have time to make any more. Then my car wouldn’t start so I had to walk to my job in the rain. I was wearing soaked clothes all day which didn’t help my mood improve. Then I kept getting cat called because my jeans were so tight on me. I also got chewed out by my boss because I yelled at a costumer for being bitchy. I also had to walk back home in the heat so my clothes were so irritating by being damp still. I was also exhausted.

I walked into my kitchen and jumped when I saw my boyfriend Michael sitting at the small dining table in my kitchen. He lifted his head and gave me a smile but soon frowned as he saw the tears on my face and the bags under my eyes. He stood from his chair and made his way over to me, embracing me in a hug. He cradled my head to his chest and rubbed my back with his other as I cried into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed it as I sobbed.

After a few minutes I pulled away from him lightly. He kissed my cheek and lips and wiped my tears with his thumbs.

“Do you want to talk about whats wrong?” He asked me as he searched my eyes for some sort of explanation. I shook my head and moved passed him to the fridge.

“No, I just need to eat some food. I didn’t get a lunch break.” I said. Yeah, I didn’t get a lunch break either. I got my leftover Chinese food and popped that into the microwave as I grabbed other foods I would eat. I wasn’t thinking about what would fill me up, I was thinking about eating away my feelings. Anything to get my mind off of this shitty day.

I grabbed potato chips, powdered donuts, pickles, small cakes, brownies and grapes. I put all that stuff on the table and grabbed two bottles of soda and gave one to Michael. The boy looked concerned as I placed big amounts of food onto the table. When the timer beeped for the microwave I brought my Chinese food to the table and then started to eat.

As I ate I completely forgot about everything. I forgot about all the crappy things that have happened to me that day and I even forgot Michael was there. I just ate. After I ate the grapes, Chinese food and powdered donuts I was stuffed. But I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.

I just wanted to forget and be happy. I wanted to just be numb. After I finished the Potato chips, pickles and brownies I didn’t think I could eat anymore. But I still didn’t stop. I kept eating.

“Y/n baby. Please don’t hurt yourself.” Michael said as he gently tried to take the fork from my hand. I shook my head and hiccuped as I took the fork back and started to eat the cakes.

“I’m not.” I said in a angry tone. My stomach was aching and groaning, desperate for me to just stop. But I didn’t. I finished both of the cakes and downed the rest of my soda. I threw the fork on the table and laid my head in my arms. I felt my stomach churn and cold sweat drip down my forehead. And I cried. I sobbed actually.

Michael stood from his spot across from me and kneeled next to me. He rubbed my back and rested his other hand on my thigh. He kissed my bicep and tried to fight back his tears.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked me. I shook my head and bolted up from my seat and to the bathroom. I collapsed onto my knees and gagged in the toilet bowl. Michael followed behind me and kneeled beside me, rubbing my back and whispering sweet nothings to me. I was in agony and I knew it was my fault.

I finally managed to throw up into the toilet. The acid burning my throat and tears blending into my sweat. I gripped the toilet seat with white knuckles and sobbed. Michael grabbed a cloth and wet it. He gently cleaned my face then grabbed me a cup of water.

“Here, rinse your mouth out.” He said. I did as told and spit the water back into the toilet. He flushed my stomach remains and closed the lid. I looked at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with my lover. I was embarrassed and scared and in pain. My stomach let out a deep gurgle and I wrapped my arms around it. I curled up into a ball with my back facing Michael.

“Baby, it’s alright. Im here to help you. Im not mad or upset. I love you.” He explained to me and he gently ran his fingers through my sweaty hair and kissed my neck. I started to cry again and he turned my body around and hugged me. He was sitting on the ground now and gently rocking me back and fourth while moving my hair from my face and resting his hand on my aching stomach.

“It hurts Michael.” I groaned as I leaned into his chest and buried my face in his neck, hiccuping. Michael frowned and gently rubbed my stomach, making sure to give me a gentle and loving kiss to my temple. He rested his cheek on my head. I cried lightly into his neck and my stomach grumbled and churned. My stomach was bloated and rock hard, and it hurt.

“Do you want a bath baby?” Michael asked me as he pet my hair.

“I don’t want to be a bother.” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes and hiccuped. Michael kissed my head and lifted my head up by my chin to look at him.

“You won’t be a bother baby. I want to help you and take care of you.” He said and kissed my lips. I nodded and he gently stood up and started to draw a bath. He put the stopper into the tub and turned the hot water up before turning to me. He gently helped me stand up and sat me on the toilet lid.

“I’m gonna get you u dressed now okay.” He whispered to me as he took my shirt off gently and slowly. He threw my shirt into the dirty laundry bin in the bathroom and reached behind me to unhook my bra. He kissed my head as he slid my bra off of my chest and over my arms before it was fully off. He didn’t even think dirty thoughts I know it. He didn’t act in any sexual way when he saw my bare chest. He just focused on taking care of me.

He made me stand up and he slid my shorts down with my underwear and gently kissed my forehead. He gently sat me back on the toilet lid and made sure the water temperature was fine. He shook his hand free of water and stood back in front of me. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and moaned quietly and I leaned forward and rested my head against Michael’s stomach. He let my hair and scratched my back gently. I hiccuped again and looked up at my boyfriend.

“Let’s get you in the bath now. Do you still want to?” He asked me. I hummed in a response and he helped me stand and then into the bath. He helped me sit down and I sighed in pleasure as the warm water engulfed my body and helped my aching stomach.

“Do you want to soak for a little bit then I can clean you? Or do you want me to clean you first then just go cuddle in bed?” He asked me.

“Let me soak then clean me. Can we still cuddle after though?” I asked him as I looked up at him with soft and pain filled eyes. He kissed my lips softly and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Of course y/n, anything you want.” He whispered and gave me a smile. I smiled back at him lightly then looked down into the water at my stomach. It was bloated and you could tell. It made me feel self conscious. It made me think Michael wouldn’t love me anymore. Michael stood up to leave but I quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Please don’t leave.” I whispered with tears filling my eyes. He nodded and sat beside the tub, leaning his back against the wall. He held his hand out for me to grab and I grabbed it. He squeezed my hand and I swallowed thickly.

“I love you y/n.” He said.

“I love you too Michael.” I replied. I moaned as my stomach grumbled and I hiccuped. Michael was now keeling against the tub and rubbing my shoulder with one hand. He looked to my stomach and I felt my face grow red.

“A-are you gonna leave me?” I asked him through tears. His head snapped towards me and his face showed confusion.

“No. No of course not baby. I would never, why would you think that?” He asked me.

“B-because.” I cried as I looked towards my stomach. He looked at my stomach then slowly got what I was talking about. He cupped my face in his hands and dried my tears with his thumbs.

“Y/n I would never leave you because of your weight or your eating habits. I’m here to help you and I want to help you. I don’t care that you’re bloated, you’re still beautiful to me. You will always be. I love you.” He told me as he kissed my lips.

“I love you too.” I said. He smiled at me and kissed me once more.

“Alright let’s get you clean now. Then we can go and cuddle on your bed.” He told me. I nodded and watched as Michael grabbed two washcloths from my drawer and rolled his sleeves up. He dipped the cloth into the water and poured some body soap onto it. He scrubbed the cloth and suds filled the once clean fabric.

He started at my shoulders and scrubbed around my neck and back gently. He then scrubbed my chest and moved to my arms. He managed to scrub my legs and stomach without moving me and then he grabbed a cup of water. He dipped the cup into the water and poured it over my soap covered body. It felt good and he was gentle with me.

When he finished washing my body he moved to my hair. He filled the cup with water once more and leaned my head back gently. He covered my forehead with his hand and poured the water over my hair, soaking it. He did this a few times until he was sure my hair was wet enough for my shampoo. He filled his hand with soap then moved his fingers comfortingly through my hair. He scrubbed gently and massaged my scalp magically.

When he was finished he rinsed my hair again then got a small bit of conditioner and put it into my hair. The way his fingers moved so fluidly through my hair made me happy. He was so gentle with me and the way he scratched and rubbed my head as he spread the soaps felt amazing.

He let the conditioner sit for a few minutes. While it sat he kissed my lips and admired my face. He always told me how much he loves me and whenever I ask him he says his favorite part of me is my eyes. He loves their color and how bright they shine when I smile. He loves the way he can see right through them and see my real self. He loves me for me. And that makes me happy.

He rinsed my hair once more then grabbed three big towels from my cabinet and draped one onto the floor. He held out his hand for me to grab and I did. He gently pulled me out of the tub and wrapped my hair in a towel then my body. He puked the plug out of the drain and the water started to be sucked down the pipe.

He walked over to me and dried my body off. He was gently and sweet about this too. He went into my bedroom and grabbed me some clothes to wear. He set out my underwear and one of his shirt that I love. He helped me slide my underwear onto my body then dried my hair for me. He put his shirt onto my body then moved me to the sink.

He grabbed my blue brush and gently started to brush through my crazy hair. He didn’t pull or tug at areas he couldn’t get through, he was gentle and considerate of my pain. When he finished he applied my chapstick for me and then he led me to my bedroom. Michael pulled back the covers and I laid down onto my comfortable bed.

“I’m going to change baby, I’ll be right here okay.” He told me. I nodded and watched as Michael took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his plaid boxers. He set his clothes on my desk and moved to the other side of my bed. He climbed into it and covered us both up.

Michael pulled my body closer to his and kissed me. I snuggled into his chest and hiccuped once more. His hand moved to my shirt and he gently raised it up right under my boobs. He placed a warm and gently hand on my stomach and started to rub it in circles. I breathed out and relaxed in his embrace. My stomach gurgled and Michael kissed my head as he continued to rub and calm my stomach.

Michael rubbed my stomach the whole night and by the time I fell asleep he was still rubbing it. I was really grateful for Michael for helping me and being there. He was so sweet and kind and gentle. I loved that he was so caring and loving towards me.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x y/n #fluff #x reader #reader insert #y/n #michael emerson #the lost boys #tw disordered eating #over eating #soft #angst #care #Michael Emerson x reader

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p3tit3s · 1 year

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You can do it just imagine this is you one day

#@ana #diet plan #the unbearable weight of massive talent #sh #low cal diet #lose stomach weight #i wish i was weightless #i need to lose this weight #i need to lose so much weight #ed not sheeren #@tw edd #st4rve #i wanna lose weight #i wish i was skinnier #skiny girl #over eating #disordered eating thoughts #tw ana shit

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la-leve-de-ana · 10 months

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exercising & starving are my two best friends

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rainyfestivalsweets · 6 months

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Big Lots Haul

Some shit I bought at Big Lots this weekend:

Individual packs of snacks of popcorn, fruit & bars.

I like these. I am trying to include fruits and snacks in my eating plan. Keto doesn't allow for either of these...and that made me go a little nutz when trying to smash myself into a keto box.

Calorie counts on the bars. Because honestly sometimes I don't know why I buy these, it seems disingenuous.... because they are super processed and that is something I am trying to avoid for the most part. Obviously not going to avoid them if I bought them.

At least I stopped myself from buying shit I already had/have. And some things that the price point just wasn't good on.

They had Lankato products, yay! But I still have some from the last time I bought it.

$9 & change for 4 Quest cookies? No thanks.

Maybe I will do a post to figure out how to pair these in a satisfying way.

I feel like I eat ALOT. Or have the urge to eat alot. 🤔 It Is maddening. Sometimes it is just out of habit, & sometimes I am legitimately not hungry- like I just ate something.

Alot of that comes from being poor as a child and not knowing where my next meal would come from. Obviously I overdid it when food became available.

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secretobsessionstuff · 1 year

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ok ill start by saying no problem if this takes a year!! you're clearly super busy + i will love reading all the fics that come before my ask hehehe. im on the dakota/blair bandwagon lately. for dakota, in a future fic could he stuff himself with a meal, but not drink enough water and have a very thick, dense problem on his hands when he finally starts puking forreal. blair could help him get it up, with rubs and words of encouragement? it makes me giddy to think about !! thats my request if you ever have time and if it sounds good. now off to read some more fiiic!!

Hello lovely Anon! I bet this legitimately took a year so I thank you for your immense patience. This is halloween themed because I wrote it way back in October lol 🧡

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Halloween fell on a Monday night that year, meaning Dakota and Blair acted like responsible adults by staying home. Work the next day meant they couldn’t spend the night at a party. Besides, most of their friends were pretending to be adults too, so there weren’t many parties being thrown in the first place.

Dakota felt like a proper, boring middle-aged man as prepared to spend his night giving out candy. He sat on the porch, wearing fall gloves and a Halloween scarf. Candy corn danced across the scarf. It certainly was cold enough to justify the warm attire. Luckily, he could get away with a hoodie instead of a coat, so he was comfortable as he waited for children to walk up to the house.

A bucket of chocolate bars and chips kept Dakota company. Though the candy couldn’t talk about its day, it was a decent substitute for his fiancée. Blair promised she would join him outside once she finished some extra work that she hadn’t been able to accomplish at the office. So, Dakota had to entertain himself with Kit Kats and mini bags of potato chips. It was relatively easy to forget his loneliness when his fingers were covered in Dorito Dust. He was in the middle of licking the cheesy residue off his fingers when Blair popped her head out the front door.

“Hey! Those are for the kids,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What kids?” Dakota spread his arms out, gesturing to the quiet street. “I’ve been out here an hour, and so far I’ve seen a pirate, a banana, and a something from Minecraft.”

“That’s it?” Blair stepped outside in her socks and crossed her arms over her chest to stay warm. She looked up and down the street. She could see one or two families making their way to each house. Many houses on the street were dark. It made her pout. “Where is everyone?”

“I don’t think there’s many kids in our neighbourhood,” Dakota said around a mouthful of chocolate. The Mars bar he chewed on was nearly frozen. It gave his jaw a workout to simply bite down of the gooey thing. Blair saw him reaching for another piece of candy but didn’t say anything. Her shoulders dropped in defeat.

“Sit with me,” Dakota requested, eyeing the empty chair next to him. “You gotta be done working now.”

“I’m almost there.”

“Well, maybe you should…” –he opened his hand to reveal a Kit Kat resting on his palm— “take a break.”

Blair chuckled at him before swiping the chocolate bar from his hand. She bit the thing in half without breaking apart the sticks, you know, like a monster.

Dakota gawked at her. “How could you—No, no, get out of my face.” He waved her away with an exaggerated flick of his wrist. “You disgust me.”

“You’re a child.” Blair stuck her tongue out at him. It still had chocolate on it. And yes, she saw the irony perfectly well. Before going back inside, she turned around to say, “Oh, I’m also making food, so you don’t need to be snacking on candy.”

“I can do what I want because I’m an adult.” He threw a candy wrapper at her. It landed two millimetres from his own foot. He just stared down at it, the sting of betrayal in his heart. Blair laughed at him and left him on his own again.

Dakota still had a silly smile on his face when the next trick or treaters showed up. Finally, more kids! These two were dressed as dogs with shiny black makeup on their noses. Dakota was delighted to see that the parents had whiskers and patches drawn on their faces as well. He waited for the kids to say their line before dropping candy in their bags. The sad turnout this year made him overly generous. He gave them each two bags of chips and a handful of chocolate bars as opposed to the standard two. He finished by saying Merry Christmas, to which the kids giggled and corrected the silly man.

And that was it for a while. Dakota went back to snacking because that was the only thing to do. The big box of chocolate they bought came with four different bars, so obviously he had to have one of each. Then two more. Then another two. Pretty soon the pocket of his hoodie was stuffed with candy wrappers. The chocolate made his mouth sticky, and the salty chips made him wish he brought his water bottle outside with him. Unfortunately, he was too lazy to get up, so he suffered with the taste of caramel on his tongue. Truly it was torture, but for some reason he plunged his hand back into the candy bowl.

As promised, Blair finally joined him on the porch. He told her about the horrifying monsters and trendy video games characters that he encountered all by himself. He even had to resist the urge to run away when a bottle of ketchup came asking for candy.

Blair glanced at the bowl. She was pleased to see it was significantly less full. “So, more people showed up then?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Dakota mumbled after burping into his fist. God, if only there had been more trick or treaters, Dakota might not have felt so full just then.

“You didn’t!”

He looked down at his lap, knowing that far too many candy wrappers were shoved into his pockets. And far too many sweets were shoved into his belly. “I’m fine,” he insisted when Blair give a surprised look.

“I know you’re fine. It’s the kids I’m worried about.”

“There’s plenty more candy, Bee.”

She crossed her arms but conceded because she knew he was right. There were more treats, yet less and less trick or treaters.

Blair had almost settled into her chair, when she jumped up. “Oh pizza. I made pizza.” She looked back and forth at Dakota and the bowl of candy. “That is, if you’re still hungry.”

“You think I’d say no to pizza?”

So, they ate their pizza outside, hoping that more kids would show up. A few did and they got enough candy for the entire year.

Of course, Dakota did not say no pizza, but he did have less slices than he normally would. Halfway through his third slice, he realized that he was unusually full from the sweets he had earlier. It was a challenge to swallow the last bite because his mouth was terribly dry and his belly was terribly stuffed with food.

“Shoot, I forgot to bring out drinks,” Blair said, as if she were reading his mind. But the both of them were comfy and couldn’t bring themselves to stand. And anyway, a giant inflatable t-rex was walking up to them which understandably stole their attention.

After wishing the t-rex a happy Halloween, Dakota let a burp rumble up from his chest. He’d been holding it in while they spoke to the kid and her family. He could feel the pressure building in his throat. When he finally released the burp, it came up gooey and thick. It was the type of burp that brought him dangerously close to barfing in his mouth. Dakota shivered as he swallowed acid.

“Wow,” Blair said in response to the deep belch. “You must have been holding that one in.”

Dakota grimaced and rubbed his chest. “Didn’t want to be rude.”

“Rude to the t-rex?”

“The kid was standing right in front of me, what did you want me to do?”

Another belch burst from his mouth, splashing the back of his tongue with the taste of tomato sauce and chocolate—a weird combination that made him shudder with nausea. “Ugh, I shouldn’t have eaten so much.”

“Your stomach upset?”

Dakota nodded. “Feels like a fucking brick.” He used his fingertips to press down onto his abdomen. It was bloated and noisy. Grumbles and whines emanated from his gut.

The tightness became too much to bear, so he stood up. Hopefully, moving around would help his stomach digest the sticky mess faster.

For the first time that night, Dakota was glad that there weren’t many people out trick or treating. It was getting too late for kids now anyways, so he was likely safe to burp without fearing that strangers were about to walk up to him.

Oh, but he did more than burp. He groaned and whined as he paced nervously. This was bad; he hadn’t realized how full he was until he stood up. He felt the food in his stomach shift and tumble together like one big gooey ball. He kneaded his belly, hoping to coax a bubble of air out of his system. His stomach was rock hard beneath his hand.

“Fuck, Bee, this really hurts.” Despite the cold air, sweat coated his brow.

Blair stood with him, worried by this sudden development. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I’d like to. I’m way too full right now.”

Dakota bent forward with his hands on his knees. He tried to force up more burps, hoping that would give his stomach the go-ahead to empty itself. He should have felt bad for wasting perfectly tasty candy, but all he felt was an intense need to relieve the ache. A grating sound gurgled in his throat as his belly spasmed.

The organ gave a small heave, sending up thick saliva and a pathetic amount of sick. Dakota spat a thick glob onto the ground with a moan. An uncomfortable chill zipped down his spine when the horrendous texture touched his tongue. He could fell chunks of sick trying to come up his throat, but it wasn’t moving. He retched again, his back arching violently. Still nothing came up.

“Baby, that sounds horrible,” Blair cooed, placing a hand on his back. “Just let it out.”

“I can’t,” he groaned. “It won’t come up. I wish—” he sniffled. “—I wish there were more liquid in my stomach. You know, to get things moving.”

“I’ll get you some water.” She gave his back a firm pat before leaving.

Dakota breathed deeply through his nose. For a moment, he entertained the idea of jumping to get things rolling but decided that was a stupid idea. It would surely give him heartburn on top of the nausea. He may have felt like a child who devoured too much candy, but what he said to Blair earlier was right; He was an adult and he just had to suffer through the pain. No jumping. Just wait.

Luckily his patience paid off because a minute later, his stomach lurched on its own.

A thick wave of vomit came rushing up his throat. He felt the chunks in his mouth for a second before the sick splattered at his feet. He was far from done. Another guttural retch tore up his throat. It was empty. Dakota huffed and hoped the next lurch would be productive.

Blair came back with his water bottle just in time to see him choke up a mouthful of dense vomit. He had to spit it out because it wasn’t flowing on its own. She was surprised to see that there was already a sizeable puddle at his feet.

He managed to take in a sharp inhale in between bouts, shooting a miserable look at his fiancée

Blair pouted at him and began rubbing big circles on his back. “At least you’ll start feeling better now.”

Dakota hugged his middle. “There’s more. I can feel it.” He winced and pressed his hand right below his rib. “Can you help me? Maybe rub my stomach?”

“Chug this water first.” She handed him the bottle and watched his throat bob as he drank. He kept a hand on his bloated belly.

A hearty belch burst from his mouth when he finished. Saliva dripped from his lips.

“Here we go,” Blair said, gently placing both her hands on his stomach. She used the heel of her hand to massage the area. Her touch coaxed out another wet burp almost immediately. “Oh, that’s it. Lean forward.”

Dakota put his hands on his knees again to get his stomach at a better angle. That, coupled with the fact that Blair applied the right amount pressure, meant that the next wave came up easily. It was wet and fell past his lips like a waterfall.

“Yes, Kota. Get it all up. That’s it.” Blair somehow knew when to use a gentle touch and when to go firmer. With every move she made him feel a little bit better. She kept whispering by his ear, telling him that he was doing good. She could feel the tension in his back melt off his tired muscles.

With one last heave, Dakota brought up everything in his stomach. The last remnants of chocolate and candy splattered into the impressive puddle that he made.

Finally, he stood up straight, no longer feeling that uncomfortable fullness. His throat was raw, and his abs were on fire, but he was free of the pressure and the ache.

He was not, however, free of the embarrassment that came with the overindulgence. He let out a long exhale and rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. I really needed that.”

“I know.” Blair grinned at him. “You must be tired after that. Ready to get your jammies on and brush your teeth?”

“Shut up. We must never speak of what happened on this frightful Hallows Eve.”

“It’ll make a good cautionary tale. Kids need to know the dangers of too many sweets.”

“And not enough hydration.”

Blair shook her head at him. “That too.” She grabbed his arm and led him inside. “Seriously, how’s your stomach doing now?”

“It hurts. Never underestimate the importance of drinking water.”

She chuckled softly. “I’ll try to remember that next time you get your hands on candy.”

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