Taco Fiesta 2.0
Quick story for fun ft. @wussifer's OC Jack and my boy Cliff who are actual soulmates in another life <3 Based on this. 1,287 words, CW: food poisoning, emeto, mucho fluff.
Jack's love for questionably safe street food had gotten him in trouble more than once over the years. Cliff kept telling him to stay away from those stands but Jack's memory seemed only to last a few months before he took the plunge again. This time is was "Phil's Philly Steaks" and Jack thought the name was way too funny to pass up trying.
Cliff groaned and tried to tug him along. "Jack, please, Leo's got dinner at home waiting for us," he tried, but it was hopeless. The call of street meat with a terrible pun was all too powerful.
"It's fine," Jack said casually as he handed over a wad of ones. "I have a different stomach for this kind of thing."
"You do not," Cliff rolled his eyes. "Just don't come to me when it's 'Got Taco to the Fiesta' 2.0, alright?"
"Sure, baby," Jack said cheerfully, accepting the giant paper plate overflowing with steaming Philly steak that he was handed. "Thanks man," he told the vendor and Cliff followed behind him to a nearby bench.
Cliff looked at Jack's purchase with distaste. "That looks like brains," he said.
Jack took a big bite and hummed with satisfaction. "Delicious brains though. Wanna try?"
"Absolutely not," Cliff said, pushing the forkful Jack was holding up away and sticking out his tongue. He waited as Jack miraculously devoured the entire meal and threw away the plate with a satisfied burp. "You're so gross," Cliff whined as Jack laughed and appologized.
They took the train back home and made it to Leo's apartment without further incident. Jack's belly was sticking out a bit but true to his word, he managed to shove down a whole plate of dinner made by Leo, too. Cliff had no idea how his boyfriend had such a bottomless appetite but he figured at least Jack was eating enough for the both of them, given Cliff no longer ate my mouth. After dinner they went to Jack's room where Jack sat at his desk to study and Cliff watched videos on bed.
Jack was still studying when Cliff got sleepy and turned in for the night. "Night Jackie," he said. Jack blew him a kiss and looked fondly at his little family on bed, made up of Cliff, one cat in his arms and one dog at his feet. He had about fifty of the same exact picture but he couldn't help but snap another one with his phone, they were just so cute.
Around eleven, Jack's stomach started rumbling loudly. He rubbed it and shifted in his chair uncomfortably. He had definitely eaten too much today, but it'd go down soon enough. Except an hour later, it certainly hadn't gone down and Jack felt even more bloated than before. He groaned and stood up, thinking maybe walking around would help. Did they have Tums in the bathroom? Jack located then and chewed two of the tablets. The chalky taste did the opposite of make him feel better and he realized very quickly that he was feeling nauseous.
It was just too much food, he told himself. No way this was the tacos from three months ago 2.0. He hit his chest with his fist a few times and let out a loud belch that made his eyes water. He glanced at Cliff but his boyfriend was still sleeping soundly. The dog, however, was staring at him in startled disdain.
"Sorry Sabi," Jack said, rubbing his aching stomach. Sabi sniffed as if he understood and rested his head back down on Cliff's legs.
Jack tried to go back to studying, but his stomach was really burning now and it felt like the words he was attempting to read were running all over the page. He had begun to sweat and groaned, pushing his chair away from the desk and pressing his forehead on the edge. He tried to breathe through the nausea but one thought about the neon yellow cheese sauce on that cheese steak today put him over the edge and he made a mad dash for the bathroom.
It was an absurd amount of food to have eaten, and it felt absurd coming back up. Jack threw up wave after wave of chunky, smelly vomit and swore to himself for probably the twentieth time that he'd listen to Cliff about the street food next time. After a few minutes it seemed like he was empty, and the dizziness was gone. Jack flushed the toilet and stood on shaky legs to wash his face and hands in the sink. He listened, but Leo's bedroom was too far away to hear and Cliff seemed to have manage to sleep through it despite the occasional very loud moan that had come out of him.
Jack returned to the desk in his room, hoping that was it. Going back to studying turned out to be a no go though and Jack gave up quickly, crawling into bed next to Cliff and resting his head on Cliff's chest. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The attempt lasted about fifteen minutes before Jack was launching himself back into the bathroom for round two. That solidified it - it wasn't just overeating and Phil's Philly Steak was most certainly the culprit. Jack threw up until there really wasn't anything left but stomach acid. It took him another ten minutes to gather the strength to stand up and wash up again, spraying some air freshener on his way out to mask the putrid smelling combo of fry oil mixed with puke.
Jack stumbled back to bed and lay down, clutching his stomach with a loud groan. Cliff didn't look so cute asleep anymore. He looked annoyingly peaceful while Jack was going through cheese steak purgatory. Jack shook his shoulder, whining. "Cli-ifffff."
Cliff twitched and opened his eyes, squinting at Jack cluelessly. "What?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"I threw up," Jack said pathetically.
"Oh, sorry baby," Cliff mumbled, reaching for Jack and pulling him close. "Do you... need... Zzzz." Aaaaand he was asleep again. Jack sighed and cuddled against Cliff anyways. Cliff tended to be fairly useless between the hours of ten PM and eight AM unless Jack really set off the alarms, but he wasn't going to do that for another round of food poisoning by stupidity.
"Thanks Cliff, you're so comforting," Jack muttered. Cliff's arms did feel nice though, and before Jack knew it his eyes had begun to sag closed. "Love you," he said.
The next morning there'd be plenty of time for scolding and then coddling and rubbing Jack's back as he threw up again. But at least until morning, the two of them managed to sleep - one much deaper than the other.
"You should've woke me up," Cliff said the next morning while serving Jack plain toast in bed, hoping it would ease Jack's stomach cramps.
"I did," Jack said.
"Really?" Cliff asked, a look of genuine confusion on his face. "Sorry. I don't remember."
"It's okay," Jack said. "I'll forgive you if you make me a good Philly cheese steak at home."
Cliff made a face of disbelief. "Jack, you cannot seriously want to eat right now," he said.
"Not now! Later. To erase the taste of the poisonous version from my memory," Jack said.
Cliff shook his head. "Maybe you should try and remember the poisonous one next time you want street food," Cliff said. But then Jack gave him such kicked puppy dog eyes that he added, "Okay, I'll do it, just listen to me next time, please?"
Jack grinned, gave Cliff innocent doe eyes and said with an incredible amount of confidence, "I always listen to you!"
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ermmmm touchstarved character as ocs of mine bc I'm very normal about this game and DON'T feel the need to connect it with every single aspect of my life. good morning
Ais and Vere/Aroph and Lord Ohta: Aroph and Ais already look like father and son tbh (proof) AS FOR THE OTHER TWO... Sassy twinkish hags who fell off yeah they'd hate each other. I just think Ais acting gentlemanly towards Vere like Aroph does with Lord Ohta despite how tired he is of his employers is cute idk
Leander/Navi (or his alias, Elios): They actually share so many motifs ahaha.... Greed, moon, white lilies, rebirth, a strong desire for knowledge, green eyes (Navi has 1 green eye but still green eyes).. Although Leander should NOT be allowed to have anything close to Navi's power. They also would never get along like never never never.. Navi dislikes power-hungry people (like a hypocrite, solely because he thinks he's better... Tbf he has been so far) and would ignore Leander any and every and whatever chance they may cross paths.
Kuras/Azazel: NOOOWW... I still have to do some work for Azazel (I haven't even drawn him..) but the contrast between them and Kuras is very nic e to me idk.. They both fell for mingling too closely with humans and becoming "corrupt" (I think, something close to that must've happened to Kuras). Azazel is silently spiteful towards their god and happily indulges in their sin, meanwhile Kuras desires forgiveness and punishes himself in hopes to obtain it... They contrast very nicely I think they're neat.
Mhin/Nebula: Both ashamed of their monstrosity ahaha blank face. Also both sour. Also both skilled assassins. Also both have a connection with birds ahaha blank face. Nebula actually believes he escaped his monstrosity, but still makes an attempt to retain the same life they had as a monster and believes he's doing everything right... Kinda draws to how Mhin refuses help from anyone, even those in the same boat as them.. I think they could exist beside each other for 5 minutes, that's good enough.
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