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Can't say no

Seline takes Isaiah to visit her parents. Isaiah can't say no and overeats on the food.

Isaiah waited for months to be invited to meet Seline's parents.

He instinctively knew it would be a big deal, change, and milestone. Something special.

Seline loved her parents. It was the kind of idyllic, loving, intimate relationship that he didn't see that much around, like a fairy tale.

So when she casually invited him to spend a weekend at her parents' for her mother's Name's Day. Isaiah almost choked on his coffee.

"What? Mom wanted to meet you for a long time already. And everyone is going to be home for grandma, so my brother and dad should be up and about too." She didn't look at him, putting her plate into the dishwasher. Meaning she knew exactly how special that moment was.

Maybe it was good that she announced it a day beforehand; otherwise, he would have spent the week stressing about it.

"Any tips or something I should watch out for?" he asked tentatively.

When they got into his car the following day on Friday afternoon.

Seline gave him an excited smile. "My parents are going to love you, don't worry." She leaned back in the seat for the about hour-long car ride to Bratislava. "They better do, otherwise I can't date you."

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm just saying if my parents don't like you, we can't be together," she said with a cheerful smile. "I know it sounds old-fashioned, modern pairs like to rebel against everyone's approval...but my mom will see right through you and dad will be quick to judge and my brother got taller this year too, so." Her eyes were sparkling with mischief, but he could tell it wasn't just teasing. There was something anxious and serious about that statement too. She really wanted this to work out.

Isaiah swallowed heavily, starting the car.

"They are the smartest most amazing, selfless people I know. Great judges of character. And they have been together since they were 18, so longer than not by now." She gave him a quick smile. "But you don't have to worry. They will love to have you."

Until they don't, he thought bitterly. This was actually even more serious than he realized.

This was a test.

Seline already made up her mind about how she felt about him, so now she wanted to see if she hadn't missed anything.

She put the music from her playlist on. It was the playlist she kept for him instead of the collection of songs they both liked. Must have been feeling a little guilty about scaring him in advance.

Isaiah steeled himself for the ride and the meeting. He would not fail her expectations—or theirs. If anything, he was good at pulling his best act together in stressful situations, and this one asked for full power investment.

The place was technically a village but connected to the capital city by a highway. It was more of a district than a village since the city was expanding in record time. But it was surrounded by sunflower and wheat fields and had the distinct small-town feel of one family-owned cake shop, one playground, one kindergarten, and one primary school with exactly one church. There were also lots of pathways through the fields and around them for bicycles.

This wasn't a bad place for wolves. Open space is just the right combination of chaos and nature with steady big houses with long gardens and high walls for a fence. Great way to make a wolf feel at home.

The Silverstein house wasn't the most beautiful or renovated one on the street, with a dark violent roof and wild bushes at the entrance. Isaiah would soon find out the comfort and beauty were reserved for the inside of the house instead of the front, since they didn't need jealous neighbours to make their life complicated.

Entering the fenced garden felt like a different world. It had a touch of everyone in it. The fleck of ground with herbs for the mother, the freshly cut grass and holes for golfing of the father. And the volleyball net and boxing bag hanging from the old walnut tree that was almost ripping the garage out of the ground.

Seline's parents were human. Isaiah knew this, but it still surprised him to sense their complete fragile humanity as they came to greet him.

Another complication was that they didn't speak German and only broken English. This excluded Isaiah from most conversations, though Seline's father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with elegant long fingers and nose, made his best effort to keep Isaiah engaged in a conversation.

It seemed to put Seline's mother at ease, cause she chatted her daughter's ears off in Slovak as she assigned her a salad to prepare.

Isaiah definitely needed to learn that language.

He was left watching everything from the table, offering to help peel the potatoes and cut the cucumber. The giggling told him they were talking about him.

At lunch, Seline well into full translation mode, explaining him everything anyone said or translating direct questions and Isaiah’s answers. This allowed Isaiah to think through everything he said carefully and watch the pair's expressions.

Seline's mother looked a lot like her. She had the same lion mane of blond hair, though with a little hawkish nose. Her blue eyes were a greener shade than Seline's, and she had a sober alertness to them in contrast to Seline's dreamy softness.

Isaiah had not pulled his shadow up once. It was dormant and steady at his feet. Human shaped the entire time, as was polite. He was pleased with the question from her father about whether he was really a wolf.

The family created a whole feast for him to eat. First, ham and cheese rolls shaped like snails, then grilled stakes of two kinds, very tasty livers, and three kinds of salads.

He could tell these people did everything deliberately, confidently, and with consideration. They made a well-synched team, completely tuned to each other.

He just couldn't really tell whose idea it was to serve so much food.

It reminded him of the happier days, though, when his mother still lived. Watching her lean against his father in the kitchen, playful taking his hand, or him spinning her to a radio song playing in the background. It was all so very happy until it ended. But here, it seemed, good endings existed.

The mother or father got him a new portion whenever he finished his plate. The father selected best pieces of grilled meat, sensitive he tried all parts. The mother kept adding his salads, so he had all three kinds at all times.

Despite the two barriers, maybe third if Seline's brother Dylan joined the party, Isaiah felt welcome. He felt like he was passing in these people's eyes and the more he listed to their translations, their business background, their thoughts behind getting their kids into schools in a state they didn't even speak the language of, their goals and dreams for the near future, their pride at their daughter's accomplishments - the more he liked them.

He was starting to be a little nervous about the constant flood of food.

How did they still have so much to left? He cleared his third serving of the meat and salad, hoping that would be it. His stomach was straining against his pants and he was more than grateful for wearing a bottom-up that hid the growing bulge. He had not eaten this must in years.

And then when they came with dessert. Two kinds. One chocolate pie and one creamy cake.

The cake was one that Seline made and the pie was the mother's special generational recipe. No way Isaiah could get out of eating both.

The mother scrutinised him the whole time. He barely stopped himself from tugging at his collar. He was overheated, and his lips hurt from all the smiling.

Some relief came with the afternoon coffee and Seline showing him where they would be staying. In her father's bedroom upstairs.

"I can't believe you ate all that," she said to him as they got their bags up the stairs. "My brother eats a ton right now, so mom thought she needed to prepare a lot to satisfy a wolf. What do you think? How do you like them?"

She had such an eager, open expression Isaiah had to smile. He was starting to understand how this situation came to be. A growing pup with an unsteady shadow definitely ate a lot. Apparently, her parents thought a grown wolf would actually need more.

He should have stopped that sooner instead of eating food for a whole party of people. His stomach wasn't hurting yet, but it was heavy and swollen, digestion completely overloaded as his gut tried to make sense of all the food he shoved into it.

"That's very kind of them," he said, sort of touched and horrified at his own predicament. He could feel pressure over his chest as burps tried to make their way up. He pushed them down decisively.

"What is the plan now?"

"Dad will play some golf, and I'll help mom with the kitchen. Then we could watch a movie. There is one I really want to show you that my parents really love. It's a Czech classic about a grandmother rising against a corrupt major. It's hilarious and scarily accurate." She winked at him, excited at the prospect. You can come with me or take some rest, and I'll call you."

Isaiah nodded gratefully, relieved to have a minute alone.

Seline left him with a goodbye kiss, bouncing on her heels as she walked.

The day was a success then.

The burp he pushed down came back with a vengeance, his belly twisting with a cramp.

Isaiah leaned against the cupboard for support, bending down in the middle. He was sweaty and breathless, his stomach still heavier and heavier as it caught up with its state.

He let out a couple of quiet burps, wincing at how they echoed over the room. Her father's room. God, this was entirely inappropriate.

Going through his pack, he couldn't find any shirts or pants that would be more loose-fitting. He went all formal with suits and bottom-ups. He only got his PJs as anything close to comfort, and he couldn't exactly get into those in the middle of the day.

Isaiah went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water. That felt a little better, but the perspiration still clung to his neck and back. Maybe he could risk a shower.

Bracing over the sink ushered in a few more loud burps, which had him pressing his hand to his lips. The bathroom was right opposite the stairs, much more likely to carry the sound down.

He wrapped an arm around his stomach gingerly. Please, be nice. Don't make this harder.

His belly gurgled unhappily and he felt the salad mixing with the cake. He heaved over the sink at the horrid taste, willing himself not to throw up. That would be entirely disrespectful to the food.

He groaned quietly as his stomach settled back, churning angrily. The heaviness and pressure made it hard to stand upright. A dull but deep ache joined in, crawling up the top of his belly.

Isaiah made his way back to the bedroom. The fresh scent of the sheets on the bed and the lingering presence of Seline's father made him feel entirely gross and unfit to be here. Like he was intruding.

He followed his nose and instinct out to the other room.

The walls were painted a soft pastel blue and covered in shelves straining under books. There was an old TV with a new Chromecast set, a writing table, a small couch, a bean bag and a double bed. A room of one person who liked to change positions while reading.

Seline's childhood bedroom. Not even that long ago, it was still her main room.

The scent of rain and grapefruit drew him to the bed that had way too many pillows, big and small and two covers, cause she liked to use one to lift her head up when reading.

He fell face first into the familiar, beloved scent. His stomach let out an angry growl at being disturbed, so he had to roll onto his back quickly.

There was swirling nausea trailing behind the dull aching, his stomach swollen and taunt. Unmoving and heavy as if filled with cement.

He muffled a groan against his arm, looking around to distract himself with the pictures. Family photographs mixed with paintings of stormy sea waves in various shades of blue. On the doorframe, there was a series of magnets from different destinations.

Isaiah cradled his belly with his hands carefully. How was he supposed to be presentable, when they called him for the movie? He didn't know how he would even get up.

...

"Isaiah? Where are you?"

Isaiah groaned quietly at Seline's voice, informing her of his presence in her room.

Seline opened the door with a puzzled frown. "Baby? Is something wrong?"

Isaiah considered lying. He really didn't want to ruin this visit or her day or her parents' impression of him. But his stomach was gurgling and pulsing with pain and he just wanted...wanted her.

He turned to his side, arms protectively around his midsection without touching.

Must have made a miserable expression, because she crouched down next to the bed, stroking his cheeks. "You don't have a fever...do you feel sick? If you felt sick before and didn't tell me, Isaiah, I swear-"

Yep, that was a worse option. "No- I just-uuuurp-ate too much." He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling greasy with sweat. "I wouldn't come visit your parents if I felt sick, come on," he said defensively, though it came out more as a whine.

This was so humiliating. A stomach flu he could survive, because he could do nothing against it. But this? This was entirely his fault and he felt amazingly stupid for it.

Her eyes widened. "Aww sweetie, I'm sorry. Your tummy is upset?"

He nodded, pressing the side of his face into the pillows. "I'm fine, just...think I could just sleep it off and be all good tomorrow- think you could find an excuse-"

"Yes, of course. That's no problem. Sweetie, mom has really good enzymes for indigestion and the herbal drops or I can make you fresh mint tea-"

He shook his head at the idea of putting anything into his stomach. It already felt like he was going to pop, skin strained at the top. "Please, don't tell your parents," he begged quietly.

"Oh baby, come on. They wouldn't be mad. There is nothing to it. Wouldn't it be worth it, if it helped with the pain? Just give me a minute and I'll-"

When she tried to stand up, he grabbed her by the wrist. "Please. Please?"

Seline frowned in disapproval, eyes blazing, but he must have looked pitiful enough. She sighed. "Okay. You are an idiot, though. Is there anything I can do?"

Isaiah let out a relieved sigh that almost morphed into a burp, curling more into himself. "I'm fine. Go watch the movie."

She shook her head. "You are such a dumbass sometimes."

He blinked at the words, mildly offended.

Seline walked behind him, shuffling in her wardrobe. "I have some oversized shirts here that could fit you. Let's get you out of that shirt, okay?"

He watched her in confusion as she got out a really oversized woolen shirt for him, then sat down on the edge of the bed, unceremoniously unzipping his pants.

"What are you- Ohhhh." The relief from the pressure almost made him dizzy, his stomach bubbling at having more space.

"Yep," she said with a half-smile, pulling his pants down completely so he was only left in his boxers. "Dumbass, as I said."

"M not," he groaned, not feeling like being teased, the embarrassment leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He struggled with the bottoms before stripping the shirt off over his head and sliding into the offered one. Not bothering with the buttons at all, he lied back down.

Seline opened the balcony and promptly climbed under the covers with him, spooning him from behind. She kissed the back of his neck, her arm coming over his head on the pillow to pet the hair on his forehead.

Isaiah cringed at how sweaty and disgusted he must have been to her, but he couldn't help melting under her touch. Her gentle fingers on his face were the most enjoyable sensation of the day.

With her face pressed into his back as she curled his slightly wavy hair around her fingers, she asked: "Would a belly rub help?"

He considered the question, too far gone in how grumbly and achy his stomach was to give in to the other mortified part of his brain. He rolled to his back, his belly sloshing with the movement as it pressed against her.

She chuckled softly. One hand was still up in his hair, stroking a line from his temple to his cheek. The other came to rest gently on top of his packed stomach. Tentative. Gentle.

When he arched his back into her touch, she put more weight on it. She felt around his stomach with her fingers, then started to rub gentle circles under his ribs. Long strokes going clockwise from his right side of the abdomen to his left side and down.

Isaiah squirmed under her hands as his stomach grumbled loudly, a series of bubbles making their way up. He struggled against the air.

Seline gave him a look, thumping his chest. That ushered up a loud burp. He gasped for air, blood rushing into his face. "I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing. How else is it supposed to help? You got too much air trapped in your tummy. I can feel it."

Isaiah shifted in discomfort, cheeks on fire. He pressed his forehead against the crook of her neck.

Seline returned to the broad, gentle strokes over the bulge. Isaiah didn't fight the next burp that came up, hiding his face out of view as the hot air clashed against her collarbone. She chuckled softly, kneading into the flesh. "It's okay, sweetheart. This will help."

She truly didn't seem to mind, pressing against him like that, even giving a little kiss to the back of his head she could reach.

His stomach groaned unhappily, but his muscles relaxed. The tautness gave into softness under her touch, and he could feel the heaviness moving downward, with each new bubbly burp creating more space.

He turned back on his back as a truly big pressure worked its way up his throat, cupping his mouth. A long, rumbly belch came up, muffled by his hand.

"Feeling better?" she asked, rolling closer. Her chin came to rest on his shoulder and she wrapped one hand around his neck and the other on his stomach.

He nodded against her, not trusting himself to speak, but he didn't feel so packed and tense anymore. "I'm sorry, that was so gr-"

"Don't even say it," she cut him off resolutely. "I forbid such lies." She nuzzled her cheek against his.

Isaiah breathed out in relief, bringing her closer with his arm around her neck. His midsection was still swirling, but it was a much more peaceful, harmonic sound.

He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes. It was surprisingly tiring to eat so much, but this was actually...nice. Comforting.

Three words insistently pressed themselves to his mind: He loved the way this girl smelled, the way she could make him feel better, her touch, her eyes. Her voice. Her body against his.

I love this girl so much.

His heart sped up at the thought and he held her tighter, not saying anything. Not yet anyway.

#this was sooo good!#they kept bringing Isaiah food and he ate it cause he didn’t wanna be rude #he’s like why so much food?? lol #poor guy being embarrassed for giving himself a tummy ache #Seline is wonderful! comforting her man and giving belly rubs

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rebelwhump · 8 hours

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#the girls #my ocs #picrew #jasmine sato #alice strong #tessa gilman #oc appearance

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rebelwhump · 2 days

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Change is Scary

This fic takes placed directly after this one. It's not absolutely crucial that you read that one before this one, but it might provide some more context.

Anyway this is chapter 1 of me throwing Finn and Drew for an absolute fucking loop.

I hope everyone enjoys Drew being physically and mentally distressed :)

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“Hey baby,” Finn said as Drew walked into the apartment.

“Hi.” She responded, mildly distracted as she unpacked the plastic cvs bag she walked in with.

Finn was too preoccupied, nibbling on saltines and watching reruns of Doctor Who to notice the slightly crushed box that Drew shoved into her hoodie pocket. She crumpled up the bag as well as the receipt and threw it in the trash as she walked down the hall to the bathroom.

She took a deep breath as she pulled the box out of her pocket. “Early Result,” “Fast and Accurate,” the callouts read as she opened it carefully, pouring the contents onto the bathroom counter. Fuck Fuck Fuck she thought to herself as she read the instructions. They were pretty straight forward… One… no, two… yes.

3 minutes felt like 3 hours in this situation. Drew was light headed and nauseous, which wasn’t really anything new anymore. She was repeating the same thing in her head over and over again like a mantra, One, no. Two, yes. One, no. Two, yes. She closed her eyes and took a breath in as she picked the test up and let it out as she opened her eyes. One, no. Two, yes. One, no. Two, Fuck.

Her heart sped up and her head swam, her vision blurring around the edges. This can’t be fucking real she thought as she turned around and steadied herself on the sink. Drew dropped the test, the plastic clattering as it fell in the sink and she dropped too, gripping the edge of the counter as she lowered herself to the floor. She felt like she was going to pass out, or vomit. Everything came back into focus and intense nausea washed over her making it clear which was about to happen. Drew clamped her hand over her mouth as she gagged and scrambled to lift the toilet lid in time for her coffee and granola bar to make a reappearance.

“Fuck” she mumbled to herself before retching and bringing up more of her meager breakfast.

“Drew? Did you just get sick?” Finn asked through the door, knocking lightly.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m okay. I promise. I just- I just need a minute.”

“Do you think you caught my bug?” He asked, guilt already bleeding into his words.

“Maybe,” She lied, flushing the toilet and sitting back, leaning her head back against the wall. “I’m not really feeling well at all.” Her voice cracked and she closed her eyes, willing the tears not to come, and failing miserably as they silently ran down her cheeks.

“Drew? Baby, are you crying?” Finn asked, trying the door and realizing it was locked.

“I’m okay, just give me a second.” She said, wiping her face with the back of her hand and heaving herself off of the floor. She grabbed the test out of the sink and shoved it into her pocket before opening the door.

Finn was standing right outside and instantly pulled her into a hug.

“Feeling icky?” He asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

“Yeah,” Drew sniffled, before pulling away.

“I’m sorry I gave you my stomach flu, Lovely” He said, pulling his sleeve over his hand to wipe some of Drew’s stray tears. “I know how much you hate being sick… Have you felt bad all morning?”

“Not really, I uh-” She cleared her throat. “It just hit me while I was out, I feel a little better now…”

“Okay, how about we get you some water and then lay down? We can put on some dumb movie and just relax, yeah?”

Drew took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah, that sounds really good. Can I just change real quick? I want to get out of these jeans.”

She walked down the hall into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She pulled the test out of her pocket and looked at it closer, two very clear lines. No doubt about it. She sighed and put the test in the drawer of her bedside table before she changed into pajamas and met Finn out on the couch.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as she snuggled up next to him.

Drew shrugged, “I’m okay.”

“Alright, let’s just relax babe.”

Laying on the couch she could tell that Finn was still warm, a residual low grade fever from his stomach bug that he was still recovering from and thought that he had given to her… She couldn’t continue to let him think he got her sick.

Currently, he was sleeping, having dozed off about 30 minutes after they settled in the living room.

“Finn?” She said quietly, watching the ceiling fan spin above her head.

“Hmm?” he responded, clearly still half asleep.

“I’m pregnant.” She said, barely above a whisper.

“What? Drew you’re whispering”

“I’m pregnant.” She responded a bit clearer.

This made him wake up a little bit.

“Wait, like… actually?”

“Yeah.” she mumbled, not looking at him.

“Oh…fuck…” He sighed, sitting up and running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah… fuck.”

#OMG YES!!#so excited to read more!#Finn still practically asleep and Drew drops that bomb #that would definitely wake a person up lol

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rebelwhump · 2 days

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Midterm Nerves

Here's a drabble, featuring Aaron and his nervous tummy, with Tessa as caretaker.

CW: emeto ____________

Aaron was hunched over his desk, a dim metal lamp illuminating his workspace, which consisted of his laptop, a spiral notebook, calculator, and mechanical pencil.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” Tessa said after sneaking into the bedroom. “Why aren’t you in bed?” Earlier that evening, Aaron had complained about a headache and feeling exhausted. She wasn’t surprised. Her boyfriend had been going nonstop the past week, getting ready for midterms, and his body didn’t take kindly to stress.

“I can’t sleep yet. Have to finish this assignment,” he replied, a slight irritation in his voice.

“What class is this for?” Tessa peered over Aaron’s shoulder to see him typing what appeared to be gibberish into a document on his computer.

“Control Systems and Automation,” he mumbled. “Please just…I really need to finish this.” She could tell he was anxious and a little panicked. Doing well in school was extremely important to Aaron. Failure was not an option. And by failure, that would be getting a B on an assignment instead of an A.

A faint grumbling could be heard from underneath Aaron’s sweater. Embarrassed, he planted a hand over his middle in an attempt to muffle the sound. “Why don’t I make you something to eat? Anything you want.”

“I'm alright. Besides, I don’t think I could stomach anything right now,” Aaron admitted, a grimace painted on his face. “I just need to focus.” That was his way of telling her to leave him alone.

Tessa decided to make him a snack anyways, just in case he felt up to eating later. She cut up an apple and scooped a heaping of peanut butter on the side of a plate. After boiling some water on the stove, she steeped a peppermint tea bag in his favorite Marvel mug. When she returned to the bedroom, food and tea in hand, Aaron was hunched over in his chair with both arms wrapped around his belly.

“Babe, are you okay?” Her sudden reappearance startled him and he immediately uncurled, planting both arms at his sides.

“I’m fine, just a little stomach ache,” he admitted.

“Maybe you’d feel better if you got some food in your belly. You’ve barely eaten all day.” Tessa set the plate down on his desk and he shook his head.

“Tess, I can’t…” he gulped down a wave of nausea. When his girlfriend didn’t let up, insisting his body needed the nutrients, he reluctantly nibbled at an apple slice.

The slightly tart fruit swirled in his tummy as he tried to focus his attention back on his work. Tessa had gone to the bathroom to get herself ready for bed, so he let himself rub a hand over the upset organ, eliciting a wet belch. In an attempt to distract himself from how queasy he was feeling, Aaron took a few sips of the peppermint tea, hoping it would settle the anxious churning in his gut. It seemed to do nothing more than to add to the feeling of fullness in his stomach.

Standing up from his desk, Aaron paced back and forth in the room. He hoped for a distraction from the restlessness he felt in his limbs, and the tightness in his chest. Maybe if he could just shake off some of this anxious energy, his belly would settle and he could get back to his assignment. His assignment. What if he doesn't get it done on time? What if he does a shit job and flunks the class? If that happens, his perfect GPA will be ruined and he’ll never get into grad school...

Aaron’s stomach lurched and he dove for the paper waste bin next to his desk. Frothy stomach acid mixed with undigested apples and tea came back up with little effort. An acidic peppermint taste coated his tongue and he gagged again, spitting into the bin.

“You’re alright, babe. Just get it all up,” Tessa cooed while she rubbed his back. She had come out of the bathroom in her pajamas to find her boyfriend on the floor, with his face shoved in the waste bin. Aaron’s back arched with another empty heave before he melted back into Tessa’s arms, absolutely spent. They sat on the floor for a few minutes, his girlfriend rubbing his arms and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s get you to bed,” she whispered in his ear, moving to help him stand.

“But my…” Aaron started to protest, panic surging through his body again.

Tessa cut him off. “Your assignment can wait. You need rest,” she said sternly before giving him another kiss on the top of his head. He gave in to her gentle touch and nodded, getting up to brush his teeth before he joined her under the covers. Tessa played with his hair and rubbed his belly, her warm hand soothing his nerves and lulling him to sleep.

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rebelwhump · 3 days

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Hi souppp!! This is like my first ever ask so sorry if there any issues. But I would just like to ask if there any specific blogs that have emeto sickfics because I’ve been looking for some and I’ve found none..

P.S, I love you’re ur stories🤍🤍

-🌊 anon

Hi 🌊 anon!!

Is there anything in specific you're looking for, anon?

Off the top of my head:

@sickly-qt @secretobsessionstuff @writing-whump @lisupandowntown @salembutnotthecat @tomato-sickfics @wussifer (Wussifer likes colds best, I believe), @wordsmithwhumpsandfluff @spoonsandcabbage @1heartsickfics @ethereousdelirious @boysbellyrubs @rebelwhump @areyougonnathrowup @angstyaches (Flick is on hiatus tho!)

#thanks for the shoutout! 💛#sickfic writers #emeto fics #blog recs

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rebelwhump · 3 days

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Midterm Nerves

Here's a drabble, featuring Aaron and his nervous tummy, with Tessa as caretaker.

CW: emeto ____________

Aaron was hunched over his desk, a dim metal lamp illuminating his workspace, which consisted of his laptop, a spiral notebook, calculator, and mechanical pencil.

“I can’t sleep yet. Have to finish this assignment,” he replied, a slight irritation in his voice.

“What class is this for?” Tessa peered over Aaron’s shoulder to see him typing what appeared to be gibberish into a document on his computer.

“Babe, are you okay?” Her sudden reappearance startled him and he immediately uncurled, planting both arms at his sides.

“I’m fine, just a little stomach ache,” he admitted.

“Maybe you’d feel better if you got some food in your belly. You’ve barely eaten all day.” Tessa set the plate down on his desk and he shook his head.

“Tess, I can’t…” he gulped down a wave of nausea. When his girlfriend didn’t let up, insisting his body needed the nutrients, he reluctantly nibbled at an apple slice.

“Let’s get you to bed,” she whispered in his ear, moving to help him stand.

“But my…” Aaron started to protest, panic surging through his body again.

#sickfic #emeto #burping #nausea #anxiety #nervous tummy #comfort #my writing #my ocs #aaron sanderson

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rebelwhump · 3 days

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I would love to see Leo and Jonah sick at the same time ^^

maybe one of them has food posioning and the other has been hiding some sort of stomach bug for a while that happens to show it’s face then?

if not that’s fine but would really like to see this!

-🪼

(First time submitting an ask :D)

This was sent before you switched to the 🧋anon tag.

Also requested by @vdoggg!

Food Poisoning - Part 3.

A continuation of Leo's birthday fic. Read part 1 here. Part 2 here.

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Leo was lying on the bed, curled up and trying to make sense if he was about to puke again, when he heard the front door opening. JD lifted up her head from where she had been happily kneading his thigh and he breathed out.

“It’s just Jon,” Leo grumbled, not moving a muscle. Jonah hadn’t texted him, but Leo had enough sense to figure out who had eaten the missing cupcakes and why he was back earlier than usual.

As if to confirm his point, he heard hurried steps and then the noise of liquid hitting liquid and Jonah’s signature loud burp down the hall, as he probably burst into the guest bathroom. Leo sighed, forcing himself to sit up and waiting a second as the room spun around him.

He had originally thought it was a simple overeating bellyache, even when he puked again as they arrived home, chalking that up to the vestiges of nausea and carsickness. Halfway through the night though, while Jonah was peacefully asleep, Leo was wrecked by the cramps in his lower belly and had given up on that notion as the runs hit him.

Leo felt mildly guilty he hadn’t been awake enough that morning to warn Jonah this was definitely food poisoning, then maybe his fiancee wouldn’t have eaten the cupcakes.

Grabbing on the walls to keep himself upright, Leo made his slow track down the hall and sighed as he found exactly what he had predicted. Jonah curled up in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl with arms, his shoulders hitching with a retch.

“Shit,” Leo sighed, slumping against the door and taking a deep breath to steady himself, “I’m sorry, Jon.”

A burp answered him, followed by more liquid splashing and then a pitiful whimper. Leo slowly entered the bathroom, which was much too small for the two men, and sat down on the cold ground, planting a hand on his fiance’s back.

He didn’t have the energy to rub, but Jonah didn’t seem to mind. After a couple minutes the other man finished coughing and raised a shaky hand to flush the toilet, so Leo grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and passed it to him. He heard Jon blow his nose, then flush again and finally he turned to look at Leo.

Leo cringed, his boyfriend looked damn near gray and his lips were a terrible pale shade. He had sweat beading all over his face, gluing his curls down to his temples, “Jon, are you-”

“Threw up- threw up in front of a patient,” Jonah informed him, in a little strangled voice. He closed his eyes, as if wincing at the memory, “I really don’t feel good.”

“I know,” Leo said truthfully, scooting closer. He couldn’t emphasize enough how much he understood Jon’s plight, given that just walking the short distance between their bedroom and the guest bathroom had caused his nausea to increase all over again, “I’m really sorry, Jon.”

“Not your fault,” Jonah groaned, turning to the toilet once more and spitting in it, planting a hand on his chest and massaging a burp up, “fuck…”

Leo tipped his head back against the cold tiles of the bathroom, trying to ignore the angry gurgling of his belly and how he felt like acid was crawling up his throat. He took a measured breath, gulping down, then startled as he felt a hand touching him.

Jonah let out a small snort at his jerkiness and Leo frowned, taking a second to realize Jonah was checking his vitals. He was being gentle, but the slight pressure on his Adam's apple was not helping Leo gulp down the nausea, so he pulled back.

“What are you doing…?”

“You’re really, really pale,” Jon frowned at him, “when did you last drink water?”

“You’re the one throwing up,” Leo pointed out with a pout, bringing his knees up to his chest, “are you done?”

Jonah shrugged, not reassuring him in the least, “I’m fine,” he said, using the toilet to pull himself up and then promptly leaning over the sink with a deafening retch. Leo scoffed, dizzily rubbing Jon’s thigh since he didn’t feel like he could get up now that he had sat down.

‘You’re fine, uh?”

A wet burp, followed by Jonah letting out a groan and wrapping an arm around his stomach… Then whimpering, “oh no,” and bent on the middle, clutching his belly. Leo raised his eyebrows.

“Jon…?”

“You need- I need you to get out,” Jonah groaned through clenched teeth, “now.”

“What… Why?” Leo tried to pull himself up, only to find that he really couldn’t and Jonah whimpered again.

“Fuck, Leo, I’m gonna shit my pants, get out-”

“I’m trying!” The blonde exclaimed, darting out a hand and grabbing the bathroom sink, in order to pull himself up, since his fiancee was of no help at all. On the contrary, Jonah seemed to have tuned him out, too preoccupied with the sour state of his intestines.

“Leo…”

“I’m-I’m go-” Leo didn’t finish his sentence, because being upright so quickly caused his head to swim, so instead of leaving the bathroom, he clutched the granite of the sink for dear life, breathing through his mouth, ears ringing and black spots dancing in front of his eyes. The queasiness that had been on the back burner until then, jumped up tenfold and Leo couldn’t do anything as he leaned forward and brought up a gush of pale yellow vomit in the basin.

Vaguely he heard Jonah groan and then the noise of his boyfriend falling sit on the toilet, sickness overriding any modesty.

Leo coughed, gasping for air and still white knuckling the sink. It felt like his head was floating. He gagged once more as he heard the noise of Jonah’s intestines emptying out and his fiancee let out a humiliated whine.

“I’m sorry, this is so gross, I-” Jonah all but whimpered, a sound so alien in his voice that it made Leo snap slightly back in reality.

He shook his head, opening the tap and washing away the vomit, before washing his mouth and forcing up a small burp. Leo hung over the sink, unsure if his belly was done with him.

“Jon?” he called after a minute, splashing some water on his face to try to get rid of the woozy sensation that he was about to pass out.

A cough answered him and Leo turned to look at his boyfriend, then groaned in sympathy. Jonah had grabbed the bin and planted it on his lap, as his own stomach joined his body’s attempt at purging.

“Aww angel,” Leo stumbled slightly forward, planting a hand on Jonah’s shoulder and squeezing his nape, “get it up, worst is almost over…”

Jonah’s whole body lurched with a big belch, that brought up another large wave of vomit inside their bathroom bin. Leo brought up a fist to his mouth and muffled a gag, turning his face away. He wasn’t one to get sympathy sick, but this was a gruesome sight when his stomach was already so upset.

He looked up at the ceiling, waiting until Jonah stopped heaving, then dared to glance down as the other man rasped out, “I’m done… I think I’m done…”

“Let me take this,” Leo took a forceful breath and retrieved the bin from Jonah’s hand, planting it on top of the sink and tying the trashbag, “do you need help…?”

“I’d rather die,” Jonah scoffed, wrapping both arms around his stomach and rocking softly, “bloody hell, Leo, it was just… Just two cupcakes, how the hell-”

“I don’t know,” Leo rubbed his face, frustrated, then grabbed the trashbag and fortified himself for the journey of getting out of the bathroom so Jon could get up and shower, “I’m going… I’m gonna give you some privacy. But I’m gonna leave the door open, okay?”

Not that he really could do anything in case Jonah slipped and fell in the shower, considering Leo was barely holding his own weight up. Jon was graceful enough not to mention it, though Leo wasn’t sure his boyfriend was even listening. Instead he was taking little rapid breaths, a sickly little burp sneaking up on him.

“Babe?”

“Bin-” Jonah’s voice was thick with nausea, “Leo- Gimme-”

Leo quickly pulled the tied trashbag out of the bin and passed the empty bucket back to Jonah, thankful that it wasn’t a hollowed out metal bucket like others they had in the house. Jon leaned over it immediately, barely retching before liquid sprayed from his mouth, then his back arched with a more violent heave.

“Jesus,” Leo whispered, starting to panic. This was quite violent and he hated that he couldn’t help as much as he wanted to. His legs were shaking and his own tummy was squeezing and cramping, intestines building a riot inside of him. Leo ignored the horrible sensation of his body revolting against him, in order to plant a shaky hand on Jonah’s shoulder and keep him from falling off the toilet.

After what felt like an eternity, Jonah planted the bin on the ground and his elbows on his knees, groaning, “fuck…”

Leo squeezed his shoulder, “I’m- Uhm- Are you-you done…?”

Jon’s head snapped up and he frowned at Leo’s sluggish sentences. Even exhausted and wrung dry, he hadn’t been losing liquids for as long as the other man had and was more alert.

“Leo, sit down,” he bossed and Leo shook his head, sweat breaking on his forehead and gluing his shirt down.

“Can’t- Don’t feel well…” He forced the words out, “are you okay…?”

“I’m fine,” Jonah stressed, “please, can you just sit down for a minute? I just need to shower-”

Leo nodded, then stumbled back and sat on the threshold between the bathroom and the hallway, whole body going down as if he was a broken doll. Jonah felt the start of panic prickling him, running his options through his mind.

Despite wanting to stay under the hot water for the rest of the day, Jon forced himself to keep the shower to only a minute, wrapping a towel around his hip and ignoring the way his belly was grumbling and whining all over again. He couldn’t even understand how he wasn’t empty yet.

Leo was in the exact same spot, he hadn't moved a muscle. Jonah crouched down, touching his fiance’s pale, slack face and hating the way he could feel Leo’s rapid heart beat.

“You’ve been puking since yesterday, this isn’t good,” Jon sighed, patting Leo’s cheeks, “baby, open your eyes.”

“Gon’besick,” Leo groaned, instead of obeying and Jonah jerked back just in time to avoid getting his arm coated in vomit, as Leo’s head hung and bright yellow bile splashed on his shirt.

Jonah groaned, sympathy sickness making his stomach squeeze and he didn’t have it in him to fight it, he turned his head and gagged. It took forever for his stomach to settle and he could feel Leo was still dry heaving, even without looking.

“We need help,” Jonah said, forcing himself to look at the mess and deciding there was no way he could handle this alone, when his body was hellbent on getting ready of any fluid he had ever consumed.

Leo let out a little whimper as an answer and Jonah made up his mind.

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“Christ,” Luke’s voice was much too loud in their quiet apartment and Jon jerked from the small nap he was taking in the middle of the hallway. He had managed to strip Leo out of his ruined shirt and changed into boxers himself instead of only a towel, but that was it. Moving Leo had been out of the question.

“Leo first,” Jonah opened his eyes, his head was pounding from all the heaving and coughing, “I think he needs a hospital…”

Lucas didn’t argue, crouching down in front of them and touching Leo’s cheeks, patting them softly, “Leo. Leo, hey-” he shook him a little harder, until the blonde let out a groan and opened his eyes. His face immediately twisted into a frown, the cramps hitting him now that he was awake.

“Luke…?” Leo groaned, curling up as much as he could, but Lucas was having none of it. He forced the other man to open up and threw an arm around his neck.

“C’mon,” Luke’s voice came out strained as he managed to pull Leo up on his feet, “couch with you. You need to drink something.”

“Gonna… Gonna go right through-” Leo groaned, his head lolling and he pressed his nose to Luke’s neck, “won’tssstay down- Where’s Jon?”

“He’s fine,” Lucas managed to plant Leo on the couch, then grabbed some cushions and planted them under Leo’s legs, “I brought stuff.”

“What did you bring…?” Jonah tried to get up from the hallway, only to find that he was much weaker than he thought. His face burned with embarrassment as he too had to be hugged by Luke and pulled up.

“Everything the drugstore would sell me without a prescription,” Luke huffed, planting Jonah in the opposite couch to Leo’s and then heading to the door in order to retrieve his grocery bag. He put it down on the coffee table, then removed a gatorade bottle, and five different medicine bottles.

“Here,” Luke handed Jonah two different pills and a bottle of gatorade, “try holding these down.”

“Where’s JD?” Leo whispered from the other couch. He had curled up as much as he could and Jonah winced at the sight of him, throwing Lucas a panicked glance. He didn’t like at all the shade of white Leo had reached.

“What?” Luke asked, walking closer. For Leo he opened the gatorade bottle and stuck a straw inside of it.

The blonde made a face as the straw was pressed to his lips, trying to move away, “she must be starving…”

“I’ll look for JD in a minute,” Lucas ushered him closer, “just one sip, Leo. If you can’t then we’re gonna go to the hospital.”

The vague threat worked, because Leo finally took a gulp. Jonah watched him anxiously, already so familiar with the way his boyfriend worked that he fully expected to see the drink come up within seconds. When that didn’t happen, he allowed himself to fully collapse against the couch’s cushions.

“How long has this been going on?” Lucas’ voice was distant, followed by a meow and then his footsteps. JD meowing louder. Jonah turned his head, fighting valiantly the urge to go to sleep and scoffed as he saw Luke clutching JD in his hands.

“Don’t squeeze her like that,” he glared at the other man, while from the opposite couch Leo let out a pained groan.

“Luke-” It was a whimper, and then Lucas dropped JD and lurched just in time to catch the mouthful of gatorade in the crumpled groceries paperbag. Jonah squeezed his eyes to avoid looking at the mess, feeling even worse that he was so useless.

His own stomach churned uneasily and Jonah rolled on his side, focusing on breathing in and out and not on how awful he felt that he couldn’t be of any comfort or help as Leo continued to dry heave.

“Fuck,” Lucas said and Jonah dared to open his eyes. Leo had fallen against their friend, white as a corpse, and not even fighting it as Luke wiped his lips with his thumb, puke be damned.

“Hospital,” Jonah bossed, even dizzy as he was, “take him.”

“Yeah,” Luke nodded, carefully pushing Leo against the couch’s back, “Bella is coming over, she just stopped to buy us food. We’ll wait for her.”

“Nooo-” Jonah shook his head, then his stomach clenched violently and he gagged, but all that fell on the floor was a clear line of spit, “don’t-”

“I’m not leaving you alone,” Lucas said harshly, crossing the room and forcing Jonah to sit up correctly, then grabbing a bucket and pushing it on his lap, “and Leo’s not gonna die in the fifteen minutes it’ll take her to get here. Chill.”

“Can’t…” Jonah mumbled miserably, too tired to hide how raw he felt, when Leo was this sick. He felt like crying and probably would have, if he wasn’t so dehydrated, “can’t chill.”

Luke’s frown softened up, replaced by all concern and sympathy and he crouched down in front of Jonah, grabbing the gatorade bottle once more, ‘yeah, I know, man. But I’m looking out for both of you. You trust me?”

Jon hesitated, then nodded, refusing to meet Luke’s eyes and the other man pushed the cold bottle in his hand, “take another sip. Bell is nearly here, I’m going to pack Leo a bag.”

True to what Luke had said, not more than ten minutes later, Bella entered the apartment. She was carrying another set of groceries and in true pragmatic fashion didn’t spare them even a look, heading straight to the kitchen to empty their fridge of the possibly tainted food and repack it.

“Okay,” Luke walked back to Leo, with a backpack around his shoulder, “let’s go, Leo.”

“Jonah…” Leo mumbled dizzily, burying his face in Luke’s chest, “Jon’s sick too-”

“I know, but he’s in better shape than you,” Luke grunted, pulling Leo up and stumbling a little, “Bell will stay here to keep him company.”

“JD-”

“She’s fine,” Bella said softly, rushing ahead to open the door for them and picking up the cat when she tried to sneak past her legs. The woman held up the kitten so Leo could see it and he blinked blearily, clearly feeling too awful to string things together.

“She’s hungry…”

“I’ll feed her,” Bella vowed and Luke huffed, tightening up his hold on Leo as the blonde started to slip down.

“Everything is fine here, we’re gonna be back in no time,” Luke promised, dragging him away. Finally they were alone, Jonah and Bella, and Jon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He curled up even more on the couch and almost smiled when JD jumped from Bell’s arms to come pester him.

“That’s some food poisoning,” Bell wrinkled her nose, walking closer, “how you holding up, Jon?”

“Not well,” Jonah leaned his head against the couch’s arm. He didn’t say it out loud, but he felt an immense relief at knowing Leo was on his way to getting fluids. He didn’t think he needed to say anything to Bell, she always seemed to just know.

“Did you throw up the meds?”

“Nope,” he planted a hand on his unsettled, bloated stomach, “but I might.”

“Well, try not to,” Bella rolled her eyes, then dangled her fingers for JD, “pspspsps, let’s have dinner, poor thing. You must be starving.”

Jonah stayed quiet as he heard Bella move around in the kitchen, serving JD her food and sorting through the mess. He continued to sip on his gatorade, only to find that had been a mistake when a sharp burp brought up a splash of acidic liquid to his throat.

“Fuck me,” Jon groaned, curling up and trying to massage the burps out of his belly before he ended up wasting all the hard work to keep down his meds.

“Don’t do that,” Bella circled the coffee table, holding a tall mug filled with coffee for herself. She unceremoniously pushed his leg to the side so they could share the couch and leaned in, slapping Jonah’s hand away from his belly, “let me.”

“Bella…” Jonah’s face burned with embarrassment, which got even worse when she pressed her fingers against his sloshy, bloated belly and it immediately caused a sick burp to erupt.

Bell rolled her eyes, smirking at him, “relax, I promise I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

Jon scoffed, cupping his mouth and belching again, his throat aching with the force behind it, “please.”

“Maybe just Leo,” Bella grinned, sliding her hand over the curve of his sick belly and chuckling when Jonah let out a groan at her threat.

#absolute perfection #Leo feeling guilty for not warning Jon #not having the energy to even rub Jon’s back #Jon being so worried about Leo even when he’s super sick #feeling guilty himself for not being able to do more #Jon wondering how two cupcakes made him so ill #I’m glad Jon realized they needed help and called Luke #and tells him to take care of Leo first #aww Leo being worried about JD #Luke really likes to wipe puke from peoples mouths with his bare hands huh? lol #Bella giving Jon a belly rub?! shows how bad he must be feeling #sickfic #emeto

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rebelwhump · 3 days

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After Party

This fic is a bit different than my others. Much more angst focused. This is a work of fiction, so some details may not be entirely accurate. The events that happen prior to this fic will be revealed later.

CW: emeto, physical altercation, dissociation ______

There was a sidewalk that snaked through campus, leading to her apartment building on the other side. Alice stumbled several times, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. The cracks in the pavement swam beneath her blurry vision. The night air was chilly and goosebumps had bloomed across her exposed skin. She vaguely recalled wearing more than just her bralette and jean shorts, but her head was too fuzzy to process anything right now. The world tilted on its axis, and Alice fell with it, collapsing onto the dewy grass. It all seemed to happen in slow motion; one moment she was walking upright, and the next, she was laying on her side, something pricking her bare legs. Suddenly, her stomach lurched, and a torrent of warm, sour liquid spewed from her lips. Taken by surprise at the unexpected expulsion of her stomach contents, Alice started to choke and cough, trying to get rid of the bitter taste of last night's alcoholic binge.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” a deep voice hollard from above. A campus security officer was standing over Alice, wearing his uniform and two-way radio. He was a little pudgy around the middle, with a thick neck and buzz cut.

“M’ fiiinne,” Alice moaned as she rolled onto her knees in an attempt to push herself up off the ground. Her arms and legs felt heavy and weak and she started to slump back down but was held up by two strong hands under her arms. “Ge’ the fuuc’ off’mme!” The words were slurred, but the message was clear as she began fighting to get out of this man’s grasp. However, the officer didn’t let go. He had a firm grip on her as he attempted to help her stand.

“Miss, calm down. I’m just trying to help you,” he stated forcefully while yanking Alice to her feet. Her vision blurred and she struggled to keep herself upright. Not again. Need to get away. Balling up her first, she swung it at the officer's nose, but her aim was off and she smacked against his cheekbone instead. Recoiling from the hit, the man’s expression turned from shocked to angry. His grip on her tightened and Alice whimpered, fear taking hold. Again, she fought to escape. This time she kicked behind her and took out his right knee, causing them both to tumble forward to the ground. This gave Alice enough time to roll out from under him, lifting her legs to her chest before kicking the guard hard in the nose. A sickening crunch could be heard as her boot made contact, a painful yelp followed shortly after. Using the distraction, she rolled onto her stomach and tried to get up and run, but a hand wrapped around her ankle and yanked her back down. The side of her face collided with a patch of dirt, where the grass refused to grow, and she could faintly hear the officer calling for backup on his two-way radio.

The last bit of adrenaline had been zapped from her body as the security guard climbed on top of her. Alice tried to find a place to escape in her mind, to think of anything other than the weight of this large man pressing down on her back.

It suddenly felt like she was outside of her body, looking down from above. There was a stillness, a numbing calm. Muffled voices ringing in her ears, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She felt more hands touching her, pulling and twisting her limbs. Something hard and cold was wrapped around her wrists before she was being guided towards flashing red and blue lights. More voices. Were they speaking to her?

“Ma’am. Do you understand?” Shocked out of her dissociation when a flashlight was shined into her eyes. Squinting and trying to turn away, she heard a man’s voice mumble something about her pupils. This voice was different from the one who tackled her - smooth and higher pitched. Alice didn’t say a word, she knew better than to talk to cops - or stupid campus security. Instead, she sank down into the police car's vinyl seats and looked straight ahead. It wasn't her first time getting into trouble. She knew the drill.

From the moment the car took off, Alice knew this wasn’t going to end well for her. She was never one to get motion sick, but her lingering dizziness, combined with the officer's semi-erratic driving, did nothing to calm her increasingly queasy stomach. A sudden gurgle in her throat morphed into a loud belch. Alice hiccupped and burped again. She made eye contact with the driver in the rear view mirror. They looked very nervous. Alice couldn’t help but giggle, which jostled her tummy and sent another burp up, along with a bit of bile that she swallowed back down.

A few minutes passed and she thought she was in the clear, until the vehicle suddenly screeched to a halt. Alice went flying forward, bumping her forehead on the plastic divider separating the front and back seats. The abrupt movement, and pressure from the lap belt, caused the contents of her stomach to violently slosh and churn. There was little warning before her body rejected it all together and a torrent of vomit splashed onto her lap, the foot well, and the prisoner partition. The officer let out a string of expletives, but continued to drive. The station was just a few blocks away, and Alice didn’t blame them for not wanting to be trapped in a car with the stench of her puke.

Another mugshot, another fingerprint scan, and this time, a change of clothes. Alice was back in a holding cell, tapping her fingers on the white painted brick. Although her stomach still felt sour, it was mostly settled. The embarrassment struck her once she arrived at the jail, and everyone turned to look at the girl covered in vomit. However, there was one kind female officer who took her into a separate room and helped her clean up.

After what felt like hours, Alice was finally able to make her phone call. She knew who to call, but was not looking forward to the conversation. They had bailed her out of trouble countless times before, but she knew she was about to be chewed out. Fuck it. Alice dialed the number and waited while the phone rang and rang. Finally, he picked up.

“What the fuck did you do this time, Al?” The voice boomed through the receiver, and she pulled it away from her ear.

“Hello to you too, bro,” Alice replied, rolling her eyes. Calvin was two years older than her, and had his own history of getting into trouble with the law.

“I don’t have time for niceties when I’m getting a call from the Chicago police department at five in the goddamn morning.” Was it five already? Damn. “What the hell did you even do?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I fucked up. Can you please just come and get me now?” She really didn’t want to admit to her brother what she did.

“Not until you tell me why you’re there? Let me guess…you got drunk and tried to ride a float in the pride parade? Or you got drunk and tried to release all of the animals at the renaissance fair? Oh wait…”

“Fuck you. That elephant was clearly being abused!” Alice heard her brother scoff on the other end of the phone, and she took a deep breath. “Okay…I may or may not have kicked a campus security guy in the face.”

“Jesus Christ, Al. I thought you were done pulling shit like this.” She could hear the disappointment oozing out of every word. “I can’t believe you assaulted a cop! Were you trying to get arrested?”

“It was campus security, not a real cop.” Alice rolled her eyes. “Besides, he came at me first! I was just defending myself.” she explained, wrapping the cord of the phone around her finger. When he didn’t immediately reply, she spoke again, but this time her voice was softer. “Calvin, can you please bail me out?” Surely he wouldn’t just leave her here. Right?

“…obviously. Fucking idiot,” he mumbled the insult, and Alice smirked. “I’ll be there in a couple hours, alright? Try not to go berserk and dropkick any other officers.”

“Thank you.” Alice let out a deep breath she didn’t realize she was holding and hung up the phone. I may write an additional scene where Calvin comes to pick her up, but I'm not sure. Let me know what you think!

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rebelwhump · 4 days

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thankyouuuuuu so much 2 the anon whos enabling my nonsense by sending more emojissss (i split them up bc there were so many will have the rest up soon) random emoji ask game part whatever

😳 Is there anybody in your character's life who blushes at the sight of their belly? Maybe somebody who can't help but stare? Perhaps even somebody who just can't keep their hands off it? How does your character feel about that?

🫥 How easily embarrassed by their tummy is your character? Would a rumble or a burp have them blushing? What about a very noticeable bloat, or even a wardrobe malfunction? Has there ever been a time when their belly did something that made them want to disappear? Or are they fully unfazed by even the most attention-drawing slips?

🩺 Does your character listen to their belly when it tells them they're hungry/full, or do they ignore it?

🌝 Does your character enjoy being full? How does it make them feel, physically, emotionally, etc? What about when they're a little too full, or even uncomfortably stuffed?

💥 Your character's poor tummy is just about on the verge of bursting. How much did it take to get them there? A lot of food? A little? Are there any particular instances they could recall where they've felt like this?

🫳 How does your character feel about having their belly rubbed? Will they ask for it? How do they respond when it happens? Are they particular about who touches their belly, if anybody?

🍄 Has your character ever gotten sick by eating something they shouldn't have? What happened? Was anybody there to help them?

🌡️ How does your character like to be treated when they're not feeling good, particularly with an upset tummy? Do they want to be left alone, or do they want to be fussed over? Who would they like to have caring for them?

🌶️ Does spicy food bother your character's belly at all? Does it leave them feeling bloated or with an upset stomach, or even just give them hiccups? If so, do they try to avoid it, or do they take the risk?

🎡 Does your character ever feel motion sick? Do wild amusement park rides upset their belly? What about planes or cars? Do they try to avoid these things? How do they cope?

🔊 How noisy is your character's belly? Is it noisy only under specific circumstances? Do others tend to notice it, or is it more subtle?

☣️ Are there any particular foods that really upset your character's belly? How does it affect them? Do they make an effort to avoid it? If not, how frequently do they eat it?

#prompts #asks open #send asks please

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rebelwhump · 5 days

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I’m such a sucker for serious characters who try to hide it when their stomach hurts but someone sees through them anyways

A business-type trying to stay on task and get things done but their belly is cramping and a split-second hesitation when answering a simple question prompts the other person to ask if they’re alright, studying their pale face with concern. Bonus points for form-fitting professional clothes that strain a little over a slightly-bloated middle…

Or maybe a hard laborer, just in from a long day’s work, eagerly eating just a bit too much of the dinner their partner has waiting for them when they come home. They’re a tough-on-the-outside-soft-on-the-inside kinda soul and trying so hard to nap off the painful too-full rumbles and heavy ache so they won’t ruin their loved-one’s evening, but they can’t bite back a moan when shifting a little too suddenly on the couch.

or my favorites — responsible types, the ones always looking out for everyone else. They’re shepherding their group of friends in a crowded place as usual, keeping a count of every head and their tummy is torturing them. They’re not sure if it’s something they ate or if they’re coming down with something but it hurts so much and they feel really sick and all they want to do is lie down. But they just can’t drown out that little voice that says they’re letting everyone down if they can’t be their best responsible self for the rest of the group. They have to stand there and hold things so everyone else can go on the fair rides. Best to lock their knees and stare straight ahead and hope desperately no one can tell they’re shaking with the effort it takes not to bend double, holding their stomach and sinking to the ground.

the best part?

The usually serious/tough/responsible types get the most attentive and loving care once everyone realizes how much they need it. ♡

#prompts #tummy ache

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rebelwhump · 5 days

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Part 2 of Leo's birthday - Jonah's turn.

This was a request from🧋anon!

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Leo was cute when he slept and Jonah was sure this was an objective opinion and not just because he was head over heels in love with the guy.

He was sprawled on the bed, occupying most of it and snoring softly, shirtless and having already kicked away most of the blankets. Despite the terrible ending of their night, Jon was still counting that as a good birthday. Sure, Leo had puked on Wendy’s shoes and then again on the kitchen sink as soon as they got home, but afterwards he had climbed into bed with Jonah, complaining about a bellyache, and had melted like a golden retriever pup on his lap, dozing off within minutes of getting the belly rub.

That should still count as a good birthday, right?

“Baby,” Jonah crawled on the bed, freshly showered and ready to head in for work, “Leo. Wake up, you’re going to be late for work,” he shook his fiance’s shoulder, “Leo.”

He’d probably end up being late himself at this rate. Leo groaned and swatted his hand away, making Jonah scoff.

“I’m heading to work,” he whispered, brushing Leo’s hair away from his face, “and I’m gonna set your phone’s alarm. Thirty more minutes, then you have to get up.”

“Uhhrgh,” was Leo’s response and Jonah rolled his eyes, doing as he had promised and leaving the bedroom. He had spent too much time in the shower and there wouldn’t be any time to make himself food, but the cupcakes Leo had brought over from work were still in the fridge.

Figuring his boyfriend certainly wouldn’t want them after puking due to too much food last night, Jonah quickly polished off the two cupcakes on his way down to the garage.

As his day progressed, Jonah’s good humor started to tank. Everything felt like too much, his clothes clinging to him, the hospital noise that normally he could drown out without thinking, sounding much louder than usual.

Around 10 AM, he got a kid wailing down the ER and a distraught mom absolutely chewing the hell out of the paramedic who had just brought him in. Jonah cringed as he realized he’d have to be the one handling this. There were many reasons why he wanted to be a surgeon and one of them was no angry moms hovering about while he tried to do his job.

He’d take a heart attack any day over a broken leg.

Mom’s name was Louise and she was not impressed by Jonah’s bedside manner. Her son was named Charlie and he was struggling to keep up, the poor kid’s chin wobbling as he tried valiantly not to cry.

“Charlie, we’re going to-”

The dam broke and more tears came up. Jonah sighed, resisting the urge to fan himself. It was so warm. He planted a sympathetic hand on the kid’s shoulder, wiping away the tears. It was painful to watch, knowing the boy was only hurting himself more by sobbing like that.

“You’re okay,” Jonah cooed softly, as the nurse started up an IV, communicating silently with him. There was no way they could wait for oral painkillers to take effect before wheeling the kid to x-ray and that was considering he didn’t make himself sick with all the crying, “it’s just a little poke.”

“Hu-hurttssss,” the little boy continued to cry and Jonah rubbed his back, checking his watch. Five minutes for the morphine to kick in. Louise was patting her foot nervously on the ground, whole body shaking with anxiety.

“Ma’am, he’s in good hands,” Jonah explained, just to say something. His stomach was starting to slosh uncomfortably, “we’re waiting for the painkillers to kick in and then we’ll go to x-ray, you’re welcome to accompany-”

“Of course I’m going with him, are you crazy?” She scoffed at him, stepping closer and cooing over her son. Jonah resisted the urge to move away, as the kid wiped at his nose grossly on the back of his sleeve and slightly cuddled up to his side. He was getting heavy.

“There we go,” Jon lowered him against the pillow, “hurting less?”

The boy nodded, his face still all pink and wet with tears, “still hurts.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he grimaced, signing the kid’s record and jolting down his next instructions, “we can’t give you too much medicine, in case we need to do another procedure. As soon as the X-rays are done we’ll give you better meds,” Jonah smoothed the boy’s hair back gently, “we’re going to move your bed now, okay Charlie? Are you feeling alright?”

The kid sucked in a sob, but nodded and Jonah smiled at him, “nurse Marjorie is going to stay with you the whole time,” he gestured to the much older nurse, who was one of his favorite people in the hospital. She had more than 30 years of experience, was trained for surgeries and tough as nails. “Then as soon as you’re released from X-Ray I’m going to see you again, okay?”

“O-Okay…” The kid’s voice broke and Jonah squeezed his hand in a sympathetic manner, before allowing the technicians to wheel him away, his mother not sparing the doctor a second glance.

As soon as they were out of sight, Jonah allowed his smile to fade.

While the interaction had been brief — and Louise hadn’t actually shaped up to be a momzilla, just a regular worried mother — it had been long enough for his stomach to go from “a little off” to “full blown nausea”.

He felt a weird pressure travel up and Jonah quickly excused himself, power walking to the bathrooms, stripping his white coat as he rushed there so he wouldn’t be so recognizable as a doctor.

The bathroom, given it was near the ER, wasn’t empty. There were five stalls on each side, the middle of the room had a large slab of stone with a mirror and five sinks on each side of the mirror. No urinals, for which Jonah was very glad.

He rushed inside of a stall and brought his coat to his mouth, muffling a loud, thick burp. Even with the fabric in the way, it was still pretty loud and he was sure others had heard it. Whatever, this was a hospital, he tried to reassure himself, as yet another sickening burp rolled up.

Jonah let out a little moan and lowered the coat, head hanging in shame and nausea. He folded the coat over one arm, slightly palming his stomach under his button up shirt. It was warm to the touch and bloated and the small pressure of his hand on it caused another belch to rush up, this one too expected for him to muffle it.

It hurt his throat, the acidic sludge of his tummy rushing up with the burp, but he swallowed it down last second. Jonah pressed his forehead to the hard white plastic of the stall’s wall and breathed out slowly, he had to get his body in check. At least finish his ER hours.

Defeated and knowing he wouldn’t puke right at this moment, Jonah walked out of the stall to wash his face.

The next two hours went like a blur. He tried his best to focus on his patients, but was forcefully reminded by his stomach that it was still very upset every other minute. He had grabbed a plastic cup of water and was sipping on it in between patients, pushing down the thick sweet saliva that kept flooding his mouth.

Finally Claire came to relieve him, so he could go for lunch, and Jonah could’ve cried. Instead of heading down to the cafeteria or to the many restaurants that were around the hospital’s complex, he went to the doctor’s staff to lie down.

There was coming and going in the place, it was a change of shifts after all, and Jonah reached for his phone inside his locker. He grabbed it, then went to the back room where there were two bunker beds in case they needed to sleep.

One of the top ones was already occupied and Jonah put his phone on silent mode, then crawled on a bottom bed, curling up on his side and muffling another sick burp against the thin pillow.

He wrapped an arm around his stomach, bringing up his knees and squeezing his eyes as the pressure made his belly feel like it was full with boiling liquid.

There were texts from Leo and Jonah squinted at the screen, lowering the brightness and struggling to understand what his boyfriend was saying.

Leo: Gonna call in sick at work, still feeling pretty shitty. Don’t think I overdid it yesterday, just ate something off.

Leo: Good news! You’ll be happy to know the restaurant we went to didn't make me sick. I got food poisoning at the office :) When I get my hands on Sandy she’s done for.

Leo: Apparently they canceled everyone’s schedule, because everyone called in sick. Isn't that lovely? You bet your ass we’re gonna have a lecture on food handling and what not, can’t wait.

Leo: When are you coming home, my tummy hurts and I want cuddles 🥺🥺 JD is sick of me

Leo: Jon, did you eat the cupcakes in the fridge? Baby, pls text me back.

The string of texts started at 8 AM and ended just around 10 AM, with one missed call accompanying it. Jonah gagged as he realized he had eaten the poisoned stuff as well and he dropped his phone on the mattress, half sitting up on the bed and trying to figure if he was about to spew or not.

He was sweating. Jon undid his tie and opened the top buttons of his shirt, sitting fully up and cradling his stomach. The whole organ was snarling like crazy and he gulped down when the flipping of its contents made him gag, almost bringing up liquid.

“Fuck,” Jonah whispered, grabbing his phone, coat and tie and slipping out of the bedroom. He needed a bathroom, not a bedroom- His intestines cramped and Jon froze, shuddering at the sensation. He really needed a bathroom.

At least the doctor’s one was much more private. It still had stalls, but only two and the place was empty. Jonah dropped all his items to the ground, suddenly too restless and panicked to mind how gross that was. He wasn’t sure if he was going to shit his pants or puke.

His stomach let out an upset whine and then a rush of bubbles went south, making up his mind for him. His hands were shaking as they fumbled with his belt and fly and he could feel his tummy rumbling ominously against his touch.

He sat on the toilet, then wrapped his arms around his middle, gulping down nervously. The lights over his head felt like too much and he was sweating like hell.

The runs left him so dizzy he was forced to plant a hand on the stall’s wall in order not to fall off the toilet. Jonah didn’t even bother muffling the sick burping fit that followed, his head swimming.

Once he finally managed to get out of the bathroom, Jonah stared at his reflection angrily. He looked like hell. Sweat had glued down his tight curls to his temples and was beading over his forehead and mustache area, he looked gray, his lips pale…

He washed his face and hands vigorously, then took a gulp of tap water and breathed through the sensation of it settling in his stomach like a brick. Jonah checked his watch, then groaned out loud, there was no way he’d be able to last the remaining five hours he still had to go.

Wendy picked up on the third ring, sounding sleepy. She had the night shift today and Jonah felt bad about waking her up, but not so bad he considered not calling. He wanted to go home, his whole body was shaking.

“Yeah?” she yawned, “Jon?”

“Dee, can you cover for me? I don’t feel well,” he said, straight to the point. Another yawn.

“Please tell me Leo didn’t have a stomach bug. I can't get the flu again, I’m gonna cry,” Wendy groaned and he heard her moving around.

“No, food poisoning and I-” he turned his head, muffling a sick burp and gagging over the sink when it brought up some thick, extra sweet spit. Jonah took a steady breath, “I think I got it as well.”

“Fantastic,” Wendy deadpanned, “I can go in one hour, can you handle that long?”

He knew she only lived 10 minutes away from the hospital and that the 50 other minutes were probably to tell Vince goodbye, since he’d be driving back to Doverport. Jonah felt mildly annoyed at the fact she’d be making out with her boyfriend while he was dying, but he also knew she was already doing a gigantic favor by coming in five hours before she needed to.

“Yeah, I can handle one hour,” he sighed, clutching his stomach.

“Alright, I’ll be there,” she hung up without further ado and Jonah let out a sigh.

The thing was, he could clock out and then stay in the bathroom until Wendy arrived, but then it would mean his chart would show he had left five hours earlier and Jonah needed all the hours he could get. Whenever Wendy covered for him or he covered for her, they never clocked out.

So instead of being smart and staying in the bathroom, he forced himself to go sit in his office.

Normally he liked clinic office hours, but not today. Today he didn’t like anything.

Jonah was sitting there, with his head in his hands and considering the stupidity of his actions given how badly his stomach was churning and how he kept burping — thank god his door was shut —, when there was a knock.

He glanced at his watch. 30 more minutes, couldn’t be Wendy.

“Come-” just speaking increased his nausea tenfold and Jonah interrupted himself as he gagged, sliding the trashcan that was under his desk closer and–

The door opened, the person on the other side clearly not realizing he hadn’t finished his words. The little boy from before, now in crutches and with his leg on a cast, still looking like he was in pain and ready to cry, his mother right behind him…

“Fuck,” Jonah groaned, when his stomach gave up on him and he had no choice but to dive for the trashcan as a thick wave of vomit came up. He brought it up to his mouth, to shield his face from view, but still he heard over the rushing in his ears as the woman let out a shriek.

Humiliation only heightened his stomach ache and he coughed, bringing up another wave of overly sweet vomit. It tasted just like the chocolate cupcakes, except rotten. Jonah burped mid retch, feeling more than a little woozy and he fell from his chair, grabbing on the desk to keep from going down entirely.

A lot more noise now and then a hand was in the middle of his back, a female voice ushering his distraught patients out. He prayed the next wave of puke would drown him.

No such luck, his tummy squeezed again and Jonah let out a whimper as he was forced to burp and it brought up some more chunks of his poisoned breakfast. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime but was probably just a couple minutes, he stopped feeling like he was about to hurl and was left panting over the trashcan.

He was shaking like hell and his stomach was cramping, intestines as well. Everything felt sort of fuzzy around the edges.

“Jon?” Wendy’s voice was like a balm to his nerves and he nearly cried. Instead he let out a groan and pulled back from the trashcan, falling vaguely against her. He heard her let out a little huff as he weight rested on her, but her hand was cold and gentle as it came to cup his forehead.

“Killme, Wen,” he groaned, his words sticking together and she let out a sigh, rubbing his arm.

“Are you done?”

“For now,” Jonah nodded. He knew he was far from done, not only because of the food, but because he felt a new type of nausea mix into his belly. Anxiety, panic, “my patients-”

“It’s okay,” Wendy squeezed his arm, “don’t think about that. Claire took them out.”

“Fuck,” he turned his head and blinked, finally getting a hold of his bearings. They were sitting on the ground, practically under his desk. Wendy had her white coat on and she looked incredibly concerned, “you’re not gonna call me an idiot for not sitting in the doctor’s lounge until you arrived?”

Wendy shook her head, “you’re feeling too bad for me to tease you,” she stroked his cheek lightly and Jonah felt a knot in his throat. He nodded in agreement and leaned forward, planting his forehead to her shoulder, a weird position given Wendy was much shorter than he was.

“I wanna die,” he groaned and she rubbed his back.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” she ushered him up, “I’ll get their details and you can send the mom an apology card and some fancy wine. It’s not the end of the world, I promise you.”

“Stewarts-” Jonah started to say, meaning his supervisor, who’d absolutely chew him out for this and Wendy glared at him, pushing him along the hallway.

“You couldn’t have known, it came out of nowhere,” she lied through her teeth, “right? You were feeling fine before.”

Jonah cringed, but nodded, buying in the lie, “yeah, I certainly didn’t feel gross for hours beforehand.”

“Exactly,” Wendy pushed him down the hallway, “I’m gonna drive you home, okay? And you’re gonna be a decent patient and drink loads of water and get your boy to do the same, because I don’t want to see any of you in my hospital later.”“Don’t call Leo my boy, that’s weird,” Jonah groaned, but he was feeling overwhelmingly fond of his best friend. He loved this woman so much.

#when Jon decided to eat the cupcakes I was like nooooo #poor guy getting sick in front of a patient and his mom #I’d be mortified!#Jon has amazing work ethic though for working so long while feeling sick #sickfic #emeto

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After Party

CW: emeto, physical altercation, dissociation ______

“What the fuck did you do this time, Al?” The voice boomed through the receiver, and she pulled it away from her ear.

“Hello to you too, bro,” Alice replied, rolling her eyes. Calvin was two years older than her, and had his own history of getting into trouble with the law.

“I don’t have time for niceties when I’m getting a call from the Chicago police department at five in the goddamn morning.” Was it five already? Damn. “What the hell did you even do?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I fucked up. Can you please just come and get me now?” She really didn’t want to admit to her brother what she did.

“…obviously. Fucking idiot,” he mumbled the insult, and Alice smirked. “I’ll be there in a couple hours, alright? Try not to go berserk and dropkick any other officers.”

#sickfic #emeto #burping #nausea #vomiting #carsick #whump #angst #dissociation #drugged #my writing #my ocs #alice strong

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Heartburn (Benji)

just a fluffy little drabble :)

As yet another unintentional burp blew past his lips, Benji threw his head back against the couch with a huff of frustration. He brought a fist to his mouth a second too late and swallowed thickly. His stomach had been acting up since dinner, bloated and churning with gas that he was having a hell of a time trying to get under control.

Taryn sighed from beside him. “Do you need an Alka-seltzer or something?”

He shamelessly shoved a hand up his t-shirt to rub his belly and shook his head. “Nah,” he said simply, turning his head to the side as another belch rumbled up his throat. He could feel his girlfriend’s eyes burning holes in the side of his head and he rolled his head over to face her again. “What?” He asked, frowning deeply.

“Let me rephrase,” Taryn put a hand on his shoulder, “will you take some? For my sake?”

Benji’s face twitched in slight amusement and his eyes softened. “Sorry,” he apologized, “my gut’s acting up like fucking crazy.”

Taryn slid her hand onto his back and patted gently. “Yeah, I got that. You’re like…a volcano or something. I think an antacid would do you some serious favors right now, babe. I’ll go grab you one.”

Benji nodded with a resigned sigh, rubbing his chest gingerly. There was a flicker of heartburn behind his sternum and acid licking the back of his throat. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and coughed. “Fucking reflux,” he mumbled as Taryn returned.

“Really? Again?” She tilted her head and bit her lip in thought. Benji loved that little lip bite she did when she was thinking; it made his heart flutter and he momentarily forgot about his discomfort. “I really think those cigarettes are catching up with you, Ben. I think you should consider—”

Benji shot her a look; he was quick to go on the defense when it came to his nasty nicotine addiction. “Taryn,” he cut in, “quit it while you’re ahead on this one, babe.” This was a conversation he knew he had no tolerance for, and he’d rather avoid an argument whenever possible. He also knew he needed to stop. He’d been smoking since he was a teenager and although he worked out nearly daily, his lungs had definitely started to feel the long term effects. And his girlfriend was right about the reflux too. He’d had the worst heartburn recently, a side effect he knew cigarettes could be responsible for. But his personality was too addictive, and he wasn’t willing to even try quitting right now. Maybe someday, but…not today. Probably not tomorrow, either.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Fine. But you know I’ll get you to talk about it one day.” Her tone was light-hearted.

His upset stomach burbled loudly, and he winced, rolling his shirt up and loosening the strings on his sweatpants, grunting in slight relief. Air bubbled up his chest and exited his mouth as a particularly deep belch that burned his throat. “Fuck,” he grumbled, “gross.”

His girlfriend returned with a glass of water fizzing with an antacid tablet. He nodded in appreciation and held the cup in his hands, watching the tablet dissolve with a sour expression. He looked down at his bloated stomach and grimaced in distaste. “I look like a fucking pregnant woman,” he muttered bitterly, smoothing a palm over the swollen surface of his belly.

“I mean…yeah, kinda,” his girlfriend laughed at him and he glowered at her. “Alright, alright, relax,” she smirked, “let me take care of you.” She sat beside him and replaced his hand with her own, patting his abdomen gently. A pocket of air was seemingly dislodged by it, and Benji hardly had time to duck his head down before another burning belch exploded out of him. It lit his chest on fire, and he bit back a groan in its aftermath.

“God, I wanna fuckin’ puke,” he grumbled, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. Taryn’s hand stiffened on his stomach, and he huffed impatiently. “That doesn’t mean you have to stop,” He rubbed his own chest as she worked her magic lower down.

“Don’t be so dramatic then, you had me scared for a second,” Taryn said lightly.

Benji felt his cheeks grow warm. “I’m not fucking dramatic!” He insisted, feeling a little too called out for comfort. He started to push himself to sit up straight and shot his girlfriend a glare. She was visibly struggling not to laugh at him, and the knot of irritation in his chest loosened at the way her eyes were shining with amusement. “Laugh it up T, so fucking glad you find this amusing.”

Taryn flopped her head onto his shoulder as she continued her ministrations. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just love seeing you…undone.” Benji scoffed in indignation and shifted away.

“That makes you a freak, y’know.”

His girlfriend burst into laughter and he fought to maintain his scowl. “Oh sure, and you saying that me losing control turns you on is soooo different.”

“It is different!”

“It’s not.”

Benji growled and stood up, giving a closed-mouth burp. It was so deep that the volume was hardly muffled, and he swallowed down a splash of stomach acid. “Okay, I’m fucking outta here,” he grumbled, but it was hard to stay annoyed. He clutched his stomach and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Looking at himself in the mirror, he clicked his teeth in displeasure. He looked as gross as he felt. Unbuttoning his jeans made his stomach push out further. He squeezed his eyes shut as the lack of confines made his insides jostle nauseatingly. Benji leaned over the sink and spit helplessly, feeling much sicker now that he was standing. Brushing his teeth was a struggle and he gave up halfway through, feeling a little too iffy for minty breath to be worth it.

Taryn was sitting up in bed when he entered the bedroom, and she looked up at him as he stripped his clothes off. Her face softened in sympathy. “Aww, Ben,” she started, “you look rough, babe.” Benji nodded and swallowed uneasily.

“I fucking feel it. This heartburn is god damn brutal; I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to sleep.” He laid down nonetheless, turning away from his girlfriend. He’d never been a big nighttime cuddler, and tonight would definitely not be the exception to that rule. He tensed up when Taryn’s hand came to rest on his bare chest. She pushed her thumb into his sternum, and he squirmed. “The fuck are you doing?” He grumbled but made no move to stop her from continuing.

Taryn chuckled quietly in the low light and spooned him from behind. “Helping,” she whispered, starting to gently break up the knot in his chest. Benji burped harshly at the pressure of her hand and coughed afterwards, feeling disgusting but relieved.

“Yeah, you are…” he sighed begrudgingly. “Thanks.”

#that was hot #Taryn’s like I’m not asking please take the meds lol #I love their relationship and how relatable the characters are

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rebelwhump · 7 days

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i loved the endometriosis fic!!! i’d love to see the story of how she got diagnosed some time. keep up the great work!! 😊

Thank you so much!! I’m glad to hear that you liked it. I appreciate the feedback 😊

I’m currently writing my next fic, which is going to be about Alice. I’m also introducing her brother, Calvin. It will contain lots of angst lol

#I prefer angst over fluff

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@lisupandowntown Aaron didn’t always know what to do or say in these situations. He was completely clueless when they first started dating lol but he’s a pro now 👍

Endometriosis

I'm sorry this took me forever to write. I hope it doesn't disappoint. It ended up longer than I planned because I didn't know how to end it and apparently I like torturing Tessa?? Poor girl suffers in this one, but she's tough.

CW: emeto, scat ___

It started as a dull ache in her lower back, quickly morphing into a painful cramping in her abdomen. Tessa knew exactly what this was. She hadn’t had a period in over a month, and she figured she was due for another any day now. Of course, they always came at the most inopportune time. This week was already scheduled out to include studying time for midterms, meetings for two different group projects, and a date with Aaron to celebrate their third year anniversary. Tessa really didn’t want to spend the next several days curled up in bed with a heating pad, or spending hours in the bathroom, but her body didn’t seem to care what she wanted or if she had other plans.

Instead of heading to the library, like she originally planned, Tessa drove over to Aaron’s apartment. He should already be back from his morning class, and he doesn't usually volunteer at the animal shelter on Monday’s. Regardless, she had a key, and she used it frequently. Letting herself in, she slipped off her white converse and walked into the living room, depositing her navy backpack behind the couch. The apartment was relatively small, with barely enough room to fit a queen in the one bedroom. The kitchen only allowed for one person to be in it at a time, and the dining room was pretty much nonexistent. They usually ate their meals on the couch, while watching episodes of whatever tv show they were hooked on at the moment.

Tessa pretty much lived at her boyfriend’s place, and had been given a drawer all to herself. Currently, she rented a three bedroom house right outside the city, which she shared with two other roommates she met on Craigslist. When Aaron secured a place of his own earlier in the year, he invited her to officially move in once her lease was up in April.

Getting herself situated on the couch with her water bottle, Midol, and heating pad, Tessa rested her head on a throw pillow and curled up on her side. Aaron obviously wasn’t home yet, and she figured she should rest while she can before the pain gets too bad and medication no longer works to dull the aches. The diagnosis wasn’t made until two years prior, when the pain got so bad, she ended up in the emergency room. Aaron had driven her that night, frantic with worry, convinced she was dying from internal bleeding or something. He worked himself up so much that he made himself sick in the hospital parking lot.

By now, Tessa knew what to expect, and had come to terms with the fact that her endometriosis was going to impact a good portion of her daily life, and aside from surgery, there wasn’t much anyone could do. She was good at compartmentalizing though, and shoving all those negative feelings aside.

The sound of the front door jerked her awake. She must have dozed off. Lifting her head from the pillow, a sharp pain radiated through her abdomen and she rubbed a hand over the electric heating pad on her tummy.

“Tess, you here?” he called out, rounding the corner to find his girlfriend scrunched up pitifully on the sofa. He eyed the heating pad. “That time of the month already?” Tessa nodded, eyes filling with tears at the gentleness of his voice. Aaron set his bag down and climbed onto the couch with her. They both adjusted themselves so she was laying with her back to his chest and his hand snaked around to gently caress her bloated belly. That was by far her least favorite symptom. A painful swollen tummy, that was hard, tight, and painful to the touch. It also wreaked havoc on her gut, and she’d suffer between bouts of constipation some days and diarrhea the next.

“Do you wanna move to the bedroom? I can give you a back massage?” His voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“No, I think I…” Tessa squirmed as her lower gut cramped and let out a thick gurgle, “…think I need to go sit in the bathroom for a bit.”

Aaron was already shifting to get up, “I’ll come with you.” He must’ve thought she was feeling nauseous, which she was, but that wasn’t what she needed the bathroom for at this particular moment.

“Uh, no. I’ll be fine. I just need some privacy.” Tessa could feel her cheeks heat up as she struggled to lift herself up off the couch, the pain skyrocketing as she uncurled herself from the semi-comfortable position she was in.

Making it to the bathroom just in time, she urgently pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. Her middle cramped and she pressed the heel of her hands deep into the flesh, letting out a little whimper as her bowels emptied out, almost entirely liquid.

Twenty minutes later she felt sufficiently empty, and the pain had died down to manageable levels. She took this time to clean up and hop in the shower, hoping the hot water would ease the ache in her muscles. Wrapping one of Aaron’s delightfully fluffy towels around her chest, she snuck out of the bathroom in the direction of his bedroom. She was in the middle of changing into a comfy pair of loose fitting shorts and one of Aaron’s oversized sweatshirts when he walked in the room.

“Hi sweetheart. Upset stomach?” He asked with sad eyes. Seemingly out of nowhere, Tessa burst into tears and nodded, collapsing onto the bed. Aaron frowned and quickly made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Smothering her face in his plaid button up shirt, he moved his hands down and rubbed her back, shushing her as she cried. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not!” She wailed, with a slight bite to her words. “I hate this! It’s not fair!” Her fists bunched and twisted the hem of his shirt.

“I know, honey. I know.” He whispered into the top of her head before planting a kiss there. “What can I do?”

“Can you remove my stupid defective uterus?” She whined while pulling back from his embrace to flop back dramatically against the mattress.

Most days, Tessa was rational and calm, but when she was on her period, she was an emotional wreck. Stupid hormones. Every inconvenience felt ten times worse than it actually was, and adding pain on top of that, just made this time of the month a rollercoaster of emotions.

Aaron worked on unbuttoning his shirt and stripping down to his boxers before climbing into bed next to his girlfriend. It was still early in the day, but a nap sounded like a good idea for both of them. Her brown curly hair was slightly frizzy today, with several ringlets falling messily in front of her face. He pushed them back around her ears and kissed her temple. Tessa’s tummy emitted an audible whine and she grimaced as a queasy burp bubbled up her throat.

“Are you alright?” He asked tentatively. Another burp made its way up and she muffled it into her fist. The cramps would get so painful they made her feel sick.

“Just a little nauseous.” Tessa nuzzled her face in Aaron’s neck, attempting to distract herself by the warmth radiating from his skin. When he moved to rest a hand on her belly, she jerked away, jostling her stomach and eliciting another burp.

“What’s wrong?” He looked confused and slightly hurt at her sudden reluctance to be touched.

“D-don’t touch me there.” When Aaron raised an eyebrow, she continued, “I’m all bloated and fat and gross.” Her cheeks darkened with a deep rosy hue and she smothered her face deeper in his neck.

Turning to grab her by the shoulders, he locked eyes with his girlfriend. “Honey, what are you talking about? You are none of those things…okay, maybe a little bloated at the moment...but none of the other crap you said is true. You are the strongest, most beautiful, and intelligent woman I’ve ever met.”

The look in his eyes told her he meant every word, and she melted under his touch, leaning in to press her lips to his. The kiss deepened slightly before Tessa quickly pulled back to blow a burp away from his face. Aaron just chuckled and kissed her again. She knew it was gross, and that he was just doing that because he didn’t want her to be embarrassed. It was a nice gesture nonetheless.

Aaron convinced her to take an afternoon nap with him, even though her tummy was churning, and a headache was beginning to take hold. The soothing feeling of her boyfriend's warm hands rubbing her back helped her relax enough to fall asleep.

Startled awake by her boyfriend's loud snores, Tessa found herself drenched in sweat with painful cramps wracking her lower abdomen. Her breakfast from that morning, and the water Aaron made her drink earlier, was sloshing around in her tummy. After fumbling with the sheets that were tangled around her legs, Tessa hurried to the bathroom across the hall. Her stomach lurched and she dove over the toilet - thankfully Aaron forgot to put the lid down - bringing up a thin stream of vomit. Crouching down to her knees while attempting to hold as much hair as she could away from her face as her stomach spasmed again. This time it was thicker than before and she started to cough, trying to clear her airway.

“Oh Tess…it’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.” His breath was warm on her neck as he crouched behind her. She didn’t even realize he had entered the bathroom. It required both of his hands to hold her fluffy hair back, so he decided to grab a claw clip from the drawer instead to keep it in place. Another retch caused his hand to tighten on her shoulder, while the other focused on rubbing her back.

“M’done,” Tessa mumbled after a few minutes dry heaving, reaching up to flush the mess away. Although the cramps were still there, they had lessened some, and there was nothing left in her belly to throw up anyways. “I wanna go back to bed.”

“Alright, sweetheart. You go on ahead. I’ll grab your heating pad from the living room. Think you can stomach some more meds?”

“I’ll try. I just want to sleep.” Aaron helped his girlfriend to her feet before leaving to grab what he needed from the other room. Tessa finished cleaning herself up in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and changing her pad.

The clothes she was wearing were wet and cold from night sweats, so she immediately stripped once she got in the bedroom and changed into a cotton nightgown. Getting under the covers, she waited for Aaron, who arrived soon after with her pain pills and heating pad. More back rubs from her man and she was eventually able to drift back to sleep, knowing that he would be there when she woke up.

#Aaron’s definitely a different person when he’s around Tessa #in a good way!#especially as a caretaker

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