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bellysoupset · 27 days

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Long requested Bella in her period again + Vince caretaker!

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"Looking good, Bells," Vince teased her, as Bella stumbled into the kitchen of the cabin, with her hair sticking out everywhere and more than a little pale.

He was making pancakes, while Wendy was sitting on the counter, sipping on her coffee. The other woman opened a sympathetic smile, "hungover?" she guessed and Bella only groaned in return.

In truth, it was not hangover, but her period. Her period was never regular, sometimes coming early, sometimes skipping a month, so Bella had been praying it wouldn't land smack in the middle of their getaway weekend. No such luck and Bella had been woken up in the middle of the night by it.

She felt horrid.

Like there was someone squeezing her lower belly, the waves of pain running down her legs and punching her lower back. Her stomach felt off as well and the smell of Vince's blueberry pancakes made it churn uneasily.

"Bacon or pancakes?" He asked, feeding Wendy a raspberry that was sticking out his pinky. Bella stared at them, unimpressed by the display of affection and wanting nothing more than to crawl back to bed. It was pointless, lying in bed only made her focus more on the pain.

"Nothing, my stomach is iffy," she shook her head and groaned loudly as she heard Vince chuckle at her expense.

"That's what you get for trying to keep up with me, Bell."

"Fuck off," Bella groaned, her cheeks heating up at the friendly teasing. She knew she could shut it down by simply explaining she wasn't hungover, but just the thought was embarrassing enough.

Instead, she lowered her head to the main dining room table and wrapped her arms around her tummy, silently praying Luke would be up soon and go get her some meds, because of course she had packed tampons but not medicine. Of course.

Currently her husband was starfished on the bed, snoring, completely passed out after recklessly mixing wine and his meds.

"Morning," Jonah said, walking into the kitchen. Unlike everyone else, he was dressed for the day, not a curl out of place and Bella all but groaned at the sight. Couldn't he be in pajamas and with morning breath like everyone else?

"Hi," Wendy perked up at his sight, "you just missed Leo, he went for a run."

"Oh no, I didn't miss Leo," Jonah said in a cheeky voice, causing Vince to let out an scandalize shriek at the implication and Wendy to cackle.

"Oh shut up!" She laughed and Bella groaned at the loud noise, feeling overwhelmed by it all. She had an annoying headache, but nothing big. Not as bad as the fact she was starting to feel soul crushing sad and ready to cry for no reason whatsoever.

"You're all bark and no bite," Vince scoffed, his voice coming closer and then he said, "here, get some carbs in you," and planted a plate of plain pancakes in front of Bella, a couple inches away from where she was resting her cheek on the table, breathing through her mouth and trying to ignore them.

The smell immediately hit her and Bella let out a groan as her stomach revolted. She sat up straight and pushed the plate away, but now that she had smelled it, she couldn't get rid of it.

Her stomach gurgled, unhappy, and so did her intestines and Bella pushed against the table, darting up as she could feel her body crossing the threshold of "queasiness" and going straight to "gonna barf" territory.

Darting up was a choice, because she got lightheaded at moving so fast, feeling all the blood rush down as if she had wet herself, which obviously she hadn't because she had just checked her tampon...

Bella fell back down against the wooden bench and dizzily grabbed the front of Vince's ratty pj shirt, squeezing it with all her force.

"Hey-" Vince's gigantic hands came to cup her cheek, the other one brushing the hair away from her face, "hangover's kicking your ass, uh?" he tilted her head back, "just give it a second, Bells."

"No-" Bella grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand away from her face, feeling her mouth all sticky, "gonna hurl."

"Ah, for fuck's sake, Bella," Jonah groaned, "I'm eating-"

Her body gave a grand total of zero fucks about Jon's breakfast. The thought of what he was eating - bacon and eggs - had Bella's stomach squeezing once more and she gagged fruitlessly, planting a hand over her lips and grabbing on Vince's shoulder to push herself up once more.

"I got you, c'mere-" Vince wrapped an arm around her waist and then her feet were off the floor, as he manhandled her like a ragdoll. Bella gagged once more and missed the toilet entirely, going for the sink of the small bathroom Vin pushed her inside of.

Her legs felt weak and she let out a whimper as bitter bile and thick wine splashed in the sink's basin. Bella hung over it, whining as she felt Vince hold her hair back and pat her arm, "do you have a scrunchie?"

Bell shook her head and he sighed, wrapping the hair around itself and tying it in a loose knot on the base of her neck, "this will do for now- Feeling better?" he was whispering, but there was really no concern in his voice, all amusement, "how's the head?"

"I'm not-" Bella groaned, then opened the register and washed the sink and her mouth, "not hungover..." she took a gulp of water and regretted it immediately, as the sip landed like a brick in her belly, bringing up an acidic, airy burp that tickled her nose.

Her intestines let out an upset noise and Bell squeezed her eyes in sheer humiliation as Vince said, "was that your belly?"

"God- Get out of here," the urgency made her feel all clammy, head woozy still, "go- get out, Vince-" she shoved him by the arm and barely caught sight as Vince's amused smile slipped and turned into a worried frown, before she slammed the bathroom door on his face and rushed for the toilet.

Having the runs made her stomach turn once more and Bella lunged for the trashcan, planting it on her lap and coughing over it, biting back the urge to cry. She wanted her house.

Her old, bleach stained sweatpants that didn't squeeze her tummy, her heating pad. Maybe Lucas too.

Once she was done and cleared up, Bella sluggishly walked to the door, the fierce cramps making everything so much worse. She was trembling.

She had hoped they had all left for the trail, but instead Vince was leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom door, like a bodyguard. Just the humiliating thought he had probably overheard all of her body noises made Bella's eyes tear up and he promptly misinterpreted it, walking forward to wrap her in a hug.

"Hey... What's wrong? Bell, why are you crying?"

"Leave me'alone-" she whined, but despite her words, Bella clung to him. He was so soft and warm, practically a human heating pad. Vince scoffed, walking backwards into the living room, not daring to break the hug either.

"Do you want me to get Luke? Can you tell me what's wrong?" all worried, sitting down on the couch and pulling her with him.

Bella sniffled, curling up on his side and angrily wiping the tears that hadn't fallen, but were clinging to her lashes, "I'm fine-"

"They left, Bell," Vince rolled his eye, reading right through her, "talk with me, what's wrong?"

She freaking loved this guy, Bella thought, relief washing over her and causing new stubborn tears, "itsjustmyperiod," she mumbled and Vince frowned, trying to understand, before it cleared up.

"Oh- Why didn't you say anything sooner?" he scoffed, pulling back enough to glare at her, "do you have meds? Tampon, pads?"

Bella's whole face caught on fire and she covered with her hands, "shut uuup, Vin."

"It's not a big deal, I buy tampons for my mom and sisters since I'm a kid," she could almost hear him rolling his eyes, "Bella. Quit this, it's not a big deal."

It was a big deal to her. It was conflicting, to start with. In one part she was a big girl, all self sufficient and a strong believer periods should be normalized and men should just grow the fuck up about it. In the other hand she was an only child of a single mom, who had witnessed boys act like periods were yucky from a young age. Especially back in public school, she had seen some truly horrible shit.

Lucas being so cool with it, albeit a little misguided since he was also an only son, had been a shock. Vince dealing perfectly was almost like a slap.

"I didn't bring my meds," she explained in a small voice, lowering her hands from her eyes, but not removing them from her face, so embarrassed she could die.

Vince winced in sympathy, "that's fine, I'll run into town to get you some then."

"Really?" her voice came out all squeezed and Bella cleared her throat, "you don't have to, just wake up Luke-"

"Nah, it's cool," Vince shrugged, "I don't think you brought a heating pad either, uh?"

Bella shook her head, unable to speak, and he scoffed, "rice in a socked will have to do then."

"What if I divorce my husband and just marry you, uh?" Bella sighed, curling up on her side and causing Vince to let out a startled, loud chuckle, his cheeks turning pink.

"Yeah, keep saying that. Wendy's gonna scratch your face off," he messed up Bella's hair, getting up from the couch.

"I can take her, she's tiny," Bella smiled, much more at ease, "bring me chocolate?"

"She's vicious like a kitten, my money is on my girl," Vince winked at her, walking off to retrieve his wallet and motorcycle keys.

#mywriting #sickfic #isabella martinez #isabella martinez-atwood #period #emeto #emetophilia

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bellysoupset · 2 months

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Bella was really tired and ready to call it a day by the time she made it home. She desperately needed to shower after nearly getting puked on twice by Vince, but all she had the energy for was to collapse on the couch and close her eyes.

Vaguely she registered the noise of the TV in her and Luke's bedroom... Then soft footsteps... "Hey," Lucas shaking her awake, gently. Light green eyes right in front of her.

"Uhmmm..." Bella groaned, closing her eyes again, "let me sleep."

"Yeah, but in bed, how about?" Luke whispered, grabbing her arms, "c'mon, baby..."

He wrapped her arms around his neck and Bella's head floated as she felt him lift her up. She let out a little groan at the movement, curling up further around him.

A couple more steps and then they were in bed, "help me here, Bell, you need to change out of these clothes."

Bella let out a whine, but forced her eyes to open. Lucas looked wide awake, which was surprising given it was nearly 10 PM and he now fell asleep at 8 most days.

He opened a smile, "back to the land of the living?"

"Just barely," Bell groaned, rubbing her eyes and letting Lucas help her strip down her clothes.

"Where were you? I thought you were only gonna have lunch with Wendy..."

"Still at Wendy's," Bella yawned, curling up under the blankets as soon as Luke helped her inside one of his old t-shirts, that she always used as pjs, "Vince was there."

Luke's soft smile all but fell as he cringed, "Bell you didn't do anything stupid, did you?"

She glared at him, yanking at the front of her husband's shirt for him to join her in bed, "it's not stupid, he hurt you. He hurt Wendy-"

"Wendy literally took him back," Lucas said, turning off the lights and rolling on his side, illuminated just by the television, "and he didn't do anything, baby, I'm just... I'm just sad, it's not Vin's fault."

"Part of it is," Bella scoffed, moving so much closer their noses were almost brushing, "whatever, I didn't do anything."

"Not sure I believe you," Lucas chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, "so you were there until now doing what exactly? Having tea?"

"Uhm... Vinsssick..." Bella slurred, sleep pulling her under as Luke held her to his chest, her favorite spot in the world. She heard him say something else, but whatever it was, her brain completely tuned it off as she fell asleep.

She woke up around 6 AM, still in Luke's arms, but now shivering violently. Bella groaned, blindly reaching for the blankets, only to find that she was already wrapped up in them.

She let out a whine, pressing against Lucas even more and causing him to groan, "Bell, you're suffocating me-"

"I'm freezing," she answered, pressing her nose to his neck. He was so warm.

"Uhm-" Luke mumbled, sleepily planting a hand on her back, but not doing anything besides that. She could feel his deep breaths...

Suddenly she was burning up, like all the cold was out of the window. Sweat made her hair glue to her nape and Luke's hold was suffocating. She pushed back, kicking the blankets, causing her husband to let out a groan.

"Isabella, really?" he whined, turning his back to her, and Bella sat up on the bed. The room seemed to tilt as she did that, her head suddenly really heavy as it hit the headboard.

Bella gulped down the sudden queasiness, rubbing at her face and slowly pushing out of the bed and making her way to the bathroom, slumbering like a drunk.

Her face was a weird shade of olive-white. Bella wasn't snow white like Luke or Leo. Her tone was naturally darker, a light brown shade with golden undertones, that got even tanner during the summer. The gold in her skin tone had turned to green now.

She washed her face, brushing her teeth and slumping over the sink when the toothbrush caused her to gag fruitlessly. Her stomach squeezed, but nothing came up aside from the foam of the toothpaste and some tears stinging her eyes.

"Morning," Luke said gruffly, a minute later as he slipped into the bathroom still half asleep and patted her ass on his way in, not paying any attention.

Bella dried her face, clutching the hand towel, "morning..."

He lifted up his head from the sink bowl, the cold water running down his neck and soaking his shirt, a lot more alert, "everything okay?"

"Yeah," Bella nodded, which was a bad idea because her head swam at the movement. Lucas straightened up, much more awake now.

"You're a little pale, babe," he noted, reaching for his toothbrush but still watching her intently.

"I know, I'm not feeling too hot... I think I caught Vince's bug."

"Oh yeah, you mentioned that last night," Luke made his best to sound nonchalant, but failed miserably. Bella smiled at that, he was so transparent in his concern, "is Vince okay?"

"Well, he's sick as a dog," Bell pointed out, "but Wendy's with him, so he'll be fine."

She really wanted to sit down. Her legs were starting to feel like jelly.

"What sort of bug?" Luke sounded suddenly much louder and Bella startled as she realized she had let her eyes drift off and that he had stepped closer. He wasn't holding his toothbrush anymore, it was nowhere in sight, "Bell?"

"Stomach flu," Bella mumbled, her face feeling all tingly, body suddenly cold again, "Luke..."

"You definitely caught it," he sighed, a big hand coming to feel her forehead and stayed there once Bella leaned against the comforting touch, "you've got a fever there, Bells."

"Vince is such an asshole," Bella grumbled and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her back to bed.

"How's your stomach?" Lucas raised the blankets so she could slip under them once more and Bella gladly fell against the pillows, sighing in relief.

"It's okay..." Bella forced her eyes to stay open, "how are you...?"

Luke frowned at the question, flicking a curl away from her eyes, "I'm fine, baby..." he tucked in the blankets around her, "if you're feeling alright, I'm gonna get you some meds for this fever, ok?"

She nodded, not bothering to answer and closing her eyes again.

Not even a second later Lucas was shaking her awake. Bella groaned, curling up. She was freezing and she only wanted to sleep, "leave me alone."

"Sorry, baby, but I can't," Luke, cupping her nape and holding her slightly up, almost sitting, "big swallow."

"Uhm-" she scrunched up her nose as a sweet liquid met her lips, trying to turn her face as the smell made her stomach churn and Lucas let out a huff.

"C'mon, one gulp-"

Bella swallowed down the shot of medicine, before coughing and forcing her eyes open. Their room was much brighter, the sunlight slipping through the curtains. She was clammy with sweat and Luke was wearing a completely different outfit.

"Did you give me children's medicine?" Bella groaned, gagging at the overtly sweet taste and Luke blushed, shrugging.

"I was scared you'd choke on the pills," he said, his ears turning pink, "how are you feeling?"

"Like I was run over by a truck, twice," Bella curled up again, "sleepy. My head hurts. I'm freezing."

"It's a low fever, baby," Luke said, brushing her hair and Bella let out a scoff.

"I'm dying of plague," she grumbled, hiding a smile against his wrist as he petted her hair, "be sympathetic with my plight and come cuddle me."

He let out a surprised chuckle, "you? Dying of plague? Bella, please," Luke rolled his eyes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her brow, "you severely downplayed Vince's illness, by the way."

"Did I?" Bella scoffed, scooting on the bed so she could press her cheek to Luke's thigh, "he's a big guy, he'll live."

"I called Wendy and she said it hit him pretty hard, he's been pretty unresponsive..." Bella could hear the crystalline concern in Lucas' voice, "Jonah's over there to help though..."

"So you were ready to leave your sick, dying wife, to go coddle Vince?" Bella dug a finger on Luke's ribs, causing him to squirm and try and bat her hand away, "you're terrible. I want a divorce."

"I wasn't gonna leave you," Luke chuckled, stroking her cheek, "I was just worried, I would swing by if they needed meds and-"

"Oh shut up," Bella groaned, turning her face away, "go away," she rolled on the bed, kicking Luke weakly, "I don't wanna talk with you anymore."

The bed shook as Lucas jumped on it, grabbing her wrists and forcefully rolling Bella back to him, grinning the whole way, "green isn't your color, Bell."

"I'm a ginger, of course it is," she glared at him, but then grimaced, as the room continued to spin since Luke had pulled her so suddenly. She pressed her eyes closed, breathing through the nausea that churned in her stomach.

"Bella?"

"Give me a minute," Bella moaned, grabbing on his shoulder to push herself up on the bed, in a sitting position. Luke's playful smile had all but vanished, worry coloring his face.

"Are you gonna throw up?"

Bella shook her head no, but she didn't dare open her mouth. It was as if she was in a funhouse, everything distorted and weird. She gulped down nervously, "Luke-"

"Okay, okay, I got you," he cupped her face, pushing her curls back and forcing Bella to look up at the ceiling, "deep breaths, babe. You just moved too fast."

Her stomach rolled and Bella pressed her lips tightly together, before a gag shook her frame and she darted a hand up, shielding her mouth- "Bucket-"

Luke let go of her in a second, skipping away. Bella gulped down as another gag sent the super sweet medicine up and she was forced to swallow it back down. She whimpered, curling up-

"Here, I-"

Bella lurched for it, all but burying her head in the plastic bowl and easily coughing up the medicine, with a horrible gurgling noise.

"Shhh, I got you-" Luke whispered, pulling the hair away from her mouth and bunching it up in one hand, the other one steadying the bowl, "calm down-"

Bella panted over the bowl, groaning loudly as her stomach continued to churn, "now I'm dying."

"Nah, nowhere close," he answered her playfully, "done? Do you think you can handle some water?"

"Do- done," Bell punctuated the word with another empty heave, but all that came up was some purple colored saliva, "water sounds great."

"I'll be right back, lie down," Lucas instructed, helping her against the pillows and Bella groaned as a fierce cramp hit her. She pulled her knees to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut and shivering in disgust as she could still taste the sweet liquid in the back of her throat.

She felt utterly miserable and, sadly, completely awake. Despite feeling drained and woozy, she couldn't fall back asleep. Bella was still curled up, trembling, when Luke came back into the room, holding now the packet of pills and a bottle of water.

"Bottoms up and if it stays down we can try the pills in an hour," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and handling her the plastic bottle, "small sips."

"I'm not a child," Bella grumbled, taking one tentative sip and making sure it settled, before taking a bigger one, "did you take your meds?"

"Quit worrying about me, you've literally just thrown up," Luke rolled his eyes, "that's probably how you got sick in the first place."

"How are you making this your fault, Atwood? You cannot have given me the flu," Bella raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"No," he pushed her back against the pillows, "but you've been worrying about me since November, it's no wonder you'd crash. That's one hell of a honeymoon."

Bella let out a frustrated huff, rolling on her side, "nu-uh, as soon as you're better we're going to the beach. I want to get so fucked up on mojitos I'll forget my own name."

He let out an amused scoff, "you already don't remember your name most days, Isabella Martinez-Atwood."

Bell opened a pleased smile at that, "I love it when you say it..." her smile morphed into a grimace, "I'm gonna puke again."

"You're so romantic," Luke teased her, reaching for the now clean bucket.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #isabella martinez #isabella martinez-atwood #using her new name so i can easily tell which fics are post wedding #stomach flu #some sickee bella for all the people asking for my girls to suffer

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