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mispelled · 7 months
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tfw u throw up a whole teen. that moment when you barf static. blargh
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small-sleepy-sheep · 2 months
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ur moodboards SUCK i throw up in my mouth a little bit when i see them >:]
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pluralcultureis · 3 months
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Tw// Vomit/Feeling nauseous and trauma about being yelled at
Autistic plural culture is, feeling really nauseous and almost puking because you got yelled at by your abuser and your body is so overestimate and stress it makes you want to cry and vomit!!
:(
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bun-monchi · 7 months
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"I frew up"
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skyward-floored · 6 months
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Our cat that has been MIA for two days came back, curled up on the couch for five minutes, got up, and threw up all over the floor
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hiro-doodlez · 8 months
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They put on a video about 9/11 and i feel like i might throw up UHOHHHHH
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dont-call-me-doggy · 1 month
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how is my favorite hater
@little-so1diers
Bad. Mal was trying to show me how to do surgery and I threw up in his patient...
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How's your day going?
Me?
I threw up on myself in the car 🙃
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nicksbestie · 8 months
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Can you write Daddy!Luke taking care of his sick little? Please The Little waking him up at night and wanting comfort 🥺🩷
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word count : 1288
warnings : if vomit/throwing up is something you can't handle, don't read this <3
enjoy!
There is nothing worse than being sick, especially when you have no idea what’s causing the pain.
Luke hated being sick, and he hated it when others were sick, both feeling bad for them and also not wanting to catch anything from them. He wore masks 24/7 and avoided contact as much as possible, having a slight fear of illness. But when his little one was sick, that was an entirely different story. He would drop everything to take care of you, no worries in his mind at all about catching it. He saw no issue pressing kisses to your forehead, hugging you, helping you change, making you food, sleeping in the same bed with you, anything at all. 
And that was just in his nature as a caregiver. When you were sick, suddenly, him getting it seemed preferable. Because a sick little is always miserable, and while Luke didn’t mind, he knew that you didn’t enjoy a single moment of it. And that let you both to tonight, 2:53 AM, and Luke was gently rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way as you threw up. 
“Daddy? Daddy! Wakes, pease! No feew good!”
Luke had been sleeping comfortably, arms wrapped around you, when your stomach started tossing and turning. You’d whimpered a bit, adjusted closer to him and tried to ignore it, but it continued to get worse, and now you were shaking his shoulder, desperately trying to get him to wake up. You were starting to cry, not wanting to scream at him, because yelling at Daddy isn’t allowed, (he would’ve made an exception, but you didn’t know that.), but him not being awake was causing you to panic and cry harder. Eventually, Luke sleepily opened his eyes, slowly coming to the realization of what you were saying and what was wrong.
“Aww, angel, what’s wrong, sweetie?” 
You sniffled back a few tears, holding your stuffie so tight to your side as you tried to formulate a reply. 
“No know, tummy no feew good, jus-” 
You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the nausea that had been slowly building caused your stomach to lurch and within a few moments Luke’s side, your shirt, and the sheets were covered in vomit. Neither of you had a chance to react before it happened, and this of course just made you cry so much harder, being so upset that you’d made a mess all over Daddy. You didn’t even get time to sob out an apology before Luke spoke. 
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m sorry you don’t feel good, little one. Alright, angel, Daddy will go get the bath started, we’ll get you all clean, and I’ll change my clothes and the sheets.” 
Unable to form words through the tears, Luke stripped off his shirt, (that was luckily the only piece of his clothing affected), and moved to the bathroom, reminding you not to move. He warmed it up, knowing you were feeling awful and didn’t want to be cold on top of it. Gently resting his hand on your forehead when he got back, he was happy to see you didn’t have a fever. It was probably something small, just a stomach bug, or you ate something bad without realizing. He picked you up, not even caring about the throw up touching him, and carried you to the bathroom. He didn’t stop whispering to you, comforting words, hoping it would help ease your mind, at least a little bit. He gently set you on the edge of the tub, knowing there was enough room for you to not slip and fall, even without him holding you up. 
“Arms up, my love.” 
You were that little that refused to wear pants. You’d be cold, so you’d take a million blankets, but no pants. So Luke only had to help you get your sleep shirt off, laying it out on the counter, half in the sink to take to the laundry with the sheets. He softly pulled it off of your body, making sure none of the vomit transferred from the shirt to your skin. He then ran a soft, sensory approved, washcloth under some cool water and gently wiped off your face, soothing some of your pain, and then cleaning the residue off of your chin and around your mouth, leaving a small kiss on your forehead before helping you into the tub. 
He knew you were exhausted, and he could tell just how sick you felt because even with some impromptu bubbles and toys in the bath to raise your spirits, you didn’t touch anything and just sat there, leaning against the cool tub frame, trying to breathe and slow down your crying. Luke didn’t make you do anything, he just washed you off with the water, easily lifting you out once you were done, and wrapping you in a soft fluffy towel. He gently ran his hands up and down your sides, adjusting when he needed to dry off the rest of you. He didn’t let you get cold, dressing you quickly as soon as you were dry, hugging you afterwards and picking you up. 
Luke had thrown the sheets, and both of your shirts into the washing machine as soon as you had gotten out of the bath, and he handed you a blanket to wrap yourself in while he remade the bed with fresh sheets, making sure there were multiple stuffed animals near the pillows for you. 
But as soon as you two had gotten back in bed, you’d immediately felt nauseous again. Except, this one lasted longer than the first time, feeling nauseous but not throwing up for twenty minutes. Luke felt so bad for you, and you were crying again, sweating from the exertion against your body, and he was gently holding ice packs against your forehead and face. 
He held your hair back every time you went to throw up again, changing out the trash bag without a blink of an eye and replacing it quickly so you didn’t throw up on anything else. He spent almost all night helping you, and he didn’t yawn or get annoyed once. He knew you needed Daddy’s comfort, and he was there for you the entire time. He gave you some medicine every now and then, but you just kept throwing it back up until the final time. It was around 6:30 AM, and you took your third dose, and Luke crossed his fingers that it would stay down. And it did. 
There was no more throwing up, and you fell asleep curled in his arms shortly after. He was so happy when you finally fell asleep, and he soon passed out after you, keeping his arms protectively wrapped around you. Your sleep and eating schedule for the next day was an absolute mess, but he was so happy that you weren’t sick anymore that he didn’t care. 
He gently reassured you when you cried before each meal, terrified of eating something bad and getting sick again, and he did the same when you would drink anything. He had checked the expiration dates for everything after you’d gotten sick, throwing out anything that was even close to its end date. He’d replaced them with fresh items, reassuring you every time that you were going to be just fine. Luckily, sleeping wasn’t a struggle to get back on track, because your body was so exhausted that you would fall asleep almost anywhere for the next day, and you would stick close to Daddy when you did so. Being sick with a stomach bug was a horrible experience, but having Daddy there to help had made it a lot easier.
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hyp3rsh0ck · 3 months
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update: i frew up :(((
my mom is getting me Sprite tho :3
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applejongho · 8 months
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I wish I was like, joking or being funny or something but all in the span of fifteen minutes
1) jongho went on hiatus
2) I was harassed by a man
3) my throat closed due to a blockage and I couldn't breathe and I threw up in the dining hall to, you know, clear my airway and live
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Drunk Crosshair headcanons? Has it been posted before? I picture him as a lightweight having VERY miserable and painful hangovers🤣
I wonder what is your take? I love your stories, always looking forward to your posts!
It has not been done before on my end! Thanks for the love.
Crosshair can hold his liquor fairly well. However; he doesn’t venture beyond the select few drinks of choice he knows he can tolerate. Which gives the impression that he is the opposite of a lightweight. It’s actually quite clever.
BUT when left to his own devices yeah, it kind of runs right through him.
He refuses to be called a lightweight and will build up a tolerance out of sheer spite.
Crosshair usually drinks in moderation but there have been a handful of times where he’s gotten completely and consciously wasted; usually when he’s feeling extra sorry for himself and going through his self-loathing. Crosshair is the king of self-destructive tendencies, obviously.
Drunk!Crosshair is talkative. Very very chatty. Will not shut up.
Nurses the worst hangovers known to man, either directly or indirectly because of his mutation, which as a result wreaks havoc on his enhancements. Which is why he is conscious of his limits and will try to refrain from getting drunk on most occasions.
Hangovers for Crosshair always without fail elicit the worst, most excruciating pain behind his eyes, it messes with his eyesight and alters his perception a bit, he experiences vertigo and his vision gets blurry and it really scared him the first time it happened.
He rarely gets physically sick or throws up, his main symptoms are headache/eye pain and he quite literally feels like he’s dying.
As a result, Crosshair is absolutely insufferable when he’s hungover.
Very clingy and expects to be babied (by his S/O mainly, but will begrudgingly accept care from his brothers once it becomes unbearable.)
His brothers take really good care of him (especially Wrecker who holds his liquor the best); because of the severity of Crosshair’s symptoms they are all very concerned about him, especially the first time it happened.
Hangovers for Crosshair take at least a full day to pass.
He’ll never admit it, but he always has a newfound appreciation for sobriety after the ordeal.
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myventss · 3 months
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i really thought i was better but im not im spiraling again and im scared to ask for help and my weight is dropping quickly again and i can see my ribs again and im getting more and more tired and i keep throwing up and i dont mean to and my entire wellbeing is going downhill i told everyone ive been clean for 3 years starting like a week ago but its not true i never even stopped i never stopped sh but i told everyone i did so they would hop off my dick but i shouldve told the truth and now i need help but everyone thinks im okay and i dont even know if i have a valid reason to be feeling like this
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pluralcultureis · 6 months
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plural culture is wondering why you feel so nauseated, then realizing theres a trauma holder whose main trauma reaction is to throw up just quietly hanging out in co con
We throw up when we feel intense emotions instead of actually feeling them a lot, it's not jazzy
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melodythebunny · 1 year
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Hey Melody this is Stormkat typing from my phone. I was thinking about your post where Carrie coughs up black sludge. Now I am thinking about Becky doing it in the Fair City vs the Facility au and poor Two Brains freaking out over it.
Ooo yes
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And if she's acting all nonchalant about it like carrie here is...
Whatever they were injected with, their bodies are rejecting it. Slowly but surely its breaking their bodies down from the inside out.
In one of the old endings, Carrie refused help and actually hid her symptoms (its easy for her to mask her pain) and so two brains didn't stress over it as much. And thats how she died
In mainverse, two brains puts his foot down and forces her to get some help
@ninjastormhawkkat
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sxrrandomfanfics · 6 months
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Trick or Treat!
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