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💟 "Are you okay?" response prompts:

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"I've been better."

"Not really..."

"Yeah, my stomach's just bothering me a little."

"No, my stomach's really bothering me."

"Do I look okay to you?"

"I was just going to ask you that."

"I'm fine. I'm just tired."

"I will be once we get home."

"Not exactly."

"No, I kind of feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just a little out of it today."

*shrugs* "I don't know. I feel funny."

*covers mouth and shakes head before making a mad dash for the bathroom*

"Yeah, I think so."

"No, something's not agreeing with me."

*shivers* "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I'm running a fever."

"Like you care."

*wraps arms around belly and starts to cry* "No."

*blinks dazedly* "Huh? Are you talking to me?" -----------------------------------------

"Relatively speaking."

"At this point? Not sure I'll ever be okay again."

*swallows thickly* "No, I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Hard to say."

"No, I'm starving."

*snorts* "Did ____ send you?"

"Not even a little bit."

*shakes head* "I don't feel good."

"I think I'm as far from okay as I can be."

"Yup! I'm right as rain."

"Don't ask stupid questions."

"No, I-I don't--" *faints*

"I'm not talking to you."

"Who's asking? Because I know it's not you."

"Define 'okay.'"

"You know I hate that question."

"No. I have the worst stomach ache."

*sarcastically* "Oh, yeah, I'm great."

*shakes head and buries face into friend's shoulder*

"Ugh, no. I think I'm gonna hurl." -----------------------------------------

"Yeah. Why?"

"No. I just threw up."

*can't answer over the urge to gag*

"Yes. You're starting to sound like a broken record."

"Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?"

"Would you be okay?"

*gasping breaths, crying* "No. I can't breathe."

"No, I-I need a bucket."

"Yeah, don't worry about me."

"You have some nerve asking me that."

*knees collapse*

"No. I don't think my stomach's too happy with me."

"That's a bit of a loaded question."

"I dunno. Do I feel hot to you?"

"Never better."

"No, I feel like my insides are liquifying."

"Nnh. My head feels like it's gonna explode."

"I think you need to answer that question first."

"Psh. Of course I am."

"That's gonna be a negative, ghost rider." -----------------------------------------

"If I said 'yes' would you believe me?

"Jury's still out."

"I feel like I could puke at any second, but other than that I'm great."

"Oh, yeah, I'm living the dream."

"I'll let you know when I figure it out."

"Compared to who?"

"No. Pretty sure I'm dying."

"I'll live."

"Well, I'm still alive."

"No, I'm really dizzy."

"No, I think I'm sick. Really sick."

"You're receiving medical attention right now and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

"Just peachy."

"No, I'm not okay. Is that what you want to hear?"

*exasperated* "Yes, quit asking me that!"

*shakes head, pinches bridge of nose* "I think I need to leave."

"You already asked me that today. You passed your quota."

*humming no and cradling belly* "Mm-mm. M-My stomach..."

"No... I'm gonna--" *throws up hugely*

*stomach makes loud gurgling noise* "Yeah, sorry, my stomach's just going haywire." -----------------------------------------

*sniffs* "Yeah, I j-just can't stop c-crying."

*sniffs* "No, I'm a mess."

*color draining from face* "Uh, no. I need to find a bathroom."

"Does it matter?"

*shakes head, leaned against wall with arms wrapped around aching tummy, eyes closed and tears rolling down cheeks*

"If I was, do you think I'd be sitting on this disgusting floor?"

*holding head in hands* "No. I feel like I'm gonna pass out."

"I really wish that I was."

"I'd tell you if I wasn't."

"No. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Last time I checked."

"It's not me you need to worry about."

"I've been worse."

"I have no idea."

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. I--" *gulps, then vomits*

*trying to rub stomach discretely* "No, my stomach is cramping like crazy."

"I know you think I'm not, but I really am. I promise."

*laughs manically while sobbing uncontrollably* "Am I okay? What kind of question is that?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not about to go run a marathon, but I'm alright."

"No, and I don't know what to do."

One Month to Go! Are you ready!?

Burping Kink Scenarios 3

(Sorry if any of these are repeats)

-Waiting until someone leaves to let out a huge belch that’s been making then miserable, only for the other person to come back in because they forgot something

     - “Oh… I thought you’d left… um… excuse me?”

-Holding a small burp in because they’re in a situation where it would be inappropriate/ they would be embarrassed, and as time goes on, it builds up until the feeling is almost unbearable

-Motion sickness burps. Maybe they’ve been eating greasy fair food all day, and going on some kind of spinning ride stirs everything up. They try drinking some cold soda to calm it down, and end up letting out a lot of long, queasy, helpless burps as they walk around the park with their friends

-Being proud of a really impressive natural belch. They didn’t even mean to do it, but they’re thrilled that it happened. They want everyone within earshot to acknowledge what a feat it was

-A character who’s had a few too many beers letting them out with no concern in the middle of a bar/party. Bonus points if it’s someone who would usually never be that rude, but their stomach feels so full from all of the carbonation/liquid and their mind is too muddled to think about anything other than relieving the pressure

-Eating a big meal at a restaurant and then having to get directly onto public transportation (like a subway or a bus). The motion unsettles the trapped air in their stomach, so despite being surrounded by people, they can’t help but let it out. People glare at them, but all they can do is apologize and duck their head

     -Made even worse if it’s during rush hour or something where people are packed like sardines

     -For characters who don’t really have any shame, they’ll just let them fly right in the middle of the train/bus without caring at all. If anyone gives them a dirty look, they’ll just look at them like “the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

-Similar to the one above, having eaten/drank a lot (or just being bloated in general) and having to take an elevator with a friend or a stranger, only for it to get stuck. They really don’t want to start burping, but it takes two hours to get it moving again, and they can’t hold it in for that long. The apologize profusely but they can’t stop more from coming up

     -Maybe they’re in the office building where they work, and the other person is their superior who they desperately want to respect them (this one’s evil, I’m sorry)

     -Or maybe they’re the type of person who holds in a burp specifically to let it out on the elevator, just because they know it’s a confined space and they think it’s funny to subject their friends or even complete strangers to it. If they get mad, they’ll just laugh and do it again

- Nauseous burping brought on by smoking/vaping too much, or sucking down too much air in the process. Maybe their on smoke break at work, standing outside the building, and end up catching the attention of people walking by on the sidewalk

     -Also, burping fits brought on by taking an extra large bong hit. They hold it in too long and end up coughing before they can properly exhale everything, making them swallow a lot of air. They end up burping uncontrollably for the rest of the sesh, with each consecutive hit making it worse

-Ordering an extra large soda on a hot day and bringing it home with them. They sit down with it to work at the computer, and end up sucking the entire thing down in record time without even thinking about it. Burps start rushing out one after the other, and they’re just sitting there trying to focus while rubbing their stomach and letting out strings of long belches into their fist

-Being stuffed beyond the point of comfort, and drinking an entire bottle of soda directly afterwards. They can’t control the huge, deep burps that get dragged up from their stomach afterwards, and it’s so relieving that they don’t want to

     -Just having eaten a ton in general and feeling like they’re too full to burp. Every time they try, they can only manage a soft little hiccup burp, or feel like a bit of food is coming up into the back of their throat. Then they shift from lying down to sitting up or standing, and the food shifts around enough for a massive belch to explode out of them, leaving them feeling much lighter

-Someone you wouldn’t expect having an unbelievable talent for burping. They let a huge belch fly while hanging out with friends, and just casually excuse themself. When one of their friends points out how massive it was, they just shrug and say “They’re always like that, I don’t know why”

-A character who is normally polite being very good at burping on command and not afraid to share their skill because they’re proud of it, to the surprise of everyone that knows them

     -Or just a normally polite character letting out a surprisingly large belch in general, but instead of apologizing or being embarrassed (as everyone expects), they say they’re “too proud of that one to not own it”

-Someone burping on command to amuse themself or show off to their friends, only for all of the air they swallowed to end up getting stuck. It ends up getting unstuck later at an inappropriate time, such as a date or a meeting, or in the middle of a class

-A shameless character filming prank videos of them belching as loudly as possible in socially unacceptable places, to the point of getting kicked out or even starting a fight

      -Also burping in random people’s faces and running away as fast as possible

Alright lately i’ve been having really bad migraines and I just started thinking about how good it is to read about light sensitivity when it comes to them— So i was wondering if maybe you’d write something with Dakota having a really bad migraine, light sensitivity and all that good stuff, and he’s trying to convince blair it’s not that bad but then he gets sick from the pain and well....she’s not so convinced anymore. I hope you’re doing good!!✨✨

Thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun with it! A while ago I wrote a fic with Dakota and Blair on a cruiseship, and this is the same trip. Takes place on a cruise :)

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When Blair returned from the bathroom, she found Dakota with his head on the table. He wrapped his arms around his head as a pillow and appeared to be sleeping. But he wasn’t sleeping. His back rose and fell quite rapidly from his heavy breathing. From within the cave that he created, he tried to block out the noise of the room. The music and chatter was overwhelming.

They were in a club-like room with a few tables against the wall and a dance floor in the center. It was loud and the lights were set up to beam around the space. Dakota stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the other vacationers who were laughing and grinding up against each other. It would have looked fun if Dakota were able to even spare a glance at the scene.

Blair put her hand on Dakota’s back. His shirt was damp with sweat which wouldn’t have seemed out of place if Dakota had gone up to dance at least once. But nope. Not long after arriving at the club, Dakota guarded their table with his life. He never left his seat even when Blair asked him to dance. “What’s wrong with you, Kota?” Blair raised her voice to be heard over the music.

Upon feeling a hand on his back and hearing his girlfriend’s voice, Dakota shot up. He had only planned on resting his head for a minute while Blair went to the washroom. The plan certainly wasn’t to look like a buzzkill when Blair came back. And the plan definitely hadn’t been to rest his head and forget about time and space. But that’s what happened. As soon as Dakota found a semblance of darkness within his arms, he started to drift out of his body.

He dragged his hand down his face and tried to pump life back into his body. The strobe lights made him wince as he spoke to Blair. “I have a bit of a headache.”

That was one hell of an understatement. Dakota felt like all the blood in his skull was pooling right behind his forehead and pushing against his eyes. With each sharp slash of the lights across his vision, he wondered when the blood was going to start bursting through. Already his eyes were bloodshot with how much he’d been rubbing them.

Dakota wasn’t usually prone to migraines, but he felt this one coming on even before they got to the club. But Blair wanted to try all the activities that the ship had to offer, so he let the man stamp his hand and walked into the rave. At the beginning, he hoped that the pain would go away. Now he just hoped that the pain wouldn’t get worse.

Blair seemed to wait a moment before speaking. Her attention got snagged by the song that started playing. “Uh…I might have…ibuprofen back in the room.”

“No, that’s okay,” Dakota said quickly. He could see that Blair wanted to stay. She hadn’t even sat back down at her chair because there was too much energy in her limbs. She’s so cute, he thought. He wanted to join her on the floor but the thought of getting up made his stomach turn. “Go dance. I’m going to get us something to drink. What do you want?”

“I want you to dance with me.” Blair was slowing inching closer to the center of the room. She took the question seriously when Dakota’s face remained neutral. “But I guess I’ll have whatever you’re getting.”

“I’m getting water.” There was no chance that Dakota would be drinking anything else. His stomach would surely team up with his aching head. Though he suspected that that was already happening.

“Oh…you sure? They have some pretty cool drinks here.”

Dakota didn’t have the energy or the mental capacity to have this conversation. “…Blair.” It sounded more exasperated than he wanted but there was nothing he could do. There was only so much fake-it-till-you-make-it that he could muster.

Blair’s face dropped. “Okay fine…get me a water too.” A pout came across her face for a second before concern took over. Dakota was already gone, but she knew that he felt worse than he was letting on. He wasn’t acting like himself. For the time being, Blair danced but it wasn’t as fun.

The lineup for drinks was extremely long. Dakota stood there for as long as he could. At one point he closed his eyes to get a break from the flashing reds and yellows. It wasn’t until a stranger tapped him on the shoulder that he realized that the line had moved forward. He was still so far away from getting the drinks. Eventually, Dakota gave up because every part of his body hurt. He felt his blood pumping in his ears in tune to the music. A wave of dizziness washed over him, but he managed to stagger to the bathroom.

As expected, many other people were in the washroom. Dakota wanted to splash water on his face but there were too many people at the sinks. There was an available stall however, so he hid in there for a while. The thumping of the music could still faintly be heard, but the lighting in the washroom was dim.

The momentary break from the light and noise was welcomed. Well, it was good until the lack of stimuli made Dakota realize just how bad he felt. His stomach was in turmoil. It churned in time with his heartbeat that could be felt under every inch of his skin. The most pressing throbbing came from his eyes. He felt a band of pulsing pain wrap around his head.

Dakota wanted to stay in the stall longer, mostly because he felt sick to his stomach, but people started knocking on the door. With no time to feel better, he swallowed a wave of nausea and left. It took a few minutes for him to gather the willpower to walk back into the club. The music and the lights got ten times worse now that he had a taste of silence.

By some miracle, their table was still free! And that miracle was Blair. She sat all alone, looking sadly towards the crowd of dancers. She perked up as Dakota joined her. She noticed his empty hands. “Where are the drinks?”

Dakota was just too happy about having a place to sit that the question didn’t register in his mind. He rested his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands.

“Kota?”

“What?”

Blair was going to repeat her question, but there was a more important one to ask. Actually, it was more of a statement followed by a question. “You don’t look so hot. Are you sick?”

“It’s just a headache.” His voice was muffled by his hands. “The lights…” he gestured around the room as if Blair could somehow have missed the seizure-inducing lights.

He didn’t bother with the rest of the sentence because the need to burp took precedence. He let out a long, wet belch that made him press his fist against his mouth. The food in his stomach sloshed around inside of him, making him shiver with nausea. Maybe it was time to ask Blair if they could leave.

“Hey, babe can you look up for one second?” Blair grabbed his arm and gave it a little shake. She was tired of looking at the top of his head all night, and trying to make sense of his mumbling.

Dakota moaned from the movement. Just then, a harsh hiccup caused his stomach to jump into his throat. A heave escaped his mouth just before a gush of vomit splattered onto the table. In his disorientated state, Dakota barely had the idea to lean over and let the next wave of puke hit the floor.

“Oh God, Dakota!” Blair jumped up from her chair, removing her arms from the table just in time. She came around to Dakota’s side and held onto his large frame. He was practically falling out of his chair with the force of each retch. “Okay, alright…you’re okay.”

Dakota squeezed his pounding eyes shut as his stomach contents splashed across the floor. He feared that if he opened his eyes, he would find himself hanging upside down. The world flipped onto its side, and Dakota no longer knew which way was up. His poor belly was getting rid of everything he ate that day. By some sick joke, the noises of the club were drowned out in his current state. Most of his senses abandoned him except for touch. He could feel Blair firmly rubbing his arm.

“I’m right here,” Blair said. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

Blair wanted to move Dakota out of the club, but there was no stopping the flood of sick from pouring from his mouth. With another gurgle and groan of pain, Dakota coated the floor.

Even when he had a moment to breathe, Dakota didn’t dare open his eyes. He did righten himself though because he came close to falling in the mess he made. He slowly sat up, only to let his head fall into Blair’s arms. “Everything hurts, Bee.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry,” Blair cooed as she brush his hair away from his face. “I’m getting you out of here. Can you stand?”

Dakota didn’t feel confident about standing, but no one would stop him from trying. He held tightly onto Blair’s arms for support as he planted his feet on the floor.

“Alright…” Blair mumbled nervously. “Let’s see if we can get back to the room without you crushing me.”

It took some getting used to, but eventually Dakota managed to walk in a straight line. He felt drunk, hungover, and possessed at the same time.

“We’re almost there,” Blair assured him as they turned down the hallway to their suite.

They were so close, but Dakota stopped. He braced himself against the wall and threw up again. “Ugh fuck…my head.” He burped which dislodged the last small wave of sick. It was a thin stream of stomach acid and bile. When he was finished, Dakota’s legs began to give out.

Blair felt the added weight of her collapsing boyfriend and accepted it. “Okay, okay this is a good spot.” She lowered them both to the ground, a few feet from the puddle of sick.

Once sitting against the wall, Dakota opened his eyes again. He hugged his middle and squinted. As he remembered all that just happened, a deep sigh escaped him. “Did I just puke everywhere?”

Blair couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, you just puked everywhere.” She covered her mouth with her hand, but it didn’t stop the laugh. “And we just fucking left.”

Dakota half-heartedly chuckled at the thought, then he winced in pain and put his hand on his forehead. “I hope that never happens again.”

“Yeah, that was a migraine,” Blair said while looking back and forth down the hallway. “They aren’t fun.”

“No kidding.”

“Does your head still hurt?”

“Yes.” Dakota cursed at the lights in the hallway. At least they weren’t as bad as in the club.

Blair stood up. She reached out a hand to help her boyfriend. “I’ll give you meds to knock you out so you can hopefully sleep it off.”

Dakota sighed as he became upright. “You might just have to decapitate me.”

“That’ll be plan B.”

I can't believe that today is the last day of sicktember! I have had so much fun reading all the awesome hurt/comfort, sick fics that I love and I continue to be overwhelmed by the amount of support I receive whenever I post my own work. I have THE BEST READERS EVER. Thank you all!

Without further delay, here is my final @sicktember fic.

Beware the Egg Salad - happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count: 3041 || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker (Ned and MJ mentioned)

Summary: Peter decides to buy himself some extra breakfast on the way to school. But not wanting to spend too much of his money, he opts to purchase a half-price egg salad sandwich from the corner store. It obviously doesn’t sit well in his stomach and when May is stuck at work, it’s Tony that has to come and pick him up. It goes about as well as you would expect. [TW for Vomiting]

[Excerpt Below the Cut]

Due to his humble upbringing, Peter Parker was frugal. He liked saving whatever money he received and when he did spend it, it was never all at once. Even the smallest of purchases were weighed heavily, and he rarely paid full price for large ticket items. Patience was a virtue and if he genuinely wanted it badly enough, he could wait for it to go on sale. It was something that, like his good manners, had been instilled in him since birth and that wasn’t likely to change.

Due to his age and enhanced metabolism, Peter Parker was perpetually hungry. On an exceptionally hectic day, he could eat a full breakfast and be hungry again less than an hour later. His Aunt May did a valiant job at keeping him well fed and he appreciated the effort. But sometimes, knowing the amount of food he required made him feel unnecessarily guilty. And when that happened, he would eat the food that had been provided to him at home and then stop by the corner store on the way to school to buy a ‘second breakfast.’ Like a Hobbit,' Ned had joked but the term had stuck.

It was on the days he chose to use his own money to obtain an additional meal he would realize that being remarkably frugal and persistently hungry weren’t quite compatible. He would find himself rummaging through the store, picking up various items to compare the cost to the calories and then putting them back again. However, the debate would typically end with him placing something from the ‘daily specials’ rack onto the counter. And on the days that he was feeling particularly indulgent, a bag of gummy worms as well.

Corner store’s prepared food wasn’t particularly good, in general. But since he wasn’t an especially finicky eater, it didn't really matter how close it was to its sell-by date. Food was food and was happy for anything that would take up some of the empty space in his stomach. It was fine. All the way up until the day it wasn’t.

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It was Thursday morning and even though Peter had already eaten three bowls of cereal before leaving his apartment, he was still hungry. So he walked up to the corner store, looked inside of his wallet and eyed his bank card. But after making a rather large purchase over the weekend, he’d told himself he wouldn’t spend anything else with it for a while. Outside of that, there was an empty Starbucks gift card and the two twenty dollar bills that Tony had insisted on giving him a few days prior. It had been his intention to deposit it into his account but seeing as he’d yet to get around to it, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend a little bit of it.

With that in mind, he gathered a deep breath in through his nose and stepped into the store, smiling. “Good morning, Mr. Sundar! Got anything marked down yet today?” he pleasantly inquired as he came through the doors. The older man gestured towards the cooler box near the front and Peter skipped towards it. It took a moment to pinpoint what the storekeeper had been referring to but after shuffling a few things around he found several egg salad sandwiches wrapped in cellophane and adorned with a bright orange, fifty percent off sticker. “Bingo,” he whispered to himself and then hurried towards the register to pay.

Peter sat in the seat at the back of the overcrowded train, promptly opened the sandwich and took a bite. It wasn’t horrible. The bread was a little dry and the egg salad was a little tangier than he would have liked but he didn’t think much of it. There wasn’t really any time to. There were only three stops before he had to hop off the train and high tail it the rest of the way to school on foot.

In fact, by the time he'd skidded into his classroom, just in time for the bell to ring, he’d forgotten about it completely. That is until his lower abdomen began to cramp about half way through the lesson. At which point, he was starting to think that perhaps egg salad wasn’t the best way to start your morning. It had seemed reasonable at the time. People eat eggs for breakfast. It was normal. Just not covered in mayonnaise and maybe vinegar? He wasn’t sure. He’d not bothered to read the label.

“Are you okay, Dude?” he heard Ned whisper.

Having not realized he’d had his face scrunched up in mild distress until that moment, Peter took a second to school his features before nodding his head. “Yeah, man. Just- missed the bottom part of the last slide. I didn’t get to write it down,” he easily lied. He’d unintentionally stopped taking notes within the first few minutes of class.

“Oh, that’s easy,” Ned replied. “You can copy mine during lunch.”

Peter thanked his friend with a weak smile but in reality, he was starting to wonder if he’d make it to lunch. Nausea was starting to accompany the cramps, and he was having to periodically swallow just to remind his stomach where it belonged.

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always hot for the idea of a sickie needing to leave a gathering early. a game night with friends? or even better, a game night with MUTUALS?

Their belly starts aching but they don't let anyone know, they just try to use the bathroom. When that doesn't work, they try to wait it out. Eventually their belly is bloated and uneasy, so they pull their partner to the side to let them know they need to leave. They both cut the night short, sickie heading out to the car as partner/caretaker says goodbye to friends & grabs a bowl for the road, because even though they didn't ask for one, it's obvious they might need it. When caretaker gets in the car to drive home, they hand the bowl to sickie who immediately starts puking 🥺 because they really didn't feel good & didn't feel comfortable being sick around mutuals 🥺

pneumonia is probably my favourite thing to write??? i mean, it’s just such a great way to torture my characters and make them miserable.

they have to sleep propped up on pillows, which can cause back pain if you want extra whump there

sleepy!!sickies!! there’s a lot of fatigue that comes with it, usually.

fevers can get pretty damn high. when my band director had it, it peaked at around 105.

chills are great.

it can come as a complication of something like the flu

it’s pretty versatile??? some cases require a lot of bed rest and medications, others need to be treated in the hospital.

just the type of cough, too. you literally can’t breathe without coughing. and it’s hard to stop, and painful.

just

i know there’s so many other illnesses i could write but i like this one.

Autumn/ winter whump aesthetics

Waking up to a half lit room, warm blankets tucked up to their chin

Wind and rain rattling the windows as someone tries in vain to sleep

That first sip of warm, salty broth spooned in with shaky hands

The sharp cheeping of an electronic thermometer while a kettle steams in the background

Someone lying curled into a tight, trembling ball under a heavy quilt, cold light from a snowstorm-drenched world outside, a friend running a hand through their hair and speaking gently to them

The first sound they hear after waking up from a feverish sleep is a crackling fire near them

A pale face with raw, wind-reddened cheeks, a dark bruise under one eye and a split lip

A caretaker tenderly wrapping a whumpee's forehead in bandages to cover a shallow but scarily bloody cut

Someone huddled and shivering against an alleyway wall, knees bloody and a cold forming in their chest, throat burning every time they swallow and worsening as they start to cry silently

Someone found sick and half frozen in the snow, blood staining their jacket

A group or partnership huddled around a fire together, one of them shivering more than usual

Flannels, wool blankets, quilts, wrapped up around a whumpee who can't seem to get warm no matter what

Whumpee coming to half consciousness in another character's arms as they're carried to safety, wrapped in their carrier's coat

He's not even on speaker, you just hafta hold the phone like that to talk to him when he calls. I started this just intending to draw him with his hair pulled up but falling down and then it spiraled.

things that ~get~ me:

someone having to hide how sick they’re feeling because they’re at work or in public even though all they want is to lie down and have their stomach rubbed

someone who ate something chancy because they were in a hurry and thought it was fine until later on in the day when something begins to feel Very Wrong in their tummy

someone who’s had a stomach ache for a while but has been trying to hide it just unable to take it anymore and turning to their s/o or friend to say, “I don’t feel well,” or “My stomach hurts,” in the hopes they’ll get a belly rub

someone who’s stomach is really tight and bloated with gas and/or food who’s having Difficulties relieving the painful tension

someone whose shirt or pants is uncomfortably tight around their stomach but they can’t do anything about it because they’re not at home so they just sort of shift with discomfort

and then part two of the previous one: getting home and them feeling very relieved when they can finally unbutton their shirt/pants

Belly Noises™

someone arching into the caretaker’s touch when they find that magical spot that feels so nice, letting them know to please keep rubbing there

groans and whimpers of pain and then the ensuing sighs of relief as they’re comforted

belly kink dialogue that gets me going hehe

Any sort of blunt, simple statement like “My stomach hurts” or “I don’t feel good.” Extra points if it’s coming from someone who usually doesn’t admit to these sorts of things.

Someone shyly asking, “Could you rub my tummy?” while groaning with pain because who doesn’t love that?

Someone turning to their partner/friend while they’re at some sort of event and just quietly saying, “I feel really weird,” and then their partner/friend looking at them all concerned and asking if they want to head home.

Characters who usually are pretty serious and mature getting so out of it they start talking kind of like a little kid and saying things like, “My tummy hurts,” in a small voice.

“I feel really sick.”

“My stomach…”

“I have a really bad stomach ache…”

“Something I ate really isn’t agreeing with me…”

Shifting with discomfort as they murmur, “I think I ate too much.”

New emeto fic generator!

recently, I’ve been feeling like a lot of my ideas are really stale, so I created an emeto fic generator to give me some ideas! Featuring:

different types of illness

choice of location

choice of receptacle to vomit into

a quote for the sick character to say

(rare) an optional detail

Feel free to create new scenarios with this! Some stuff might not blend well (for example, establishing that a character is on an airplane and then saying that they vomit in the shower, or the fact that a small pool of data means that rare things like appendicitis or morning sickness are over-represented)

I couldn’t have done this alone, of course! Credit to the following posts for use of the quotes in this generator: X, X, X, X

Feel free to message me if you have ideas for anything in the generator! I could always use more inspiration.

Whump Prompt #638

Things for you/the caretakers to consider about the whumpee:

When was the last time they slept uninterrupted?

When was their last meal? And what was is?

Did they always look /this/ bad?

How did they get those bruises/scratches?

How will they react when they wake up?

What if they’re not the same after this?

What if they clam up completely after this ordeal?

Will they be scared of the caretaker?

Why did they react like that?

How long has this been going on for?

I love caretaking in general but being taken care of??? is so hot??? it's not a part of the kink I rlly talk about bc it's somehow embarrassing idk idk but goddamnit the thought of someone cute/a partner taking care of me is uhhh very attractive

Book of Circus / EP 6 / Poor baby Ciel

9?

thanks in advance

This has been in here foreverrr, but since I’m going to use this newly found free time to catch up on some requests! Sorry this took so long.

Warnings: Descriptions of vomit and illness

9: leaving the waste basket nearby

Mila was standing in their en suite struggling to tug a brush through her wet hair. She had to go into the office that morning, the company wanted her to meet the artist that her song was going to be sung by. She liked meeting the people who sang her songs, but she hated going into the office and getting up at the ungodly hour of 8am. She was still trying to brush the ends of her hair when Remy burst through the door, making Mila jump. 

“I know that you’ve seen me naked but sometimes a knock would be nice.” Mila joked before she heard him start retching. “Oh, God. Are you okay?” She asked, walking over to rub his back as a stream of last night’s dinner splashed into the toilet.

Remy nodded before heaving again, bending slightly more forward at the waist. He was basically ready for work, his button up tucked into his dress pants. Remy was basically panting now, one hand steadying himself on the back of the toilet while the other was pressing his tie into his stomach to keep it out of the way.

“Sorry.” He mumbled breathlessly, a gag escaping him as a watery mouthful of vomit left his body.

“It’s okay. Do you still feel sick?” She asked, handing him a wad of toilet paper to wipe his mouth.

Remy shrugged, “I don’t feel great, but I’ll live.” He flushed the toilet and straightened up before clearing his throat.

“You’re not still going to work right?” Mila pried, following him over the mirror where he loosened his tie and rinsed his mouth.

“I’m fine, M. I promise, but I have to go.” He mumbled. 

“Remy, you always do this and you always end up staying home. How about we just cut out the middle part this time around?” She said, running her hand up and down his arm.

Remy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying and failing to compose himself as he gagged again. He slapped his hand over his mouth and whipped around to continue heaving over the toilet.

“You’re not warm,” Mila frowned, gently squeezing the back of his neck. 

Remy cleared his throat and flushed the toilet before straightening, “I felt kind of sick before bed last night. I thought it would’ve passed, but I’ve felt nauseous since I woke up.”

“Do you think it was something you ate? You can’t go to work like this, Love.”

“I don’t know. I just feel really sick. I can do my stuff today from home.” Remy leaned against the sink, resting his hand on his stomach. “Don’t you have to go into the office today?”

“I was supposed to but I can stay home, you really don’t look good.” 

“No, I’ll be okay.” He muffled a burp into his fist, “maybe.”

“How about you lay down and sleep for a little, I’ll take Lee to daycare and head to the office for a little and hopefully I’ll be back before you even wake up.” Mila said.

Remy nodded hesitantly before unknotting his tie and unbuttoning the first couple of buttons of his shirt.

Mila had left to get Leah ready while Remy changed and collapsed back into bed, his stomach churning uncomfortably. He must’ve fallen asleep because time had definitely passed by the time Mila came back in.

“Hey, Love. I’m gonna head out okay?” She said quietly. “I won’t be gone long, text if you need anything. Get some sleep and the trashcan is right here just in case. Don’t vomit on the carpet please.”

“Okay, thank you. I love you, be safe.” He mumbled groggily.

“I love you too, baby. Feel better.”

Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

Sickfic Starters

Sickie Sentence Starters:

1A. “Can you just…hug me?”

2A. “Don’t leave, please.”

3A. “I’d watch that movie with you if I knew I wouldn’t cry during it because that really wouldn’t help my congestion.”

4A. “I swear I wasn’t this sick this morning.”

5A. “Yes, I took medicine.”

6A. “You’re sure I’m sick?  ‘Cause I feel fine.”

7A. “I really cannot be sick right now.”

8A. “Everyone gets colds.  I’ll live.”

9A. “I really hope this is just my allergies.” / “You don’t happen to have a cat, do you?” 

10A. “Stop thinking so loud; my head hurts.”

Good Caretaker Sentence Starters: 

1B. “You’re never cold.”

2B. “It’s weird to hear you complain.”

3B. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

4B. “You think you can stomach some water?”

5B. “What hurts?”

6B. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

7B. “You’re supposed to be in bed” / “Why aren’t you in bed?”

8B. “No, no, don’t cry.  Please, don’t cry.  It’s okay.”

9B. “Has anyone checked your temperature?”

10B. “Sleep.  I’ll be here.”

Not-So-Good Caretaker Sentence Starters:

1C. “Stop complaining.”

2C. “What happened to your ‘perfect’ immune system?”

3C. “You’re gonna have to help me out here because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

4C. “The internet said you’re dying and I have half the mind to think it’s right.”

5C. “I have to call someone, who can I call?  I have no idea what I’m doing!”

6C. “I didn’t realize you could get grosser, but I guess you proved me wrong.”

7C. “There’s no way I’m getting sick just because you wanted a hug.”

8C. “Gtee away from me–you smell like vomit and sweat.”

9C. “This is the last thing I want to be doing with my time, and you know it.”

10C. “Use a tissue for goodness sake.”

someone’s voice isn’t sounding great, and when a friend or coworker comments on it, they explain it away by saying, “oh, yeah, i just woke up.” 

their partner (or roommate) immediately outs them by saying, “what? no you didn’t,” and suddenly everyone in the room knows something’s wrong and they aren’t feeling well, and it becomes a determined topic of discussion now that this person can’t hide it like they were planning to.

V, I would love to read something where an OC deals with a horrible, stress-induced stomach ache all day (then maybe throws up when they get home). Preferably Evi because he's my favourite, but whoever you feel like writing 🖤

meet some new ocs, addison and aiden!

if you have questions about them or more requests, send them to my ask!

tws for stomach ache, emeto

“Lord you would not believe the day I had,” Aiden’s gentle voice cuts through the cafe.

From behind the counter, organizing treats in the display, Addison poked his head up to the sound of his boyfriend coming in.

“What happened today?” Addison asked, standing straight and tucking his hands in the pockets of his apron.

“Well it-” Aiden started saying, “Hey, you okay? You’re… paler than normal.”

“Ah,” Addison said, his voice understanding and calm, “Not a big issue, my stomach is just a little upset, I think I ate something bad. Plus I got a major catering order called in. But we have time.”

Aiden sighed softly, “You always get so stressed out when you get orders like that. Why don’t you say we call it a day,” Aiden questioned, “We can rent a movie and snuggle…”

“Alright, let me lock up,” Addison nodded, the thought of rest overwhelming.

-

They’d called in take out. Some japanese food. Miso soup and some rice for Addison, cautious with his stomach in the moment. Teriyaki chicken and rice for Aiden, though Addison did sneak a few pieces.

He’d let Aiden pick the movie, planning on just sleeping now. The food settled in his stomach like he’d just eaten something heavy and rich, putting more pressure on the already upset organ.

Addison had curled up close to Aiden, holding him close to his side.

“You must be feeling pretty rough, huh?” Aiden asked softly, earning a small nod from Addison.

Addison’s stomach let out a low moan, gurgling uncomfortably, trying to digest what little he ate..

“Do you want me to rub it?” Aiden asked.

There was a pause, hesitation, before Addison agreed.

“Just… careful…” Addison spoke softly, hoping opening his mouth to speak so little would keep his stomach in place.

Aiden took over, running his palm up his shirt, rubbing across the oddly rounded and tender areas of his abdomen.

The touch was nice at first. It eased the distress and Addison thought maybe everything would be okay. But then, his stomach let out sickly grumbles, bubbling and churning his stomach. He swallowed thickly, a sudden bitter taste flooding his mouth with an abundance of saliva.

“Babe,” Aiden said, “Do you think puking will help you…?”

“I don’t kn-” His words were cut off with a sick belch, wet and heavy in his chest.

“Poor darling,” Aiden cooed again, “Your stomach is really upset…”

“I don’t wanna move…” Addison slurred, “Nausea will pass… already passing,”

A sharp cramp seized Addison’s stomach, making him gasp and then whimper. Aiden put more pressure on his stomach, rubbing it but still being careful.

“Do you want to move?” Aiden asked, “Bathroom, kitchen… I’ll drag a trash can in here…”

“Bathroom…” Addison said, another sick expulsion of air coming from his throat.

“Okay,” Aiden nodded, “I’ve got you let’s just…”

With barely any effort, a wave of sick collided with the coffee table. He swallowed, panting, trying to choke back more.

“Try to stay on your feet,” Aiden instructed, letting go and dashing to the kitchen, pulling the trash can back to Addison.

In those moments, Addison was desperate. He needed this out, every last bit. But he wasn’t going to make more of a mess. He knew he couldn’t make it to the bathroom, or the kitchen, any movement now would bring temporary damage to the floors.

As soon as the trash can was in front of him, he held onto the edges, heaving so hard he collapsed back on the couch, bringing up a heavy, abundant wave. And then a burp, more heavy flow. Again and again, purging half his body weight if not more.

“Oh…” Aiden winced softly on his behalf as he struggled to take a breath, coughing against more acid and half digested food, chunks getting caught and making it hard to come up.

Aiden gathered his hair back, securing it with a stray set of hair clips, as he moved his hands, one holding his shoulder the other patting his back, almost like burping a baby.

FInally, the hard waves stopped. Then the lighter ones tapered off too, into hard dry heaving and struggling breaths. Before finally, Addison could lean back, rubbing his chest as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Gently, Aiden wiped his lips with a tissue, tossing it in the trash. Aiden let Addison be for a bit, getting up, getting to work on cleaning up the mess, thank god it was all contained to the coffee table. Once it was cleaned, though in need of bleach, Aiden knelt on the floor in front of Addison.

Aiden ran his fingers through his hair. But careful as he was, Addison pulled back with a low whine.

“Poor darling, you’re crying…” Aiden said softly, “Your stomach’s really upset, huh?”

“Headache… hurts… bad….” Addison slurred out, in too much pain and too exhausted to put forward much effort.

“Migraine… probably…” Aiden said, “Your stomach though….”

“Cassie had a stomach bug last week,” Addison said, “Left work because she puked.”

“Oh no,” Aiden said, “Baby… this is going to be rough… lay down.”

Addison does immediately, out of energy to even move to his bedroom.

although i do also love, like, in general, when ppl have particular little things that let them know an illness is going to be Bad

and i dont mean like "oh i have a fever of 103 on day 1 this is gonna be Bad" - i mean specifically innocuous little things that might not seem like a big deal to an outside observer, like

oh, i'm losing my voice. this is gonna end up being a lingering chest cold - and then the person is Right. because they always get a lingering one when they lose their voice, every time, like clockwork

just - something about the predictability of it, and the person knowing their own body/experiences that well, and the kind of satisfaction of being correct, especially if someone doubted them, and the comfort in being prepared, just - s'good shit

Sick scenarios!!

•"You’re so sick you literally just fell down the stairs I can’t just let you walk home/take <insert public transport> by yourself!! I know we aren’t that close but I care about you enough that I don’t want you to get run over!!“

•"You’re doing some sort of presentation and you can’t stop sneezing and coughing and now the professor is yelling at you and oh god please don’t get upset it’s not your fault here do you need a hug”

•"We’re actors and you keep wrecking the takes please don’t feel bad!! Come to my trailer I’ll take care of you"

•"Im so sick our mutual friend dragged me to the hospital you work at and now you’re giving me death glares because I told you earlier this morning I was fine I’m sorry"

•"I’m really feverish and I haven’t noticed you and this sneeze just won’t come out and I’m pulling the most ridiculous build up you’ve ever seen and shit now I’ve noticed you this is fucking awkward sorry"

•"You’re my neighbour and you sneeze so loud and I can’t sleep I hate you so much so I’m going to complain and shit you’re really sick and your heating is broken come to mine"

•"I always take care of you but never catch it but for some reason I’ve caught it now and I am too proud to tell you I’m sick and I don’t want you to feel bad so I’m going to tough it out"