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bellysoupset · 24 days

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It's @lisupanddown with a MINI fic request - we haven't seen any motion sickness lately, and I'd love a little, loving drabble with sick Leo and caretaker Jon in a situation where they have to travel, and maybe Jon was in charge of bringing the anti-nausea meds and forgot, and feels so guilty about it because they both know Leo's going to get sick and there's no way to avoid it. Would love to see the onset of the nausea - throat bobbing, swallowing, Jonah hovering and trying to do his doctor best to help while cursing himself for forgetting the meds. And Leo both feeling so sick, but also trying to comfort Jonah because hey, mistakes happen (maybe he can start out being annoyed or stressed or prickly, but realizes eventually that that's not helping the situation). Okay, so this is awfully specific and detailed, lol.

Oh my god, Lis, this is noooot little 🙈. But I'll try anyway.

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"I'm so excited I'm almost vibrating out of my skin," Leo said, as soon as Jonah pulled over in front of his work building. They were all heading down to Doveport, or rather, just outside of it.

Vince, the overtly friendly person he was, had already stricken up a friendship with one of the older teachers, who just so happened to have a cabin by the lake and was more than happy to rent it out for the weekend for a decent fee.

It was just the weekend, so in order to better utilize their time, Jonah and Leo were leaving straight after work on a Friday. It was court day, so Leo didn't even have time to pack, trusting Jon to do it for him.

Besides, it was just two days away, even if he forgot something like extra underwear, it would be fine, right?

Jonah was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, completely relaxed, even if he looked pretty tired himself after working all day and with four hours of road ahead of them.

Jon was in the best mood Leo had ever seen him lately, all smiley and soft, probably due to his sister visiting and everything falling into place as his controlling ass had planned. He was overdue a cranky moment, Leo thought with a snort, leaning his head back and planning on napping for his half of the trip as the passenger.

No such thing. The minute they were out of the city and into the open road, Leo felt a pressure between his ears, as if someone was squeezing his head. He let out a sigh, opening his eyes and focusing them on the horizon, immediately recognizing the initial signs of motion sickness.

"We should've carpooled," Leo said, just because their comfortable silence was turning into anything but, given the weird pressure in his head, "there's no reason for all of us to drive separately."

"Wendy left during lunch," Jonah reminded him, unbothered, "and I'm not sharing a car with Luke and Bell, they drive me insane."

"Uhm," Leo rubbed a hand over his face and let out yet another sigh when staring at the sun setting ahead of them didn't help at all, "where did you put the dramamine?"

"Already?" Jonah groaned, "it's in your backpack, backseat, front pocket."

"Already," Leo nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning around to grab the blue backpack. He sat back down on his seat and opened the front zipper, only to frown. Some minty bubblegum, a folded plastic bag, his phone charger... "it's not here."

"Of course it is, search better," Jon rolled his eyes, lowering his window so he could rest an elbow on the windowsil and his head on his hand, yawning, "I brought my fishing gear."

"I didn't even know you had that," Leo mumbled, removing all the contents from the front pocket and glaring at the empty space. No pills. He unzipped the other pockets, now feeling much more urgent as glancing down to search for the meds was making his nausea worse, "it's not here. You didn't pack the freaking meds, Jon."

Jonah frowned, looking away from the road, then switching his hands on the steering whell, so he could shove his right one inside the backpack Leo had already inspected, fully believing his boyfriend had done a poor job of it.

Then he cursed, "oh shit, I'm sorry, Leo- Maybe it's in my bag?"

Leo groaned, covering his face with his hands and rubbing vigoriously as if that was going to help the uncomfortable sloshing in his belly. The thought of his lunch flashed in front of his eyes and Leo swallowed in thickly, turning around once more in order to exchange bags.

It was to no avail, Jonah hadn't brought the meds.

"Fucking hell, Jon," Leo said, grabbing the plastic bag he had iniatially seen and opening it on his lap. He leaned back, breathing through his mouth and rolling down his window, hoping the cool air was going to help some.

"There's a rest stop in one hour," Jonah said in a strained voice, clearly feeling guilty, "I think they have a pharmacy. Can you hold on that long?"

Leo raised a hand and shook it from side to side in order to indicate he wasn't sure. He didn't dare speak, pressing his lips in a thin line as overly sweet saliva started to flood his mouth.

He gulped down, then startled as he felt Jon taking his hand in his, "What-"

"It's a pressure point," the other man answered, keeping his eyes on the road, "maybe it'll help...?"

"Uhm," Leo gulped down when he tried to answer, only to feel his stomach rocket up his throat. He felt cold sweat start to collect over his upper lip, glueing the baby hairs to his nape, "god..."

"Do you want me to pull over?" Jonah sounded every bit as if Leo had told him they'd need to put down the family dog. Leo ignored him, pulling his hand from Jon's hold and grabbing at the plastic bag, bringing it up to his mouth.

Vaguely he could hear his boyfriend saying something else, but Leo ignored him, spitting inside the bag. His mouth felt terrible. He had eaten risotto for lunch and the next weak heave was just spit and some fucking grains that got stuck in his throat and caused him to gag loudly.

The car swerved and Leo groaned, planting a sweaty hand to the dashboard as he felt his head swim. With the bag half open, Leo let out a sick burp, that turned frothy and disgusting at the end-

"Here," Jonah grabbed the other side of the bag since he had let go and moved it up to Leo's mouth, "I got you-"

"Gon'besick," Leo slurred, "pullovr," his words were sticking together, eyes tearing up as yet another wave of hot nausea washed over him, causing his stomach to clench again, "Jon pull over-"

"I did, baby," Jonah's soft hand suddenly was on his forehead, helping Leo support it, and the blonde leaned heavily against the touch, gagging again, "deep breaths, this will pass ina moment."

He forced a breath through his nose, straightening up and dizzily grabbing the door handle, pushing it open.

"Leo, wait-" Jon said, but it was to no avail, as the other man stumbled out of the car and immediately fell down on his knees on the grass, heaving and bringing up a gush of vomit all over the grass.

"God-" Leo whined, coughing to clear up his throat and wiping at the micro tears that had slipped out. His stomach still felt uneasy, but puking had helped some, so had standing on the ground and no longer feeling claustrophobic inside the car. He forced up a burp and it brought up a little dribble of spit and liquidy vomit, then Leo fell back on his heels, startling when his back met Jonah's arms.

"I got you," his boyfriend said, sounding terribly worried and guilty, "you done?"

"Think- think so," Leo interrupted himself with a sour burp and shivered at the taste, "help me up."

Jonah didn't need to be told twice. Now getting a better bearing of their surroundings, Leo could tell his boyfriend was pale as well, how much was sympathy nausea, how much was his nervous stomach Leo didn't know.

"You good?" He rasped, as Jon helped him towards the car. Instead of going inside, Leo collapsed against the hood and happily took the water bottle Jonah retrieved from the backseat.

"If I'm good?" Jon scoffed, stepping aside so Leo could swirl the water in his mouth and spit it on the grass. At least the headlights were not illuminating the mess on the ground just a couple feet ahead, "I'm fucking peachy, you're the one puking."

"I'm okay," Leo rubbed a hand over his stomach, pressing on it and bringing up a little burp that he blew out under his breath, "just give me a minute."

"I'm really sorry," Jonah sighed, stepping closer, "do you wanna lie in the back? Or I can drop you at the nearest gas station, then grab the meds in the rest stop and com-"

"Don't be ridiculous," Leo rolled his eyes, leaning in and planting his forehead to Jon's shoulder, "really, it's just carsickness, it's not like I'm dying. Give me a minute."

Jonah let out a scoff, but hugged him closer, planting a hand on Leo's back and rubbing up and down, "I'm sorry-"

"Please, shut up about it," Leo whined, sinking into Jon's warmth and trying to gather up courage to get back inside the car, "it's fine."

He could almost hear Jon's retort, but at least he didn't say it out loud.

Leo breathed in, measuredly, until the nausea receeded almost completely. He wasn't looking forward to the next hour until the stop, but at least it was just one more hour or so.

He straightened up, "switch with me, let me drive."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Leo nodded, "and stop kicking yourself over it, it's fine."

"I'll make it up to you," Jonah promised, getting in the passenger side. Leo got in the driver one, fiddling with the seat.

"Oh, yeah, you better. I want breakfast in bed tomorrow morning," he teased lightly, even if the mere thought of food made his stomach churn.

Jon opened a relieved smile at the teasing, "deal, breakfast and head, how about?"

"Sounds lovely," Leo snorted, starting up the car.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #carsickness #leo wagner

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sickficideas · 11 months

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car sickness is great for the concept of being nauseous and having no where to go, but what about sea sickness where the person actually has nowhere to go? no stopping the car, no taking a break, nowhere to get motion sickness medication...just stay nauseous and miserable until they get off the boat/ship/etc. fantastic. i also just think the boat swaying is such a great atmospheric way to add to the misery

#totally am writing a fic for this btw #sskk w motion sick aku bc its canon ive decided #illness #sick #motion sickness #seasickness #carsickness #nausea #emeto #emetophilia #vomiting

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ubiquitous-lurker · 11 months

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This morning my mates and I were going out to the mountains after a night of partying, with two of the four of us wickedly hungover. I thought I would be able to tough it out, but ended up making them pull over about 45 minutes from our destination. I didn’t manage to film the first but, because I was more focused on not hurling in the car, but I managed to start filming after the first few heaves. Hopefully nobody saw me filming 😩

#emeto #puke #chunder #emeto video #carsickness #carsick

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gusherguy · 9 months

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Does reiko get motionsickness?

Yes, she gets really bad motion sickness on any kind of public transportation. That's why Reiko tries to avoid it whenever possible. Sometimes even cars are bad for her....

Today Reiko can't help but spew inside a taxi on her way home. Good thing she's got a bag....though it looks like she's making a bit of a mess on herself...

#emeto #emetophilia #carsickness #motion sick #ai art not made by me

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dutifullyshamelessearthquake · 11 months

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It is finally here, the long awaited multichapter road trip sickfic!

#sickfic #genshin sickfic #genshin emeto #emeto fic #sick gorou #sick heizou #nausea #carsickness #vomiting

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jurassicsickfics · 11 months

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No character preference, I trust your choice on this

Ok then! I sure hope you enjoy this, and, sorry it took longer than usual, I've had a chaotic week lol.

Title: Claire's triple whammy

The operators manager of Jurassic World strutted proudly across the control room as she made her way to the helipad. She trotted up the steps and climbed into the helicopter, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves as she sat down and fastened her seat belt. She played with her shiny red hair as the helicopter began to lift off the ground, and, feeling a bit of turbulence, she instinctively wrapped her arm around her belly. She almost always got sick on these silly helicopter rides, which was why she didn't do them unless she absolutely had to. As Claire watched the lush, green jungle pass underneath her, the movement made her even more queasy. The redhead reached into the pocket on the back of the seat and grabbed a sick bag, quickly fumbling with the plastic seal on the top to open it.

"I think I'm going to be sick, I apologize..." Claire said to the pilot, as she held the bag over her mouth, gagging into it. The pilot gave her a sympathetic look and a nod, and thanked her for the warning. Seconds later, Claire was throwing up into the bag.

Soon enough, the helicopter had landed. Claire staggered out of the vehicle, closing the vomit filled bag and throwing it away as she stood and caught her breath.

"Are you alright Miss Dearing?" The pilot asked.

"Oh, um, yes, thanks. " Claire replied.

Later on in the day, Claire was actually feeling better after the incident in the helicopter. She walked alongside her assistant, Zara, on their way to the monorail to go to the docks. The two had a business meeting to attend on the mainland. The two women stepped onto the monorail, and made their way to as private a spot as they could find, to avoid park guests recognizing and bombarding the operations manager and her assistant. Almost as soon as the monorail began to move, Claire felt that awful feeling in her stomach return.

"Oh no..." she mumbled. Zara turned to her. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't feel well. I got sick in the helicopter this morning and I thought I was feeling better, but, it's coming back." Claire explained, bringing a hand up to her mouth.

Zara gave her a sympathetic look. "Oh dear, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

Claire shrugged. "Do you have any motion sickness medication? Or a bag?"

Zara clicked her tongue thoughtfully as she rummaged through her purse. She found an empty ziplock bag. "Will this work?"

Claire nodded and took the bag. "Yes, it should, thank you. Ugh, I can't believe this is happening again...twice in one day is just...too much."

Zara gave her boss an understanding smile, and soon Claire was retching into the bag...again.

Before long, the two were on the boat to the mainland. Zara was leaned against the rail, admiring Isla Nublar in the distance, when she heard Claire's soft voice beside her.

"Zara...you're not gonna believe this..."

Zara turned around. "Oh Claire, seriously? Seasick too??"

Claire nodded. "Zara...help, please...I don't wanna throw up again..."

Zara pulled Claire into a gentle hug. "Oh dear, I wish I could do something but I really don't think I can. You're probably just gonna have to let it out. "

Claire let out an agonized groan and leaned over the side of the boat, throwing up for the third time.

As soon as she was finished, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and sighed deeply. "Welp...I knew I had a sensitive stomach, but that freakin' triple whammy was just unnecessary. "

#jurassic world #claire dearing #zara young #seasickness #carsickness #motion sickness #tw emeto

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birdnamedenza · 2 years

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„I need you to pull over!“

@sicktember

This was actually the very first story I wrote for Sicktember. For some reason, I hadn't ventured into carsickness territory before, even though I'm in love with the whole "Pull over!" trope. The urgency of the request and the instant turmoil it creates for everyone involved is just one of a kind. By the way, I have no idea why bickering friend groups are such a favorite of mine. It would mean infinite stress for me in real life, but it's such an entertaining and interesting dynamic in fiction.

TW: Vomiting, alcohol

All it took to ruin the day was one wrong turn. The fact that they were having a blast at the cinema only hours ago – completely forgotten. Their drinking games and mindless laughter at the club – a thing of the past. Now the atmosphere in the car was so dense it could be cut with a knife. Good thing no one seemed to have a knife at hand, they might have been tempted to use it.

Luka – the one at the wheel – was sporting a particulary grouchy pout, eyebrows knitted closely. Every now and then, he let out a grumbling noise to make sure all passengers were aware that he was in the worst of moods. Thien had been fallen asleep for a while, but after giving himself away with a rumbling snore, Tiago had woken him up via elbow in the ribs. After some bantering, it had now become quiet again on the backseats. Tiago stared into the pitch black night behind the window with a grim expression while Thien kept on tapping his foot.

This constant rhythm of impatience felt like a hammer drill deep inside of Isaiah’s bowels. He was stuck in the front seat, desperately trying to fall asleep ever since the heated argument had subsided.

„Why don’t you get a navigator when you’re too dumb to read street signs?“, Tiago had shouted once he realized they had missed the junction to the freeway and were now stuck on the long, winding mountain road.

„Why didn’t you warn me, huh?“ Luka had been pissed ever since they drew lots for the designated driver and his name had shown up. He had subtely accused Thien of cheating, then resigned to his fate, but not without the occasional passive-aggressive jibe. „Oh wait, it’s because none of you guys can hold your liquor.“

„Come on, you’re still not over staying sober for once?“, Thien had fueled the fire.

„You’re the ones who can’t stop bitching about this little detour.“

„Little detour?“ Tiago spat out his words. „We’re going to arrive an hour later, minimum. Maybe two, if you keep on crawling at such a snail’s pace. Can’t you just turn around?“

„Wow, I had no idea your brain was that fried. Like, do you have eyes or what? The road barely fits two cars, only way I can turn is by going down the hillside, if his lordship preferred so.“

Everyone had insulted each other for a while until they had finally resigned to annoyed silence. But still, Isaiah couldn’t get the rest his body craved. Every turn and twist of the narrow road caused a riot in his belly. His stomach had become a washing machine, sloshing around the mixture of drinks and popcorn and cheesy nachos he had consumed this evening.

It didn’t help that the night blocked out most of the outside view, depriving him of something he could focus on. Isaiah‘s pale reflection was staring back from the window, the sickly white skin causing his countless freckles to stand out even more. He had his middle-length red hair pulled back into a ponytail which tucked at his scalp, only adding to the headache. Maybe he should untie it, but then again, it would at least protect his hair from being coated in chunks if he actually had to hurl. Which he planned to avoid at all costs.

„Mom won’t let me borrow the car for at least two weeks if I’m late“, Tiago growled, apparently bugged by the lack of conversation – an argument seemed to be better than boredom.

„Because it’s my fault you still live with your parents. At 23.“ A new surge of anger caused Luka to take the next hairpin bend much more abruptly. Isaiah‘s stomach leaped up to his throat, forcing out a gag he tried to muffle against his arm. No one else seemed to be under the weather from the alcohol and he didn’t want them to notice. There was a reason they always placed the redhead in the front seat, him being notorious for not holding his booze quite so well.

„And it’s not my fault that none of you assholes has a car yet. You’re depending on mom’s mercy just as much as I do.“

„Why am I an asshole now?“, Thien protested. „You know I’m saving up for a car, but college is a money hungry whore.“

„Plus no one on the entire planet still has a curfew at fuck-ing twen-ty-three“, Luka added with triumphant rage.

„That’s because she’s worried about her car, not about me!“

The increasing volume of the pointless quarrel exascerbated the pounding behind Isaiah’s temples. He wanted to scream at his friends, tell them to shut up, but he was scared something different than words would escape his lips. At least the irate voices drowned out the aggressive gurgling of his stomach. His internal washer had officially entered the spin cycle. He tried to focus on his breath, but it only caused a wet hiccup, accompanied by the sour taste of bile. The hot liquid brought back a hint of nacho cheese, adding more fuel to the nausea fire.

Isaiah’s mouth quickly filled with warm saliva. He frantically tried to swallow it down, but couldn’t keep up with the pace. His palms were sweaty, sticky, just like his back. His face. Something deep inside of his stomach cramped. There was no way he could hold it in for much longer.

„Pull over“, he uttered, trying his best not to drool while he talked. A thick drop fell onto his lap.

„No way“, Luka growled. „We’re already running late, you can take a piss when we’re home.“

Isaiah let out a shuddery breath that turned into a belch, forcing up a mouthful of vomit. His cheeks bulged for a moment, but he was determined enough to swallow it right back. The taste was utterly disgusting, foul and bitter with a subtle note of artificial cheddar. It instantly caused him to gag again.

„You don’t understand. I need you to pull over. Now!“

„He’s about to blow chunks!“, Tiago alerted from the backseat. „Don’t you dare to hurl in my mother’s car!“

„Oh no, please don’t barf, please don’t barf…“ Thien sounded even more anxious than Isaiah felt. He was a sympathetic puker and he couldn’t stand the sounds, let alone the smell that came with the entire process. Isaiah’s body began to tremble. He didn’t want to spoil the car and humiliate himself in front of his friends, but the nausea became overwhelming.

„Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ Luka hectically began to look around, causing the car to sway even more. Isaiah doubled over with a sloppy heave.

„Why don’t you just stop the car?“ Thien almost screamed.

„What, right here? The road’s a winding mess, do you want me to park in the bend and cause a collision? Oh, and the mountainside is steep af and it’s right next to the asphalt, there is no place to fucking pull over!“

„There has to be a bag somewhere“, Tiago groaned and immediately started to search. „Hold it in! Do you hear me? You gotta hold it in!“

Isaiah tried. He really did. Too bad his stomach hadn’t received the instruction and kept on churning violently. His muscles contracted and, to his horror, he felt another wave of vomit pushing up his throat. Quickly, his hand flew up to his mouth, trying to contain the flood. His eyes widened in sheer panic as a trickle of his own sick was leaking between his fingers.

„Swallow it down!“, Tiago commanded. „There’s gotta be a viewpoint somewhere, we‘ll be there any minute.“

Even though the thought of forcing down the rancid slush once again was enough to make Isaiah’s body spasm under another retch, he tried to initiate one big gulp. The effect was astounding, just not in the way the redhead had intended. His stomach instantly went into reverse gear and shot up a massive gush of puke, spraying through his fingers like a waterfall. Isaiah moaned in pain and embarrasment before he lurched forward, only held back by the safety belt. He projectile vomited all over the dashboard, coating it in semi-liquid mush and chunks of soggy tortilla chips.

„I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!“ Tiago’s voice had turned into an angry roar with a little bit of a suppressed sob mixed in.

„Give him a break, can’t you see he’s feeling sick?“, Thien bravely jumped to Isaiah‘s defense, even though he had already gagged at least twice himself. He tried to reach around the seat to awkwardly pat his friend‘s back.

„Thanks, I’ve noticed“, Tiago barked. „He knows he’s a lightweight, we all know, why did we even allow him to get so fucking wasted? Goddamn asshole.“

„Oh, shut up, Ti.“ Even Luka spoke up, usually being the only one who found it hilarious when one of his friends tossed their lunch. „You didn’t complain earlier, you just cared about your own luck of the draw.“

Isaiah would have been moved if he wasn’t shaken by another heave. He doubled over as much as he could and brought up a gooey mixture of melted cheese, sour cream and alcohol. It splattered onto his lap, forming a puddle that quickly seeped through the fabric of his pants. The seatbelt pressed uncomfortably against his aching stomach, intensifying the nausea.

„You’re going to clean this up with your bare hands“, Tiago growled. The very idea of it caused Isaiah to retch again. One of his hands was covered in vomit already, he couldn’t handle the thought of being forced to touch the lumpy mess he had just expelled. More off-white gruel swapped over his lips and heavily plopped on his legs.

„Come on, let him get it all out in peace. I’ll clean the car if you stop bitching about it“, Luka offered with a defeated sigh. „By the way, there’s the overlook you were talking about.“

„It’s a little too late now.“

„It’s not“, Thien burped, cupping his mouth with both hands.

„Ah, damn it. I hate all of you.“ Luka finally pulled over. Before they had stopped entirely, Thien scrambled out of the car and immediately started to throw up. All of the gargling and bubbling and gagging he produced caused Isaiah to heave again, spewing strands of bile that burned his sore throat and stubbornly clung to his lips.

„I’m… so sorry“, he mumbled, cheeks flushed, eyes closed. He didn’t want to look at his stomach contents that had soiled the car and himself. With his clean hand, he shakily wiped the puke stains from his face and rubbed it onto his clothes. They were ruined anyways. „I volunteer to be the driver next time.“

„Don’t worry about it“, Luka grinned and pulled up a scrunched up bag of chips from under his seat. „Guess who’s found a barf bag? You know, we still have to get you down this mountain. The only downside is that you and Thien might have to share…“

Isaiah moaned, sinking back into his seat. At least for this one dreadful night, he was determined to never touch alcohol again for the rest of his life.

#sicktember 2022 #sicktember #sickfic #vomiting #emeto #vomit tw #whump #emeto tw #emetophilia #carsickness #carsick #hangover #sympathy puke

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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angels au:

i feel like in terms of taking the boys on a road trip, aus seems like the little to get car sick real easy. so you have a cute little bag of necessities and it even has his name on it in glitter letters. liek it had sick bags, water bottles, juice, small mints too. poor things tummy is just so sensitive 🥺☹️

Awwww yes 100% and we have the windows down if he starts to look a little green and sometimes we sit back there with him just to comfort him through it and keep an eye on him. We don't take very many road trips because the whole time we're in the car, Aus is basically miserable scared and sad if he's awake. We've found E holding his hand for comfort when it starts out :(

#kiwis angel au #sick little aus #carsickness

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danafeelingsick · 5 months

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l imbus c om pany limmbusd c ompfpany

big thanks to @pokemonispain for this commission!

we're a little busy here at the studio this time of the year but still around. psst, art commissions!

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bellysoupset · 8 months

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Sicily - Part 1

I have no patience whatsoever! So here, have part 1:

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Vin was not the type to make a big fuss out of his birthday. Most years he only went out with Leo, Luke and Bell and they got drunk and smoked weed, maybe sung in the karaoke.

But that was before. Before he got a super extra girlfriend who loved to party and didn't understand what "no" meant. Before he nearly broke his neck in a car crash and worried his parents half to death. Before his birthday incidentally lined up with a long state holiday.

So this year they were celebrating his birthday in "style" as Wendy had called it. She had been incredibly secretive about everything for a month now and Vince couldn't say he wasn't amused and enthralled by it. It was heartwarming to know how much he was loved.

He had, so far, walked on Wendy talking on the phone with his mother twice, in a zoom call with Lucas, with Jonah too, and hiding packages in the closet, giggling with Bella. So Vince couldn't say he was surprised when she straddled him in bed, a week before his birthday and held up a deep red box before his eyes.

"What is this?" he asked, lying against the pillows. She had a large, manic smile on.

"Open it up."

He rolled his eyes, putting away his book, marking the page and taking the box.

"You're a bit early for my birthday, honey, it's only in week..." Vince said, voice trailing off as he found a simple cardboard box, long and skinny under the paper wrap. By the package he had judged it was a watch, but no watch would come in a little paper box. A pen?

"Open it, open it, open it," Wendy said, almost bouncing with how happy she was. Vince smiled, pulling the lid off and then removing the box contents: a handmade long ticket, in Wendy's handwriting.

"I don't understand this, Wen," Vince said, picking up the paper and reading it. You're invited to the best birthday trip ever. Dress code: your birthday suit and that speedo I love. Turn it around- "what...?" he turned the sturdy cardstock around and then raised his eyebrows. Clipped to the back there was another ticket, this one not so handmade, "Wendy, no. This is too much."

"It's not," she rolled her eyes, leaning in and smashing her lips against his, "I wanna make love to you in a beach. I want to see if you get tanned or red like a lobster," she said against his mouth, "I want you to have the best birthday ever."

"Wendy, amore mio," Vince's voice was strained as he pushed her back, holding the ticket before her eyes, "this is a ticket to Tonnara. È in Sicilia, Wendy! Sicilia, Italia!"

She jumped when he switched from English to Italian and Wendy rolled her eyes, sitting back on her heels and cupping his face, "Vincenzo," she said in a stern voice, "we almost lost you this year, you understand that, honey? Please let us celebrate you?"

"Not in Italy!"

"No one else thinks it's that big of a deal," she smiled, hitting his nose with hers, "your parents wanted to go to Sicily anyway-"

"My parENTS!?" Vince exclaimed, pushing her off his lap and pacing the room, "Wendy Marshall, what did you do?!"

"Lucas has a house there! It's not the end of the world-"

"Lucas doesn't have houses, his father does!"

"We're going!" Wendy got up on the bed in order to be able to see eye to eye with him, "all tickets are bought, your mom is over the fucking roof. Bella and I already shopped for it. Jonah switched all his hospital shifts! It's in four days, Vince. We're going and you're going to love it and you'll let me and all our friends spoil you rotten because we love you and this was not just my idea, it was everyone else's too! Capiche cábron?"

"Cábron is Spanish," Vince scoffed, then his shoulders dropped as he took in a deep breath. A smiled sprouted up in the corner of his lips, "fine, but ask for it in italian."

"You want me to beg?" Wendy rolled her eyes, but she was smiling again, "you're out of your mind-"

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him and grinning, "say per favore, amore mio."

"No," Wendy looped her arms around his neck, "let me go."

He chuckled, squeezing her and letting his hand wander down, pining her to the bed, "can't believe I'm going back to Sicilia, I haven't been there in years..."

"Yeah," Wendy smiled, squirming under him and kissing him, "you're going with me. With all of us."

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Wendy wasn't kidding about everything being decided already. Even his boss had been talked with, seeming entirely too smug as he cornered Vince in the museum after a tour.

"Your pretty little girlfriend said you two are going to Italy," Troy said, big smile on. He was a tiny man with striking blue eyes and a bowl hair cut, "sounds like a proposal sort of trip, Vince. Do you wanna tell me anything?"

"I'm not proposing," Vince rolled his eyes, "it's far too early for that, we've only been together for a year."

"Uhm," Troy shrugged, "well, you know how these college girls are. Ring before spring, Vince."

"Wendy isn't like that," he insisted, "it's not about some ring, it's because of the accident I had at the start of the year. Scared them all half to death."

The older man nodded in understanding, "scared us too, Vince. Either way, enjoy your trip. You don't have to come next Friday."

Vince raised his eyebrows, "you're giving me the day off...? Our busiest day?"

"Your little Tinkerbell is very convincing," Troy shrugged and moved away, leaving Vince stunned into silence.

"Did you bribe my boss?" Vince asked later that day, as he sat on the bed and neatly folded the clothes Wendy was throwing his way.

"Troy?" Wendy asked, crouching before a drawer and digging through her swimming suits, "no, I just asked."

"And he agreed? Easy like that?" Vince frowned, stopping folding a minty green dress, "are you a witch?"

"Yes," Wendy teased, looking over her shoulder and blinking innocently, "I'm an angel, amore mio."

"Well, clearly..." Vince shook his head, surprised, "you even convinced Leo to join."

"Can't take the credit for that one, it was more of a group effort between Jon and Luke," Wendy straightened up, stretching her back, "I talked with your mom and Sophia is sooo excited that Luke is going too."

"Oh no," Vince chuckled, "wait until she finds out Lucas is basically married and Bells is tagging along."

"Poor thing," Wendy laughed, "can't blame her, he's dreamy."

"Marshall, shut up," Vince rolled his eyes, "come to bed, you fold, let me pick my own clothes."

"We're going to carpool tomorrow," Wendy said, a handful of minutes later as Vince threw her the clothes he wanted to take, "you, me, Luke and Bell in Lucas' car. Leo and Jonah are going in Leo's car, the trunk is bigger for all the bags."

"Where are we meeting Luke and Bell?" Vince asked absently minded, "Jon's?"

"Yep, my car is staying in his building."

"Alright, honey," Vince couldn't help but feel a wash of anxiety dawn on him. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been on a plane, to Sicilia no less... Home.

They left terribly early that morning. Wendy muffling yawns against his bicep and Vince himself blinking against sleep. Jonah was already downstairs, in the parking lot of his building, but Leo wasn't nor was Jon's red car.

"He should be back in twenty," Jon explained, helping Vince get the bags out of the car and loading them in Leo's car, "he's taking the kitten to his work friend who's cat sitting for us."

"Bet you already miss her," Wendy chuckled, still sleepy, "Lucas texted ten minutes ago, said they were leaving too."

Vince made small talk, since Wendy left him to his own devices, face pressed to his arm as she napped standing. He had chuckled at her for opting to come still dressed in her pjs, but Wendy had simply rolled her eyes and said "it's a fifteen hours long flight, Vince. I wanna be comfy, I don't care what people say."

"You guys are already late," Leo said when Luke and Bell finally arrived, ten minutes later than they should be.

Lucas cringed, "sorry guys, my fault," he owed up, so Vince immediately knew it was actually on Bell. He looked at the ginger and frowned.

"Everything okay, Bella?"

She nodded, although she looked a little pale, "just not used to waking up so early," Bell yawned, rubbing her eyes, "let's go?"

Leo and Jonah waved goodbye, entering Leo's car with Leo in the driver's side and Lucas threw his keys to Vince.

"You drive, I'm gonna go in the back with Bell," he said, all smiley, although he looked a little tired too.

Wendy frowned, "guys? Everything ok?"

"It's alright," Bella sighed, sounding frustrated, "I just woke up queasy, that's all. Lucas is making a fuss."

"Aw sucks," Wendy sighed, "don't you wanna go shotgun then? Avoid carsickness?"

Bella shook her head, "no, I'm just going to try and nap. Don't worry about me."

It was an hour and a half to the nearest metropolis, where they were getting the plane. Wendy's type A personality, mixed with Lucas and Jon's control freak behavior meant that their flight only left at midday, but they were leaving town at 7 AM.

"You never know what could happen," Wendy shrugged when Vince voiced it, keeping her voice a whisper, "we could have a flat tire or there might be a traffic jam... If you ask me, we're leaving too late already."

"You're an insane woman, sweetheart," Vince shrugged, glancing at the rearview mirror. Lucas was resting his head on the window petting Bell's hair as she lied across his lap, "alright, buckle up. Folks."

They drove the first forty minutes quietly, Wendy napping against her window, Lucas far away and singing under his breath to soothe Bella. Vince couldn't remember if he had ever heard Luke sing, but he wasn't surprised his best friend had a beautiful voice, it was a pity he never ever sang.

As they neared the one hour mark of the trip, suddenly Bella sat up straight and rolled down the window, groaning loudly, "ugh," she moaned, poking her head out.

Vince glanced back to the rearview, "Bells? Do I have to pull over?"

A sick, airy burp answered him and then a groan as she kept her head out of the window, "uhm... I think so, sorry."

"It's alright beautiful, morning sicknESs is liKE ThAT!" he laughed the rest of his joke as Bella kicked his seat.

"I'm not pregnant you ass!" she groaned, clutching the door handle as Vince switched on the lights.

"Of course-ow?!" Vince whined when Lucas flicked his ear hard, moving on the seat to rub his girlfriend's back.

"Shut up, Vince," he scoffed, gently pulling Bella's hair away from her mouth with one hand, rubbing her back with the other, "we're stopping, baby, just take a deep breath."

"I'm trying," Bella groaned, another wet burp punctuating the end of her sentence, "Vince, pull over!"

"Just a second!" he exclaimed, keeping his voice low, although he doubted Wendy could actually sleep through the commotion. He pulled the car to the dust shoulder, near a gas station and no sooner the car had come to a stop, Bella pushed the door open and almost fell off with a harsh gag.

Lucas scrambling to grab her by the shoulder was the only thing that stopped her from taking a dive in the asphalt. Vin cringed in sympathy, reaching in the glove compartment where he knew Lucas kept napkins and a water bottle.

Only then did Wendy open her eyes, seeming out of it, "what's happening? We're here?" she yawned and Vin shook his head.

"Bella's redecorating the road," he said and Wendy took a second to understand. She let out a sigh.

"Aw, honey, switch places with me," Wen turned on her seat, already opening her door, "the backseat is no good."

He heard another wet, gurgly burp and more vomit hitting the side of the road. Vince glanced at the rearview, Lucas was rubbing Bella's back, seeming terribly worried.

"She's fine, Luke. Carsickness happens to us all once in a while..." Vin frowned as he saw a car slow down and stop a couple feet ahead of him. Leo jumped out, seeming confused.

Out of everyone, Leo was probably the most excited. He had never taken an international trip... Or any trip, so he was basically vibrating with happiness.

"Here," Vince handed Lucas the napkins and water bottle, "be right back."

He jumped out of the car and met Leo halfway through, "everything is fine, Bella just a little carsick," Vince said before the blonde could even question him, "you guys can go ahead, we'll catch up in a second."

"Are you sure?" Leo frowned, glancing past Vince's shoulder to where Bella was still hanging out of the door. Vin had left his own door open, so only the puddle of sick on the ground could be seen.

"Yeah, she's fine. Bells is tough as nails, don't worry," Vince smiled brightly, patting his friend's shoulder, "go on, we'll catch up at the airport."

"Alright... My phone is with Jonah, so just call if you need us to stop ahead," Leo nodded, "poor Bells, it's gonna be a long trip."

"Fifteen hours, kiddo, I thought you were excited" Vince rattled him, causing Leo to laugh and swat him away, walking back to the car.

By the time Vince was back in the driver's seat, Wendy had switched places with Bella and the poor ginger was pressed up against the door, her eyes closed.

"I'm gonna take this as a sign of good luck," Vince teased, while Lucas fished out a plastic bag from his carry-on bag and planted it on Bella's lap.

"Thanks," she said in a small, tired voice, "it better be good luck."

Vince smiled, slamming the door shut and squeezing her knee, "or pregnancy."

"I'll make sure to aim at your lap, you idiot," she rolled her eyes, slapping his hand sharply, while Wendy let out a scoff and Lucas groaned loudly, pushing his shoulder from the backseat.

"Just drive already, Vince."

He smiled, pulling the car back on the road. It was going to be a good trip, he could feel it.

TBC

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