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butterfliesornauseous · 4 months

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500 special part one: hiding an upset stomach in a early relationship

Lately I’ve been thinking of a couple that’s still pretty new in their relationship and one of them is still nervous about doing anything embarrassing in front of their partner soo

Warning for small mention of eating and embarrassment

- Imagining that they were on a date at a restaurant and even before they left, B’s stomach was already starting to hurt. It’s only a mild upset, so it’s pretty easy to hide. But B is nervous. Stuck worrying during the drive home if their tummy will calm down or if it will develop into a more intense embarrassing pain.

- A has already suggested they should cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie, B’s stomach at this point is starting to feel like it’s growling without making noise, so know they have to think about which position will help keep their tummy from gurgling during the movie.

- Nervous smiles when ever their tummy gives them a little too much trouble so they put their hand on their stomach for just a second to calm it and A notices it and raises an eyebrow, but A quickly says they are fine.

- B’s belly has been making low those burbles all night, they aren’t really loud enough to be heard yet B still feels the need to shift or make a small noise to cover the sounds. Every little shift makes them glance over to A, worried that their movement is always a giveaway.

- Finally, one of the noises is loud enough to be heard, which leads A to tease/say with shock “you’re still hungry?

- That makes B flush. They mutter something about just being the type to digest loudly. B has always found acknowledging they have a stomach embarrassing, so this makes a nervous flutter join the ache already building inside.

- A smiles, satisfied with the answer but still says “tell me if anything is wrong, okay?” It warms B’s heart that their partner cares, but they aren’t ready to admit to their stomach troubles yet.

- B just nods and turns back to the TV screen they haven’t actually been paying attention to. Their stomach had already started to feel tight against their clothing a little while ago, but now they really can feel the pressure building from under their ribs to their throat. B can’t help but sit in regret over what they picked for dinner. Maybe they shouldn’t have had so much soda, their tummy would be quieter and the urge to burp wouldn’t be tightening in their chest.

- “Are you even watching?” A asks when a funny scene plays and B didn’t laugh. There’s no suspicion in A’s voice so B thinks they are off the hook and make sure to laugh at the next scene, but it’s a pained awkward sound from the movement triggering their poor belly more.

- A moves closer to B. They rest their hand on B’s side and one of their finger’s strokes up and down. B tenses a little. They are definitely overthinking now if A has figured out the truth, but then they realise being tense is also a giveaway. B un tenses. At least they can still enjoy that subtle amount of comfort.

- Their belly needs some kind of relief, it’s feeling angrier at the fact B is denying it, and soon B can’t help but let out a small burp. B is so embarrassed and caught guard at the betrayal of their stomach that a hand instinctively covers their mouth before they feel another burp coming up.

- B feels A’s hand move closer to their actual stomach, they give it a small rub then say “Your tummy is upset isn’t it?” B pauses, even if they are caught it’s too embarrassing to even give a head nod.

- And then B is pulled into A’s lap, “Tell me where it hurts… please?

#500 followes special/#upset stomach #upset tummy #stomach ache #upsets stomach prompts #finally the first part of the special I wanted to do is here yay :)#can you tell I originally wanted to do a different format but I’m doing the same format tomorrow so I had to change it?#I wanted to do more but ran out of creativity so maybe I’ll do this again in a longer form but for now I hope this is okay /)#(1/5.)

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jurassicsickfics · 8 months

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A and B are cuddling.

A: What's wrong? I felt you tense up.

B: I-I suddenly feel really sick to my stomach...

A: You do? I'm sorry. Is there anything I can-

B: *pukes, having no time to move or even turn away*

#sicknario #sickfic prompts #sickfic #emeto prompt #vomit prompts #puke prompts #throw up #upset stomach #sick to my stomach

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pillowsickfics · 11 months

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Ok hiiiiiiii!! I saw your new OCs and I have a request? Only if you want to ofc

Maybe a fic with Laurie having just an upset stomach for no apparent reason and being really off/out of it but thinking he has to power through (maybe bc of him always being in the caretaker role) and then one of the guys (idk who) on the Hockey team taking over a caretaker role? Like platonic cuddles and warm feels AHHHHH!

Ok ofc only do this if you want, just a thought bc I adore your writing!!!

anon! hi!! thank you so much! this means so much to me and this prompt was so lovely, i sorta gave him a reason for being sick so i hope you don’t mind too much! i haven’t written for laurie yet and i love it!

i also combined this prompt with a suggestion in @bellysoupset’s tags in which Laurie catches Maverick’s bug from this fic. hope you both enjoy!

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In hindsight, it should have been obvious that Laurie would end up in this situation. But when it came to caring for others, critical thinking was not his strong suit.

“I’m home Mav! I brought some stuff for you!” He called out from where he was fumbling with several plastic bags at the front door of his and Mavericks shared apartment.

He wrestled his way in and shut the door with his hip, setting everything on the kitchen counter. He let out a long sigh and rubbed at his face.

Laurie had spent the better part of the weekend taking care of his best friend when he came down with an awful stomach bug, and the sleepless nights were clearly starting to get to him, because he found a persistent ache all throughout his body that definitely wasn’t there before. On top of that, he felt weirdly dizzy from the simple effort of carrying groceries in. His world felt a little unsteady, and he’d even venture to call it slight nausea. He simply chalked it up to having seen more vomit than he would have liked to the past few days.

There was a creak of the door and Maverick emerged from his bedroom, clad in only blue boxers and old t-shirt that would have been oversized on anyone who was 6’3 and built. He yawned and lazily scratched at his belly as he walked into the kitchen. To Laurie’s delight, the pallor from the constant vomiting seemed to have subsided, as well as the unnatural flush from the fever.

“Hey dude. You feeling any better? I brought you some soup from Whole Foods and a grilled cheese, if you can stomach it,” Laurie said, taking care to unload the groceries from their plastic bags.

Maverick gave a nod to Laurie’s question and had a seat at the table. “Thanks Laurie.. dude, you’re awesome, you know that?” Maverick smiled at Laurie and rested his head on his hand.

Laurie rolled his eyes lightheartedly at the display of affection and tossed the grilled cheese towards Maverick, who caught it with ease.

“I think I’ll take it easy for the rest of today, but get back to classes tomorrow.. I can finally keep stuff down,” Maverick continued. He tentatively unwrapped the grilled cheese, and when the smell wafted to his nose, he found that he was actually starving. He began digging into the sandwich with a vigor that had been missing the whole weekend.

Laurie felt like he could breathe again. It was awful to see someone you care about so miserable, but now that Maverick was on the mend, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Alright, while you do that, I can do your laundry for you.. It’ll be nice to have fresh clothes for tomorrow, yeah?” Laurie said, putting the rest of the groceries in the fridge.

“Really?? Aww man.. you don’t have to do that..” Maverick said around a mouthful of food. He paused to swallow. “If you’re already doing laundry, do you think you could also throw my sheets in there? I must have sweat the fever out last night and uh.. yeah. Kinda gross.”

Laurie laughed and grimaced, but it was far from the grossest thing he’d experienced while living with all his siblings. In a way, caring for Maverick put him right back in his childhood home, in that sense.

“Yeah, I got it,” He replied before heading into Maverick’s bedroom.

The room still smelled vaguely like vomit since that was all Maverick had been doing in it lately. The smell of it made Laurie suddenly queasy again, which was unusual since he was pretty much desensitized to all that stuff.

He breathed through his mouth as he collected Mavericks strewn-about clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Then, he made his way to Maverick’s bed to deal with the sheets. True to word, they were slightly damp and smelled.. lived in.

He pulled them off the mattress and tossed them in the hamper as well. He grabbed the hamper and brought it to the tiny laundry room in the hallway, really more of a closet than anything.

From the doorway, he could see that Maverick had apparently finished his meal and was now sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly browsing various streaming services. He seemed to be content, finally. Again, Laurie felt a surge of warmth seeing his friend back to normal.

He began loading the washer with the laundry, but found that bending over irritated his stomach because it suddenly jumped to his throat. He felt an odd cramp surge through him. He stood up and paused, lightly cradling his belly.

That was weird. Why did he feel so weird? He paused for a few more seconds before finishing loading the washer and adding in the detergent.

His stomach still felt all stirred up, and he groaned miserably. Food. He hadn’t eaten yet. That had to be it. He was just nauseous from hunger.

He left the washer to run, and padded into the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards to see what he could eat. He absolutely refused to eat Maverick’s soup, since he bought that specifically for him. Maverick was on the mend, but that didn’t mean 100% better.

Instead, Laurie microwaved some mac ‘n cheese, and sat on the couch with Maverick, who had fallen asleep watching The Empire Strikes Back.

The food in front of him didn’t look particularly appetizing, despite his insistence on the fact that he was just hungry.

He took small, hesitant bites while watching Luke Skywalker getting trained by Yoda, but each bite sat heavy in his belly. He tried to focus on the movie a little more, but the movement on screen just made his head spin. Perhaps the food had been a mistake. Instead of feeling better like he was sure he would, he felt worse and worse.

Not wanting to waste the food anyways, he forced himself to finish before shoving the bowl on the coffee table and wrapping a protective arm around his middle. The nausea had increased ten-fold and at this point, his belly was audibly gurgling.

It finally occurred to him that maybe he caught whatever bug Maverick had brought home, and the thought deeply unsettled him. He didn’t want Maverick to feel like he had to care for him, he could care for himself. He didn’t want to bother Maverick with this when he was finally getting some rest, especially if Maverick was planning on returning to classes. No, Laurie would have to handle this himself.

His stomach lurched threateningly, and a burp fought it’s way up. He muffled it with the back of his hand and softly whimpered. He felt horrible. His world was spinning on its axis and the food he had eaten was violently churning.

His mouth filled with thick saliva and his jaw felt imperceptibly heavy, He realized that this was a warning. Unfortunately, the warning came a little bit too late because as he was trying to get up to get himself to the bathroom, his shoulders hitched forward and he retched up a thin stream of watery vomit.

He didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before he heaved, bringing up his barely digested lunch all over the front of his shirt and the floor. Before he could muffle it, a guttural burp forced its way out, but it morphed into another retch that brought up more thick vomit. He felt his body start to sway as a stray tear dropped down his cheek.

“Laurie…?” Maverick sleepily mumbled from his spot on the couch. He sat up and once he processed what the fuck was going on, he shot up. “Shit, Laurie!”

Laurie wanted to respond. He wanted to say “I’m fine, just go back to sleep.” But he couldn’t. He felt humiliated. He wanted to be stronger than this, he didn’t want the only other sick person in the house to have to be the one to deal with this.

Laurie pitched forward with another violent retch that brought up a torrent of sick, this time splattering on his jeans. His entire body was shaking. His vision was swirling. Everything hurt. God, why did he have to catch this bug now. He felt himself start to fall forward, his body apparently having given out from pure exertion.

A strong hand caught his shoulder.

“Easy.. easy buddy.. oh Laurie.. it’s alright, just breathe..” Maverick said softly, helping Laurie sit up a bit more. He began to rub gentle circles into his back and frowned when he felt the sickly heat radiating off of him.

“You’re burning up.. oh man.. did I give this to you? I’m sorry Laurie..”

Laurie shook his head. “Not your fault,” he choked out, burping into his fist. The nausea was persistent, and his belly ached terribly but he felt done for the time being. He wasn’t even sure he had anything left to throw up. Now, he had to do damage control. Maverick shouldn’t be dealing with this. “I’m—” Hic. “I’m fine.. don’t worry about it..”

“Respectfully, this is not fine. You’re sick, you’re miserable. Let someone lighten the load. Isn’t that what you told me?” Maverick said, maneuvering himself so he could meet Laurie’s eye. He cupped a gentle hand over the redhead’s cheek, both as a comforting gesture, but also to gage the fever. “Cmon.. Let me help you.. you spent so much time taking care of me this weekend, I want to do this. You’re my best friend Laurie.”

Laurie was as surprised as Maverick was when he felt hot tears begin to fill his eyes and spill over on his warm cheeks. He’d never felt care like this before. He was never the one to receive it, at least. He suddenly felt all warm inside, and it had nothing to do with his raging fever. Laurie simply nodded, not letting himself speak for fear that he would get choked up. Pesky fever, making him all emotional. He finally understood what Maverick had meant at the hockey rink that day. It had to be the fever.

“Alright then. Nurse Miller mode. I’m gonna run you a hot bath, and when you’re in there I’ll clean all this up. I don’t want you to worry about it. Just focus on getting out of those clothes, okay?”

Laurie nodded, for once not having it in him to put up much of a fight. As Maverick left, he got to work on himself. A bath did sound nice. Besides the obvious mess that was all down his front, he felt pretty grimy in general. His fiery hair was moussed and damp with sweat. The smell of sick clung to his nostrils and it made him even more nauseous, despite having nothing left to throw up. Yeah, a warm bath sounded heavenly.

He carefully peeled off his t-shirt, taking care not to get any of the vomit back on him. He repeated the action with his jeans until he was clad in only his boxers. He felt suddenly very chilled, and began shivering where he was standing stiffly in the living room. He could also see now exactly how bloated he really was. His upset belly stretched slightly against his boxers, and gurgled ominously. He wrapped his arms around it as he waited for Maverick to come back out.

“Alright, the baths ready whenever you are. I’ll set out some clean clothes too.. I’m sorry you’re so sick dude.. It’s uh.. not gonna be fun..”

Laurie snorted. “I figured that much..” He lifted his eyes to meet the taller man’s. “And uh.. Mav? Thanks… really. This all uh.. it all means a lot..”

Maverick rolled his eyes playfully and lightly shoved Laurie in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be the sentimental one! Go take your bath!”

Laurie laughed again, and shut the bathroom door behind him.

He made quick work of washing himself, then scrubbing at the sweat and grease in his hair and applying his usual products. He spent a few extra moments basking in the warm water, letting it sooth his cramps, before draining the tub and wrapping a towel around his hips.

He shuffled into his room and saw that, neatly folded on his bed, was his favorite pair of pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. After putting on his favorite printed socks and another pair of boxers, he shrugged both items on and let out a sigh of relief. The pajamas were much less stiff and tight on his bloated belly, and the material was like heaven on his fevered skin. He felt more alive than he had in the past two hours.

After roughly towel-drying his hair, he made his way to the living room once again, where he saw Maverick wiping up the last of the mess on the floor.

“Sorry about that by the way..” Laurie sheepishly murmured, taking a seat on the couch.

“Nah, it’s fine. It was gross, but I’ve dealt with worse.” Maverick said, tossing the paper towels and washing his hands. He also took a seat on the couch, scooting closer to Laurie, offering him a water bottle and two pills. “Think you can stomach it? You’re probably dehydrated as hell. Plus, you’ll feel better after taking some fever reducers..”

Laurie’s stomach roiled as if in reply, and he grimaced. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew it would help, so he popped the pills in his mouth and knocked them back with as little water as possibly. He sat as still as possibly, letting the following waves of nausea wash over him before his stomach finally settled a bit.

Maverick sighed contendedly, and placed the bottle on the coffee table. “Alright.. let’s get some rest dude..”

Laurie hummed in response, and sank further in the cushions. He was finally warm and comfortable and he relished in it. He watched absentmindedly as Maverick resumed The Empire Strikes Back. Some time between Han Solo being help captive in Cloud City and Luke Skywalker’s duel with Darth Vader, Laurie stopped listening because he suddenly found it impossible to keep his heavy eyelids open. He let his head rest on the large, warm shoulder of his best friend. For a moment, despite the persistent ache in his belly and fever headache was suffering from, all was right in the world. All because he had a friend who truly cared about him.

#my ocs <3 #maverick miller #laurie callaghan #prompt fill #sickfic #emeto #upset stomach #hurt/comfort #fluff #platonic cuddles #these two would die for eachother can you tell #the BEST buds #poor laurie is really goin through it #hes cute so it’s ok

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emeto-secret-agent · 2 years

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Sickie who's not willing to admit they're feeling sick, maybe because they're in company or at someone's house and not wanting to bring unwanted attention to themself and disturb the mood. They try and brush off the sick feeling in their stomach, not acknowledging the gurgles coming from their guts nor the pressure on the top of their belly. It's gonna be fine, they tell themself as they put a hand on their stomach and slowly rub it.

But it doesn't matter how hard they try, the pain is reflecting on their pale face and they're clutching into their shirt just a little bit too hard. The caretaker takes notice and can't help but ask if they're feeling alright. The sickie's face is burning from embarrassment but they just nod with a forced smile.

'Just a small stomachache from lunch. Nothing serious.'

But as time passes it starts to turn into something more serious. The caretaker tries to take their mind off the pain by just talking about everything and anything but the words start to blur together as the pain in their abdomen keeps growing and they start to hunch over their stomach.

There was a pool of salvia in their mouth which made their voice thick and sticky and they were fighting down the gags coming up from their churning belly. The sickie tried so hard to keep everything down but they were losing the fight. Caretaker notices their eyes fluttering and the panicked swallowing as they grew paler and paler. The meaningless words die down and soon the only noise heard is the sickie's stomach gurgling.

'I'm sorry, but...' chokes back something the sickie. 'But I really don't feel good. Could you please bring me a bucket?'

#emeto #emeto prompt #emetophilia #belly ache #stomach flu #upset stomach

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arumbleinthedark · 1 year

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Another weirdly specific scenario.

(Disclaimer: Don't do this in real life!)

A group of friends with one daredevil friend, who gets dared to swallow a small bag of marbles. (Let's say about 50 or 60)

They take on the dare, and succeed, and everyone is so impressed that they start looking for similar things to have them swallow.

The marbles are followed up by a few handfuls of little glass beads, then those glass filler things you put in flower pots for fake flowers, and finally a bag of aquarium gravel.

The daredevil friend swallows all of these effortlessly, to cheers and praise from the entire group.

After a few minutes, though, all those rocks are sitting in their tummy like...well...rocks. Since their system obviously can't digest them, their tummy starts to get very bloated and upset, maybe it even starts to hurt as the rocks clump together, and they need a massage on certain spots on their tummy to get the clumps to break apart.

The rest of the group, as an apology, look after them and comfort them throughout the night and help everything pass through safely.

#belly ache #stomach ache #upset stomach #sickfic ideas #whump ideas #h/c prompt #Minors DNI #DNI Minors #Minors Do Not Interact

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wantyougrowling · 2 years

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I wanna tie you to a chair by your arms and legs and make you starve all day, starting bright and early at 6am and going until late that night. I’ll eat all my meals and snacks right in front of you, so close you could easily grab some food for that poor belly if only your hands weren’t tied. I’ll blind fold you so your sense of smell becomes more dominant, and run hot foods directly under your nose so the smell rockets to your stomach. I’ll lick, kiss and suck on your ravenous stomach; the growls are deep and hollow, the best kind. It isn’t until midnight that I finally take pity on you. I take off the blindfold for good, cup your face, and tell you how proud I am of you for being such a good girl. So proud, that you’ll get to eat before we sleep. You’ll feel so relieved, until I leave and return with a corset and order you to sit up straight. I’ll maneuver it around your rumbling belly, telling you to lean forward so I can tie it. It won’t be until your third plate, you realize what I’m doing.

Hunger may be my favorite sweetheart, but a gurgling upset belly is nice on a rainy day. Let’s see what’ll break first; the corset, or you?

#tummy ache #hunger kink #tummy kink #stomach growling #stomach gurgling #upset stomach #belly torture #belly growls #hungry tummy #upset tummy #upset stomach kink #hunger prompt #w|w #men and NB feel free to place yourself in it as well tho :D <3 #I’d love to listen to everyone’s tummies 🤍#MSKB

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cixel-jewel · 2 years

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💭

🖤SOME VE.NOM HEADCANNONS/PROMPTS🖤

//hunger, stomach noises, belly rubs, stomach ache, hurt/comfort//

🖤 When Eddie was still thinking back to his ex wife(? fiancé? forgot her name it's been a minute)- he would be cemented to his bed to dwell on his feelings. Not even having the energy to make himself a meal. Ve.nom would complain about it but secretly like the little growls that would come from Eddie's stomach. In the end I'm pretty sure he'd try to make him a decent meal for Eddie and or drag him into the kitchen to make sure he eats. Ve.nom would also try his best to comfort Eddie while he slowly eats his food, saying "Good joooob, you're doing so good. You deserve this." or something like that as Eddie eats.

🖤Maybe Ve.nom changes into his form to either hear how hungry and loud his stomach is or stuff his belly to it's full capacity to feel it gurgling against his hand. He's an alien symbiote, so I'm almost CERTAIN that his stomach is insanely reactive.

🖤 Ve.nom can sometimes forget that the human body has it's limitations when it comes to food. So when he is in control of the body, he may over indulge himself. Eddie tries to warn him, but when he regains control of his body- he's basically stuffed to the brim. His stomach is gurgling so much, trying to digest the food Ve.nom basically inhaled. Unbuckling his belt helps a little, along with some careful belly rubs, but his stomach ache persists. Ve.nom feels bad and tries to rub his head against Eddie's as they wait for his belly to settle down.

🖤 They both endure a stomach ache after eating so much chocolate. Eddie knows the end result at this point but he can't resist Ve.nom's pleas for chocolate. Like-

V: Come on Eddiiiie, I've been good! Just a little bit of chocolate wont hurt~ E: Ve.nom, whenever we're near chocolate you go into a frenzy. We have too much to do today. V: Pleaaaasssseeeeee??? Eddiiiiiee PLEASEEE-- E: UGH- Fine... You owe me. V: YEAAASSSSS!!!

🖤 Again- Adding onto the stomach aches, I bet Ve.nom wouldn't even understand them at first. After Eddie explains it, he tries his best to help him out with some soft belly rubs.

🖤 Whenever Ve.nom and Eddie are out or eating in on a date, Ve.nom encourages him to eat more so that they're nice and full. Eddie may seem annoyed by it but he loves the encouragement to eat more. He especially loves the feeling of being full.

🖤 They argue for so long about where they're going to eat that Eddie's stomach is consistently growling. They usually end up going to the same place anyway.

TW: Mentioning Canni🏀ism / Alien Eating People below vvv

🖤Both Eddie and Ve.nom are both very tired and stressed from defending the city and all. Ve.nom is angry about not getting to eat a criminal for the 2nd week in a row and annoyed Eddie about it the whole night. Both of them are bickering back and forth- making Eddie look like crazy in public. They're both interrupted by a hunger pang that quickly turns into a loud ongoing stomach growl. Eddie's face immediately turns red as he presses his hand against his stomach. May even feel a bit woozy after fighting and running the whole night. Ve.nom notices and recommends getting some food from their favorite place to make up for him being annoying. Then Eddie promises that Ve.nom can get at least one bad guy the next time they go out. Making Ve.nom all excited and making Eddies stomach growl more.

🖤I bet with just the thought of Ve.nom getting to eat a bad guy makes Eddie's stomach growl in response even when he's not hungry.

🖤🖤🖤

Aaaaand thats all I really have for them! Went on a little tangent but I love these dudes to death~

Ve."nom" hehe- get it? :D

...

I'll see myself out.

#cixelramble #ve.nom #forgot to click post- SMH #tw #tw cannibalism #hunger prompts #stomach ache prompts #belly kink #stomach kink #hunger kink #stomach growling #stomach noises #hunger #stuffing kink #upset stomach #stomach ache #stuffing

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sicktember · 2 years

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faofinn · 2 years

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18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

Part 1 / Part 2

@sicktember

Steve was always trying to find new meds and combinations for the wolves. It was hard, their metabolisms were weird, and traditional meds weren’t always effective. They had to get creative, and that meant some… somewhat unethical and unrefined tests.

Most of the pack were happy to volunteer, knowing it would repay them when they (inevitably) needed pain relief in the future. Fao too, was all too happy to help. He knew he was awkward when it came to painkillers, his sensitivities making him difficult at the best of times. When their supplies of his ‘safe’ meds ran low, they were somewhat screwed.

So that was why he’d just arrived at the clinic on his day off, in a comfy t-shirt and sweats. Steve had come up with some new combination that had worked well enough for Finn, but Finn did well on morphine. Fao most certainly didn’t. The text from Steve had literally read ‘I need to find out if this is Fao proof’, and really Fao couldn’t refuse.

He let himself in through the back door, and decided to chill on the staff room sofa whilst he waited for Steve. He’d texted to say he’d arrived, but assumed he was just finishing up with his last patient.

Steve finished late, as the last patient often did. The cat hated him with a passion, and spent the full assessment trying to commit murder and hissing at its owner. Several scratches and completely unimpressed, he headed through to the staff room to find Fao.

“You look like you’ve been having fun.” Fao commented lightly, breathing in deeply. “Cat?” He could smell the feline on him, along with the metallic tang of blood. Steve’s blood.

Steve shot him a dirty look. "You know fine well it was. They hate me. They absolutely hate me."

“I don’t get why. You must have pissed a cat off in a former life. Right, where do you want me?”

"I must have pissed every cat off in a previous life." He rolled his eyes. "We'll head through to the treatment room."

Fao stood, grinning. “Need a moment to stop the bleeding or are you good? If you need a trauma surgeon I know a half decent one.”

"Bugger off. Come on, might as well get started."

He laughed. “Excellent bedside manner as always.” He teased, heading through into the treatment room and hopping up on the bed. “As you asked, nothing but clear fluids since lunch.”

"Perfect. I can always count on you to do things properly."

“Well, I’m counting on you to not kill me.” Fao said, crossing his legs and getting comfy.

"Ideally not how we want the day to go, is it?" He shook his head as he set up, turning to Fao. "Can I get a cannula in?"

He nodded. “Yeah, go for it.” He said, relaxing back against the upright bed and offering Steve his arm.

"I'll be as quick as I can." He said gently. "The plan is to try this combination, hope it works, but at least you'll be human to tell me."

“Yeah, sounds like a plan. Just pain relief, or are you aiming for sedation too? So I know what to expect.”

"Just pain relief, but it might make you feel woozy. It didn't knock Finn out, and you know what he's like with literally anything."

Fao nodded. “Okay. Can cope with that, I hope.”

"I hope so. I've got antiemetics and other things set up, just in case."

“I trust you, and I’ll be glad if it works, my hip has been murder today and I’ve not been able to take anything.”

"You should have said. We could have rescheduled."

“No, it’s okay. Can test if it really works.”

"I suppose so."

“Might as well kill two birds with one stone.” He murmured, watching Steve. “How are you getting on with that cannula?”

"I think we're in."

“Mm, good.”

"Feel okay?"

Fao nodded. “Yeah. Feels okay, looks good. No pain when you flushed.”

"Excellent."

He hummed. “How was your day, other than being clawed alive by a cat?”

"Felt longer than it was." He admitted. "Harrison was off this morning so it was a lot slower than it usually goes."

“Hars on leave? Or just not rota-ed?”

“Called in sick this morning.”

Fao frowned. “Sick? He actually called in?”

"Actually called in.'" Steve nodded. "I'm as surprised as you are."

“Jesus. Is he alright?”

"I think so."

“Maybe I’ll swing by later, see if he’s okay. I had the day off, though, I could’ve come in if you’d needed. Too late now, obviously.”

"He should be okay, hoping it's just a bug he's picked up and nothing else. Are you ready to get started?"

So Steve had seen right through his procrastination, then. It was always a bit nervewracking, putting his trust completely in the other man. There was no question that Fao trusted him with his life, but letting him just fill him with an unknown amount of unknown drugs was somewhat terrifying.

“Yeah, ready when you are.”

"Alright. Deep breaths." He said softly, slowly injecting the drugs. He was more than a little worried about Fao's reaction, but did his best to pretend he wasn't; the younger wolf didn't need his worry too.

Fao sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes. He forced himself to keep breathing like that for a few moments, trying to dissipate the nerves. No going back now.

"That's it, you're doing really well. That's all given now, okay? Just stay nice and relaxed for me."

He nodded. It was alright at first, though it did make him feel a little woozy. It worked quickly, of course, and Fao had to admit the hip that had been troubling him all day felt better. There was a bit of nausea, nothing he couldn’t handle, and he forced another deep breath.

Steve rubbed his arm gently. "You feeling okay?"

“Yeah, I think. Bit woozy, little nauseous? It’s fixed my hip, though.”

"Oh? That's good. Any other symptoms?"

He thought about it for a bit. “No. Still nauseous, though. Maybe worse?”

"Do you need antiemetics?"

“See if it gets worse.”

"Are you sure?"

“Mm. Give it a minute.” He mumbled, shifting a little.

"Alright. I'm just going to fill in some notes, okay? I'll just be at the side."

Fao nodded. He could cope with Steve writing his notes. He knew the drill, he just had to sit through it for a while, cope fine, and everything would be all fine.

He was fine for a minute or so. But the nausea was getting really bad now, he could barely breathe without worrying if he was going to be sick, just completely overwhelming. He was dizzy too, all of a sudden. He’d not noticed it before, maybe, but he really didn’t feel well at all. He squeezed his eyes shut, making a noise.

“Steve?” He whimpered.

He was over in a flash, the notes abandoned. "What's wrong?"

“I feel shitty.” He mumbled. “Dizzy an’ sick.”

"Alright, okay. Just keep breathing for me. In through your nose, out through your mouth." Steve said, reaching to grab the antiemetics, the anaphylaxis protocol slipped behind Fao's head. "You're going to be okay."

Fao focused on his breathing, deep slow breaths. He swallowed thickly, still worried he was going to be sick, and focused on Steve’s voice, too. The dizziness wasn’t going away, though, and he whined again. “Steve.”

"I know, I know, I've got you. You've had the antiemetics, they'll make you feel crap for a few moments too, remember? We've done this a thousand times, you're going to be just fine."

“Yeah.” He breathed. He’d barely eaten anything to be sick, and yet he was terrified he was going to be. He was still trying to keep his breathing slow, but it was hard.

"You're doing so, so well." Steve reassured, grabbing more medication. "Do you want a bowl?"

“Please.”

He passed it over quickly. "Here, just keep breathing."

Fao retched, but nothing came up. He shifted his weight a little, sitting forwards to retch again, trying to keep breathing.

Steve rubbed his back soothingly, his heart falling. It had been looking so positive, but it wouldn't do at all to have Fao like this.

“Really dizzy.” Fao muttered. “Sorry.”

"That's okay. You don't need to apologise. It's my fault for putting you through this."

“No. Is important.”

"I still hate it." Steve admitted, giving a slight dose of sedation, hoping to calm Fao down a bit more. "Just keep breathing."

He whined, retching again. He didn’t bring up much, but enough to spit into the bowl with a groan. “Can I have anymore antisickness?” He asked thickly.

"A little more, but we're pushing it after this one."

“Ugh.” It certainly wasn’t helping the dizziness, but he was just hoping it would stop him feeling so horrendous and maybe he could sleep it off.

Steve gave the antiemetics, waiting a moment before topping up the sedation too. It wasn't fair on Fao, but if he could get him under twilight, they'd avoid the nausea and hopefully the vomiting.

The fatigue crept up on Fao, panicking him a little. Was he going to pass out? He was getting drowsy, it was getting harder and harder to focus. He didn’t like it, didn’t like the feeling of his control slipping. He slumped back against the bed, too tired to keep himself upright. “Steve…”

"You're okay, just breathe. Just relax. Let yourself have a nap, eh?" Steve said gently, rubbing his arm. "You're doing amazing, Fao."

Fao let his eyes close, exhausted. He couldn’t fight it for much longer, whatever Steve had given him stronger than his resistance. Steve would look after him.

Steve's heart broke as Fao gave in, but it was his best option. He made sure Fao wasn't going to fall off the bed, then turned away to grab blankets and fluids. The more he could flush out, the quicker Fao would feel better.

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butterfliesornauseous · 4 months

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Emeto this or that part two

(500 special 4/5)

Warning for emeto, mentions of medication, not eating, over eating, alcohol

Feel free to use or send me a number :)

1. Everything coming way in a powerful wave or lots of gagging and spitting up saliva?

2. Gagging on trying to sallow a pill or gagging on a thermometer?

3. Nausea from side effects of medication or nausea from medication withdrawals?

4. Queasy burps or queasy hiccups?

5. Caretaker gently doing a small braid in a sickie’s hair or throwing their hair in the messiest ponytail because there’s no time?

6. “I thought you were getting better” or “I thought I was getting better”?

7. Sickie that’s concerned about getting caretaker sick or sickie who doesn’t care and wants all the love and care they can get?

8. “I want to throw up” or “I need to throw up”?

9. Sickie has a bad caretaker, caretaker that is angry or caretaker that completely ignores sickie?

10. ‘Hurl’ or ‘spew’?

11. Tender stomach muscles after vomiting or dehydration headache?

12. After vomiting, character is hungry and ready to fill their empty guy again or doesn’t want to even smell food for the next couple of days?

13. The character/s getting sick matters more, or the reason for being sick/tropes matter more?

14. Focus on the vomit itself, or focus on the vomiting noises?

15. Producing a lot of saliva before vomiting or throat going dry?

16. Sickie gets caretaker sick, are they more “I told you to stay away” or “I’m so sorry”?

17. Sick feeling tummy from a stuffed belly or nausea from not eating for a while?

18. ‘ Nauseous ’ or ‘Queasy?’

19. Sickie is stuck looking after themselves, absolute pro or absolute mess?

20. Chamomile or peppermint tea?

21. Sickie that begs for their tummy to be rubbed or sickie that would gag at even the slightest belly touch?

22. Embarrassed from throwing up in a doctor's office or embarrassed from missing the bin in a public area?

23. Caretaker has an extremely gross but effective nausea remedy or extremely gross but effective vomit inducer?

24. A formal sickie throws up during work, they suddenly fall apart for the first time in their lives and need care or keep it together?

25. ‘Midsection’ or ‘abdomen’?

26. Puking after getting yelled at or puking after getting told devastating news?

27. ‘Upset tummy’ or ‘Unsettled tummy’?

28. Gagging or heaving?

29. Feeling sick from eating/drinking too much in tight clothes, or already being bloated and feeling sick because sickie forced themselves into tight clothes?

30. Sickie has been hovering over the toilet for ages with no relief, they press down on their own tummy to vomit or caretaker presses down?

31. ‘Twisting’ or ‘turning’ to describe nausea?

32. Kneeling in front of the toilet or crouching in front of the toilet?

33. Hand on the stomach or arm wrapped around the stomach?

34. First time drinker throwing up from the taste of alcohol being way too strong or experienced drinker is proud they have never vomited from drinking but gets cocky one night?

35. Gagging from watching a gross video, or gagging from tasting something gross?

36. Indigestion or intolerance?

37. Accidentally squeezing a queasy belly too hard, or accidentally knocking into a queasy belly?

38. Body language cues (holding stomach, hand near mouth) or sound cues (frequent burping, tummy noises)?

39. ‘ Stomach flu’or ‘stomach bug’?

40. Sickie is extremely nauseous before a massive event, they throw up beforehand and do amazing or do okay during the event and throw up once it’s all over?

41. Feeling sick from physical pain or mental pain?

42. Vomiting on the first date or vomiting before proposing/ getting proposed to?

43. Watching your character hurling in a tv show/ movie or reading about your favourite character hurling in a book?

44. Vomit seeping through a sickie’s fingers when coving their mouth or the vomit pushes their hand away and splats on the floor?

45. ‘Bile’ or ‘stomach contents’?

#500 followes special/#emeto #emeto warning #upset tummy #stomach kink #sickfic prompts #emeto ask game #(4/5.)

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jurassicsickfics · 5 months

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Character with a stomach bug just exploding from both ends all over caretaker during cuddles. The most unashamed, unrestrained puke and diarrhea blowout all over the caretaker. Only to take a deep breath after and squeak out, "Sorry about that...whoo, that feels better."

#sicknario #sickfic prompts #sickfic #emeto prompt #diarrhea #scat prompt #emetophilia #upset stomach #stomach virus

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windfighter · 2 years

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Voices in my head tell me they know best

Kouji’s head was hurting, but a headache was far from a good enough reason to stay home from school. He stared at the package of painkillers and hesitated.

Take all of them, his brain suggested.

That’s stupid and you’re an idiot for even suggesting it, Kouji thought.

Wouldn’t it be an interesting experience though?

Kouji wasn’t sure he agreed, but he swallowed ten at once, grabbed his backpack and went to school.

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Kouji was feeling somewhat… disconnected from his body. He stared at his hands and moved his fingers. He was absolutely still in charge of it and could tell where it was, but it felt like he was experiencing it from… within? Above? Outside?

Like there was an extra layer between him and his body.

It was kind of scary. Was it because he hadn’t slept enough the last week, or because he took ten painkillers at once?

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He grabbed his pen and tried to focus on taking notes.

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Kouji was feeling kind of nauseous when school finally ended. He didn’t think he’d throw up, but his stomach was not his friend. He waved goodbye to the others and hurried home, instead of hanging around to chat with them.

He curled up in his bed when he came home and slept until Satomi woke him up for dinner. His head was starting to hurt again.

What if you took another ten painkillers? his brain asked.

That’s a stupid idea and you’re an idiot for suggesting it, Kouji answered.

It could help the headache.

Sleep could probably also help.

But that wouldn’t be as interesting, would it? You sleep every night already.

Satomi and Kousei were staring at him and he realized he’d zoned out just as they asked him something. He nodded and they seemed satisfied.

His stomach didn’t like getting food into it. The nausea got worse and the thought of throwing up was welcome. Kouji still finished his plate and disappeared back to his bed. He curled up under the cover and did what homework he managed there.

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Everything hurt the next day. Not in a painful way, just uncomfortable. He put his head in his hands with a groan.

What had he done to deserve this?

You shouldn’t have taken the painkillers, his brain said gleefully.

Yeah, well, whose suggestion was that anyway? Kouji asked.

You’ll look like an idiot trying to blame me for it, his brain said and Kouji knew it was right.

Okay, so can we not do it again?

His brain didn’t answer. Kouji sighed and got up to head to school.

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Kouji hated the fact that he was connected to his body that day. His stomach constantly threatened to empty itself, his back hurt, his head hurt, his limbs hurt.

Kouichi, you wanna be a doctor right? How long does the symptoms of an overdose last? Kouji tried to formulate a way to ask Kouichi for advice.

You can’t ask him, he’ll get worried, his brain tried to deter him.

Well, I am worried, Kouji answered.

You only have yourself to blame though.

Kouji wrapped an arm around his stomach and tried to not think about it. There was no use worrying Kouichi as well, there wasn’t anything he could do about it anyway.

You don’t even know if it is because the painkillers, his brain reminded him.

What else could it be though?

Do I look like I know what your body is up to?

Kouji pulled a hand across his face. Kouichi glanced at him and Kouji forced himself to smile. He’d be fine.

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He was still feeling nauseous the next day. Maybe he could skip school. The weird aches around his body still hung around.

Is this because I took too many painkillers, or am I getting sick?

It’s a good question, his brain answered. We should science this.

I’m almost afraid to ask.

Take another ten painkillers and see what happens!

Kouji buried his face into his pillow.

That’s stupid. You’re stupid.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Kouji didn’t want to think about that. He rolled over to his side. He really should get up.

Good idea. The pills are in the bathroom anyway.

I’m not taking any more pills, stop that.

It could help the pain though.

I don’t care about that. He cared a little. I just want the nausea to go away.

There was a knock on the door. Satomi opened it.

”Hey”, she said. ”Are you okay?”

I’m nauseous.

Everything hurts and I just want to stay at home and sleep the whole day.

I may have overdosed on painkillers and now I’m panicking about it.

It was just ten, nothing too dangerous. I’ll be fine.

”...I’m fine”, Kouji answered. ”Sorry for worrying you.”

”I’m your stepmom, it’s in the job description to worry”, Satomi said and sat down on the edge of the bed.

”You’re my mom”, Kouji corrected and Satomi smiled.

”Don’t worry about worrying me”, she said. ”I just want you to be okay. You’ve been looking off the last days, are you sure everything is fine? No bullies at school or anything?”

”Just… Just feeling nauseous”, Kouji admitted.

Satomi put a hand against his forehead. Confusion crossed her face.

”You feel a bit cold?”

He pressed against her hand with a laugh.

”I don’t think I’m sick”, he said.

It’s just the overdose.

You should have another one.

I’m not talking to you, I’m talking with my mom. Go away.

Can’t get rid of your brain~

”It’s… probably just stress”, Kouji said. ”Lots of homework.”

That you haven’t done the last days, his brain reminded him and his stomach twisted.

”I’m handling it”, Kouji promised. ”I’m okay.”

He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince.

Would a person who is okay take 10 painkillers at once? his brain asked and he didn’t have an answer.

Satomi was still looking at him. Kouji sat up.

”I need to get ready for school”, he said.

Please, tell me I can stay home today.

”Okay”, Satomi gave him a quick hug and Kouji tensed up. ”I’ll go make lunch for you.”

She left. Kouji got up from the bed and got ready for school.

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It was better the next day again. His stomach didn’t feel sick any longer. It was a saturday and he didn’t have school. He got out of the bed and left the bedroom.

It was probably just stress, he decided.

We should science it, his brain whispered.

Kouji walked to the bathroom. He needed to pee.

You should take another teeny tiny overdose. Just to see if it’ll feel the same.

Kouji continued past the bathroom. Peeing could wait until his brain was less of an asshole. He was fine.

#my writing #sicktember 2022 #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #tw overdose #prompt: nausea/upset stomach #no beta we die like kouichi #projecting my own issues onto my blorbo like a nerd :3 #sorry for that Kouji #Kouji is fiiiiine #everything is fine #baring my soul for judgement like this feels nyeh #anyway hope you enjoyed another installment of Kouji and his asshole brain :3

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starredforlife · 1 year

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i forgot briefly abt this ask and was momentarily terrified that this was some kind of tumblr/bot hazing ritual. but no it's a lovely fellow tumblr user who is a pisces who happened to find an abnormally huge blue sour patch kid for me <3 thank you

why are you following me?

#now i want a whole bag of em #would it make my stomach upset. yes #would i care. no #star's asks #ask prompts #food #long post

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my-sleepy-head · 2 years

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I am modifying Leopold Expodisus to the point where he could essentially be mistaken as an OC for my AU. Here’s how!

-he’s part werewolf. His mother was the young wife of a french general and we sick and tired of her husband never being home and being a jackass so she turned to the local bad boy. This ended up with her pregnant and gave birth to a healthy baby boy in the summer of 1812.

When her husband discovered she had cheated with a werewolf he immediately shipped her and the newborn “abomination” he was “forced” to call a son to Africa to make as much distance between them and then he contacted a werewolf hunter to get rid of Leopold.

This unfortunately ended up with the entire little colony being killed except for the young boy they had hidden when they saw the hunters.

Being a werewolf pup he was naturally adopted by a local wolf pack and raised along with the runt. As he grew he let himself be a feral werewolf and looked more like his siblings then a human.

Facinated by this teenage werewolf some more colonizers kidnapped him and took him back to france to “fix him” and “educate him”. He hated it and only began cooperating after months of being trapped with no way of returning to his pack.

His classmates were all scared of him, they didn’t like being made to learn with a werewolf in the classroom but he was refusing to get out of his feral form, finding it comforting, but it made clothes uncomfortable. the only article of clothing he enjoyed was his pants as it gave him privacy around humans.

Once he was able to return home he took the chance and got on the first boat to where his pack lived. Once he got home he began travelling the familial migration route until he found his pack.

Taki, his wolf brother, was so happy to see his brother and was more then happy to follow when he decided to start adventuring and see what other wolf packs and human encampments were around.

The End!

#he also loves meat. hates most vegetables as they upset his stomach.#hates all clothes except for pants or loin clothes #and definitely likes letting kids from neighbouring tribes climb on his back during full moons as he grew to be the size of a timber wolf.#steam powered giraffe #just essentially explaining the way I’m drawing him for the prompt.

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bagofshinyrocks · 5 months

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Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?”

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips.

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room.

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

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fairy-hub · 5 months

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𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff comfort fic, reader is stress and crying for reasons you decide, established relationships, holding you close, being sweet on you, they are all so soft wanting to help you feel better or at least less alone while upset, confession, toji is a bit rough but trying his best

Oreo: in case anyone else is also crying and needs to be held. Yeah I'm sticking with Satoru is sugar bear cause he is cuddly like bear and he likes sugar, Toji is Teddy Bear because obviously he is. Matching nicknames for my favorite two

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re sniffling, looking down and holding yourself tightly when you shuffle out of the hallway. It doesn’t matter. Satoru six eyes could see your tearful eyes, quivering bottom lip and your nails digging into the soft fabric of his sweater.

You’re desperately trying to hold yourself together about to crack into another flood of tears at any second. “Hold me.” Your voice breaking.

Satoru’s chest is tightening, his heart dropping into his stomach. Holding his arms open for you, closing the space in two long strides. He wraps his arms around you when a harsh sob wrecks your fragile body.

He lifts you off your feet prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Cry and take deep breaths sweetheart I’m here for you.” Your tears are soaking through his white shirt.

You lift your head up, studying the tear stains and smear of mascara. “’m sorry ‘m messing up your shirt.”

He gently kisses the side of your head. “Mess it up, or I can take it off. You can lay your head on my bare chest and listen to my heart beating for you.” You sniffle and look up at him, your beautiful eyes are bloodshot.

“Please take it off sugarbear.” Satoru walks past his bed into the bathroom. He turns on the light then grabs a tissue holding it to your nose for you to blow, tossing it in the trash.

Satoru opens your makeup wipes to slip one out. “Anything for you honeybun.” You close your eyes. He’s careful when wiping your eyes and lashes clean, giving you two kisses. Cleaning your cheeks and forehead of foundation you get three more kisses.

He slides the wipe down your nose giving you one more soft, loving kiss. A smile tugs on your lips when he kisses the tip of your nose. “You’re smile is beautiful makes my day brighter, you’re the sunrise that makes my day.” He throws the wipe away and carries you out of the bathroom, flicking the light off behind him.

Your eyes widen, “I love you!” You bury your face in his neck and squeeze him tighter like he might vanish.

Satoru’s heart skips a beat. “Look at me sweetheart.” He smiles when you lift your head. “I’m deeply in love with you too.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Toji crouches next to the bed, pulling back the covers. Your tears are trickling sideways, soaking into the pillow. “Cuddle me, please Toji I need to be held.” He frowns and you look away, tugging the covers back over your head.

Toji finds crying irritating, taught to suck it up he grew up expecting that of others. But seeing you recoil from him dissolves any anger. You deserve to feel your emotions, to cry, and to have him hold you.

He will have to learn how to comfort you and become the man you deserve.

Toji stands up to slip his sweater off. He grabs the blanket slowly pulling it off of you. “Ya wearing my sweater 'cause it reminded ya of me right? This smells like me, I took a shower at a shitty motel before coming home, wanted to smell good fer ya.” You sit up and slip his sweater off, tossing it onto the floor.

He bunches up the sweater and you rise your arms up for Toji to slip his sweater into you. “We can cuddle, I'll be ya like one of ya Teddy bears.” You scoot over giving Toji room to slip into bed. He flips over your pillow, hiding the side soaked with tears.

There is a small smile tugging on your lips. "Teddybear is a good nickname for you." He rolls his eyes climbing into bed, you sit to the side letting him get comfortable. Toji's large body takes up most of the bed.

He's sitting up, pouting, mulling over your new nickname. A darkening blush spreads across his cheeks. You climb onto his lap, "You're big and strong like a bear, and you're going all soft on me. Cuddling you is like cuddling up to those oversized teddy bears you see around valentine's day." He sighs, glancing down at you to see that soft smile spreading.

"I'll let you get away with it 'cause ya cute." He leans down kissing your forehead, wrapping his arm around you.

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"Meh!" It's a short squeaky chirp of a meow behind your head. A rumbling purr follows as a soft warm fuzzy kitten walks onto your head. Gently pressing its soft beans into your face, their purr gets louder as they delightfully use your cheek to make biscuits.

Another cat comes clawing up the side of the bed. "Meeeehhh." A fluffy brown cat with bright blue eyes announces themself with a loud, chirpy scream "You were upset so I canceled with Toru wanted to surprise you. I saw these two on the side of the road n' couldn't leave them." He sits down on the bed next to you.

He grabs the proudly purring kitten off of your face for you to sit up. "They-they are sooo cuteee. Are we keeping them?" There is shining hope replacing the dull sadness tainting your beautiful eyes.

Suguru's heart aches to see your wet cheeks with tears and bloodshot eyes. "They are our babies now, no one is taking them from us. We can hide them for two weeks until we move into our new place together." He gently sets the small fluffy orange cat on your lap next to the chocolate one. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

The orange one tackles the other, lightly biting their ear. The chocolate kitten gets on its back and delivers bunny blows to the orange one's gut. Which pushes the smaller kitten off.

In surrender the fluffy orange kitten rolls over to show their soft white belly. Pushing their fluffy paws into the air. You sniffle and get on Suguru's lap, he spreads his legs for you to sit between.

"I still need to be held." Suguru carefully wipes your face dry with the baggy sleeves of his sweater.

"Won't let you go till you feel better. I'm sorry you're feeling this way darling. We can get through it together. I'm always here for you whenever you need me." He kisses the top and side of your head, trailing several more kisses down your cheek.

His kiss is tender, loving, and salty from your tears. "When you get hungry," kissing your cheek, "we can grab a bite to eat then become some criminals together by sneaking in stuff for our new babies"

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Part two; Kento, Sukuna, Choso & Shoko

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