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#19 and #5 in combination... if it's still possible!

i decided to combine the prompts provided by these two asks since they all work so well together in one story. this is one of the longest ones that i’ve posted so far. i hope you guys like it!

12. “Why’d you let me eat that?”19. “I’m starting to feel really sick in the backseat…”5. “I need to throw up.”

Despite the sweltering summer heat and the throngs of people surrounding his small group of friends, Martin was having a good time at the state fair. He used to hate it when he was younger, because Kendall and their parents would always pressure him to go on the rides, and he’d almost always end up being sick.

That wasn’t an issue anymore, though. This year, he was here with Khalil and two of their other friends, Angelica and Winnie. Khalil was closer with them than Martin was, but he was enjoying himself nonetheless. When the others wanted to go on a ride, Martin would hold their phones and eat cotton candy nearby until they were done. It was a beneficial situation for everyone involved.

By the time things were winding down and everyone was nearly ready to leave, Angelica suggested that they grab dinner before they go. None of them had eaten a proper meal since lunch, and they all agreed wholeheartedly as she directed them towards her favorite food stall. It smelled amazing, and it blended in perfectly with the rest of the fair: bright colors, fried food, and people chattering away at every corner. They had to wait in line for a good twenty minutes, but it was worth it for the food they were served.

“This is amazing, Angelica,” said Winnie through a mouthful of fried chicken. She chewed and swallowed, wiping her mouth before saying. “I mean, I’ve had fair food, but… this is fair food.”

It was a strange sentiment, but Martin had to agree. “Thanks for taking us here, Angelica,” he said, smiling as he ate a couple more greasy fries. His phone buzzed and he looked down, seeing a text from Khalil. He glanced up at his boyfriend, his brow furrowed, but looked down to check the text when he saw his earnest expression.

don’t eat too much. still got the car ride home.

Right. They’d carpooled here in Angelica’s car. It was a bit of a rough ride, but Martin’s stomach had been relatively empty at the time, and getting to know Khalil’s friends had been a good distraction from the bumps and turns of the road. He texted Khalil back, i’ll be fine but thanks baby.

Martin finished his hotdog and fries fairly quickly, and then they all ended up splitting a funnel cake. It tasted amazing, but Martin began to feel the slightest twinge of regret as they walked to the car together through the dark field that connected the fairgrounds to the parking lot. His stomach gurgled a bit, protesting at how quickly he’d taken in such a large amount of greasy food, but he told himself he’d be fine as he felt Khalil’s hand in his. He’d just distract himself again.

That proved to be much more difficult than it seemed once they were on the road. Angelica was driving Martin and Khalil back to Khalil’s apartment, which was about half an hour away from the fairgrounds. Five or so minutes into the ride, Martin was already feeling waves of nausea roll through his stomach. He shifted in his seat; he and Khalil were in the back, Angelica and Winnie in the front.

“You okay?” Khalil said under his breath. The girls likely wouldn’t have heard him over their music and conversation regardless, but he wanted to be safe.

“Not really,” Martin replied, shifting uncomfortably and cradling his stomach with his hand. “The food from the fair is just sitting like a rock. Why did you let me eat that?”

“I tried to tell you to go easy,” Khalil says, sighing slightly. “Do you feel like you’re gonna—?”

“No,” Martin insisted. “I’ll be fine.” His stomach gurgled loudly as he said it, but he stood by his point, despite the nausea growing more difficult to bear with each passing minute.

Without anything to distract him from the road, Martin simply focused on taking deep breaths. Each sharp turn made his nausea spike, and one unexpected bump knocked a loud burp out of him. One of the girls in the front seat laughed. “Y’all doing alright back there?” said Winnie jokingly.

“No,” Martin said through his teeth. Khalil looked over at him, the surprise evident on his face. Martin was usually a grin-and-bear-it type when they were with other people; he was only ever vocal about feeling poorly when it was just him and Khalil. He must have felt awful to be speaking so frankly with Angelica and Winnie. “I’m starting to feel really sick in the backseat…” he admitted, groaning as Angelica took another sharp turn.

“Sorry!” she said. “Do you need me to pull over? I don’t mind!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Martin said, shifting once again and taking a deep breath as he stifled a gag with his hand. Khalil shook his head, baffled that Martin was still denying that he needed help. The next few minutes of the car ride were awkwardly silent aside from the music still playing and the occasional gurgle of Martin’s stomach. Khalil watched him intently, trying to make sure he wasn’t going to throw up in his lap or something. He could tell Martin just wanted to make a good impression on Khalil’s friends, but that was sort of out of the question now.

They were less than ten minutes away from Khalil’s apartment when Angelica, momentarily forgetting about the situation at hand, rounded a corner a bit too quickly. “I need to throw up,” Martin said, sitting up quickly and placing a hand in front of his mouth.

“Shit, I’ll pull over,” said Angelica.

“No need, Angie.” Khalil had already pulled a plastic bag out of his backpack, and he now opened it up and thrust it into Martin’s hands as he finally gave into a forceful gag. Nothing came up the first time, but another heave followed directly after, sending a stream of watery vomit into the bag. “I’m sorry, Angie,” Khalil said, rubbing Martin’s back as he held the plastic bag with trembling hands. “Sorry, Winnie.”

Almost as if to punctuate Khalil’s apology, Martin heaved again, a belch escaping with another large wave of puke. He could taste the grease of his undigested fair food dinner as it came back up, and the sight and smell combined with the bumps of the road caused him to retch again, letting out a thicker wave that filled the bag about three quarters of the way full.

“Do you have another bag?” Martin said, his voice slightly raspy. Khalil felt around in his backpack, but he’d only packed one. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry, babe. You can hold on for five more minutes, can’t you?” Martin sighed and nodded, but a few seconds later he gagged again and puked up a wave just large enough to fill the bag and splash over onto Martin’s hands, the tiniest bit of it making it into his lap. “Pull over, please, Angelica,” Khalil said, his voice loud but still calm and controlled.

It took her a moment, but she quickly found a place to pull over. As she stopped the car, Khalil reached over Martin and opened his door for him, helping him out before he could make a mess of Angelica’s car. When Martin was out of his seat, Khalil got out as well and circled the car, helping his boyfriend walk a few feet away from the car before he doubled over and puked again. Still holding the overfilled plastic bag in his hands, he attempted to contain it a bit, but most of it splashed onto the ground and his shoes.

When he finished another wave of vomiting, Khalil heard Martin’s breath hitch, and he realized he was crying. “It’s okay,” he said softly, using the sleeve of his jacket to wipe the tears from Martin’s eyes. “I know. I know. You’ll be alright.”

After taking a moment to collect himself, Martin sniffled and lifted the bag he was holding. “What do I do with this?” he said.

“Uh… leave it here, I guess. I don’t see a trashcan anywhere.”

“That’s pollution,” Martin said, tears welling up in his eyes again. Frustrated, Khalil felt his forehead to see if he might be running a fever, but he felt fine. He was probably just overwhelmed after vomiting in front of Khalil’s friends, and in their car, no less.

It took a moment, but eventually Khalil convinced Martin to leave the plastic bag and come back to the car, where he fished the baby wipes out of his backpack and handed them to Martin so he could clean himself up a bit. He made it the rest of the ride without being sick, but as soon as they stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk in front of Khalil’s apartment building, Martin leaned over and retched into the grass, a small wave of puke pooling at his feet.

After making sure his boyfriend was okay, Khalil leaned down and apologized to Angelica through her car window, thanking her for giving them a ride. He’d warned her ahead of time about his boyfriend’s car sickness, but it was still a pretty unfortunate situation. Once the girls had left and Martin was able to climb the stairs to the apartment without feeling sick, they finally made their way home and were able to relax after the long night they’d both had.

[sugar-softies]

@twopandas542 by all means please do! :3c

I've got this idea I've written like, a rough starter for? Idk if I'm gonna keep writing it, you guys think this deserves more?

As it turned out, sustaining a community on your own was a full time job. One that Haj.im.e took very seriously, maybe more seriously than most of the others, but then again those others had the physical ability to relax. It was still hotly debated as to whether or not that was an ability Ha.ji.me. had. 

Whether he was arranging supply shipments, handling repairs, or growing crops, Ha.jim.e hardly ever seemed to take time for himself.

Which made him a prime target for the island's resident caretaker.

"You haven't eaten yet today." Imp.oster placed a plate on the desk. 

"Huh?" Haj.im.e looked up, bags clear under his eyes. 

"Nor have you slept, it would seem." Imp.oster folded his arms across their chest.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something," Ha.ji.me dismissed. 

"Very well." Imp.oster pulled up a chair, not at all put off by Ha.jim.e's stubbornness.

Haj.im.e opened his mouth on instinct when food neared it, and was on his second bite when he realized he was being fed and jumped back, blushing.

"You said you were busy, so I'll make sure you don't collapse." Im.poster raised an eyebrow.

"If I let you feed me will you let me work?" Ha.jim.e sighed.

Imp.oster nodded, and smiled.

And that was the beginning of the arrangement.