ickynights

[ickynights]

The Juk Monster

tw: emeto

The early morning sun casts a warm glow over Seoul Station, where plenty of travels hurried about, excited to go about their ways. Among the large crowds of people were, Doyun, Daniel, and Ivan , all of which were too busy handling their hordes of luggage to notice, their youngest, lagging far behind.



Seongmin’s stomach growled loudly, a reminder of how little he’d been able to eat since their flight last night. His friends were so engrossed in making sure they had everything they needed that they didn’t see him glancing longingly at the food stalls they passed.

Doyun, the only one seemingly a little alert in their group, glanced back at his younger cousin, frowning when he noticed how flushed the brunette looked. “You feeling alright, Minnie? You look a little pale,” he called out, stopping to let Seongmin catch up.

Seongmin gave him a weak smile, not wanting to bother any of them. “I’m alright, just a bit overwhelmed by all the noise and activity here. It’s been a long trip, and I haven’t had much to eat since yesterday. I’m really hungry.”

Doyun’s frown deepened with concern. “We don’t board for another thirty minutes, let’s find you something to eat, okay?”

As they continued walking, Seongmin’s eyes kept darting toward the random food stalls, each one more enticing than the last. The aroma of sizzling meat, spicy noodles, and freshly baked pastries filled the air, making his mouth water even more. He tried to focus on keeping up with his friends, but his hunger was becoming impossible to ignore.

They finally reached the food court, a bustling area filled with travelers grabbing a bite before their journeys. Seongmin’s stomach growled loudly again, prompting a laugh from Ivan.

“Sounds like your stomach is our tour guide for the day,” Ivan joked, rubbing Seongmin on the back, before grabbing his hand, “What looks good to you? Seems like they have almost everything here.”

Seongmin carefully scanned his options; Ivan definitely wasn’t lying—there had to be at least twenty stalls, all filled with a variety of different types of food. The sheer array was overwhelming: stalls with sizzling meats on skewers, vibrant vegetable bibimbap bowls, steaming dumplings, savory pancakes, and sweet pastries glistening with honey. The air was thick with the mouth-watering aromas of garlic, soy, and chili, making his stomach growl even louder.

As starving as he was, Seongmin knew he couldn’t get just anything. Although his stomach wasn’t as sensitive as his cousins Doyun, it still couldn’t easily digest just any little thing he threw in it.

At one stall, a vendor was expertly flipping thick slices of tteokbokki, the spicy sauce bubbling invitingly. Seongmin’s mouth watered, but he quickly shook his head, remembering a previous encounter with the fiery dish that hadn’t ended well. He sighed and moved on.

Next, he considered a stand selling freshly fried mandu. The golden dumplings looked tempting, but he knew the oil could easily upset his stomach. Reluctantly, he moved on again, feeling a pang of frustration.

A stall featuring kimbap rolls caught his eye. The neatly rolled rice and seaweed bundles seemed like a safer option, but the vendor was liberally sprinkling sesame seeds and drizzling them with a mysterious sauce. Seongmin hesitated, unsure if his stomach could handle the added flavors.

He finally stopped in front of a modest stall that wasn’t as flashy as the others but had a comforting aroma of simmering broth. The vendor offered a simple chicken and vegetable soup, the clear broth shimmering with a promise of gentleness. Seongmin’s stomach seemed to settle just from the smell alone.

Seongmin finally stopped in front of a modest stall towards the back that wasn’t as flashy as the others, yet it exuded a comforting, homey aroma that drew him in. The vendor was serving bowls of Juk—Korean rice porridge. It was hearty yet typically gentle on the stomach, a thick, creamy mixture topped with tender shredded chicken and finely chopped spring onions. Each bowl was garnished with a sprinkle of sesame seeds and a few julienned strips of gim, toasted seaweed, adding a crunch that contrasted nicely with the softness of the porridge. The vendor was also offering optional side toppings like kimchi and salted shrimp, which were more flavorful and potentially problematic. Hungry and tempted, Seongmin decided to add just a small amount of kimchi on the side, telling himself that a little wouldn’t hurt.

“This might be okay,” he thought, optimistic but cautious. “Can I have a bowl of the Juk, please? And, um, just a little bit of kimchi on the side,” he asked the vendor, his voice hopeful.

The vendor nodded with a smile and quickly prepared his bowl, the steam rising invitingly as he handed it over. Seongmin took the bowl, grateful for its warmth. He took a seat, stirring the thick porridge, watching the steam swirl through the air. The first spoonful was comforting, the rice perfectly soft and the chicken tender. He rejoined his friends at their table and quickly started to eat his food.

“What’d you get?” Ivan asked, glancing into Seongmin’s bowl and grimacing at the slight discoloration of the dish.

Seongmin looked up and smiled, his usual upbeat demeanor starting to return now that he was finally eating. “Just some Juk with a bit of kimchi on the side. It’s really good!” he said, scooping up a spoonful and savoring the creamy texture and mild flavor.

Doyun, noticing Seongmin’s improved mood, gave a small smile. “Good to see you’re feeling better. Just don’t eat too much, you don’t want a stomach ache.”

Seongmin laughed, the sound light and cheerful. “I’m not like you, Doyun.” He rolled his eyes and patted his stomach. “My tummy can actually handle a little bit of spice.”

Daniel joined in, grinning widely. “We’ll see about that. Remember the last time you tried something spicy? You puked all over my new rug.”

Seongmin stuck out his tongue playfully. “That was just a fluke. Besides, a little adventure never hurt anyone.” He took another bite of his food, a smile still stuck on face.

The group made their way through the bustling platform to their train, the sleek silver cars gleaming under the station lights. Seongmin’s earlier energy and excitement propelled him forward as they approached the train doors. He bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, eager to get settled and begin the journey to Jeju.

Once inside, the cool, air-conditioned interior was a welcome relief from the warmth of the crowded station. They found their seats, a cozy four-seater with a table in the middle, perfect for their group. Ivan and Seongmin took the window seats, while Daniel and Doyun slid into the seats across from them. They stowed their luggage overhead, ensuring everything was securely in place before settling in.

Seongmin leaned back into his seat, sighing contentedly. “Finally, we’re on our way,” he said, smiling brightly at his friends. He glanced out the window, watching as the train slowly pulled out of the station, the scenery beginning to blur as they picked up speed.

Daniel reached across the table to give Seongmin a playful nudge. “Comfortable, Seongmin? You look like you’re ready to nap.”

Seongmin chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m too excited to nap. I can’t wait to get to Jeju and start exploring.”

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As the train glided smoothly along the tracks, Seongmin’s initial excitement started to wane, replaced by a growing awareness of his stomach. At first, it was just a slight gurgle, easily ignored in the midst of his friends’ conversation. But as the minutes ticked by, the gurgling became more pronounced, accompanied by his baggy jeans straining against his belly.

“So, Seongmin, what’s the first thing you want to do when we get to Jeju? I heard there’s this amazing black sand beach we have to check out.” Ivan asked, whilst looking over a million different articles about the Island.

Seongmin tried to focus on Ivan’s words, but another loud gurgle from his stomach made it hard to concentrate. “Uh, yeah, that sounds great,” he replied, his voice a bit distracted. He shifted in his seat, hoping to find a more comfortable position.

Undeterred, Ivan continued. “And there’s this famous seafood market. We should definitely go there for dinner. I bet they have the freshest fish you’ve ever tasted!”

Seongmin nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, that sounds really good.” He could feel his stomach churning, the discomfort growing. He placed a hand on his abdomen, hoping to calm the noisy protests.

Ivan noticed his distraction and frowned slightly. “You sure you’re okay, Seongmin? You seem a bit out of it.”

Seongmin took a deep breath, trying to appear more at ease. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired from the trip, I guess.” He didn’t want to worry his friends or dampen the mood, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the signs that his stomach was not happy with his earlier meal.

“Or maybe your stomach is finally noticing that awful undercooked slop you ate earlier.”

“Yeah, Seongmin. That Juk did look a bit… questionable,” Doyun joined in, giving his cousin a look of pity.

Seongmin pouted and placed his hands protectively over his belly. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about. The Juk was perfect and my tummy has never felt bet-”

He was abruptly cut off by a loud gurgle from his stomach, the sound resonating through the quiet train compartment. Seongmin’s eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly covered his mouth as a small burp escaped. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his friends burst into laughter.

Daniel smirked, shaking his head. “Yeah, sure, Seongmin. That definitely sounds like a perfectly happy stomach to me.”

Ivan chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. “You sure you’re not secretly hiding a monster in there?”

Seongmin grimaced but quickly retorted, “It’s just a little unsettled from how fast I ate, you guys are just being mean.” He patted his stomach in an attempt to calm the audible gurgling that seemed to amuse his friends.

Ivan leaned over with a mischievous grin and lightly placed his hand on Seongmin’s belly, pretending to listen intently. “Shh, everyone, I think I can hear it growling. Do you need us to call a monster hunter, Seongmin?”

Seongmin’s smile wavered, the teasing not quite hitting the mark as he felt his discomfort grow. He brushed Ivan’s hand away, a bit sharper than intended. “Very funny, guys. Let’s just drop it, okay? It’s nothing.”

Ivan chuckled, reaching over to shake Seongmin’s tummy lightly. “Seems like the monster’s making someone crabby.”

The playful shake was gentle, but it jostled Seongmin’s stomach just enough to send a wave of queasiness rippling through him. He winced, gripping the seat with one hand and pressing the other firmly against his midsection. The initial amusement in his eyes faded quickly, replaced by a glint of discomfort.

Seongmin curled into the window, glaring at Ivan, “Leave me alone, it’s not funny.” His words were clipped, a clear edge of discomfort sharpening them as he tried to find some relief by pressing his forehead against the cool glass.

Ivan's face fell as he witnessed the real discomfort in Seongmin's expression. "Baby, I'm really sorry," he murmured, his tone filled with regret. Gently, he rubbed Seongmin's back in a soothing motion, trying to offer some comfort. "I won't joke about it anymore, I promise.”

As the train journeyed on, Seongmin’s discomfort continued to escalate. The gurgling in his stomach grew louder and more frequent, accompanied by a bloated feeling that made his clothes feel uncomfortably tight. He discreetly unbuttoned his jeans, hoping to relieve some of the pressure.

With each sharp movement of the train, Seongmin could feel the Juk sloshing around in his belly, a nauseating sensation that made him regret his food choice even more. He tried to focus on his breathing, inhaling slowly through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, as Doyun had suggested. But the discomfort persisted, growing more intense with each passing minute.

Everyone else seemed to be preoccupied with something—Daniel was engrossed in a book, Ivan was scrolling through his phone, and Doyun was staring out the window lost in thought.

Seongmin felt guilty for the tense environment, knowing that his discomfort was affecting the mood of the group. He didn’t want to ruin their trip or dampen their spirits, but the growing pain in his stomach made it difficult for him to focus on anything else. He tried to hide his discomfort, forcing a smile whenever someone glanced his way, but inside, he was struggling.

Ivan hadn’t even glanced in his direction, seemingly afraid to exacerbate his discomfort. Seongmin understood his boyfriend’s hesitation but wished for a comforting touch or a reassuring word.

The discomfort in his belly grew, the bloating becoming more pronounced. Seongmin shifted in his seat, trying to find a position that offered some relief. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing, hoping the motion of the train would soon lull him into a much-needed nap.

He had finally almost fallen into a blissful sleep when he caught a whiff of something that jolted him awake. The train attendant was bringing over dinner for the boys, and the aroma sent shivers down Seongmin’s spine. It was a steaming bowl of Yukgaejang, a spicy beef soup known for its heavy spices and rich broth. Normally, Seongmin would have been excited to try it, but given his current condition, the thought of it made his stomach churn even more. The heaviness of the dish would be too much for his already upset belly, and he knew he couldn’t risk eating it.

Yet somehow, in a desperate attempt to maintain the facade that his belly wasn’t in complete distress, Seongmin found himself downing the entire dish, even promising to eat some from Doyun’s portion, who didn’t dare to try it himself.

As Seongmin forced himself to eat, each spoonful felt like a battle. The heaviness of the soup settled like a rock in his stomach, the spices burning uncomfortably on their way down. With every swallow, his belly protested, bloating further and sending sharp jabs of pain through him. He tried to mask his discomfort, but his clenched jaw and furrowed brow betrayed his struggle.

Ivan noticed Seongmin's strained expression and reached out to touch his arm. "Hey, Minnie, you don’t have to force yourself. We can get you something else," he said, concern evident in his voice.

Seongmin shook his head, though it was a struggle to muster a smile. "No, no, I'm fine," he lied, pushing through the discomfort. "It's really good, just a bit spicy."

Daniel, who had been watching Seongmin closely, frowned. "Are you sure, Seongmin? You look like you're in pain," he said, reaching out to feel Seongmin's forehead, as if checking for a fever.

Seongmin shrugged off Daniel's hand, a wave of nausea washing over him. "I'm fine, really," he repeated, though the strain in his voice was evident. "Just need a minute."

“If you’re fine, then why is your stomach practically spilling out of your pants?” Doyun’s voice cut through the conversation, his tone a mix of concern and frustration. “Your belly is clearly upset, don’t make it worse.”

Seongmin winced, feeling the weight of Doyun’s words. He knew his cousin was right, but he didn’t want to admit defeat. With a stubborn resolve, he gulped down the soup, each spoonful feeling like a battle won against his rebellious stomach. Despite the burning sensation and the increasing discomfort, Seongmin refused to show weakness in front of his friends.

As Seongmin continued to force down the soup, a wave of nausea swept over him, his stomach churning uncomfortably. Each spoonful felt like a lead weight, and he could feel his belly protesting with every swallow. Despite his best efforts to ignore it, the discomfort grew until it was almost unbearable.

“I really think you should stop, Seongmin,” Daniel said, his voice tinged with concern. “You don’t look so good.”

Seongmin shook his head, though it was becoming harder to deny the truth. “I’m… I’m fine,” he insisted weakly, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Ivan exchanged a worried glance with Doyun, realizing that Seongmin was not going to stop unless they intervened. He reached out to gently take the bowl from Seongmin’s hands. “Seongmin, you’ve had enough,” he said firmly, placing the bowl out of reach. “Even if you weren’t sick already, there’s no way you’re gonna be able to keep that down.”

Doyun nodded in agreement, placing a hand on Seongmin’s shoulder. “He’s right, Seongmin. You need to take it easy,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I’m gonna go find a bucket or a bag or something, just in case. Try to relax, okay?“

Seongmin nodded weakly, trying to steady his breathing as the nausea threatened to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes, willing the queasiness to pass. The heaviness in his stomach made it hard to find a comfortable position, and he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’m okay,” he murmured, more to himself than to his friends. He focused on the rhythmic motion of the train, hoping it would distract him from the churning in his belly. But the smell of the soup lingered in the air, making his nausea worse.

Ivan, sensing Seongmin’s distress, moved closer, offering him a bottle of water. “Here, try to take small sips,” he said gently, placing a hand on Seongmin’s back in a comforting gesture.

Seongmin took the water gratefully, hoping it would help settle his stomach. He took a few small sips, trying to calm the queasiness. But despite his efforts, he could feel the urge to vomit growing stronger. He clenched his jaw, willing himself to hold it back, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his friends.

Ivan noticed Seongmin’s struggle and gently placed a hand on his tummy, while rubbing tiny circles onto the overtaxed organ. “Seongmin, it’s okay,” he said softly. “You don’t have to hold it back. Your belly’s upset and you need to give it some relief. No one’s judging you, baby.”

Seongmin hesitated, but the discomfort in his stomach was becoming unbearable. He nodded slightly, his eyes watering with embarrassment and discomfort. With Ivan’s hand still on his belly, Seongmin allowed himself to bend over towards the plastic bag, Doyun had scrambled to find. Seongmin relaxed his jaw, allowing himself to release the contents of his stomach into the bag. He felt a wave of dizziness take over him, his body trembling from the exertion. The smell and taste were overwhelming, making him gag and choke. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to catch his breath between bouts of vomiting. The sound echoed in the train compartment, drawing concerned looks from other passengers.

Ivan held onto Seongmin’s shoulder, offering silent support as he continued to rub his belly soothingly. “It’s okay, Minnie,” Ivan murmured, his voice filled with sympathy. “Just let it all out. We’re here for you.”

Seongmin felt a mixture of relief and shame as the vomiting finally subsided. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling drained and weak. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, feeling utterly embarrassed by the scene he had caused. “I didn’t mean to ruin our trip.”

Ivan shook his head, pulling Seongmin into a gentle hug. “Don’t be sorry,” he said softly. “Just relax and let yourself settle down for a second. We still have five days, it’ll all be okay.”

Doyun and Daniel exchanged a look of concern before Daniel spoke up. “Seongmin, it’s okay. Don’t worry about us,” he said, his voice gentle. “Just focus on feeling better.”

Doyun nodded in agreement, his hand still on Seongmin’s back. “Yeah, we’re not going anywhere,” he added, offering a reassuring smile. “Take your time. We have all the time in the world, please don’t feel bad.”

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Seongmin finally felt a bit of relief as the vomiting subsided, but he knew that his ordeal was far from over. He still felt queasy and weak, and the dizziness lingered, making him reluctant to move.

They still had four hours left on that god forbidden train and Seongmin was sure his face would be stuffed in a bag the entire time.

[ickynights]

Finals season stress

Ivan + Seongmin

Seongmin’s older sister had warned the younger just how difficult his first finals season would be in college but he didn’t expect it to take over his life like this.

He prided himself on the neat arrangement of his side of the dorm, a stark contrast to his roommate and boyfriend, Ivan, whose space often looked more ‘lived-in’. Where Seongmin’s area was a model of college tidiness, with every book and note in its rightful place, not a piece of trash in sight. Dorm room magazines had nothing on him.

All of his attempts to stay the cleanest student in the dorm building held zero meaning now. Now, his room was nearly unrecognizable.

His once pristine desk was scattered with countless open textbooks, overlapped with papers covered in sticky notes which barely could be considered eligible. Half-empty coffee mugs and mounds of snack wrappers throughly filled the rest of the empty spaces. His laptop, buried under a mound of class handouts and old quizzes, buzzed with notification reminders of upcoming deadlines. The clothes that were usually folded neatly in the closet or tucked away in drawers, were draped over the back of his chair and cluttered atop his bed, some of which he wasn’t even sure were clean.

Normally, Ivan would tease his boyfriend about such a drastic change, but even he couldn’t bring himself to find humor in the situation this time. Although Ivan was busy with his own exams and essays, he couldn’t help but focus on how much of a mess his boyfriend had become.

Throughout the first semester, Seongmin had diligently prepared healthy meals for both himself and Ivan, almost never opting for the school’s cafeteria shitty food. However, over the past two weeks, his diet had taken a drastic turn. The poor boy had lived off of only two large family packs of Goldfish and far too many slices of cafeteria pizza for his belly’s comfort.

Ivan tried to convince Seongmin to at least throw some fruit into the mix but he was only met with an eye roll and a quiet no thanks. The only thing Ivan could do was watch as his once perfectly put together boyfriend practically wither away in stress induced malnourishment, and hope Seongmin could become himself again after finals ended.

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"Could you turn your show down a bit?" Seongmin groaned, his eyes glued to his English textbook. "I know you've finished all your work, but I still need to get through this essay."

Ivan obliged and lowered the volume of the Tv, and casted a sympathetic glance at Seongmin, “Why don’t you take a break to eat, baby. My mom brought over food earlier, it’s your favorite.”

Seongmin looked up from his laptop, something he was sure he hadn’t done all day. He noticed how concerned his boyfriend looked and his stomach practically screamed at him to put actual food in it, but he just simply didn’t have the time to eat anything.

“I have an hour left till this essay is due and I need to revise more,” Seongmin started, trying to ignore the instant eye roll he received back, “But, I promise the second I submit this essay, I’ll sit down and eat with you. Please bear with me, honey. You know I don’t like this any more than you do,” Seongmin pleaded, his expression morphing into a small pout that he hoped would soften Ivan’s frustration.

“Fine, but just so you know, I’m not letting you leave this room until you finish everything she’s made,” Ivan answered roughly, pushing himself up from the couch with an audible sigh of frustration. “I’m serious, Seongmin. You can’t keep skipping meals like this. It’s not healthy, and I won’t stand by and watch you run yourself into the ground,” Ivan added, his tone firm but tinged with worry.

“I appreciate your concern, Ivan, but you’re not my keeper,” Seongmin retorted, his voice sharp and eyes narrowing slightly in frustration. “I know my own limits, okay? I just need to get through this essay, and then I’ll eat—like I said. I don’t need a lecture on top of everything else right now.”

Ivan sighed heavily, the frustration evident in his voice as he grabbed his jacket. “You say that, but you’ve given me this promise like five times this week and guess what? You haven’t kept it once,” he pointed out sharply, his expression tight with irritation. Throwing on his jacket, he added, “So, excuse me if I’m not exactly overflowing with trust right now. Eat whatever you fucking want. I don’t care anymore.” Ivan left, slamming their door.

Seongmin watched silently as his stray papers swayed in the draft, the light rustling sound punctuating the tense silence left in the wake of their argument. His eyes lingered on the door, almost hoping his boyfriend would turn around and come right back in to make up with him.

With a heavy sigh, Seongmin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The room felt emptier without Ivan’s presence, and the weight of his words lingered in the air. Despite his annoyance, Seongmin knew Ivan was right. He had been neglecting his health, and his promises to take care of himself had fallen unanswered. Seongmin debated running out of the room to chase after Ivan but he knew the older needed space.

Taking a deep breath in, Seongmin focused himself back on his essay in hopes to finish in it in record time. Logistically, he knew exactly how to make it up to Ivan— the simple gesture of actually listening to him and eating the home cooked meal.

It didn't take long for Seongmin to finish editing the essay and submit it. While it wasn't as well-written as his previous work, he reasoned that one B couldn't hurt. Besides, he'd much rather prioritize making Ivan happy than obsess over the quality of his essay, that barely mattered in the long run.

Seongmin quickly got up from his chair and walked over to the microwave, where he knew Ivan had left the pre-made food. Opening the microwave, he found a large, steaming casserole dish filled. The enticing aroma of spices and slow-cooked flavors filled the air, making his mouth water in anticipation. The dish was a colorful array of tender chicken simmered in a spicy tomato sauce, mixed with bell peppers, onions, and black beans.

The food looked absolutely delicious, but Seongmin couldn't fathom how he was expected to finish the whole thing. There was no way Ivan's mom had made the dish just for him. Yet, Ivan had specifically instructed Seongmin to finish it all. He could very well had just been saying that out of anger but Seongmin was determined to appease his partner.

As Seongmin started eating, he found the dish to be incredibly tasty. Each bite was a mix of flavors and textures that reminded why he always chose to eat home cooked meals in the first place.

Seongmin continued eating, he could feel himself growing increasingly full and uncomfortable. Not even halfway through, he noticed his belly straining against his sweatpants. It audibly protested, signaling it was ready for him to stop. However, Seongmin was determined not to let Ivan down.

Despite his determination, Seongmin’s body began to rebel against the onslaught of food. With each bite, his stomach got increasingly more bloated the pressure in his belly building to an almost unbearable level. He shifted on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it offered little relief.

Seongmin rarely burped, finding the act rather disgusting. However, as he continued to eat, not a minute went by without a small (or large), involuntary burp escaping him. Each one seemed to release a bit of the pressure building up in his stomach, offering a momentary reprieve from the discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity, Seongmin finally finished the last bite of food. Despite feeling queasy and the slightest movement threatening to send him rushing to the bathroom, he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the empty dish and his very bloated belly. With a sense of accomplishment mingled with discomfort, he sent the photo to Ivan, proof that he had indeed finished it all.

Seongmin carefully lowered himself back onto the couch, letting out a low groan as he felt the contents of his stomach swirl uncomfortably. The gurgling was becoming more and more concerning, with Seongmin watching in awe as he could practically see them rippling across his upper belly.

Seongmin had been no stranger to an upset tummy with how much junk he’d put into himself for the past week but this by far worse than anything he had ever experienced. The discomfort was becoming unbearable, and Seongmin was unsure if he’d even be able to digest all the food he just ate.

Just as he was about to roll over and try to sleep off the pain, he felt his phone vibrate with a notification. Seongmin moaned as he reached over to look at his phone.

The message from Ivan read, “Baby, please tell me you didn’t actually didn’t eat all that food?”

Seongmin rolled his eyes, wasn’t that exactly what the older had told him to do…

“That’s what you told me to do, was it not?” Seongmin replied, feeling a bit guilty for his obvious upset tone. But his tummy was hurting, who could blame him!

Ivan responded within seconds, “I was just kidding, baby! You must be feeling so sick :( I’m on my way home now, try to relax until then.”

Seongmin felt his belly loudly grumble as he read Ivan’s text. He glanced down with an apologetic look spread across his face. He had put the poor thing through hell over an exaggeration. Placing his hand onto his stomach, he rubbed it gently, wincing as it cramped, almost as if it was chastising him.

Thankfully, to Seongmin and his stomach's relief, Ivan arrived back at the door quickly with a bag full of medicine and waters in hand.

Ivan rushed over to Seongmin, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, dropping the bag onto the coffee table and placing his hand on Seongmin’s tummy.

“My tummy hurts,” Seongmin whined, leaning into Ivan’s touch.

Ivan frowned and used his other hand to caress his boyfriend’s lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I really didn’t think you’d take it literally,” he apologized, his voice filled with remorse. Leaning in, he kissed Seongmin gently, afraid to hurt him further. “I got you some medicine that should help it all digest easier. You think you can handle them right now?”

Seongmin nodded weakly, willing to try anything to get his stomach to settle. He sat up slowly, holding onto Ivan’s arm for balence, he took the medicine and swallowed it with the water, hoping for some relief.

The two settled into the couch, with Ivan lying behind Seongmin. He hummed softly as he rubbed gentle, soothing circles onto the younger’s belly. Seongmin closed his eyes, feeling the tension slowly drift away under Ivan’s touch. The rhythmic motion of Ivan’s hand was comforting, and Seongmin couldn’t help but relax into the embrace. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of Ivan’s soothing tune and the upset gurgling from Seongmin’s stomach.

Seongmin drifted off to sleep, the gentle rhythm of Ivan’s hand on his belly lulling him into a peaceful slumber. Ivan continued to rub Seongmin’s stomach, his touch light and soothing.

Ivan’s hand stilled as he felt the rumbles coming from Seongmin’s stomach grow more intense. He tried to follow their source, his brows furrowing in concern. Seongmin shifted slightly in his sleep, a soft moan escaping his lips. Ivan debated on whether to wake up the younger or not. It was obvious to him, Seongmin’s belly had zero plans on allowing the meal to stay inside it much longer, but Ivan didn’t want to disturb his boyfriend’s rest— he barely had any all week.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ivan gently shook Seongmin awake, his voice laced with concern. “Seongmin, wake up. Are you feeling okay?” he asked, his hand still resting on Seongmin’s belly. Seongmin stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Ivan, confusion and discomfort evident in his expression. Before Seongmin could whine about being woken up, he felt his stomach harshly lurch. Seongmin barely even awake, turned to the side and retched violently, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor beside the couch.

Ivan quickly got up and grabbed the trash can, placing it under Seongmin just in time as he vomited again, his body heaving with each retch. Ivan rubbed Seongmin’s back soothingly, while also holding him upright to help ease the strain on his body. Seongmin’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he continuously emptied the contents of his stomach into the trash can.

After a few minutes, the retching ended, and Seongmin slumped back into Ivan’s hold.

“I’m here, Seongmin. You’re going to be okay,” Ivan whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. He continued to rub Seongmin’s back soothingly, his touch gentle and comforting. “Do you think you’ll be sick again?”

Seongmin shook his head weakly, moving away from the trash can. “Just want to sleep now,” he mumbled, leaning back to lay down on the couch.

Ivan nodded understandingly, helping Seongmin get comfortable before lying down beside him. He wrapped an arm around Seongmin, pulling him close, and began to gently stroke his hair, soothing him back to sleep.

[ickynights]

This takes place after graduation, so it'll be in the correct order in the masterlist once I publish the graduation fic 🙈 What can I say, I needed to write some self indulgent Jonah piece. Also a new OC!

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"Morning," Leo's voice was all husky and sexy and Jonah basked on it and the soft kisses being trailed up on his neck, his chest... Down his naked stomach... But then Leo's lips pressed near his belly button and he realized why he had woken up so early and it was not because of his boyfriend's flirty little kisses.

"Leo," he tangled his fingers on the other man's hair, stopping him from kissing lower, "stop. Stop."

Leo let out a little whine, moving up on the bed to kiss him on the mouth, "what's the matter, baby?" he asked, hands tracing down Jonah's bicep, his ribs, his waist...

"Stop," Jonah grimaced, feeling his stomach churn viciously, "I'm not feeling well, stop."

Leo took a second to compute it, but then he pulled back, spooked, "oh are you dizzy?"

"No," Jonah gulped down, "just queasy," he pushed himself up on the bed, half sitting up and trying to assess if he was gonna be sick or not.

His boyfriend was still watching him, carefully. Jonah cupped a hand before his mouth, muffling a sickly little burp and then fell back against the pillows, "urgh, I can taste last night's dinner."

Leo wrinkled his nose, reaching in and pushing his fingers in Jonah's messy fro, scratching his scalp, "maybe we should stay home then...?"

Jonah had completely forgotten they were supposed to catch a flight to DC. He let out a groan and rubbed his face, "fuck, I forgot," his voice came out muffled and despite the fact his eyes were covered, he could just feel Leo perking up.

Ever since graduation Leo had been trying to get out of visiting Jonah's childhood home. Jon knew it was because he felt intimidated, but if he wanted to marry the guy - and he did - then he needed Leo to know everything about him.

"Help me up," he sighed and Leo's tentative smile fell.

"You're not feeling well, let's stay..."

"Nope," Jonah rolled his eyes, pushing himself up, "c'moon Leo, don't make it harder than it is."

Leo sighed, but nodded, pushing Jon up and off the bed. Both their bags had been packed for weeks, Jonah only busied himself with the shower and then collapsed on the passenger seat of Leo's car.

"Wake me up when we're at the airport."

"I still think we should've carpooled with Luke and Bell," Leo mumbled, turning up the radio at a very low volume, "what's the point of different cars if they're going the same place as us?"

"Lucas and Bella are always late for everything," Jonah groaned, turning on his side so he could press his forehead to the window. He wrapped an arm around his unsettled stomach, it was still churning and gurgling, "besides we're gonna see them during all break, let's savor a couple hours without Luke's annoying voice."

"I like Luke's voice," Leo teased him, "it's very deep and smooth."

"God, shut the fuck up," Jonah scoffed, curling up even more and hiding a smile at Leo's amused giggle.

He slept through most of the drive, then woke up in time to gag fruitlessly for fifteen minutes at the airport's bathroom before their flight. Now Leo looked genuinely concerned, as he rubbed Jon's back in the plane, the other man clutching an airsickness bag in his hand.

"Do you think it's a bug?" Leo whispered, feeling Jonah shudder against him.

"I don't know," his voice came out muffled by Leo's jacket, "just feel super fucking nauseous."

"Aw babe," Leo cooed, "try to nap, we should be landing in forty minutes."

It didn't matter how much Jonah tried to sleep it off, though, he couldn't get rid of the churning feeling for long enough to actually doze off. Twice he could feel his stomach's content jump up and scrambled for the bag, only for nothing to come up.

"Maybe it's nerves," Leo theorized once they landed in the Reagan National Airport. He sounded only half concerned, too busy looking around with huge bug eyes, mouth slightly agape, "this place is so fucking pretty, I can't believe it's an airport."

"Your standards are so low," Jonah said, pettily, sitting on a bench with his arms wrapped around his stomach as he waited for their rental car.

Leo wrinkled his nose, rolling his eyes, "yeah, that's how I ended up dating you," he scoffed back, causing Jon to let out a whine and bury his face on Leo's thigh, since the blonde was standing next to him.

"Why did you have to rent this model?" Leo mumbled under his breath as he got in the driver's side, fiddling with the seat, "there are so many buttons, I don't even know how to start the car."

"It was only ten dollars more than a much worse model," Jonah sat down, opening the glove compartment and letting out relieved sigh when he saw plastic bags inside. He grabbed one and opened it on his lap, just in case.

"You're paying a hundred fifty eight dollars a day for this car, Jon," Leo groaned, still trying to understand the vehicle, "it's a five people car, we're just two."

"What if I want to take my little sister driving?" Jonah said and Leo perked up.

"Wait, your sister is gonna be there?" he asked, concerns about the price all but forgotten. Jonah nodded, folding forward and letting out a little sick belch in the bag. He reached wordlessly for the water bottle and Leo pushed it in his hand with a sympathetic wince.

"So says Jasper," Jonah gulped down a mouthful of water, then pushed a button near the ignition, starting the car, "there you go."

Leo's cheeks caught on fire at not having figured it out and he smiled sheepishly, "thanks..." he started to pull the car out of the embark area and turned on the GPS on his phone, "are you excited to see her?"

Jon shrugged, pressing the water bottle to his forehead, "I don't think she'll remember me at all," he admitted quietly, "last time I saw her she was twelve."

"How long ago was that?" Leo frowned, not liking one bit the hint of sadness he could hear in Jonah's voice. He frequently forgot his boyfriend even had a sister.

"Summer before I started college," he leaned back, eyes closed, "five years ago."

"She must be all grown up now," Leo squeezed his leg, "maybe it'll be good. Reconnect with her, get to know her adult version-"

"God, pull over," Jonah groaned, interrupting him and Leo frowned, confused.

"Are you just exagger-"

A sharp gag interrupted him and Leo winced, scrambling to pull over in such a crowded street. No sooner he had parked - in an illegal place, no less - Jonah pushed the door open and he heard a splash of vomit hit the asphalt.

He heaved with all force and Leo flinched as he heard a whimper following the sharp coughs, then even more puke, "that's good babe, better get it out now..."

"Urgh," Jonah whined, straightening up and reaching in the glove compartment for some napkins, "I don't feel any better..."

"It's probably nerves, angel," Leo rubbed his arm, "are you done?"

"I don't know," Jonah grimaced, cheeks puffing up with a soft, queasy burp, "maybe... For now."

"Okay-" Leo reached over him, slamming the door closed, "let me know if you need me to pull over again."

Jon didn't even answer him, only nodded, clearly in pain.

"I can't believe this had to happened right when we're travelling..." he moaned, sometime later as Leo squinted at the GPS, trying to make sense of it, "that's the worst luck."

"You just need to lie down for a bit and take it easy on food, darling, tomorrow you'll be feeling right as rain," Leo said, barely paying attention and then heard a snort from Jonah.

"Damn, the accent jumped out," Jonah teased him lightly, causing Leo to blush.

"Shut up... I think we're lost..." he cringed, "Jon?"

Jonah looked up, then shook his head, "No, take the next left..." he gulped down nervously, "then the second right..."

Leo obeyed, wide eyed watching as the DC scenario started to change. Yes, it still looked like Washington, but it looked... Greener. The houses getting bigger and bigger the more corners he turned.

"Fucking hell, what's that monstrosity," Leo nearly hit the car and he was thankful that the streets had all turned very empty fifteen minutes before. He slowed down so he could look at the looming construction he could see behind beige gates, "what the fuck...."

"That's Luke's place," Jonah said and Leo hit the brakes, turning to him.

"WHa-AT!?" he squealed, his voice breaking with how high it went, "what do you mean Luke's-"

"God," Jonah whined, pushing his door open and gagging again. Nothing came up this time, aside from a little sickly belches and some spit. He straightened up, not bothering to close his door, "yeah..." Jon reached for the water, his voice all raspy, "that's the Atwood-Howard property."

"No one told me Luke lived in a castle," Leo scoffed, reaching to rub Jon's arm, still gaping at the construction. He couldn't see much behind the gates, except for the black roof in the far distance and what looked like a mini forest inside the metal bars.

"It's quite decadent," Jon agreed, rubbing his stomach and bringing up yet another queasy airy burp, "but the Banks property is not that much better, so brace for it."

Leo's hands turned sweaty and his heart picked up, "Jon... Are you sure about this. I don't-"

"It'll be okay," Jonah pressed his forehead to the dashboard, hand blindly reaching out so he could squeeze Leo's leg, "you already know both my parents, they love you, and even if they didn't, nothing is gonna change I love you."

Leo's heart squeezed, "that's sweet and I love you too, but-"

"No buts," Jonah sighed, "I love you, I'm gon- I love you. Just try and enjoy this week."

The blonde let out a nervous nod, starting the car back again. He drove two more streets and then Jonah patted his leg, "we're here."

"Oh, when you guys said you lived near each other I didn't think it was walking distance," Leo raised his eyebrows, then looked around, "uhm... how do we-"

"Go up to the gate, there's a camera."

"Okay..." he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat, which was silly because Jonah was right. He knew his parents already, there was no need to pretend he was anyone but himself. Hell, he liked Jackie! Yet he felt like just entering that estate was going to put him into debt.

"Breathe," Jonah squeezed his shoulder, "breathe, baby, it's just a house..." he grimaced as there was a loud noise and then the gates opened, "there we go."

It was ridiculous. Leo felt like he was straight up high, none of this even looked or felt real. He couldn't wrap his mind around little Jonah growing up in this place.

The main house was made of stone, rising between birches and other trees. It looked fairytale like. There was a main road leading to the house and then around it, to what Leo guessed was the remaining of the construction.

If Luke's house off in the distance had looked like a castle, this one looked like a fancy farmhouse.

"How- I cannot fucking believe-" he groaned, slowing the car to a stop and Jonah let out a little chuckle, then immediately jumped out.

Jon was bracing against the car, taking steadying breathes as his stomach continued to roll and slosh around, when the front door opened and a girly voice squealed, "OH MY GOD, JONAH!"

Leo lifted up his head in time to see Jonah's little sister run out of the house and tackle him into a hug. She certainly wasn't twelve anymore.

Angelina had really curly brown hair, reaching the middle of her back, and she was nearly as tall as her brother, with long skinny legs. She had the same dark skin as Jonah, maybe a shade darker, and big chocolate eyes, currently surrounded by sparkly eyeshadow.

"I missed you so much!" She jumped, squeezing Jonah still and he looked stiff for a moment, before completely melting into the hug.

Leo couldn't hear what he said, but he saw Jon whisper something, before burying his face on his sister's neck, squeezing her in a rib crushing hug.

She squealed as her feet got off the ground, then fell back on her feet like a fairy. Leo felt a smile tug as his lips, she was clearly a sweetheart.

"Look at you," Jonah sounded all choked up, "God, you're so- You're an entire woman now-"

Angelina blushed furiously, shoving his chest off, then her dark eyes paused on Leo and she raised her eyebrows, "Hi! You must be Leo, dad told me all about you!" she circled the car, shaking his hand excitedly, "I'm Angie! I'm so happy to meet you, Jonah never brought anyone home, so-"

"God, Angie, shut up," Jonah cringed, sounding embarrassed and Leo's big smile only widened up.

"No, don't, tell me all about it-" he said conspiratorially, but his good humor was short lived as Jon suddenly groaned.

"Oh god-" and then folded in the middle, disappearing on the other side of the car. Angelina let go off his hand, frowning.

"Jon...?"

"He's okay, it's probably just nerves or a passing bug," Leo said, circling the car and getting ahead of her. He cringed as he found Jonah half crouched down, one arm wrapped around his stomach, a puddle of bile near the toes of his sneakers, sinking in the overly saturated grass.

Leo had no idea how they even had green grass in DC in the middle of December.

"Nerves?" Angie frowned, carefully tiptoeing around the puddle and touching her brother's back, "you get sick because of nerves...?"

Jon groaned, coughing and gagging up yet another mouthful and Leo reached to grab his arm, helping him stand straight. He met Angelina's concerned gaze and grimaced.

"He's going to be fine, I promise..."

"Jon?" she said in a little voice, completely ignoring Leo, "Jon, are you okay..."

He let out a moan, leaning against Leo and nodding, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, "yeah-" his voice was nearly gone and he let out a groan as his throated ached because of the acid, "yeah, I'm fine, sorry..."

He almost collapsed against Leo, who wrapped an arm around his chest, keeping him steady.

"You're alright, I got you," Leo whispered, keeping him straight. Angelina still looked spooked as hell, eyes darting between them.

"You need to lie down," she decided "and a doctor. I'm calling dad."

"Absolutely fucking not," Jonah shook his head, "I am a doctor, you don't need to call Jasper. I'm fine. I just need some water."

She frowned, her round mouth becoming even more pouty, "I don't know..."

"Angie," Jonah rubbed his face, "just help us get inside, how about? I'm alright, darling, I swear."

Much like Leo, Angelina seemed to melt under the pet name and she nodded, grabbing his other arm, even if Leo was holding pretty much all of Jonah's weight.

"Let me show you around," she said, looking at Leo and he smiled, feeling surprisingly welcome. Maybe the trip wouldn't be so bad.

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Is it too late to do a thanksgiving fic… 🧐

[ickynights]

Halloween Saga - Part 8

"You think I have to cut it?" Bella mumbled, feeling Wendy's fingers in her hair. Wendy was being terribly gentle, but still Lucas was watching her like a hawk from across the room.

"No, I don't think so," Wendy tsked under her breath as she inspected the stitch job in the back of Bella's head, "hon, how the fuck did you not feel you had a damn hole in your head?"

"Luke said it's not that bad," Bella whined and he had the decency of blushing, although he was still pretending not to be paying attention to their conversation and going through his phone.

"Well, Luke lied," Wendy traced it on her scalp and Bella shuddered, even if the touch was so gentle she could barely feel it.

"How big is it?"

"About the size of my hand... In a Z format, it starts on your left side near the nape and goes to the top of your right ear."

"Your hands are not that big," Lucas said and Wendy showed him her tongue, dropping Bella's curls back down and helping her seat back against the pillows.

"And the holes the doctor opened...?" Bella inspected her face in the small hand mirror Wendy had brought upon her request, after Lucas had answered, unhelpfully, You look beautiful whenever she asked how the wounds looked.

"It's only four," Wendy lightly touched her over the left ear, "one, two, three, four" her pointer finger stopped on the apex of Bell's head, "they're not large. Impeccable suturing... And he drilled in the middle of the bone flap, that's unusual-"

"Okay, that's enough," Luke planted his hands on his thighs with enough force to cause a clap, springing up, "you're gonna make her sick."

Wendy rolled her eyes, "she's fine!"

"She is right here," Bella groaned, but to Luke's credit she did look vaguely nauseous and Wendy hadn't noticed, "I don't wanna know anymore."

"Sorry, sorry," Wendy blushed, face burning as she pulled her hand back, just as the door opened and Vince walked in.

"Don't you knock?" Bella groaned, sinking against the pillows and letting her eyes slip closed for a minute. Vince cringed, knocking on the now closed door.

"Sorry?"

Wendy shot him a glance and Vince pointed the door with his thumbs, "uhm, Luke, can we chat?"

"Now?" Lucas said, looking nervously between Bella and Vince. She rolled her eyes, sleepily.

"Go, I'm not going to die if you leave me alone for a sec," she smiled and he looked more disappointed than reassured as he nodded and followed Vince outside.

"What does Vin want?" Bella yawned and Wendy snorted.

"Nothing," she pushed a curl away from Bell's eyes, "get your vampire of a husband out in the sun for the first time in four days."

"He does look like a vampire now," Bella giggled, before wincing and shutting up. Wendy scowled at her.

"Are you in pain? You have to tell us, honey, your pain tolerance is really high and-"

Bella let out a shaky breath and said quietly, "no, not in pain..." she gulped down, "I feel kinda sick..."

"Kinda?" Wendy raised an eyebrow, getting up from the little corner of the mattress she was sitting on and crossing the room to grab the emesis basin, "are you going to kinda barf?"

"Maybe," Bella scoffed, taking the basin with a trembling hand. She leaned over it, gagging softly and closing her eyes. Her back arched with a retch a second later and Wendy rushed to steady the basin with one hand, the other keeping the hair away from Bell's mouth.

She heard the ginger retch again, followed by a whimper and then a splash of sick fell in the basin. Bella gasped, "why... Why- It's blood...?"

Wendy glanced down worriedly, before letting out a giggle, letting go of the basin to rub her friend's back, "it's strawberry jell-o, Bell."

"Oh..." Bella groaned, although a small smile tugged at the corner of her lip for a brief moment, quickly wiped away as her stomach clenched again and she had to lean over the bowl.

Wendy hated the whimpers and little groans she could hear, they were so unlike Bella, almost uncanny, "you're alright, darling, shh..." Wendy said, feeling beyond useless and continuing to rub her back, "get it up and then we'll get some nausea medication on you, okay?"

"Hurts, Wendy..." Bella cried quietly and Wendy's heart sunk as she saw tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, whole face scrunched up with pain.

"Your stomach?"

"N-nu-oh god," Bella gagged again, coughing and starting to openly cry, "my head..."

"Okay, okay," Wendy whispered, crouching down and grabbing Bell's shoulders, forcing her to straighten up, "take a deep breath, honey, you're just making yourself sicker."

Bella gagged at the movement, squeezing her eyes shut, but Wendy didn't let go even when it seemed she was going to throw up again. Instead she brought up the bin to place it right under Bell's chin in case she was sick, urging her to breathe out of her mouth.

It took her a minute, but Bella eventually opened her eyes, still staring up, her lashes all clumped together with tears, "I'm fine."

"Yeah, you look fine," Wendy said ironically, lowering the basis and cupping her friend's cheeks, "let me see your eyes, honey."

"I'm okay, really," Bella mumbled, bloodshot blue eyes looking at Wendy. Her pupils were alright, same size.

"Okay, can you drink some water?"

The ginger hesitated, before nodding, "I can try."

"Here, Bell..." Wendy passed her a paper cup with a mini straw sticking out and Bella took it with shaky hands, taking the smallest of sips and then a bigger one when the water didn't make her immediately gag.

She passed the cup back to Wendy, sinking in the pillows, "this sucks."

"You'll be out of here soon," Wendy sat on the edge of the mattress, squeezing her friend's hand, "you're recovering very fast to the extent of the damage."

Bella let out a disbelieving scoff, before she eyed up the small woman before her, "I'm so sorry..."

Wendy's brows connected in confusion, "whatever for...?"

"The party- The band... The drug. I fucked it all up..."

"How was any of that your fault, Bells?" Wendy's frown broke in a smile and she tugged lightly on Bella's hospital gown when she didn't get a reaction, "I don't blame you for any of that, Bella."

"I hired the band, I got that creep near you. I left you alone, with my glass-"

"Nonsense," Wendy rolled her eyes, "none of that is your fault. By this logic, then it's my fault you had to have brain surgery."

Bella frowned, confused, "no, it's not-"

"Then it's settled, the party is also not your fault," Wendy grinned when the ginger made a face, clearly wanting to argue against the logic trap.

They quieted up and Wendy was sure Bella was about to doze off, when instead she opened her eyes, looking around the room and smiling.

"Thank you for the flowers, by the way..." she yawned, chin touching her collarbone as Bella's energy started to die down once again.

Wendy frowned, "I didn't send you flowers, honey..." she looked around the room for the first time, since all the times she had been inside, her entire focus had been on Bella.

The ginger frowned, "Jonah's?"

"I don't think so," Wendy got up, inspecting the collection of orchids and roses that littered the room, "maybe it was Luke?"

"Lucas hasn't shaved all week, he didn't buy me flowers," Bella yawned, blinking against sleep, "maybe Leo."

"Maybe," Wendy relented, not saying out loud that she doubted it. She heard Bella let out a sleepy sigh and then quiet down as she dozed off behind her, so Wendy crouched next to a big vase, turning it around to reveal a simple white card. It wasn't handwritten, someone had called the flower shop, not bought the flowers themselves.

"Get well soon, Kit" Wendy read out loud, turning her head to look at Bella, but the other woman was out like a lamp, "what a jerk," Wendy whispered under her breath, putting the card back in place.

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Vince wasn't expecting Lucas to leave the room so easily, so it was much to his surprise when Wendy's plan to get their friend out of the ICU for a couple hours worked.

"So?" Luke asked, rubbing a hand over his face, "what did you wanna talk about...?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering the last time you ate. Or slept. Or showered. Or-"

"Fuck off, Vin," Lucas groaned, turning around to go back in Bella's room, but Vince reached out and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, keeping him in place easily, like a person holding a cat by the scruff.

"Hey! Vince, let me go-"

"Bella isn't going to die if you step away from her for a little bit," Vince pulled him away from the door, "we're gonna have lunch and then stop by your place so you can get out of these clothes, because frankly Luke, you desperately need a shower. Some sleep wouldn't hurt either."

"I don't know..." Lucas looked at the door again, "she's-"

"Fine, she's fine. Wendy is with her and her mom is coming in a couple hours to spend the night. You're leaving, c'mon," Vince pushed his best friend in front of him and started nudging Luke down the hallway.

He wasn't surprised at all when Luke tried to insist on driving, but upon being shoved on the passenger's seat he had promptly fallen asleep. Vince rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel and leaning back with a yawn of his own as he drove the short distance between the hospital and Lucas' house.

"We're here," Vince quelled the big brother urge to poke Luke as hard as he could, instead settling for a gentle shake of his arm, "Luke, we're here, c'mon..."

Lucas blinked dizzily, seeming to be lost, so Vince circled the car and opened his door, "c'mon, bro, you can pass out inside..." he grabbed Luke's arm, manhandling him out of the car and his best friend slumped against him, still half asleep.

Together they stumbled inside, Vince saying a simple "nu-uh," when Lucas tried to fall down on the couch, pushing him further inside the house.

Luke's bed was still undone, the entire house was a mess, but not that the man cared, because he immediately fell into it and buried his face in Bella's pillow, letting out a big sigh, "I could sleep until next year."

Vince snorted at the comment after he had been such a pain about leaving the hospital, moving around the room to grab the ditched clothes and blankets, opening a window, "tell me about it."

He thought Lucas was back asleep, so Vince nearly jumped out of his skin when he finished sorting up the bathroom and walked back in the room and Luke said, "I was a dick to her."

"Jesus, don't do that," Vince whispered, clutching his chest, before he frowned as he understood what Lucas said, "to Bell?"

He nodded, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, "and then she wasn't... She was so scared, Vin, and I couldn't do anything and- And I thought she'd die and-" his voice broke and Vince winced in sympathy, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"She didn't die, Luke," he said softly, "and couples fight, it was just a terrible coincidence that you guys fought that night. Bella knows how much you love her..."

Lucas shook his head, half sitting up on the bed and pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, "I was so fucking useless. She- She nearly died and-"

Vince lunged forward as he noticed Lucas' breath catching, his whole face red. He tugged on his shirt and pulled his best friend into a hug and it was all that it took for Luke to let out the tears he was trying, and failing, to keep away.

He shook with a string of sobs and Vince pressed his cheek to Luke's temple, squeezing him tightly, "she's okay, you're both okay," he whispered into his best friend's hair and the other man let out a watery scoff, hugging him back just as tight.

It took far too long for the sobs to stop and for Vince to feel like he could pull back. Once he finally did, Lucas hurried to wipe the red tear marks, sniffling as he said with a rough voice, "sorry-"

"Don't apologize to me," Vince flicked at his forehead with a fond eyeroll, "I'm going to order us dinner, you go wash up," he got up from the bed, giving Luke a little bit of privacy to collect himself.

The sun had already set outside when they met in Luke and Bell's tiny living room, with bags of take out between them, some movie playing on the background that neither of them was paying attention to. Now clean shaved and with his humid hair falling limply around his face, Lucas looked ten years younger.

"You know, I'm actually eager to go back to classes," Vince said and Lucas let out a little snort, angrily stabbing a veggie in his bowl of ramen.

"Feels stupid," he scoffed, "feels like a waste of my time."

"You don't mean that," Vince rolled his eyes, "you don't mean this at all, you're the one who loves college."

Lucas leveled him with a sad, empty stare, "what are you going to do in six months when we graduate?"

Vince's eyebrows shot up as he was faced with the direct question, "well, get a new place for starters."

"Right," Luke urged him to go on, gesturing with his chopsticks, "not moving in with Wendy then."

"I don't think so, no," Vince shrugged, "get a new place, start looking for a job in education. Troy said he'd want me to keep working at the museum, bigger shifts, presenting the expositions... I like doing that, I'm not bothered," he stared at the bottom of his bowl, "you?"

Lucas shrugged and Vince waited until the silence turned uncomfortable, "Luke?"

"I don't fucking know," Lucas said sourly and Vince tried to figure out if the bitterness was genuine or just a product of the hellish five days that had passed, "I always said politics, but... Running for something? Feels- I don't know, I don't think I want that anymore."

"You got two degrees, Luke, you can do whatever you want," Vince pointed out gently, "have you talked with Bella about this?"

He shook his head, biting the end of the wooden chopstick, "I'm embarrassed of telling her I have no fucking idea what I'm gonna do with myself. She's been working since she was legally allowed to- Hell, before that, actually. She's got it all figured out... I just-" he snapped his mouth shut, "college was easier."

Vince opened a lopsided grin, "yeah, that's kinda the whole point," he said, leaning back against the cushions, "you have time to figure it out, you're freaking yourself out like you do, Luke."

"I should've taken business," Lucas sighed and Vince raised an eyebrow.

"Business?" he repeated, food forgotten, "you hate business. You're almost flunking statistics. Why-"

"Dad said I should've gone for business, I'd get a job in running the managing side of his career-"

"Fuck that," Vince shook his head, "fuck that, and sorry, but fuck your dad too, he clearly doesn't know you. You'd be miserable, Lucas."

"At least I wouldn't be useless," his friend said quietly, rubbing at his forehead, "I keep thinking- I'm that guy who peaked in high school, Vince, except it was college. That's it. And- And I convinced Bella to get back with me and now I married her and one day she's going to realize she can do so much better-"

"You're spiraling," Vince kicked his friend's thigh lightly, rolling his eyes, "you don't mean any of that, Luke. You're spiraling because you haven't slept in five days and because you had to feel powerless and scared when Bella was unresponsive and because you talked with your stupid dad-"

"It doesn't make anything I said less true," Lucas glared at him and Vince let out a tired sigh.

"You didn't peak in college, Luke, and Bella loves you. She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon. You're just scared, dude, and that's fine, I am too-"

"No, you're not," Lucas pointed out, "you know what you're going to do, you'll be like the school's coolest teacher and probably become a principal in five years or whatever-"

"I hate doing management, I'd never become a principal," Vince grinned, "I think that you should talk about this with Bell. That's the point, right? You married the girl, you wanna spend the rest of your life with her... Then maybe talk about the rest of your life."

"Psych major much?"

"I'm getting my milage out of psych 101," Vince said humorously, smiling sadly, "so... Is your dad coming over? Jonah mentioned you called him..."

"Nah," Lucas' tentative smile vanished, replaced by a polite, painful one. Something automatic, "he's busy."

"He's busy," Vince repeated, trying to wrap his mind around it. Trying to imagine if his dad wouldn't show up if Wendy had been at the hospital for five days and Vince been beyond distraught.

"Yeah, he's launching a new Christmas album, so it's a whole thing," Lucas picked at his nails, "it's fine. I talked with Chloe-"

"Chloe?" Vince frowned, once again feeling left out. He always had this sensation whenever Lucas' background came up. Like he didn't know his best friend at all, "who the fuck is Chloe?"

"She's dad's insurance broker," Luke explained, "she's the one who got the specialist from Boston when I told her what was going on-"

"You told- Have you talked with him since?" Vince wanted to rattle Lucas, explain to him that that wasn't normal. That fathers weren't supposed to be like that, "hell, has he even called to ask about Bella?"

"He sent flowers," Luke shrugged, "trust me, he knows exactly what's going on here. He'd microchip me like a chimp if he was allowed," sounding more like himself, Lucas rolled his eyes and Vince looked away from him.

"He sent flowers," he bit the inside of his cheek, munching on the anger, thinking of Jonah's face when he mentioned Luke had called his father, the annoyance he had seen there. Vin forcefully shook his head to push the thoughts away, "are you done? You should go to sleep."

"Thank dad," Luke said cheekily, pushing the now cold ramen around, "I'm not that hungry to be honest... I... Thank you. For taking me out of the hospital and-" he gestured with his head, "everything else."

Vince shrugged, yawning against his hand, "I was doing everyone else a favor, you needed to shower," he teased and Lucas snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Will you stay?"

"If you want m-"

"Yeah, please," he nodded eagerly and Vince hummed in agreement.

"But we're sharing the bed, I refuse to sleep in this tiny couch," he said, causing Lucas to chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, you just like cuddling."

"Please, you snore."

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Apple Pie and Beer Don’t Mix

cw- underage drinking, emeto, fainting

summary- Seongmin drunkenly mistakes his upset belly as him being hungry, chaos ensues.

  "Well, aren't you just the cutest angel ever," Ivan cooed, wrapping his arms around Seongmin's waist. "Are you ready to go, honey? The party started a while ago."

  Seongmin giggled softly, allowing himself to relax into Ivan's embrace. "I never thought I'd hear a devil say that," he teased, "I'm ready now. We better get there before all the food's gone." With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he linked his arm with Ivan's, walking them towards Ivan's car.

  It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the party. Their friends Giana and Mila were throwing a halloween party, which Seongmin practically begged Ivan to attend.

  The house was decked out with Halloween decorations, every room illuminated by the cozy, warm light of orange string lights. As Seongmin entered, he couldn't help but notice the enticing aroma of apple pie wafting from the kitchen. Mila was always known to be an excellent baker and it partially played a part into why Seongmin had been so insistent on attending.

  "Seongmin, I've missed you so much!" A voice suddenly appeared behind him.

  Seongmin turned, surprised by the unexpected voice. He gasped in delight when he saw his friend Giana, whom he hadn't seen in ages. "Giana! I've missed you too! How have you been?"

  Giana grinned and replied, "I've been doing good, just focusing on school and all that. How about you? I see you've brought someone tonight." Giana teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

  Seongmin blushed and wrapped his arm around Ivan's, "This is Ivan, we just started dating recently." Seongmin answered, suddenly feeling shy.

"Nice to meet you, Ivan! You guys look really cute together," Giana greeted, playfully nudging Seongmin's arm. "Oh, and before I forget, Mila's brother got a few bottles of alcohol. Feel free to grab some if y'all wanna drink tonight." Giana offered, before walking off to another room.

Seongmin, being only 18 and rarely ever drank, let alone in a party setting. He was a bit hesitant, but somehow, the idea of being a little tipsy while surrounded by his boyfriend and friends didn't seem like such a terrible idea.

As the evening wore on, Seongmin found himself more relaxed and began to enjoy a drink or five in the company of his friends. The atmosphere of the Halloween party, the laughter, and the enchanting surroundings made it a night to remember.

What Seongmin didn't realize, though, was how much his stomach couldn't handle large amounts of alcohol whatsoever. His belly was a gurgling mess, but Seongmin was way too out of it to notice.

It wasn't until he ventured off to the kitchen, he noticed how noisy his belly had become. 'You must be really hungry.' Seongmin thought, frowning while rubbing his belly slowly.

He was about to turn around and head towards the food table located in the living room when he noticed a large apple pie sitting on the kitchen counter. Seongmin knew he shouldn't steal food he hadn't been given permission to eat, but the appetizing aroma wafting from the pie was more than enough to make common sense vanish. The temptation was just too great.

Unable to resist, Seongmin cut himself a generous slice of the delectable pie and took a bite. The sweet, warm filling melted in his mouth, and he closed his eyes, savoring the taste. It was a moment of indulgence, what he thought would be a comforting remedy to the discomfort he'd been feeling. The first piece had been so satisfying that Seongmin couldn't help but go for more. He cut another slice, and then another, and before he knew it, he had devoured a significant portion of the pie. Each bite was a mix of sugary nostalgia and spicy guilt.

Just as Seongmin was about to go in for another piece, he heard someone clear their throat from behind him. He whipped his head around, heart beating fast realizing he'd been caught.

"So that's where you went," Ivan said, his eyes focusing on his boyfriend's very noticeable bloated belly. "Honey, please tell me you didn't eat almost that entire pie," he continued, feeling his drunken daze instantly wearing off.

Seongmin pouted and put down his fork. "I don't want to lie to you," he slurred, hiccuping slightly. Now that Seongmin was no longer entranced by his sudden sense of starvation, he felt just how upset his belly was.

It was gurgling and groaning, loud enough that he was sure Ivan could hear. His belly was pressed against his pants, practically begging to be freed. He could feel the contents of his stomach churning angrily, threatening to come up at any second.

Ivan's expression shifted from amusement to concern as he looked at Seongmin's overindulged state. He gently reached out and placed a hand on Seongmin's shoulder, his voice filled with worry. "Seongmin, are you okay? You really shouldn't eat so much of pie. You know too much sugar always makes you sick." He scolded, guiding Seongmin away from the pie.

  "Mm sorry." Seongmin mumbled, curling into Ivan's side as a cramp tore through his upper belly, “Didn’t realize what I was doing.”

Ivan wrapped his arm around Seongmin’s waist, offering support. “It’s okay, love. I can tell you aren’t exactly in your right mind,” Ivan chuckled half-heartedly. “Why don’t we head back to my house now? It’s pretty late, and everyone’s already leaving.”

Seongmin nodded drowsily, allowing Ivan to lead him to the car. After quick farewells to their friends, they headed back to Ivan’s house. Thankfully, Seongmin’s stomach cooperated, sparing the passenger seat of Ivan’s car from an unpleasant incident.

However, as soon as Ivan helped him out of the front seat, Seongmin’s stomach decided it had finally had enough. Within seconds, Seongmin toppled over, brown, sludgy vomit spraying from his lips.

Ivan rushed to grab hold of his boyfriend, concern etched across his face. “Good lord, Seongmin. I didn’t think it would happen that fast,” he said, his voice filled with worry

Seongmin retched another wave of sickness, swaying slightly, his body growing weaker by the second. He managed to mumble, “Mm gonna faint,” before going completely limp in Ivan’s arms.

Panicking, Ivan carefully took Seongmin into his arms, his heart racing as he carried his limp boyfriend to lay him gently on the living room couch. He quickly covered Seongmin with a soft blanket and then stood there, his mind racing with worry, not knowing what to do next. Ivan desperately wished he could make Seongmin feel better, but he was uncertain about the best course of action. He considered calling for medical help but wanted to assess the situation first, hoping that Seongmin would regain consciousness soon. Ivan's thoughts were a jumble of concern and fear as he anxiously watched over his boyfriend, willing him to wake up.

Just as Ivan was about to dial for help, he felt a sudden movement next to him. His heart leaped with relief as Seongmin slowly stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. Ivan's worried expression gave way to a mixture of concern and relief as he leaned closer, gently placing a hand on Seongmin's forehead. "You're awake," Ivan whispered, relief evident in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

Seongmin blinked groggily, his memory slowly returning to him. He swallowed hard, still feeling queasy, “I’m…not great,” he admitted weakly, a sheepish look on his face. “I’m so sorry, Ivan. I ruined our night.”

Ivan gave a reassuring smile and gently brushed a stray strand of hair off of Seongmin’s face. “Honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” Ivan said, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. “Don’t worry about anything right now. Let’s just focus on getting you to feel better, alright?”

“Promise me you’re not mad I puked all over your mom’s driveway.” Seongmin pouted, gagging slightly at the memory.

Ivan chuckled softly, his affection for Seongmin evident in his eyes. "I promise, I'm not mad at all. It was an accident, and accidents happen. Besides, we can always clean it up. What matters most is that you're okay." He brushed Seongmin's cheek with his thumb, offering reassurance and love, “I can’t say that my mom won’t be mad though.”

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My apology fic for being so inactive :,) hopefully college calms down soon and I’ll be able to write more. Hope you enjoyed! <3 Happy halloween 🎃

[ickynights]

working on a seongmin and ivan halloween special 🫢

here’s a hint 🥧🍺

[ickynights]

Hmm okay. Sorry in advance for the mini essay but here goes!

How about a CainexQuinn fic where the two of them are having a cozy weekend or couple days off and have been doing fun and cutesy Fall things like visiting a pumpkin patch/fall carnival, going apple picking, etc. Quinn’s tummy starts to get a little upset early on in the day but he brushes it off and chalks it up to the sweets he’s been overindulging on. He thinks he’s being discreet but there’s no hiding from Caine, especially when Caine has been able to hear the rumbling of Quinn’s tummy for the past hour and a half. Caine subtly comforts Quinn while they’re in public, pretending to be unaware. After they’re all done with outings, they go home to hole up in a blanket fort in bed and have a cozy afternoon watching movies but poor Quinn’s tum has only gotten progressively more upset throughout the beginning of the first movie. Turns out he’s coming down with case of food poisoning or a tummy bug!

Lots of comfort and fluff (but also nsfw grossness if you’re down lmao)

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sorry for making you wait so long anon 😭, I've been studying for exams and shit so I haven't really had the motivation. However, here it is, a little different to what you requested because it has been sitting in my docs for years, but i hope you still enjoy :)).

it's also quite long hehe.

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Quinn’s stomach was beginning to ache. He knew he shouldn’t have eaten a big brunch on top of all the lollies he had been snacking on. But, who could blame him? It was Halloween season and Caine loved to keep their stash of lollies topped up all the time. 

They were currently walking through the botanical gardens in their city, the day was sunny and there was a cool breeze to combat the humidity. They had set up some Halloween decorations, bats and orange pumpkins filled the paths. Caine was holding his hand the whole time, ranting about anything and everything. Quinn’s stomach gurgled faintly, mixing up the food and sending a spike of pain through his middle. He felt icky. Sweaty and an acidic burn was resting in his throat. 

“Look, Quinn, ducks!” Caine pointed ahead of them at a pair of Paradise Ducks waddling along the path. People were crouched down and snapping photos of them. Caine dragged him along to get closer. “Aw, man I love ducks. I wish I could pat them.” 

Quinn smiled. “Yeah, if only we could keep it as a pet.” Caine sighed while staring at them. He quickly pulled out his phone to take a photo, letting Quinn’s hand go in the process. He crouched to get a good photo and Quinn put his hand on his stomach, resting it on the most sore part. It rumbled as he did so, hopefully Caine hadn’t heard that. 

The other stood up, quickly reviewing his photos and taking Quinn’s hand again. They kept walking, through the arches and under the shades of trees. They made their way to a cafe area, with a pond and even more ducks. Caine gasped and quickly went over. 

“They’re feeding them! Let’s go inside, maybe they have food for them.” Quinn followed his excited boyfriend inside, letting him run ahead. The air conditioned cafe was like walking into a freezer, goosebumps immediately popped up all over Quinn’s arms. He folded them and went to Caine. The other was speaking to one of the workers and was handed two little bags full of sunflower seeds. 

“Here, these are for the ducks.” It was hard to not smile when Caine handed him the bag. He looked so elated to be doing this. Quinn pushed aside his pain for a moment and went to feed the ducks. They were aggressive little things, pecking and biting at Quinn’s palm. He chuckled as one of them hopped up right in front of Caine, eager to get the seeds in his own hand. Quinn tipped some more onto his hand and tossed them straight into the water, the ducks quacking and splashing around for them. As he watched, the splashing of the waves mimicked his belly; violent and nauseating. He hugged his middle subtly, forcing down the acidic belch that wanted to come up his throat. 

“I’m all out. Have you got any left?” Caine’s voice said next to him. He looked over and handed Caine the rest of his bag. “Are you sure?” He asked, already reaching for it. 

“Yeah, go ahead. I’m just going to find a bathroom.” Caine nodded, already engrossed in his duck feeding task. Quinn stood up. His stomach sloshed inside him like a washing machine, making him put his hand dead centre on his belly. Quinn forced a burp, the action doing nothing to help. He made his way to the cafe bathroom, quickly glancing in the mirror at his sweaty reflection before going inside one of the stalls. 

His stomach gurgled again, squeezing and churning. He hugged his stomach, rubbing along the tightest part and forcing up more burps. He cringed as some stomach acid came up, and spit it out into the toilet. God, he felt disgusting. He knew he shouldn’t have eaten so many lollies, it was bound to give him a tummy ache. He groaned at another gurgle, this one lasting a long painful few seconds. Time seemed to slow down the longer he stayed there, he felt like he was about to vomit everything up but also he felt like he was going to collapse. Quinn was genuinely considering whether there had been poison in those lollies. 

He heard the main door open. “Quinn? You in here?” 

Quinn tried to sort himself out in 3 seconds. He opened the door and smiled at his boyfriend. “Hey.” 

“Are you alright? You sort’ve disappeared for ages.” Caine approached him as he went to wash his hands. He put his hand gently on Quinn’s back. 

“Yup, I’m fine.” He knew he wasn’t really putting on a good act but, his tummy hurt, okay. 

Caine nodded, seemingly convinced. “Alright, should we head home then? We can grab some snacks at the supermarket, there’s one like five minutes from here.” 

More snacks, which probably meant more lollies. Quinn didn’t want to put a damper on Caine’s mood so he just agreed and followed him out of the bathroom. As they were leaving, Quinn felt his stomach turn, a queasy rumble echoing out of it. He bit his lip at the feeling, hating how it made his knees shake. Caine’s hand was the one thing connecting him to Earth at this point, so he squeezed it tighter as they followed the path. The other turned to smile at him as he did so. 

He leaned over, kissing Quinn’s cheek. “I had fun today. Let’s go home and watch a movie to relax, yeah?” 

That sounded like just what he needed. “Sounds good.” 

The supermarket was blissfully cold, Quinn was tempted to stay right where the meat was just to stay cool. He followed Caine around like a puppy as he picked up some dinner things and just as he predicted, more lollies. Fruitbursts, Maltesers, Skittles, Sour Snakes; Quinn’s stomach was already feeling the effects of those. They eventually left the shop with their haul and made their way back to the car. 

The trip was awful. He was barely speaking, unable to open his mouth without fearing everything would come back up. Quinn stared out the window as his vision wobbled, his stomach gurgling angrily at him. Caine not saying anything about it was a mystery. They were at a red light and Caine looked over. 

“Did you have fun today?” 

Quinn forced his head around. If anything, he was going to be nice to his boyfriend. “Yeah, it was relaxing to walk around the gardens.” 

“Good, I had fun too.” He put his hand on Quinn’s thigh, rubbing his thumb across Quinn’s jeans. Butterflies overtook Quinn’s upset tummy, floating around like the way Caine’s hair flittered along with the blow of the air conditioner. He stared at the love of his life. 

“I love you.” 

Quinn would never get over the way Caine’s cheeks went rosy as he said those words. Every time without fail. “Love you too.” He leaned over for a quick kiss before the lights turned green. The moment ended and Quinn stared back out the window. Despite his insides destroying him, he was quite content. Of course, this didn’t last very long. When he got out of the car, he felt his stomach drop down to his feet and a thick wave of undigested rubbish sloshed inside him. He put a hand to his middle. 

“Can you grab this bag?” Caine was half way out of the car, thrusting his hand back out with a shopping bag in it. Quinn rushed over and took it, the weight pulling his arms down. 

“Jesus, did you buy bricks without me knowing?” 

Caine pulled his head out of the boot, shutting it with a slam. “You must have the milk. Come on, let’s get inside.” 

The sun made their shadows long as they walked to the front door. Caine fished out his keys with difficulty, but eventually they were both inside with bags lining the bench. Quinn felt his stomach grumble and he went to sit on the couch, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. The couch dipped next to him. 

Caine’s warm hand softly touched Quinn’s nape. “Let’s have an easy night, huh? Something quick for dinner and then we can watch a movie.” 

Quinn just nodded, leaning into his touch and closing his eyes. Everything felt at peace when Caine was around, even when he felt sick. His head had progressively gotten worse on the drive home, he felt foggy and loopy. He had a feeling if he was asked to walk in a perfectly straight line he would fail on the second step. He sank further down, leaning his head on Caine’s shoulder. 

His stomach chose right now to make a fuss. It cramped inside him and he flinched, a noise of discomfort falling from his mouth. He couldn’t resist turning his head inwards to Caine’s neck. 

“Tired?” Quinn nodded. He felt like he’d been hit by a bus. This tired was the kind of tired he got when he came back from skiing, like weights were attached to every single part of his body and they just kept getting heavier. He must have a fever. 

Caine kissed his head. “You stay here. I’ll make us something.” His warmth disappeared and Quinn almost fell. However, he lowered himself to lay on the couch, wrapping his arms around his middle and tucking his knees up. On his side, his belly was gurgling louder than it had all day, desperately trying to digest what was inside. He moaned and hugged tighter. He wanted Caine to notice his distress, needing some much needed comfort after an awful day. Quinn went to stand, his head spinning once he got upright, and made his way to the kitchen. 

Caine had his head in the fridge, tapping his fingers on the door. 

“Babe?” 

Caine’s head emerged, hair flopping over his eyes. “Yeah?” 

Quinn shuffled forward, feeling much like a child who had thrown up in his bed. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and came to rest on Caine’s shoulder. The other wrapped his arms around Quinn, “What is it?” 

“I don’t feel good.” 

Caine chuckled, rubbing Quinn’s back. “I see. Bad, how?” He grabbed Quinn’s shoulders and held him out at arms length. Quinn was barely keeping his eyes open, everything was hitting him at once and all he wanted was to lie down with his boyfriend and rest. 

“Bad everything.” He whined, pushing through Caine’s grip and slotting himself back into his boyfriend’s chest. He heard the rumble of Caine’s laugh and his strong arms wrapping around his body again. This was where Quinn needed to stay forever. 

“Okay, do you need the bathroom?” As those words left Caine’s mouth, he felt his stomach get considerably worse. The churning intensified and the shakiness of his knees increased tenfold. He gripped Caine’s arms. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it there.” 

Caine’s eyes narrowed. “What do you-” Quinn cut him off by promptly turning towards the sink and spewing out his undigested stomach contents. He spluttered and grabbed his belly, hating how it contracted and brought up more burning stomach acid. Quinn hiccuped. 

“F-fuck me this hurts.” Caine’s hand rested on his back and the other smoothed back Quinn’s fringe from his face. He coughed again, feeling the lollies from earlier rocket up his throat and splatter into the drain. Quinn cringed at a cramp that made his back curl forward, head almost hitting the tap. His belly gurgled fiercely and he gripped it tight, spitting up more chunks of chocolate and gummy lollies. 

Caine rubbed his back. “Have you been feeling this bad all day?” 

Before Quinn could give him an answer, his stomach decided now was the perfect time to cramp and send him burping up more sick. He moaned, knees buckling and forearms smashing into the corner of the bench. “Ooh, babe.” Caine said, his arms now wrapping around Quinn’s middle to keep him steady. 

Quinn’s forehead scrunched up, god, he felt awful. It felt like his fever was just getting worse the more he kept standing, he was desperate to turn the cold water on and stick his head under it. Caine’s hands ran along his bloated belly, fingertips softly gliding across it and Quinn focused on it. 

“You alright?” Caine said. 

Quinn nodded minutely. “Just trying to focus on not falling over.” He breathed out, calming his racing heart and trying desperately to ignore the constant grumbling of his stomach. 

Soon enough, the world stopped spinning and his nausea lowered. He had just been panting over the sink, saliva dripping rhythmically onto the stainless steel. Quinn groaned, letting his head drop. 

“Finished?” Caine’s hands moved off his middle and came to sit above Quinn’s tailbone. The other nodded, spitting out the final remnants of acid and food. He slowly turned around with his arms resting on the bench. 

“Yep. Can we just relax now?” 

“Of course.” 

After all that, Caine had left Quinn to the couch while he gathered up supplies. Supplies meaning pillows, blankets, and a bucket, just in case. He came back, and set everything up and he ended up making a little fort for the two of them to stay in. It was cute. 

“Master architect right here.” Caine said, hands resting proudly on his hips. 

Quinn nodded. “Changing career paths?” 

“The building world needs someone like me.” He said with a big grin on his face. He grabbed Quinn’s hands and gently pulled him up, kissing his nose. “You're warm. And you smell like fever. No need to fear though, just sit down here and I’ll be back with some meds.” 

Quinn smiled at Caine’s antics, sitting down. Caine came back pretty quickly, settling himself down and presenting the pills from behind his back. “Now, take small sips while taking these.” 

He did, and then the two quickly got snuggled under the blankets and down on the pillows. Quinn smiled. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

Caine seemed pleased with himself. “No worries, I love taking care of you. Speaking of?” He lifted up his hand and made eyes at Quinn’s stomach. Quinn laughed and nodded, moving closer so Caine could rub his stomach. 

“I think I’ve got the stomach flu or something.” 

“Yeah, I figured. I’ll look after you for as long as you need though.” Caine kissed his cheek, keeping his head there for a moment. The two were silent for a few minutes, Quinn quietly enjoying the pampering. An upset gurgle interrupted them. 

“Mmh, it hurts.” He whined. The next few days were going to be awful. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Just relax. Focus on my hand.” Caine’s hand ran up Quinn’s arms and sides. He trickled his touch around Quinn’s shoulders and gently played with his hair. “Feel this?” He poked Quinn’s thigh. 

Quinn nodded with his eyes closed. “Okay. Now this?” Another poke, this time on Quinn’s elbow. “Just focus on my touch, love. Ignore the feelings inside your belly.” His hand lay flat on his chest, up to his neck and gently across his collarbones. He poked his chin now, bringing a smile out of Quinn. 

“There we are. Don’t worry about anything else.” Besides the rustling of fabric, and Caine’s occasional comment the room was peaceful. Quinn was slowly falling asleep and the sickness inside him faded into the background. 

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[ickynights]

Autumn's First Sickfic Part Two

Alrighty, this is a little all-over-the-place, but it's done! It was so fun to write Payton as caretaker for a change.

Read Part One Here

CW: emeto, fever, confusion, sickness, insecurity, familial issues, jealousy, awkwardness, undressing (maybe vaguely n**w?), stomach noises, belly rubs, brief indirect mention of Lucy's emetophobia.

Word Count: 5,000+

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Payton slipped their phone halfway from the pocket of their apron, pursing their lips when they saw it was a call from Autumn. It wrung their heart slightly to let it ring out, but they had to let their phone drop away again so that they could serve the two customers waiting in line. 

When their phone began buzzing a second time, though, they started to feel an itch of worry in their gut. 

“Paul,” they said, snagging the attention of their coworker who had previously been wiping down tables. “Could you be on the till for a few minutes?” 

“Absolutely, boss.” 

Payton threw Jake – who was on drinks – an apologetic smile. “Bathroom break,” they said quietly, waiting to get the nod from him, before ducking out the back of the shop and into the staff changing room.  

“Hello, baby, are you okay?” they said softly as they answered, in case Autumn was still half-asleep and calling them. 

“Payton, hey. This is Leigh. Autumn’s friend.” 

Payton’s stomach dropped. What? 

“So, Autumn’s really sick, and she keeps asking for you. Is there any way you could come by the student centre and pick her up?” 

“What do you mean? Autumn stayed home today,” Payton said, even though it was evident by the fact that her college friend was calling from her phone that she very much hadn’t stayed home today. 

Leigh hummed. “Nope. She’s in the bathroom next to the student theatre. Throwing up, crying –” 

“Crying?” Payton found that they were clutching the front of their apron, nails sinking into the fabric. 

“Yeah.” Leigh sounded as surprised as Payton felt. Anyone who knew Autumn knew that she rarely cried. “I think she’s got a fever or something. So, can you come and get her?” 

“I-I’m at work,” Payton breathed, feeling on the verge of tears themself. “Can you… Could you call her mother? Maybe she can –” 

“I, uh –” It sounded as though Leigh had puffed out her cheeks and exhaled roughly. “I’ve suggested that, and it made her even more upset, and that’s why I’m calling you. Can you get here?” 

Payton stepped frantically to the other side of the dressing room, turned around, made their way back to where they’d started. Their lungs felt shrivelled and achy in their chest. 

Couldn’t leave work without letting the shop down. 

Couldn’t help Autumn without leaving work. 

Couldn’t leave work without – 

“Everything okay?” 

Payton swung around, almost dropping their phone in when they realised Jake was standing behind them.  

Their knees felt like jelly at being caught on the phone by a workplace superior – it barely even occurred to them then that they were practically on the same tier as Jake nowadays, in everything but job title and wage, and that they really shouldn’t have felt quite so much like a child sneaking sweets before dinner. 

“S-sorry. Sorry, Jake, um… Autumn’s pretty sick at college, sh-she’s feverish and throwing up and she’s asking for me…” 

“Go, then.” 

“What?” they breathed. 

Jake shrugged. “I’ll stay and close. You can close for me on Friday instead.” 

Go, you idiot, Payton tried to tell themself, take the opportunity, accept the kindness. But their brain seemed intent on fighting them at every possible turn.  

“Annie would kill me,” they choked out. 

“For delegating a task that you were no longer able to fill yourself?” Jake gave another shrug. “Sounds like good management to me.” 

“But… you booked this evening off.” 

Jake’s shoulders went up towards his ears again, this time pulling a little tighter to his neck. “To sit at home by myself and watch the season premier of a TV show. It’ll still be there for me to watch, whether I make it home by seven or by midnight.” 

“But –” 

“Payton,” Jake half-laughed. “Stop arguing, and go get your girl.” 

Payton nodded, then realised with a start that they had lowered their phone all the way to their waist. They pressed it to their ear whilst also pulling open their locker to liberate their hoodie. “Leigh? Are you still there?” 

“I am.” 

Payton started tugging their apron off over their head. “I’ll be there in twenty-six minutes.” 

“That’s weirdly specific,” Leigh said, “but okay.” 

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Autumn wasn’t sure how long she spent by the toilet before she was guided away. She didn’t even remember who had brought her here, to the plush, lime green sofas that were dotted around the common area of the student centre, whether it was Dixon or Leigh or both. When she rose from the feverish haze in order to wrinkle up her nose at the stench of bad coffee from the open-plan caf�� and the sporadic noise of groups of students going about their day, she realised that she had her head on Dixon’s shoulder.  

Her first thought was that she’d better not have drooled on his t-shirt; he’d had enough of her bodily fluids ruining his belongings for one day. The thought alone made her breath hitch, and she pulled away from him, covering her face with her hands to disguise a sob or a retch or both. 

“Oh – you okay?” 

There was the sound of a plastic bag being unfolded, and Autumn opened her eyes to see said plastic bag being held out under her face. 

“I-I’m okay for now,” she stammered, but she reached out and took the plastic bag from Leigh’s hands anyway. She gingerly tucked it right-side-up between her knees for quick access.  

“How long have you had that bag ready?” Dixon asked. 

Leigh laughed. “Since before we left the bathroom.” 

“You’re brilliant. I mean, that was a... brilliant idea.” 

A brief flash of self-consciousness made Autumn very aware of the fact that Dixon and Leigh were sitting at either side of her, and being stuck between the pair of them felt profoundly uncomfortable. She rubbed at her forehead, still in complete disbelief that she was this sick, this publicly. She considered these people to be her friends, sure, but they didn’t need to see her like this. They certainly didn’t need her eating into their time. 

“Oh, look,” Dixon whispered, nudging her gently. “Look who it is.” 

Autumn gave a dazed groan as she lifted her head. 

“Huh,” Leigh said. “Twenty-six minutes.” 

For a second, surprise chased out the headiness of Autumn’s fever. She almost tried to stand up to give Payton a hug in greeting. Instead, she floundered weakly in her seat, jaw falling slack, scalding eyes following their steps until they arrived right in front of her. They were in a black polo shirt and cargo pants, their hair still clipped back from their face like it always was during their shifts. A light sheen of sweat made their forehead glitter in the gaudy, excessive lighting, but Autumn reckoned they still looked a damn sight more attractive than she did. 

“Hey, baby,” they smiled, crouching down in front of her. “You’re supposed to be at home, in bed.” 

She almost literally dropped her jaw. Her mind felt like a swamp, where her thoughts couldn’t get through fast enough. “You’re... at work.” 

“Well, no, I’m not, I’m here. I was able to get Jake to cover for me.” Payton’s big, shiny eyes blinked and their creased brows pulled even closer together, as if something unsettling were unfolding before them. They grabbed hold of her leg. “What, baby, what is it?” 

Autumn lifted a wrist to her cheek, and it came away wet. Jeez, when had she started crying again? She could feel her face crumple, her lips pulling back in a grimace. “I – you’re just – you’re too good, P. Too good to me...” 

“Here, man, sit,” Dixon said softly, getting up from where he’d been sitting and gesturing for Payton to replace him. “I’m Dixon, by the way.” 

“Leigh,” Leigh added. 

Autumn sank into Payton’s torso as they sat, desperate for their warm, familiar smell. The buttons running down their chest weren’t the comfiest to snuggle into, but it was still them that she was embracing. It just seemed like a miracle that they were here at all. 

“Thank you,” they were saying to Autumn’s classmates, “for keeping an eye on her, and for calling me.” 

“Yeah, no problem. Autumn is... an absolute angel,” Leigh was saying. “Least we can do.” 

“You take care of her, alright?” Dixon’s voice was a little unsure of itself, but it sounded vaguely protective. Autumn had a feeling Leigh would tease him about it later. 

“I’ve got this.” Payton’s voice vibrated in their chest against Autumn’s cheek. “Thank – thank you.” 

Autumn opened her eyes as the couch squeaked, the cushions shifting with the absence of Leigh’s weight. Both she and Dixon eyed her warily as they started walking away, and Autumn offered a weak, grateful smile.  

As soon as they both disappeared around the corner, heading towards the library, Autumn felt Payton slide a hand up under her bangs. An anxious sound hummed in their chest. 

“You’re burning up, baby." 

“Sorry,” Autumn rasped. “I’m s-sorry.” 

“Sorry?” Payton leaned forward a little, touching their forehead to the top of her head the best they could. They massaged their fingers into the nape of her neck. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, baby. Nothing at all. Let’s just get you home, okay?” 

“Home?”  

Payton let out a nervous laugh. “Well, yeah. What did you think was going to happen?” 

“I-I was going to go to the library once I caught my breath,” Autumn said, easing herself up from Payton’s chest. Colour and sound washed in and out of her senses, but above it all was an overarching sense of dread. “And... and I have work from seven until midnight.” 

Payton licked their lips. They looked so... lost. “Baby,” they pleaded, “you’re so sick. You can’t get on a bike like this. Look at you, you’re burning up and you’re trembling...” They curled their lower lip in sympathy, giving her arms a useless rub. “Just like a little leaf.” 

Autumn let out an involuntary whimper. 

“You poor thing.” Payton sounded close to tears. “I really wish you’d stayed home and taken it easy today.” 

“Couldn’t,” Autumn whispered, overwhelmed by the frustration bubbling in her unwell stomach. She gave the plastic bag in her hand a squeeze, reassuring herself that she still had a grip on it between her knees. 

“Hmm?” 

“Couldn’t stay home.” 

Payton placed their hands on the outsides of her arms again, head tilted to one side. “Why not, baby?” 

“Why do you think?”  

___ 

Payton pulled their hands back, almost recoiling right off the sofa. Coming from the girl who said sarcasm was the lowest form of wit, and believed spite gave you wrinkles, a rhetorical question spat with just a hint of venom was as bad – as shocking – as hearing her insult Payton’s entire family. 

And the worst part was that it sounded like she expected them to know the reason, and they hadn’t the faintest idea what that could be. Was this their failure? Their heart was sinking as though it was.  

They opened their mouth, tried for a what do you mean? but nothing came out.  

But then Autumn opened her mouth, and something came out. 

Before the spike of panic could prompt Payton to do anything useful, she had produced a plastic shopping bag from... somewhere. She yanked open the top of the bag and leaned so far over it that her nose and cheekbones were lost. And then she retched so hard that the sound of it was enough to give Payton goosebumps. 

“Oh, baby,” they sighed, shifting closer to her again. They felt bad for jumping back, especially when she needed them. 

Students making their way through the bright, airy building cast tentative looks in their direction, picking up their pace when they noticed Payton noticing them. They wished they could morph into a giant blanket to keep their girlfriend concealed from those prying, judging glances – 

“Sorry – sorry,” Autumn gushed frantically. She pulled one arm to her stomach, scrunching the top of the bag together with the other. A deep, dry sob clawed its way out of her. “I’m so sorry, Payton. My mother, I... I don’t want her to...” 

“What, baby?” Goosebumps prickled at Payton’s skin all over again.  

“I want to stay with you,” Autumn whispered shakily. “And I don’t... don’t want her to meet you like this. Please. Please.” 

Payton nodded, though they were far from sure about this. Autumn needed to rest and be taken care of. If they could just get her to a taxi, maybe they would get her to see that going home to her bed was the best idea. 

They eyed the bag in her fist; it didn’t seem as though she’d heaved much up into it, but if she’d been throwing up since before Leigh’s call, it wasn’t surprising that she was empty by now.  

“How’s your belly feeling now?” Payton asked, tilting their head so they could see her face. 

Autumn’s bottom lip seemed to tremble for a second before she caught hold of it with her teeth. Her hazel green eyes stared at nothing, eyelids half closed, jaw clenched tightly. She gave a vague nod. “Little better.” 

“Then let’s get out of here,” Payton said. 

___ 

She held their hand and followed them through the atrium, taking short, even steps. A couple of times, Payton considered wrapping an arm around her shoulders and keeping her close, but since this was Autumn’s territory, they didn’t want to overstep what she considered to be too much PDA. They stopped off at a bin to get rid of the sick bag, but thought better of throwing it away just yet, so instead, they clenched their free hand around the top of it and carried it by their hip. 

Payton waved to the first taxi they saw by the bus stop, and the driver lifted a hand in acknowledgement. When Payton opened the back seat door, though, and Autumn swayed on her feet as they go of each other, his gaze turned sour. 

“Hey!” 

Payton jumped, peering in at the taxi driver. 

The driver pointed a thumb at Autumn over his shoulder. His eyes were dark and accusing as they glared at Payton. “Is she drunk?” 

What? Payton straightened their back, prickling with defensiveness on Autumn’s behalf. They resisted the urge to state that it was three thirty in the afternoon, remembering that this was a college campus and that anything was possible there.  

Their muscles relaxed a little and they sank into an easy smile. “No, she’s not drunk. She’s just a little sick.” 

The driver looked far from impressed. “Is she going to spew everywhere?” 

“Nope! We’ve got a bag, and I promise I’ll keep an eye on her.” Payton could hear how weakly they were pitching this. They felt like shriveling up under that condescending gaze, but Autumn needed them. “P… Please help me get her home to her bed.” 

“No,” Autumn wept quietly from the opposite side of the back seat. She turned her glossy eyes and tear-stained cheeks towards them. 

“Alright, get in,” the driver sighed, turning around to face the steering wheel. 

Payton’s earlier resolve turned to putty under the look Autumn was giving them; she didn’t need puppy-dog eyes, for she had a face so full of trust and sincerity that they didn’t dare risk letting her down or diminishing themself in her eyes. 

They tried to twist their smile into something even more reassuring as they pulled the door closed behind themself. They reached across the seat for her hand and squeezed it.  

Then they gave the taxi driver the address for Lucy’s flat. 

___ 

“Thanks so much.” Payton hurriedly paid the taxi driver and hopped out without waiting for their change.  

They sprinted around to the other side of the car, where Autumn had alighted and promptly doubled over at the edge of the road, retching horrendously. Payton grabbed her by the shoulder and slid a hand up and down her back, and glanced up at their building, wondering if this had been a good idea after all. 

“Come on, baby, away from the traffic,” they said shakily, despite there being no other cars on the road currently. They held her elbows as they both stepped up onto the path and then onto the patch of grass in front of the building. Autumn let go of a long string of electric yellow sick. She had to spit loudly to get it to drop from her lips and onto the grass. 

Payton gave her a reassuring rub on the back. They had a horrible feeling she’d held that in the whole way from campus to here, afraid to upset the driver or risk making a mess. “Well done, baby, you made it.” 

“I don’t feel good,” she complained, pressing a hand to her chest as she straightened back up. She began to pick at the fabric of her dress as though it were suffocating her. “Really... really don’t feel good.” 

“I know. I’m gonna try to help you feel better,” Payton promised, offering her their hands. They felt a little unsteady themself, carrying their own shoulder bag and Autumn’s college backpack, but they didn’t see much other choice than to be the steady one. “Think we can tackle these stairs together?” 

Autumn’s eyes flicked upwards, and she loudly hiccupped, but she gave a weary nod and let Payton lead her along. 

___ 

Payton would have thought that the last thing they wanted to see as they opened the door would have been Donnacha in the front hallway. They hadn’t considered the possibility of Donnacha in the front hallway carrying a bowl of something greasy and pungent from the kitchen to his bedroom. 

He froze and took a double-glance as Payton hoisted Autumn through the door. She’d gotten dizzy on the stairs and had leaned more and more into them as they’d neared the top, and she was practically clinging to them like a monkey. 

“A?” Donnacha exclaimed. 

Either the sight or the smell of Donnacha’s dinner offended her, because she shrank even closer to Payton’s body, pressing her nose against the front of their shirt, and groaned miserably. 

“She’s sick,” Payton offered. 

Donnacha frowned in her direction. “Autumn? You okay?” 

She shook her head, though she didn’t meet Donnacha’s gaze. Out of all three of them, she was the one who usually played the mediator, but even her will to keep things friendly was dwindling in the face of this fever and nausea. 

It made Payton’s chest pang. 

“Why isn’t she at home?” Donnacha asked when Autumn ignored him. He noticed Payton’s gaze fall upon his bowl and took a couple of steps back, holding it to the side. 

Payton couldn’t help but realise that this was probably the first time Donnacha had asked them a direct question in months. Their heart thudded with anxiety. 

“I… I haven’t met her mother yet.” Payton shuffled their feet. It felt like a silly excuse, now that they were saying it out loud. How selfish it made them seem. After all, they were being selfish. “We thought it’d be awkward to make this the first time.” 

“Right,” Donnacha nodded. His expression had changed suddenly. Softened a bit, hardened again in a different way.  

“So, um... thought I'd take care of her here tonight,” Payton added. 

Donnacha nodded again. “Did she call Helen?” 

Payton gulped. They had actually never heard Autumn’s mother’s name spoken aloud before, and it felt weird to hear Donnacha mention it quite so casually. “I don’t think so. I-I guess I’ll call her –” 

“I’ll handle it,” Donnacha said. “If – if you want.” 

A tiny part of Payton burned with jealousy and indignation, but now was not the time to think about growing a backbone. “Really? That’d be great.” 

“Okay. Well.” Donnacha rubbed at the buzzed back of his head, glancing down the hallway as though planning his escape from the conversation. “She needs anything else, you know where I am.” 

“What’s happening?” came a new voice. 

Donnacha turned to the side. Henry had appeared at his bedroom door, pyjamas hanging on his gaunt frame, his hair disheveled. It was almost five in the evening, but he looked like he’d just been rudely awakened. 

“Autumn’s sick,” Donnacha said curtly, turning to walk towards his own room with his bowl, “so Payton’s having her stay the night to take care of her.” 

Henry grimaced, sucking air through his teeth. “Vomiting?” 

Payton swallowed. “Yes.” 

“Hmm. Lucy’s going to kill you.” Henry scratched his chest and yawned. “Well, goodnight.” 

A grimace pulled at Payton’s cheeks. “’Night, Hen.” 

Payton dropped Autumn off in their room and hurried to the kitchen to fill up a glass with water. When they returned, she was half-sprawled, half-curled up on their bed in a manner that she herself might have described as unladylike. They quickly shut their door again and placed the water on their bedside locker. 

“S-sorry, my sheets aren’t the freshest.” Payton scratched their head and glanced around, at a loss for what else to do – they couldn’t exactly pull the sheets from the bed now, since Autumn was already making herself at home on top of them. And it probably wouldn’t be helpful for Autumn’s nausea if they spritzed some fabric freshener about the place. “I didn’t know to expect company. Do you want a little sip of water –?” 

“Tight.” 

“What, baby?” 

“Tight,” she murmured, face twisting into a petulant scowl that seemed so far from her usual demeanor that Payton had to tilt their head slightly. Their eyes drifted down to her waist, where her fingers were plucking at the fabric of her dress... no, trying to pluck at something inside of it. 

“Are you saying tight, or tights?” Payton asked, eyeing the glossy beige sheen on her legs. They felt their face turn a little warm, and hoped she wouldn’t think they were just ogling her if she noticed their gaze. 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh. Your tights are too tight?” 

Autumn’s shoulders slumped forwards and she pressed her forehead the bed. 

“Baby, it’s okay!” Payton sat down at the edge of the mattress. “Want me to help you out of them?” 

She nodded without looking up. 

“You want to stand up so I can...?” Payton’s heart almost took a running jump up their throat and through their mouth when, instead of standing, Autumn rolled back across their bed, knees lifted, dress slipping back up towards her waist.  

She started fidgeting with the waistband of her tights again, groaning feebly when they still refused to relinquish their hold on her. Payton crawled over to her and gently eased their fingers under the elastic, coaxing it up from the soft curve of her belly and down towards her hips. 

“Can... can you lift –?” 

Before they even finished asking, Autumn tugged her hips upwards from the bed, leaving space for Payton to slide the offending tights down to her thighs. From there, it was easier to remove them, since the fabric was able to roll and bunch together into soft wads. Her soft skin was red and indented where the elastic had pressed into it all day, and Payton grimaced with sympathy. 

They remembered all too well what wearing tights was like; although Autumn wore them for the aesthetic and occasionally for warmth, while Payton only used to wear them under their school uniform skirt to cover up the fact that they didn’t shave their legs.  

As they pulled the nylon from her feet, Payton noticed Autumn sliding one hand across her bare stomach and working it in a circular motion, either oblivious to or uncaring about the fact that her underwear was on show. In the quiet of the room, her stomach could be heard clearly, churning and gurgling and squelching. 

Payton’s ears were on fire as they slid forward on the bed again, guiding her hand out of the way and placing theirs on her bloated middle. They’d rubbed her belly before, to help with period cramps – she'd done the same for them – but never with her dress pulled up like this. 

Even though they’d spent countless hours in bed together, cuddling and kissing and giggling, very little of that time had involved states of undress. Payton often wondered if this was purely for their sake, since they were comfiest in their boxers and with their chest covered, but they were always a little too nervous to ask if Autumn was looking for... more. 

Right now, Autumn groaned at their touch against her skin. She nuzzled into their neck with her nose, and they were hit by a gentle wave of her floral perfume. “Baby, my belly hurts,” she complained, as though they weren’t already tending to it. 

“I know.” They pressed a kiss to her clammy forehead. “My poor baby.” 

“Mmm. I’m not a poor baby, am I?” Autumn mumbled softly.  

“Yes, you are, you’re my poor little baby.” Payton grinned as Autumn squinted up at them in confusion. “Accept it.” 

“No.” 

“Ssshhh.” Payton surprised themself with their assertiveness. 

“Okay.” Autumn snuggled down again, her toasty forehead burrowing into Payton’s chest. She let out a long, slow breath as they cradled her gurgling stomach and stroked her hair back from her face, but the peace only lasted a couple of minutes before she was sitting upright again, patting her sides as though she was looking for something. 

“A?” Payton whispered. 

“My mother, I have to call my mother.” Her voice was pinched with panic, the colour draining scarily fast from her face. “Where’s my phone?” 

“Your phone is in your backpack, baby,” Payton said, “but Donnacha is calling your mother, remember? He said he would call her and let her know you’re staying here.” 

Autumn began nodding then, her eyes wide and seeming to plead for reassurance. “Donnacha. Okay. She loves Donnacha. Okay. It’ll be okay...” 

Payton gave her an uneasy smile, feeling a little concerned about how jumpy she was, and not entirely excited to hear about how much her mother loved her ex. They opened their arms, coaxing her back into a reclined position. Her dress had drifted down over her waist again, covering up her striped, navy boy shorts and the red marks left behind by her tights. Payton felt awkward about lifting it up again. 

“Do – do you want to change into one of my t-shirts?” Payton asked, their face flushing all over again at the thought of her removing her dress and her bra in their bedroom. They hated how big of a deal this all seemed, and wished they could have been playing it cooler. 

“Mmm.” Autumn hummed, turning half of her face into Payton’s pillow and eyeing them shyly with the other half. “Yes, please.” 

Payton almost imploded over how cute she was. They slid from the bed and opened a drawer, pushing aside a few binders and stiffer t-shirts until they found something soft and oversized. Autumn had pushed herself into a sitting position again when they turned around, and she was taking a long drink from the glass of water. 

“Oh – careful, baby,” Payton said softly. “Can your belly handle that much water right now?” 

She gulped loudly as she lowered the glass, tongue working at the insides of her lips. “Thirsty.” 

“Yeah?” Payton handed over the t-shirt, eyeing her hopefully. “Do you feel like trying to eat something too, or –?” 

Autumn screwed up her face and rubbed at her belly. 

“Okay, maybe not,” Payton half-smiled.  

“I will puke on your floor if you try to feed me, Payton Harte,” she murmured, a flicker of her usual warmth pushing through the glazed look in her eyes.  

“Well, don’t do that.” Payton dragged their bin out from underneath their desk and positioned it next to their bed. “Puke into this instead.” 

“No, I don’t think I will.” 

“Pretty please,” Payton smiled, relieved when Autumn smiled weakly back at them. 

And then she began to pull her dress up over her head. 

Instead of standing around feeling weird about it, Payton made the snap decision to change, too. They unbuttoned the top of their polo shirt and lifted it over their head. They turned their back to Autumn as they freed themself from their binder, not feeling altogether ready to let her see their chest, even though they were sure her fever-addled mind wouldn’t remember seeing it. They slipped into a t-shirt, too, and stripped down to their boxers. 

When they turned around again, Autumn was curled up with their t-shirt on, her head positioned near the edge of the mattress, one hand touching the rim of the bin on the floor. 

“Queasy again?” they asked softly, approaching the bed. 

Autumn squeezed her eyes shut. “You were right. The water’s swishing in my belly.” 

Payton half-smiled, wishing they weren’t right. 

“P?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“I threw up on the stage.” It sounded like this was brand new information to her even as she said it. That tremble came back to her lower lip, but she didn’t attempt to bite it this time.  

“I heard...” Payton clicked their tongue and tucked a strand of loose hair behind Autumn’s ear so it wouldn’t tickle her nose while she lay like this. “Try not to worry about it too much.” 

“I threw up on the stage...” Autumn tugged on the bin, “and it was the closest I’ve gotten to a spotlight all semester.” 

It was the closest she’d come to complaining about being put in the chorus, and Payton couldn’t help feeling a little stunned. They shook their head, not really sure what they could say to encourage her. 

“You’ll...” They broke off, realising that Autumn’s hand had fallen slack between the edge of the bed and the bin. Her lips were still parted, a little glisten of drool already cascading from the corner of her mouth to the pillow. There was a low rumble from her stomach, and Payton instictively placed a protective hand over it, which prompted no movement from her at all. They leaned over to kiss her forehead again, and whispered, “You’ll show them next time, baby.” 

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Sick-or-Treat

a.k.a. Halloween Prompts for Emeto Fans

a.k.a. drop a little something in my OC's trick-or-treat bucket for a Halloween drabble 🖤

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🕷 phobia

🍫 overindulgence

🍹 excess

🍎 food poisoning

☠️ spiked

🦇 jump scare

🏚️ dread

🍬 bad aftertaste

🫀 realistic gore

💀 bad memory

🍭 fight

🧹 motion sickness

😈 prank gone wrong

🎃 hallucinations

🎇 sensory overload

🎭 costume discomfort

👻 separated

🦴 injury

🐈‍⬛ superstition

👁️ seen too much

🪄 curse

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I hate how when I like posts or follow ppl it shows my original account liking/following it and not this one… I don’t even use the other one 🥲

[ickynights]

Sketchy Seafood

"Doyun, are you sure about this place? I mean, it looks a bit sketchy," Daniel hesitated, peering through the restaurant's dimly lit entrance. He couldn't help but feel a wave of uncertainty wash over him as he watched the worn-out sign and flickering neon lights.

  Doyun couldn't help but roll his eyes at his boyfriend's overdramatic response. "Can you just trust me for once?" he retorted, as he grabbed Daniel's hand and began to pull him toward the entrance. "I know it might look a bit dingy, but the Yelp reviews are incredible, and my cousin said it's the best Korean food in town. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, babe."

  Daniel nodded reluctantly but he knew Doyun was right. Perhaps the owners just used all their resources on the quality of the food instead of their restaurants aesthetics. It didn't really matter to him how the decor was set up, as long as the food was authentic and tasted well, he could ignore just about anything.

  As they settled into their seats, Doyun couldn't help but notice the lingering fishy aroma in the restaurant. It wasn't entirely unexpected, given that a majority of the dishes listed on the menu were seafood-based. Still, the pungent scent had an unsettling effect on his stomach, making it churn with a hint of discomfort.

  But he wasn't going to let some scent get in the way of his date. So what if the scent was bad, the neighboring tables seemed to be devouring their dishes just fine.

  The food arrived at their table surprisingly quickly. Daniel chose to stick with his go-to favorite, Galbi-jjim (braised short ribs), not wanting to take any risks in a place he still considered somewhat suspicious.

  Doyun, on the other hand, decided to step out of his comfort zone and ordered Nakji Bokkeum, a spicy stir-fried squid dish he had never tried before. Normally, he was quite cautious about trying new things considering his testy stomach, but he loved eating squid plain and it had never been a source of concern for him, so he figured it was a safe bet.

  As Doyun took the first bite of his meal, he couldn't help but notice that something didn't taste right. The squid, while tender and cooked to perfection, carried an unfavorable flavor that made his taste buds cringe. It was a unusual flavor that he couldn't quite place. He was no stranger to plain squid but perhaps the sauce was making it taste bad? Whatever it was, it surely didn't taste well at all.

  He glanced over at Daniel, who was thoroughly enjoying his food, and hesitated for a moment, debating whether to voice his concerns or not. Maybe he just let his boyfriend's words get to his head. It wasn't fair to consider something off tasting if he hadn't actually tried it before.

  "You were right, baby, this stuff is amazing," Daniel said with a warm smile, taking another bite of his Galbi-jjim. "How's your food? The spice isn't upsetting your stomach, is it?" Daniel asked, noticing the younger had barely touched his plate.

  "My food is good too, I think I'm still a little full from lunch though." Doyun awkwardly replied, trying to lie his way out of being wrong.

Daniel noticed a hint of discomfort on the younger's face but decided to ignore it for now. "Your mom really did make a lot of food earlier. I'm surprised she even let us eat out tonight; I thought she was gonna cook for us this whole trip. Honestly I wouldn't mind if she-"

Doyun struggled to concentrate on Daniel's

conversation as the all-too-familiar unsettling sensation continued to bubble in his belly. The

combination of the unfamiliar dish and the rice porridge he ate earlier churned uncomfortably within him. Despite having eaten only a quarter of his meal, Doyun feared that if he took another bite, his stomach might not be able to hold back, and an unpleasant outcome might be inevitable.

Doyun discreetly pushed his plate aside, his appetite vanishing under the weight of his discomfort. He didn't want to draw attention to his growing nausea, especially not in a place he had chosen for their date night. Instead, he focused on listening to Daniel's blabbering, hoping that the queasy feeling in his stomach would eventually subside soon enough.

The night went on for what felt like forever in Doyun's opinion. Daniel insisted on getting desert, even somehow coaxing Doyun into trying some. The banana flavored ice cream was delicious but even just a spoonful was enough to set his stomach off.

As they settled into the backseat of the taxi, Daniel couldn't help but notice how bloated Doyun's stomach had become. Even though he was wearing Daniel's oversized hoodie, a subtle curve was unmistakably poking through the fabric. A pang of guilt washed over him as he realized that he should have paid more attention to the warning signs earlier in the evening.

"Are you feeling alright, love?" Daniel asked, his voice a gentle whisper, not wanting to draw attention towards themselves.

Doyun replied in a hushed and somewhat uneasy tone, "Not really, I don't think my food was made right. I thought it was just the spice, but I'm feeling pretty nauseous now."

Daniel frowned and reached out to hold Doyun's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Just try to relax for now, love. When we get back to your mom's place, I'll make you some tea." he murmured, his thumb gently caressing Doyun's hand. "Hopefully that'll help settle whatever's going on in there."

Doyun offered a weak but appreciative smile. "Thank you, babe," he whispered, leaning his head on Daniel's shoulder as they continued their way home.

The moment they arrived home, Daniel took charge, gently guiding Doyun to the guest room. He gave him a reassuring smile and said, "Why don't you put on your comfiest PJs, and pick whatever tv show you want to binge-watch tonight? I'll make that tea for you, and you can just relax and take it easy."

  Doyun nodded and wasted no time in getting ready for bed. He threw on the first pair of pajamas he could find, and settled into the bed, putting on a random variety show that he knew him and Daniel loved watching.

  Daniel returned to the guest room with a mug of tea and a pack of pills. He sat them down on the bedside table and explained, "Your mom says these pills should help calm your stomach if you aren't already feeling super sick." Careful not to jostle Doyun's stomach, he gently climbed onto the bed, sitting close to his partner.  "She also said the restaurant we went to is known for bad seafood so you probably have some form of food poisoning. I guess your cousin must have gotten lucky when she went."

  Doyun wanted to puke at the mention of bad seafood, "Never let me pick a restaurant again." Doyun groaned and curled into himself; the memory of the unsettling dinner was still too fresh in his mind, and he wished he could erase the experience entirely.

  "Just make sure to do more research next time," he teased, before wrapping his arms around Doyun's waist and pulling him closer. He planted a soft kiss on Doyun's forehead and continued, "Don't dwell too much on it, baby. We still have a week left here, and I'm sure we'll find much better places to eat. Besides, it's the time we spend together that matters most, even if that time is me making sure you don't fall asleep on the toilet again."

    As the night wore on, Doyun and Daniel found themselves growing drowsy in each other's arms. The soothing embrace and the comforting ambiance of the Doyun's childhood room made it easy to for the two to succumb to sleep. They drifted off together, tangled in each other's warmth.

  Doyun, however, was growing increasingly restless as the night progressed. His stomach seemed to have a mind of its own, gurgling loudly, and the cramps he experienced became more frequent and painful with each passing moment. The few sips of tea he had managed to drink earlier offered no relief, and only upset his tummy further.

  The constant turning and the increasingly loud noises coming from Doyun's direction, eventually stirred the older out of his sleep. He blinked his eyes open and, with a concerned frown, noticed Doyun's discomfort, "Love, are you okay? Your stomach sounds really upset." he asked, gently reaching his hand out to touch Doyun's shoulder.

  Doyun turned to face Daniel, eyes welling up with tears, "Feels like I'm gonna puke." Doyun whined, digging his head into the crook of Daniel's neck.

"My poor baby," Daniel whispered, he slid his hand under Doyun's shirt, fingers lightly tracing circles on his belly in a soothing, caressing motion. "You wanna try going to the bathroom, love?" Daniel suggested, "Maybe getting it all up will bring you some relief."

  Doyun nodded weakly and slowly sat up, allowing Daniel to guide him towards the hallway bathroom. With each step he took, Doyun could feel the contents of his stomach slosh dangerously, as if it was threatening to come up any second.

The moment they entered the bathroom, Doyun's stomach had reached its breaking point. As he sat in front of the toilet, a loud belch escaped him, a precursor to the discomfort that was about to unfold. Then, without warning, a thick stream of vomit erupted from Doyun's mouth, splashing into the bowl below. He barely had a second to catch his breath before a second wave of nausea overtook him, sending him retching into the toilet once more.

  "It's okay, love. I'm right here," Daniel murmured, his voice a steady and calming presence. He was used to taking care of Doyun but something about the unfamiliar surroundings was making him feel uncomfortable. He had no time to feel uncomfortable, as his boyfriend was seconds away from collapsing into the toilet.

  After what felt like hours, Doyun's belly finally decided to give him a break. Completely exhausted and drained, Doyun allowed himself to fall back into Daniel's embrace, "I think m' done." Doyun mumbled, snuggling into Daniel's shoulder.

   Daniel held Doyun even closer, his arms wrapping protectively around him as he whispered soothingly, "It's okay, love. You're done for now." He pressed a gentle kiss to Doyun's forehead.

   With Doyun nestled in his embrace, Daniel gently stroked his partner's tummy. Doyun's shallow breaths gradually deepened as he started to relax, his body beginning to recover from the physical strain.

  "You think you're ready to go back to bed, baby."

  Doyun nodded weakly still too exhausted to form any real response. Daniel scooped Doyun into his arms and carried them to their room, making sure not to jostle the younger's stomach. 

  Once they were back in the comfort of their room, Daniel gently settled Doyun onto the bed, making sure his partner was comfortable. They cuddled closely together, and Daniel's touch became a soothing presence as he rubbed gentle circles onto Doyun's lower belly.

  "Try to get some sleep, love." Daniel whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness. With his free hand, he gently stroked Doyun's hair, a comforting gesture that had always had a calming effect on him.

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my favs 🙏

here it is y’all, the horny Caine fic (plus some whiny Quinn) i hope i did it justice.

it’s definitely both of them being horny, but who doesn’t love that? it’s also quite explicit and honestly kinda gross but i have a puke fetish so it was going to be gross anyway. so enjoy 😌

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Drunken giggles filled the halls of their house. Caine and Quinn all but fell into the living room, front door slamming loudly behind them. They both turned to look.

“Oops.” Caine said. Quinn laughed far too loud for a joke that was not that funny, but he was drunk. They both were. After having been out on the town with Lincoln, Eleanor and Eve, they had managed to get home. Caine dragged Quinn over to the couch, flopping down onto it and with the momentum he pulled Quinn down with him. The man sat on his knees between Caine’s legs.

“You’re so hot.”

Caine chuckled. “Oh yeah?” He slurred. “Do you wanna do something about it?” He held Quinn’s jaw and kissed him slow, pulling apart his mouth and almost biting Quinn’s lower lip off. They smiled. A heated moan escaped Quinn, his hands sitting eager on Caine’s knees. Caine pulled away for a moment, just to look into Quinn’s eyes. His cheeks were red from both the alcohol and the moment. His pupils were dilated.

“Are you sure?” Quinn was drunker than him. He needed to make sure.

Quinn sat up, his left hand inching towards Caine’s inner thigh. “Definitely.” His fingers quickly got to work on Caine’s belt, kissing him all the while. Caine could feel just how excited Quinn was, so he busied himself with making sure he was satisfied too. He ran his hands down Quinn’s sides and kissed him without reprieve.

Eventually, he felt his pants come down. His stomach was full, but not unsettled. Before Caine could even realise, Quinn had broken off from his kiss and leaned down, taking Caine into his mouth. He gasped, hips bucking a little, and he bit his fist. Quinn had alcohol on his side so any embarrassment was immediately subdued, and his abilities were amplified. Caine nearly whimpered with the way Quinn was moving. He grabbed his head and played with his hair just to let his hands do something.

Quinn moaned loudly, moving back to look at Caine. “Fuck, my stomach’s full. The couch is pushing against it.”

Okay. Well, Caine was ten times hornier now. He ran his hands softly down Quinn’s face. “Uh, I can sit forward if you want?”

Quinn shook his head, a watery smile on his lips. “Nah, I have a better idea.” He clambered up onto Caine’s lap, his thighs trapping the other man in. He leant forward to whisper seductively in his ear. “I want to ride you.”

Caine’s cheeks were ablaze. He laughed, the alcohol humming through his veins. “Okay, baby. Tell me if you want to stop.” Quinn sat up on his thigh to start with, Caine noticed how his stomach pressed tight against the button. No wonder he was complaining about it he was very bloated. Quinn rolled his hips forward and moaned, arching his back.

“Please, Caine. I need you.”

Caine kissed him hard. “Be patient, baby.” The room filled with heated moans and breaths. They were totally enraptured with each other, simply chasing the pleasure. Quinn kissed Caine again, hungry and ready. Quinn pushed himself forward and his belly pressed against Caine, and a gurgle vibrated between them. A small burp fell out of his mouth.

Caine leant back, pushing Quinn’s heavy body off him. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Just the fizz from the alcohol.” He kissed him again, shutting Caine’s next question up. Quinn got off his thigh and draped himself over Caine, once again letting his thighs trap the other in. Caine dappled his fingers up Quinn’s sides, gently pulling his shirt up and tickling the skin. He let out a breath from his nose when he heard Quinn moan in his mouth, arching his back and cupping Caine’s jaw tight.

Caine couldn’t resist himself, so he brought his hands around to Quinn’s front, cupping the bloated belly Quinn sported. He undid the button without thinking, the electrifying feeling of the bloat falling into his hands and pushing the zipper down.

“Ough, fuck Caine. My stomach is so bloated, I feel huge.” He said through a laugh. He leant back and just looked at the scene in front of him; Caine with a blush so red across his cheeks he looked sick and eyes that were hungry for him. “Touch my belly while I kiss you, feels nice.”

Caine began his work on pressing out the burps from Quinn’s tummy. There were a few times Quinn didn’t pull away quick enough and ended up burping right into Caine’s mouth. He just tasted like cider and beer. They made out for what felt like hours, moans and gasps filling the air.

Quinn pulled back, head spinning with lust and alcohol. He leant down again, slipping just further down so he could kiss all over Caine’s exposed collarbones and neck. A whiny moan slipped out of Caine and he tossed his head back. Quinn’s stomach was squished against his hands. He was feeling little rumbles every now and then, nothing too concerning, but this was Caine and everytime he felt one he just got hornier.

He couldn’t hold back a groan when Quinn sat up and then started stroking his cock. He looked like the cat that got the cream, sitting there with a smirk on his face as Caine fell apart. If Caine wasn’t holding his middle he wouldn’t have felt the gurgle in Quinn’s stomach. It violently rumbled inside his stomach and the next thing Caine heard was a wet belch from Quinn’s mouth. He moaned then fell onto Caine’s shoulders, whispering the dirtiest thing ever.

“My stomach won’t stop gurgling. All this movement, Caine. Making me so burpy.” God. Caine’s brain blew up. Quinn knew exactly what he was doing as leant back and smiled deviously. He pushed on Caine’s hand, cheeks inflating and then a burp tumbled out.

Caine was at a loss for words. This was the hottest thing he has ever experienced in his life. Quinn pushed on his hands and a rumbly belch came out. “Ugh, that feels better. Keep doing that.” He let go of Caine’s hands and put his own back on his dick.

Caine was too busy with his own pleasure to really notice his boyfriend. He just kept pressing on tight spots along his tummy, enjoying the release that he felt with each push. Quinn was leaning forward and moaning, each one sounding more…pained than the last? Tiny burps accompanied them, wetter and less satisfying as they went on. He mumbled something after a particular wet belch, his stomach lurching in Caine’s hands. Caine pushed him back despite his eagerness to finish.

“Hey, Quinn are you okay? Those don’t sound too good.” His sentence was barely over before Quinn lurched forward and hot vomit covered Caine’s chest. Quinn coughed and gagged again, a hot stream of alcohol and pub chips covering Caine’s shirt. Despite the situation, Caine felt himself cum and he tossed his head back to ride it out. Quinn watched it happen, smiling just a little as he realised what had happened. Quinn played it up.

“Mmghh, I’m sorry. My belly just let go.” Quinn said, voice husky.

Caine whined. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” There was a moment where Quinn seemed to be ready to puke again, but instead Caine surged forward and caught his lips. The taste was a little gross, but he just wrapped his arms around Quinn’s lower back and kissed him intensely.

“Fuck, I love you.” He said, after they both took a break to breathe. Quinn giggled a little but was interrupted by his stomach angrily protesting once again.

“I think I’m gonna puke again.” His sentence finished with a burp and he held his belly. Caine nodded.

“Just do it, whatever makes you feel better. You know I’m okay with it.” Quinn didn’t need to be told twice as he burped up a mouthful, it dribbled down his chin and joined the mess between them. He whined, rubbing his upset stomach as it gurgled at him, and puked up a little more alcohol. Caine kept his hands on Quinn’s shoulders, steadying the swaying boy so he didn’t completely topple over.

“God, my belly hurts. I’m never drinking again.” Whined Quinn.

What a sight they made. Before Caine could respond, an upset gurgle sounded from Quinn’s middle and he hunched over towards the floor, choking on the next round of vomit. It splattered loudly as it hit the ground. He moaned through the gagging, getting closer and closer to falling off the couch itself.

“Woah, woah okay, you’re okay Quinn.” Caine stopped himself from getting horny again, Quinn was swaying and hugging his belly like his life depended on it. His boyfriend was clearly sick, so Caine’s initial fun was over. He didn’t even look at the mess on the couch and focused on getting Quinn to the bathroom to clean up.

Quinn vomited a few more times while they were showering, leaning all of his weight on Caine and letting the poison leave his body. He was pretty much silent when Caine was helping him get ready for bed, except for a few extra burps or whines.

When they were finally clean in bed, Quinn’s stomach was still aching and loud, the mixture of alcohol and food not letting up its assault on him.

Caine hugged Quinn tightly, pulling his body into his own. “Do you feel a little better?” Quinn shook his head, unable to speak through his exhaustion. He groaned loudly when a cramp hit his middle, bubbles and gurgles leaking through the sheets. Caine chuckled. “Still a bit of a sore belly? Here.” Caine brought his hand to Quinn’s middle, slowly pushing in. His stomach was still bloated and tender.

“Urrpp. Fuck, I’m so gassy.”

“You are.” Caine kissed his ear. “Tell me if you’re gonna puke again.”

The next ten minutes were uneventful, but Quinn went quiet after a wet burp. Caine immediately stopped pressing on his stomach. “Love?” Quinn scrambled up and clapped his hands to his mouth, forcing back a heave. Caine quickly grabbed the bucket he had got earlier and shoved it under Quinn’s chin, letting the boy vomit up the last of his stomach contents.

Caine patted his boyfriend's back when he coughed, whining loudly afterwards. He curled over the bucket again, coughing up a thick glob of puke. “Ugh, fuck my stomach.”

Quinn grabbed Caine’s forearm and forcibly dragged his hand down to his middle. He planted it down and pushed. Caine’s cheeks heated up at the feeling. The movement made Quinn gag again and the final morsel of alcohol splattered into the bucket, making Quinn loudly exclaim with relief. “Augh, oh my god. I feel a million times better.”

Caine had been silent mostly because his brain had just stopped functioning. He was going to die. “You’re so hot, Quinn.” He said quietly, still with his hand resting on Quinn’s bloated stomach.

Quinn patted his hand and laughed. He moved the bucket away from him. “I’m glad you think so, never would’ve thought my puking face would be sexy to someone.” Caine grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped up the spit from Quinn’s lips. He kissed them after he was done.

“You’re always sexy.”

They fell back into bed, Quinn still amused by the redness of Caine’s cheeks. Without saying anything, Caine started rubbing his boyfriend’s stomach, slowly soothing it and turning the upset gurgles into nothing and sending the both of them to sleep.

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Sunday Sickness

Alright, a lot of sickfic authors demonstrated interest in it, so please reblog this post if you're a sickfic author (mostly emeto) and agree to get and send worldbuilding/OC questions to other authors during Sundays

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why is this literally me 😭

Maybe it’s me just having similar circle but I swear there’s a ‘emeto fiction enjoyer- hating emeto in real life - working in education’ pipe line

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a little stuffing between the lovely Alistair and Nikau.

a cw for talk of weight gain and a little sexual talk ig. also sorry if the formatting is ass i posted from my phone.

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“Ready baby?”

Alistair nodded, staring more at the bottle in Nikau’s hand rather than the man himself. He had been anticipating this all day, an excitement buzzing under his skin.

Nikau smiled at his eager boyfriend, uncapping the lid of the Sprite and positioning himself poised over Alistair’s thighs. He felt Alistair’s hands creep up his back, sitting snugly on the jut of his hips. Alistair was wearing a tighter fitting shirt, one he had outgrown from a few years ago and sweatpants. His hair was loose. They had eaten dinner around an hour ago, wanting to let Alistair’s body start to digest rather than shoving a bunch of bubbles on top of his food.

Alistair leaned forward and took the bottle into his mouth while Nikau tipped it forward. He was gentle to begin, the liquid slowly going down as Alistair swallowed. He tapped Nikau’s back to let him know he needed to breathe.

He threw his head back, took a gasp and let out a belch. He chuckled. “That was a big one.” He patted his belly and leant forward again, guzzling down the lemonade. He was already feeling full from only a quarter of the bottle, and it was a 2L bottle so he still had a long way to go. Nikau stared, enraptured at his boyfriend’s pace. His belly was filling up steadily, the shirt riding up and his waistband getting a little tighter. Nikau so desperately wanted to put his hands on him.

Another tap and Nikau dropped the bottle and held it up. There was only half left. He smiled at Alistair. “You’re drinking this really fast. How’s this belly?” He let his left hand graze the tightest part, the highest part of Alistair’s belly. It was almost revealed, his shirt clinging to his belly button as he indulged. Alistair whined, burped and stared down at his swollen stomach.

“Let’s take a break for a second. I’m full as fuck.” His hands drifted off Nikau and onto his own tummy, cupping the underside. He moaned as rubbed outwards, lifting it off his lap and sloshing the contents inside. He squeezed his softer lower belly. “I’ve really put on weight here, it’s still soft even when I’m stuffed.”

Nikau agreed, “Well you’re not even halfway done, sweetheart. Think you can finish it?” He whispered into Alistair’s ear, pushing down on his belly with his hand. Alistair burped and nodded, trying to push Nikau off his sensitive stomach. “Good. I want your belly nice and round, okay?”

“Okay.”

Nikau sat back up and lifted the bottle back to Alistair’s lips. They both didn’t break eye contact as Alistair opened his mouth to let Nikau push the bottle in before starting to drink again. Nikau watched his belly inflate more, shirt slowly riding up until it was barely staying down. He pulled it up automatically, now staring at the pale flesh of Alistair’s belly. How he loved this.

They hadn’t intentionally been making Alistair gain weight, it had just happened with the two of them having bigger meals and Alistair cleaning up Nikau’s leftovers. They were also indulging in more stuffing sessions, stress relief and all that. It was just some more pudge over his belly and thighs and his face becoming a little rounder. Alistair was perfectly okay with it, he had always been quite skinny and putting on weight made him feel comfortable, he was loved by Nikau no matter what size or shape.

But, with the new weight, Nikau couldn’t keep his hands off Alistair. While they were sleeping, Nikau’s hand would find its way over his belly (which was often filled with food) and he would softly rub the skin there. He would wind his arms around Alistair from behind, touching over his love handles and cupping the swell of his lower belly. Squeezing his thighs. Kissing the roll that sat on his lap whenever he was lounging. He enjoyed this Alistair, knowing that he was comfortable enough to gain weight and not feel bad about it.

Right now though, he enjoyed seeing the soft flesh swell and tighten as Alistair packed away more Sprite. He squeezed his eyes shut with the next swallow and pushed the bottle away with his own hand, a spectacular burp rumbling up from his stomach. He moaned and pushed a hand into his belly, forcing up another. It gurgled at him and he whined. Nikau scooched back a little and kissed his skin, hearing the contents swirling and bubbling under the skin. He smiled.

“Feeling alright?”

Alistair nodded, unable to speak. He stuck his hand between their bodies and pulled down his waistband, the tight elastic now sitting snugly under his expanded stomach. He moaned while he rubbed at the red marks, fingers drifting over his belly button. Nikau joined his hands with his own, soothing over the angry lines and squeezing the sides of his stomach, the fat there still soft. He kissed Alistair.

“I love you, baby. I love this tummy.” He squeezed again, hands now moving towards the tightest part. He dappled his fingers across it, gently tending to his boyfriend’s achy stomach. He looked at the bottle of Sprite on the bedside table. “Only a little left. Do you think you can do it?”

At first Alistair seemed hesitant, hands coming to rest where Nikau’s were. He eyed the bottle, then Nikau. “Okay, but go slow.”

“Of course.”

Nikau reached for the bottle and let Alistair take a big breath before allowing him to start drinking. He tipped it gently, not wanting to cause Alistair to be sick, and watched his throat work. He let his left hand drop and come down to Alistair’s stomach, slowly rubbing in circles as the last of the lemonade was put away. His stomach was completely rounded out, swollen and sitting in both of their laps. Nikau kissed his belly as the last drop of Sprite went down and tossed the empty bottle aside.

“Good job, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me, now let me rub your stomach, you deserve it.”

He started in the middle, where the tightness morphed into softness, pressing in and pushing up a burp from his boyfriend. It was small and didn’t really give him any relief, so he tried again and a rumble travelled its way up to his throat and a belch burst through his mouth. Alistair’s body sagged as it was released, the pressure finally going down a little. Nikau kissed his belly again, dipping his hands lower and squeezing Alistair’s love handles.

“You just can’t- urrp- keep your hands off me, huh?”

Nikau chuckled. “Nope. Your tummy is gorgeous, baby. I need more hands to feel all of it at once,” As he was talking, Alistair hiccuped and his belly sloshed in Nikau’s hands. He whined and arched his back. “Needy, aren’t we?” He teased. He pushed deep into the tight skin. Alistair groaned.

“Not so hard. You’ll make me sick.” His hand was covering his mouth. Alistair’s forehead was creased, a red blush coated his cheeks and his eyes were sinfully half-lidded. Nikau was fighting every demon to not ravish him right then and there. He stuck with touching Alistair’s full belly, loving the noises coming out of both his belly and his boyfriend. A belch rang out making Alistair lurch forward a little.

“Oops, sorry. Almost lost it.”

Nikau groaned. The things Alistair said were shooting straight to his cock. He put his head right on Alistair’s belly, unable to contain himself, and heard every gurgle in high quality. He felt his stomach jolt and suddenly a bunch of bubbles rocketed up inside him and Alistair burped up a thick wet belch. He moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Nik. I can’t hold them back.” He belched again. It gurgled in his throat and sounded like it fell perfectly from his lips.

Nikau raised his head. “I didn’t think burps were attractive until I met you, Star.”

Alistair laughed and Nikau wanted to just kiss the smile off his face. He held Alistair’s tummy as he laughed, the lemonade sloshing in his tight belly. “Careful, don’t wanna lose all of this.” He kissed it again.

“I won’t. If you keep kissing it like that I’ll be fine.”

Nikau moved off Alistair’s legs, instead slotting himself beside him. He put one hand on Alistair’s belly, caressing it gently. He kissed Alistair’s temple and the boy let his head drop on to Nikau’s shoulder. Alistair’s hand sat atop his stomach too, his fingers slowly pushing in and around to bring up some more burps.

There was a loud grumble from his middle, Alistair’s back arching upwards in a quick moment. He moaned, a burp catching in his throat.

“Ooh, god. My belly…” He whined out. “Rub my tummy.”

Nikau had an idea. “Lean forward a little, lovely. I’ll sit behind you and rub it.” Getting Alistair to move forward was a little difficult, but Nikau was able to slot in behind him and put both hands on his boyfriend’s middle. Immediately, Alistair sunk into Nikau and let himself be cared for.

Everytime Nikau pushed down just a little, Alistair’s throat jumped with a belch. He moaned, and whined after each one, and Nikau slowly but surely felt his stomach deflate and the skin became softer. He let his hand drift lower and shook Alistair’s fat lower tummy. It was sinful how much he loved it. He kissed Alistair’s nape.

“You enjoying yourself?” Alistair patted his hand, laughing a little.

Nikau hummed, nodding into Alistair’s hair. “You’re so hot. I want to eat your belly.”

“Oh my god, please don’t.”

“I don’t know. It’s just so cute.” Nikau let his finger dip into his boyfriend’s belly button, thumb moving gently along the skin beside it.

There were little gurgles coming from Alistair’s belly, and ones that didn’t sound like digestion. Nikau chuckled.

“Are you seriously getting hungry again? I could grab you some of the leftovers?” He kissed him again, the soft part of his neck, and let his hands scoop underneath Alistair’s stomach and stay there.

Alistair made a humming noise. “Maybe. Only if you feed it to me.”

“Sure thing.” He patted his tummy, a hollow noise emanating out. “Stay put.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to move anywhere even if I tried.”

TBC…