#carsick

[uremetomommy]

I get extremely motion sick, even when I’m the driver but especially when I’m not, and I literally refuse to be a passenger. Like. Motion sickness nausea is the worst kind of nausea on the PLANET. I feel all warm inside and everything churns and gurgles and you get kind of dizzy and your throat feels thick. It’s awful.

Hot.

But awful.

[mmmeto]

Realizing the hard way I still get carsick. Only problem is that I’ve just finished a huge and heavy meal, and I can feel it all sloshing around in my gut…

[bellysoupset]

Sicily - Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open it up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not in Italy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everything okay, Bella?"

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

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

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

Wendy frowned, "guys? Everything ok?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just drive already, Vince."

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

TBC

[littleghoulghost]

Being on the road for over 20 hours has made me nauseous. This sucks. I hate getting carsick. Hopefully I'll be able to find some Dramamine to help out.

[rebelwhump]

After Party

This fic is a bit different than my others. Much more angst focused. This is a work of fiction, so some details may not be entirely accurate. The events that happen prior to this fic will be revealed later.

CW: emeto, physical altercation, dissociation ______

There was a sidewalk that snaked through campus, leading to her apartment building on the other side. Alice stumbled several times, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. The cracks in the pavement swam beneath her blurry vision. The night air was chilly and goosebumps had bloomed across her exposed skin. She vaguely recalled wearing more than just her bralette and jean shorts, but her head was too fuzzy to process anything right now. The world tilted on its axis, and Alice fell with it, collapsing onto the dewy grass. It all seemed to happen in slow motion; one moment she was walking upright, and the next, she was laying on her side, something pricking her bare legs. Suddenly, her stomach lurched, and a torrent of warm, sour liquid spewed from her lips. Taken by surprise at the unexpected expulsion of her stomach contents, Alice started to choke and cough, trying to get rid of the bitter taste of last night's alcoholic binge.  

“Ma’am, are you alright?” a deep voice hollard from above. A campus security officer was standing over Alice, wearing his uniform and two-way radio. He was a little pudgy around the middle, with a thick neck and buzz cut. 

“M’ fiiinne,” Alice moaned as she rolled onto her knees in an attempt to push herself up off the ground. Her arms and legs felt heavy and weak and she started to slump back down but was held up by two strong hands under her arms. “Ge’ the fuuc’ off’mme!” The words were slurred, but the message was clear as she began fighting to get out of this man’s grasp. However, the officer didn’t let go. He had a firm grip on her as he attempted to help her stand. 

“Miss, calm down. I’m just trying to help you,” he stated forcefully while yanking Alice to her feet. Her vision blurred and she struggled to keep herself upright. Not again. Need to get away. Balling up her first, she swung it at the officer's nose, but her aim was off and she smacked against his cheekbone instead. Recoiling from the hit, the man’s expression turned from shocked to angry. His grip on her tightened and Alice whimpered, fear taking hold. Again, she fought to escape. This time she kicked behind her and took out his right knee, causing them both to tumble forward to the ground. This gave Alice enough time to roll out from under him, lifting her legs to her chest before kicking the guard hard in the nose. A sickening crunch could be heard as her boot made contact, a painful yelp followed shortly after. Using the distraction, she rolled onto her stomach and tried to get up and run, but a hand wrapped around her ankle and yanked her back down. The side of her face collided with a patch of dirt, where the grass refused to grow, and she could faintly hear the officer calling for backup on his two-way radio. 

The last bit of adrenaline had been zapped from her body as the security guard climbed on top of her. Alice tried to find a place to escape in her mind, to think of anything other than the weight of this large man pressing down on her back. 

It suddenly felt like she was outside of her body, looking down from above. There was a stillness, a numbing calm. Muffled voices ringing in her ears, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She felt more hands touching her, pulling and twisting her limbs. Something hard and cold was wrapped around her wrists before she was being guided towards flashing red and blue lights. More voices. Were they speaking to her? 

“Ma’am. Do you understand?” Shocked out of her dissociation when a flashlight was shined into her eyes. Squinting and trying to turn away, she heard a man’s voice mumble something about her pupils. This voice was different from the one who tackled her - smooth and higher pitched. Alice didn’t say a word, she knew better than to talk to cops - or stupid campus security. Instead, she sank down into the police car's vinyl seats and looked straight ahead. It wasn't her first time getting into trouble. She knew the drill.

From the moment the car took off, Alice knew this wasn’t going to end well for her. She was never one to get motion sick, but her lingering dizziness, combined with the officer's semi-erratic driving, did nothing to calm her increasingly queasy stomach. A sudden gurgle in her throat morphed into a loud belch. Alice hiccupped and burped again. She made eye contact with the driver in the rear view mirror. They looked very nervous. Alice couldn’t help but giggle, which jostled her tummy and sent another burp up, along with a bit of bile that she swallowed back down. 

A few minutes passed and she thought she was in the clear, until the vehicle suddenly screeched to a halt. Alice went flying forward, bumping her forehead on the plastic divider separating the front and back seats. The abrupt movement, and pressure from the lap belt, caused the contents of her stomach to violently slosh and churn. There was little warning before her body rejected it all together and a torrent of vomit splashed onto her lap, the foot well, and the prisoner partition. The officer let out a string of expletives, but continued to drive. The station was just a few blocks away, and Alice didn’t blame them for not wanting to be trapped in a car with the stench of her puke.

Another mugshot, another fingerprint scan, and this time, a change of clothes. Alice was back in a holding cell, tapping her fingers on the white painted brick. Although her stomach still felt sour, it was mostly settled. The embarrassment struck her once she arrived at the jail, and everyone turned to look at the girl covered in vomit. However, there was one kind female officer who took her into a separate room and  helped her clean up. 

After what felt like hours, Alice was finally able to make her phone call. She knew who to call, but was not looking forward to the conversation. They had bailed her out of trouble countless times before, but she knew she was about to be chewed out. Fuck it. Alice dialed the number and waited while the phone rang and rang. Finally, he picked up.

“What the fuck did you do this time, Al?” The voice boomed through the receiver, and she pulled it away from her ear. 

“Hello to you too, bro,” Alice replied, rolling her eyes. Calvin was two years older than her, and had his own history of getting into trouble with the law. 

“I don’t have time for niceties when I’m getting a call from the Chicago police department at five in the goddamn morning.” Was it five already? Damn. “What the hell did you even do?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I fucked up. Can you please just come and get me now?” She really didn’t want to admit to her brother what she did.

“Not until you tell me why you’re there? Let me guess��you got drunk and tried to ride a float in the pride parade? Or you got drunk and tried to release all of the animals at the renaissance fair? Oh wait…” 

“Fuck you. That elephant was clearly being abused!” Alice heard her brother scoff on the other end of the phone, and she took a deep breath. “Okay…I may or may not have kicked a campus security guy in the face.” 

“Jesus Christ, Al. I thought you were done pulling shit like this.” She could hear the disappointment oozing out of every word. “I can’t believe you assaulted a cop! Were you trying to get arrested?”

“It was campus security, not a real cop.” Alice rolled her eyes. “Besides, he came at me first! I was just defending myself.” she explained, wrapping the cord of the phone around her finger. When he didn’t immediately reply, she spoke again, but this time her voice was softer. “Calvin, can you please bail me out?” Surely he wouldn’t just leave her here. Right?

“…obviously. Fucking idiot,” he mumbled the insult, and Alice smirked. “I’ll be there in a couple hours, alright? Try not to go berserk and dropkick any other officers.” 

“Thank you.” Alice let out a deep breath she didn’t realize she was holding and hung up the phone.  I may write an additional scene where Calvin comes to pick her up, but I'm not sure. Let me know what you think!

[ubiquitous-lurker]

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

[crystalsnow95z]

May I request a carsick yoongi i love your fics very much

Ooh something simple. Sounds like the perfect thing to get me out of disliking all my writing

vom!t warning.

"Yoongi, have you seen my switch? " Jin asks, searching the room they share. The boys were packing for a road trip, having a week off after their recent concert.

"I'll look for it, hyung. I think I saw it in the living room" Yoongi leaves the room where Jimin was struggling to get his bag to zip shut in the living room.

"What did you put in there? Your whole closet?" Taehyung teases him, watching his struggle with amusement.

"Just help me get it closed!" Jimin whines at Taehyung, his cheeks puffing up. His cute pout works to get Taehyung to assist him, putting his weight on the bag while Jimin zips it.

Yoongi finds Jin's switch on the table in the living room. "Taehyung-ah did you finish packing?"

"I just need to wait a few more minutes for the dryer to be done for my jacket. Hyung, did you eat yet?" Taehyung asks, already knowing the answer.

"No, I had to pack all my equipment. I'll grab something before we leave."

"Hyung, you should eat something now before we run out of time."Jimin frets, but Yoongi didn't hear over Jungkook yelling."Taehyungie-hyung laundry is done!"

Yoongi returns to the room, handing the switch to Jin. "Here, hyung."

"Thanks, Yoongi. Is everyone else ready?" Jin puts his switch in its case, sliding it into his bag.

"I don't know. I'll go check." Yoongi knocks on the door of Namjoon's room. "Namjoon-ah are you ready?"

"I can't find my headphones." Namjoon says tearing apart his side of the room looking.

"What? Again? Didn't you just get them before our tour?" Yoongi starts helping Namjoon look, the boys finally finding them underneath the bed under a sock.

"Thanks, hyung." Namjoon reaches for them, but Yoongi puts them in pocket.

"I'll hang onto them until we get to the RV. Help me get the others ready. We need to meet up with staff in twenty minutes.."

With Yoongi helping everyone else get ready, he completely forgot to take care of himself not eating before getting into the RV, a choice he regretted a half hour into their long drive. A wave of nausea hit Yoongi hard, wrapping his arm around his stomach with a small whine.

"Yoongi are you okay?" J-Hope puts an arm around Yoongi. "You look pale.."

"No..I don't feel well.." Yoongi's voice comes out soft, laying his head down on the table, a wave of nausea making his mouth fill with saliva, swallowing hard.

"What's wrong with Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin asks when he hears the soft thud of Yoongi putting his head down.

"He said he's not feeling well.." J-hope runs his hand through Yoongi's hair. "He was fine this morning.."

"Maybe it's the car.. Yoongi-hyung do you think you can switch seats. Facing forward by the window helps.." Jimin tells Yoongi.

Yoongi picks up his head to try to follow Jimin's advice, but feels his stomach muscles tighten painfully, feeling bile force its way up, burning his throat, but he swallows it down. "I..I'm going to be sick..." he whispers, feeling the vomit rising up again.

Jungkook quickly gets the trashcan from underneath the sink, passing it to Jimin to hold in front of Yoongi, who just barely makes it into the bin.

Jungkook goes right the front of the RV where Jin was driving, trying to get help

J-hope holds onto Yoongi for dear life as the deagu rapper emptied everything his stomach had into the bin, his body doubling over in pain. "D..don't touch my stomach.." Yoongi groans between heaves, the pressure of J-hope's arms feeling like a punch to his queasy stomach. "I..it hurts..."

"I'm sorry Yoongi-hyung, I'm sorry." j-hope holds higher to avoid touching Yoongi's tender stomach, rubbing his back until the heaving stop, forcing his weak stomach to not gag at the sound of Yoongi.

Yoongi collapses into J-hope's body when his body finally relents, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he tries to slow his breathing.

J-hope takes Yoongi's hand, rubbing his thumb across his knuckles. "Aiigo.. my poor Yoongi.. What happened to make you so sick...?"

"I..I think it's just..just motion sick.." Yoongi says between gasps of air, finding a steady breath. "I'll be okay.."

Taehyung digs a water bottle out of his backpack, taking off the cap before offering it to Yoongi. "Here hyung, try sipping some water.."

Yoongi's hands shake when he reaches for it, so j-hope puts his hands over his to help hold it steady.

"Drink slowly hyung..you dont want to make yourself sick again.." J-hope tells him, not letting him tip the bottle too much. The water helped him gain some of his strength back, but did nothing to help his knotting stomach.

"Namjoonie can i sit by the window?" His voice comes out hoarsely, willing to try anything to ease his suffering.

Namjoon gets up without hesitation, helping Yoongi to his feet. Yoongi wraps his arms around Namjoon's waist tightly when he feels a wave of dizziness wash over him, his knees threatening to buckle. Namjoon holds Yoongi tightly to his chest. "I got you.. I won't let you fall.."

"Sorry..." Yoongi mumbles into his chest, loosening his grip.

"Don't be." Namjoon gets him in the seat, helping him slide towards the window, Namjoon sliding in next to him. "You can't help being sick." He leans over Yoongi to Crack open the window, trying to get fresh air for his sick hyung.

"It'll be another 13 kilometers before we'll hit a town.." Jungkook says sullenly, taking his seat."We're stuck on the road. He says he's going to try to drive as carefully as he can, though."

"I'll be okay..don't worry about it.." Yoongi tries to sound confident,trying to focus on the horizon line, but his vision blurred when another wave of dizziness hit him. Yoongi leaned into the window, pressing his cheek to the cool glass, a small groan escaping him.

J-hope reaches his hand across the table to grab Yoongi's, giving his clammy hand a squeeze. Yoongi wraps his fingers around his, not wanting J-hope to pull away.

"Did you forget to take medicine so you wouldn't get carsick? I left it in the bathroom for you.." Jimin asks, trying to determine what was wrong with his brother. Motion sickness usually didn't hit him so hard.

Yoongi cursed under his breath, giving Jimin the answer he needed.

"I have some in my bag.." J-hope fishes in his cross body bag, finding the small bottle and shaking one out. Namjoon reaches for it, holding it for Yoongi until he's ready to take it.

Yoongi picks his head up weakly, taking the tablet from Namjoon. "Thanks Hoba..Namjoon.."

"Did you at least eat?" Taehyung asks, taking Yoongi's silence as a no.

"Hyung, me and Taehyungie told you to eat something.." Jimin scolds him.

"I have some fruit in my bag. Do you want to try to eat hyung?" Jungkook offers. "Maybe eating something will help.."

"I think I'd just throw it up..." Yoongi answers honestly.

"It'll be less painful to throw up if you have something in your stomach." Jimin states softly. "Apples are pretty light on the stomach.."

"Alright.. I'll try to eat a bit.." Yoongi's abdomen still ached, making every deep breath painful.

Jungkook searches his bag, finding the leftover fruit from his fruit basket, picking a small red apple for Yoongi.

Yoongi took a few bites of the apple despite having no appetite, being used to eating when he didn't feel hungry. He was surprised when he didn't feel his body instantly reject the food he put inside it.

"Did it help?" Jungkook asks, looking at him with big doe eyes.

"A little..thank you.." Yoongi gives a small smile to the mankae. "I'm going to try to sleep..."

"Do you want a pillow or blanket?" J-hope asks, Jungkook already getting up to look for some.

Jungkook gives the blanket to Namjoon to cover up Yoongi, jungkook placing the pillow on the table. Yoongi didn't realize how cold he felt until Namjoon wrapped the blanket around him.

Yoongi puts in his earphones, leaning against the window, watching the scenery go by. Yoongi didn't take long to fall asleep, his body falling into Namjoon when the RV turned.

"He's out.." Namjoon smiles fondly.

"Good..hopefully he can sleep through the trip.." J-hope's wish didn't come true though.

Yoongi was woken up when they hit traffic, the stop and go shaking his stomach again. He felt bloated.. like a balloon ready to burst, but no heaves came. Only pain. "Seokjin-hyung..." He whined softly for his only hyung

"He's driving right now, I'm here though.. do you need to throw up again..?" Namjoon is frightened by Yoongi's sudden needy cry for help.

Yoongi's stomach sloshed painfully when the RV stopped again, gurgling loudly. "I don't know.." He whispers, pressing his forehead into Namjoon's shoulder. He woke up in a cold sweat, the warmth of his leader giving him some comfort.

Namjoon rubs Yoongi's shoulder, motioning for someone to grab the bin. He knew it was coming by just looking at the oldest rapper.

As soon as the RV started moving again, his stomach lurch forward with it, Yoongi covering his mouth when he felt his stomach muscles pushing all of its contents back up his throat, finally giving him some relief from the pain.

Namjoon quickly puts the trash bin in front of him. As soon as a yoongi moves his hand, he heaves hard, the partly digested apple coming up. Jimin was right that it wasn't as painful, it didn't burn his throat as badly as the first time,but his stomach, on the other hand, still ached painfully with every heave, a small whimper escaping his lips.

"Yoongi really isn't feeling well.." Jimin frowns. "Did the medicine not help?"

"You're supposed to take it at least a half hour before traveling, it probably hasn't kicked in. Its only been twenty minutes.." J-hope answers, hiding his face in Jungkook's shoulder, feeling queasy at the sound of Yoongi's getting sick.

Jungkook's heart sank seeing the pain in Yoongi's eyes, tears glistening in his eyes, hiding his face in his hands. J-hope hears Jungkook's sobs, pulling the youngest to his chest, pushing past his own discomfort to try to console the young vocalist, whispering sweet nothings to try to calm him.

This time, the dry heaving felt like it would never end, Yoongi's eyes watering from the pain. It continued until every ounce of energy was drained, leaning into Namjoon.

"Are you okay Yoongi-hyung?" Jungkook sniffles, voice trembling.

Yoongi sits up to face Jungkook."Jungkookie don't cry.. I'm okay.. I'm okay.." He reaches for Jungkook's hand, Jungkook taking his hand tightly. "It's just an upset stomach, it's nothing serious to cry over okay?" His voice comes out as a raspy whisper.

"Alright.." Jungkook wipes his tears away. "I think you should lay down though, you look exhausted.."

"I will, I need water first..my throat hurts.." Yoongi coughs.

Jimin quickly searches for the water bottle, giving it to Yoongi, who spills it down his chin, Namjoon quickly steadying it, using his sleeve to wipe the water from Yoongi's skin.

"Hyung, do you want to lay your head in my lap?" Taehyung offers. "I could rub your belly." He was desperate to try to do something to help Yoongi, just like the others. "I'll be really gentle."

Yoongi considered the offer but had too much pride to voice it. Luckily Taehyung could pick up on it. "Come on Hyung, i can make sure you don't fall forward if you fall asleep. I want to help you." Taehyung gives him a cute pout to try to soften him.

"Alright, fine.. Namjoon.." Yoongi didn't need to say thing more to get Namjoon to help him to his feet and onto Taehyung's lap, resting his head on his thigh.

Yoongi closed his eyes, fatigue hitting hard as soon as he laid down. Namjoon covered Yoongi back up, before taking his seat again. "Be careful not to hit your head on the table when you sit up."

"I won't.." Yoongi yawns the words. "I'm not that clumsy.."

Taehyung reaches his slender fingers over to Yoongi's stomach, brushing his fingers across gently, not wanting to put any pressure on it. He could feel Yoongi slowly starting to relax, relief washing over him that his touch wasn't causing pain.

Yoongi watched Taehyung's hand gently, moving across his stomach, the pain slowly dulling enough for him to fall asleep.

Taehyung didn't stop until he knew Yoongi was fully asleep, waiting for his breathing to go deeper and his head to roll to one side before resting his hand on Yoongi's chest.

[warmmilkytea]

i made a little comic, but i cant colour it :(

[scratchcraftwheretheyshouldntbe]

Carsick in front of a Model T Ford.

(Photo courtesy of Wikipedia, art by Carsick himself.)

[danafeelingsick]

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[1heartsickfics]

hey if ur still doing requests could you please do a supernatural one. where like dean gets like super burpy carsick and cas takes care of him and could you add some smut in there if not that’s completely fine

I felt like it would be unrealistic for Dean to be carsick lol but I still made him get sick while in the car, just for another reason. Hopefully that's okay lol.

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"Dean,"

"Huh? What Cas?" Dean was drawn out of his thoughts. He'd been zoning out for the last who knows how long.

"I asked if you were okay," Cas said. Dean could feel the man staring at him, as he had the tendency to do.

"I'm fine," Dean answered, maybe a little too quickly. Truthfully, he hadn't felt well ever since they'd crossed the Missouri state line.

"Are you sure Dean because you don't look very-"

"I'm fine," Dean snapped, interrupting Cas before he could even finish.

Cas was quiet for a while after that, just staring out the window. Glancing over at him, Dean signed, he shouldn't have snapped at Cas like that he was just trying to help. Dean winced as his stomach turned, forcing a belch up his throat, which he muffled into his hand as best he could. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cas looking at him again.

Dean stared straight ahead at the road, hoping Cas would just let it go. Thankfully, he did, not saying a word.

As each mile marker passed Dean found himself feeling worse though. His stomach was fully churning by this point, making him feel nauseous. Little burps had been forcing their way out of his stomach every couple of minutes. He had one hand inside his jacket, pressed against his abdomen to try and calm it but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

"You're not fine Dean," Cas broke the silence a while later.

Dean didn't say anything, afraid that more than just words would come out if he opened his mouth.

Cas sighed. "Would you just pull over and let me drive? Stop being so stubborn," he said, rolling his eyes.

As much as Dean wanted to argue, he also wanted to curl up in the passenger seat and try to sleep this off. So without a word, he did as Castiel suggested. He pulled over to the side of the highway and put the car in park. Suddenly, his door was opening and Cas was grabbing his elbow, helping him out of the car.

Dean stiffened as soon as he was standing, feeling his stomach lurch. He bent over, bracing his hands on his knees, mouth hanging open as an intense wave of nausea rushed over him.

Cas silently rubbed a hand up and down Dean's back over his jacket. Normally Dean would've waved him off, but he felt so miserable that the comfort was appreciated, so he let it happen. After a moment, the nausea receded slightly. He slowly straightened back up.

"Are you not going to vomit?" Cas asked, his hand stilling on Dean's back, just resting there.

Dean shook his head, "Don't think so, just keep burping." As if to prove his point, his stomach squeezed, making Dean burp into his fist.

"Did you eat something bad?" Cas asked. He'd known that something was wrong with Dean since they'd crossed the Missouri state line, but Dean could be so stubborn.

Dean shrugged, "Probably. Haven't felt right for hours," he admitted, flushing slightly.

"I know," Cas said, "Come on, let's get to a motel or something so you can lay down," with his hand still on the small of Dean's back he led him around to the passenger side of the car and helped him in. Much to Cas's surprise, Dean didn't resist. He just let himself be man handled into his baby.

Cas walked back around to the driver's side and got in, starting the car. Dean was curled in on himself, head leaned against the window, both arms wrapped around his stomach. Before he pulled back out onto the road, he grabbed his trench coat from the floorboard and draped it over Dean.

"Thanks," Dean mumbled, groaning as he let out another burp, not even bothering to try and cover it this time.

"Try to get some sleep okay? Just let me know if we need to stop," Cas said, reaching over to squeeze Dean's shoulder.

[feelingpoorly]

Not gonna make it...

So, sickie is being driven home from work by their co-worker friend after they found them being sick in the employee bathrooms

The way these three lines of dialogue are only slightly different but can convey all different kinds of kinky sickfic goodness;

"I won't make it"

"I can't make it"

"I'm not gonna make it"

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Oliver gets carsick + multiple caretakers (mostly Isaac)

“I knew my rent was gon’ be late about a week ago,” Jordan sang.

“I worked my ass off,” sang Spirit next.

Then Issac sang, “but I still can’t pay it though.”

Oliver smiled while watching his friends sing. Spirit was driving, and Jordan—who had shotgun—was in charge of the radio.

“Oooooooooooh,” Isaac belted, “I want the time of my life.” Then he looked at Oliver with an exuberant smile. “Dude, c’mon. Sing!”

Oliver shook his head, even though the movement made his head spin. He compulsively swallowed down the water that was starting to flood his mouth. “No,” he said sweetly, smiling. “No thank you, I’m good.”

Isaac shrugged. “Okay.” Then he belted out the next lyric of the song, his voice cracking so badly that it sent all of them into a fit of laughter. Oliver grimaced a bit as the laughing made his head pound slightly. Thankfully though, no one noticed.

Oliver glanced at the GPS. They had another hour and a half before they got to the hotel. There were a few days with no classes, and they decided to take a trip away from campus. There was a carnival fair in Las Vegas that they were going to spend the next day at.

Keiko, Amberlynn, and Birdie were in the car behind them. Eliana was spending the short break with her family in Virginia.

Suddenly, Oliver’s stomach let out an unhappy grumble. The music was loud enough that the others didn’t hear, but Oliver’s smile instantly slipped away. He wrapped his arms around his unhappy gut and leaned his head against the window. His stomach grumbled again and he pressed a fist to his mouth to muffle a burp that tasted a lot like his lunch.

Just then, Spirit looked at Oliver through the rear-view mirror. “Hey,” she said, turning down the music. “Oliver, you okay?”

Oliver wanted to put on a smile again and ignore how he was feeling, but he just couldn’t. He leaned forward, resting his head against the back of Jordan’s seat, and shook his head. “No,” he groaned.

Jordan instantly turned in her seat to look back at Oliver. “Are you sick?”

Oliver suddenly felt a hand gently rubbing his back.

“Hey,” Isaac said softly. “What’s wrong? Are you gonna puke?”

Oliver thought for a second before nodding stiffly.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed quietly. “Spirit, pull over,” he said.

“Wait,” she said. “There’s a gas station right there. Just hold on a minute.”

The churning in Oliver’s stomach was getting worse and he could feel his half-digested sandwich making its way up his throat. Before he knew it though, the car had come to a stop and Isaac had reached over and opened his door. He bent outside of the car and vomited. Isaac’s hand held onto his shoulder, keeping him from falling out.

“Just let it all up, man, you’re okay,” soothed Isaac.

“I’m gonna go inside and get some plastic bags,” Spirit suddenly said. “Be right back.”

Oliver continued to puke for a solid couple of minutes. He coughed a bit, choking on his bile.

“Easy,” Issac said. “Breathe.”

“Oliver?” Jordan suddenly said. “You—“

She was cut off when he retched and another stream of vomit spewed from his mouth.

Suddenly, Oliver could hear Keiko’s voice. Before he knew it, the guy was standing in front of him with his hands on his shoulders.

”Oliver,” he exclaimed. He pressed a palm to Oliver’s forehead, but felt no heat.

”Not a fever,” Oliver grumbled, a sting of spit dangling from his chin. “Carsick.”

Oliver could also hear Amberlynn and Birdie, but he was so dizzy that he had no idea who they were talking to or what they were saying. Were they talking to him? Were they asking him if he was okay?

Oliver hung outside the car for a few minutes, gagging and bringing up everything in his stomach. Then he did nothing but dry heave.

“Hey, Olive,” Isaac suddenly said, rubbing his arm gently. “You done? Spirit got you some meds.”

Oliver dry heaved for another minute before nodding. “‘M done,” he groaned, sitting back against his seat again. Isaac had one of those gas station napkins that was rough to the touch, and he was using it to wipe off Oliver’s mouth and chin.

Then Isaac was holding a water bottle to his mouth. “Here,” he said, “rinse your mouth, and then take a few sips. Okay?”

Oliver nodded, taking the water bottle and doing as Isaac instructed. From the corner of his eye, he could see Keiko and Spirit talking outside. He wished he knew what they were saying.

The water and meds stayed down, thankfully. Oliver’s stomach was still churning though. He curled up in his seat and closed his eyes, and Isaac smoothed hair away from his forehead that had become slick with sweat.

“Staying down?” Isaac asked.

Oliver nodded, his eyes still closed.

Isaac smiled. “Maybe try to sleep for the rest of the drive.”

Jordan turned in her seat and looked back at them. “You want him to take an hour-and-a-half-long nap?”

Oliver peeked one eye open. “I’ve taken three-hour-long naps before. I can sleep for an hour and a half.”

Jordan nodded before getting out of the car and going to where Keiko and Spirit were. Birdie and Amberlynn had joined that conversation too, but Spirit and Keiko were doing most of the talking.

Finally, Keiko handed Amberlynn his keys, and she and Birdie and Jordan made their way to his car. Spirit got back into the driver seat and Keiko went shotgun. It made sense why; Keiko was a pro at taking care of people since he was a pediatrician major. Spirit handed a wad of several plastic bags to Isaac before pulling out of the gas station. Oliver squeezed his eyes tightly and took deep breaths through his nose. Isaac continued to stroke his hair, and Oliver couldn’t help but lean into the touch as he fell asleep.

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They pulled up to the hotel around 7:30.

Oliver was out cold, and Isaac couldn’t help but compare Oliver to an adorable, sleeping puppy. He didn’t have the heart to wake him up, and neither did the others. Not even Spirit.

Isaac and Keiko stayed in the car with Oliver while the others checked in and brought their bags up to their rooms.

Finally, Spirit came back with the room keys. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Two rooms of two and one room of three. Keiko, are you sharing a room with Amberlynn or Oliver?”

Keiko was about to answer when Isaac said, “I’ll share with him. We room together.” They’d been best friends for years and had agreed before they left to room together. “Kei, you go ahead and room with Amberlynn. Spirit, you room with Birdie and Jordan. That should work out best, yeah?”

Keiko raised a brow. “You sure? He’s sick and—”

“Carsick,” Isaac interjected. “Olive has always had a weak stomach, but he’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Keiko and Spirit both hesitated for a minute. Then Keiko said, “I guess we should wake him up.”

Isaac got out of the car and went to the trunk, slung both his and Oliver’s backpacks onto his back, and made his way over to Oliver’s side. “Olive,” he whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. “Olive, wake up.”

Oliver groaned and blinked his eyes open a bit. Keiko got out of the car and said, “Are you sure you don’t want me to room with him?”

“I got him,” Isaac said, easing one of Oliver’s arms around his neck and helping him out of the car. Oliver, half asleep, groaned because of the movement and his head lolled onto Isaac’s shoulder. Isaac had to resist the urge to smile.

Keiko and Spirit and the others went to their rooms (the rooms were nowhere near each other), and Isaac half-carried Oliver to theirs. It was one of those hotels where the lobby is a separate building from the actual rooms, and Isaac was thankful for that because it meant no one would look at the two of them funny.

While they walked, Oliver groaned and said, “My head hurts.”

“I know,” Isaac said. “Were almost there.”

Oliver’s head was throbbing. Oliver groaned again and pressed his face into Isaac’s neck. Isaac’s face instantly turned red, and he was thankful that no one was around and Oliver was too out of it to notice.

“You’re comfy,” Oliver sighed.

Isaac let himself smile. He couldn’t help it.

They got to their room and Isaac immediately brought Oliver to one of the beds. Oliver kicked off his shoes and fell back against the bed, not even bothering to get under the sheets.

Isaac set down their bags on the dresser and looked at his best friend. He wasn’t surprised that the guy was already out cold again. He knew that Oliver would be fine when he woke up in the morning.

Isaac was also tired. He took off his shoes and changed into some sweats and a t-shirt before shutting off the lights and climbing into his own bed.

It wasn’t even eight, but he was tired. Not tired enough to fall asleep though.

He scrolled through TikTok on his phone, mostly watching videos of funny animals and vines. He kept the volume low so not to wake Oliver, but it still must’ve been too loud because Oliver stirred and blinked awake when it was close to midnight. “Issac?”

Isaac instantly paused a vine he was watching and sat up. “Hey,” he said quietly, squinting at Oliver through the dark. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

Oliver also sat up. He shook his head. “No, you didn’t.” He yawned and stretched. “I just. . . woke up.”

Isaac nodded. “So, you feeling better?”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “What time is it?”

Isaac looked at the time on his phone. “11:48,” he said.

“Oh, wow,” Oliver said, rubbing his temples. “I’ve been sleeping for hours.” He chuckled a little.

Isaac nodded, smiling. “So, you gonna go back to sleep now?”

Oliver shook his head. “No, I’m not really tired anymore. Wanna watch a movie?”

Despite the fact that he was feeling more tired now, Isaac said, “Yes.”

Oliver smiled and left his bed, joining Isaac on his.

“80s Romeo and Juliet?”

Isaac rolled his eyes. “You love that movie.”

“Wrong,” Oliver said. “I love Leonardo DiCaprio while he was still young and hot, and I love seeing Harold Perrineau dressed as a freaking drag queen.”

Isaac laughed a bit, exiting tik tok on his phone and finding the cringy movie.

“I swear,” he said. “It’s like the wild west met modern day met a fever dream met the gayest gay town in the universe. That’s what this movie is.”

Oliver nodded in agreement, scooting a bit closer to Isaac to look at the phone screen better. A blush crept up on Isaac’s face, and he pretended not to notice so Oliver hopefully wouldn’t either.

About halfway through the movie, Isaac’s hold on the phone started to slip as he started to doze off a bit. Oliver noticed and looked at him. “Want me to hold the phone?”

Isaac shook his head and forced himself to look more awake. “No, I’m fine.”

Oliver didn’t believe him. He frowned and snatched the phone from Isaac. “Hey!”

“I have headphones, and you’re sleepy. Go to sleep.”

“I’m fine,” Isaac insisted, but Oliver ignored him, pulling his earbuds out of his pocket and plugging them into Isaac’s phone.

Isaac knew there was no point in trying to argue with Oliver. Finally, he sighed and leaned his head to the side so his temple was resting on Oliver’s shoulder. Oliver smiled. This reminded him of the sleepovers he and Isaac had as kids. Isaac would always fall asleep first, and he wouldn’t sleep until whatever movie they had on was finished.

Oliver rested his head on Isaac’s, feeling a random jolt of happiness thinking that he’d always be close to his best friend in the whole world.

When the movie finished, it was close to two in the morning. Oliver turned off Isaac’s phone and set it on the bedside table.

He knew he should go to his own bed, but he felt so warm and comfortable next to his peacefully sleeping best friend, so he just closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep right where he was.

[bellysoupset]

hiii can you please write a fic with leo getting carsick with lucas and vince?? and this time it’s pretty bad, they have to pull over multiple times and he still can’t stop dry heaving long after he’s empty and vince and luke are in complete Protective Bro Mode taking care of leo

"So I put my hands up" Vince belted from the top of his lungs, causing Lucas to dissolve in a fit of giggles and turn up the radio. He joined in the singing "They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like-" and then pointed at Vince, who chorused in, "YEeeaahhh"

"You two are awful" Leo groaned from the passenger seat, rubbing his temples.

"Moving my hips like yeah!" Vin yelled from the back and Lucas snorted loudly.

"It's a party in the USA!"

"God" Leo sighed, leaning his head against the window.

"Cheer the fuck up, Leo!" Vin squealed, shoving his big body between the passenger and driver's seat and shaking Leo's arm, "it's the song of our people!"

"...Your people?" Leo groaned, slapping Vince's hand away from his arm, "dumbasses?"

Lucas rolled his eyes, "you started dating Jonah a week ago, why is he already rubbing off on you?"

"Fuck off, Luke" Leo scoffed, rubbing his face and glaring out of the windshield. A heavy silence settled and Vince scoffed, slapping Lucas' arm.

"You gone and made it weird, cazzo" he grumbled, before ruffling Leo's blonde hair, "what's up kiddo, you're all mopey."

"Don't call me kiddo" Leo sighed and then bit down a groan as he felt his stomach flip flop. It felt like it was filled to the brim with hot soup, even though the last he had eaten was bland oatmeal, followed by his anti nausea medication. Said medication that had promised to knock him out and give him a blissful six hours of cross country trip. Clearly it wasn't working.

"Answer the question, you little prick."

"I'm just... Just feeling bleh" Leo blushed. Suddenly he felt like the worst person ever. Not only he was a hassle to deal with by constantly getting carsick, but he was also bringing down the mood of the car. Vince and Luke had been so happy not even a minute before and now they were both frowning, looking at him with twin faces of concern.

"Bleh?" Luke repeated, "as in a headache or I'm gonna throw up in the car bleh?"

"Uhm," Leo curled up in himself, "a little bit of both..." his stomach churned, "maybe more the second."

"What the heck, you're sitting on the front and you took meds!" Vince whined, "I thought that wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Me too, sorry" Leo mumbled and Vince winced.

"No man, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad for you. This sucks" he ran his fingers through Leo's hair without thinking, catching Lucas' eyes on the rear view mirror and doing that twin thing they did, where they talked with just their eyes.

Leo groaned and leaned onto Vince's touch. Vin's hands were always a touch too warm, but at least they were solid and steady, a change from the sensation of the moving car.

"Leo," Lucas reached in to squeeze his leg in a reassuring manner, "do I need to pull over?"

Leo thought about it for a second. He really wanted to say he could do until the next gas stop, but his stomach was going from angry to fucking furious and he could already taste his breakfast in the back of his throat, "...Please."

"It's okay buddy" Lucas nodded, swiftly slowing down the car and turning up the emergency sign. He parked on the dust shoulder and Leo groaned, unlocking the door with a shaky hand.

"I'll be right back" he mumbled, then dizzily stepped out of the car, trying to salvage a scrap of his dignity. He made it to the back of the car and crouched down on the gravel, using the trunk to support his arms.

Inside the car, Vince watched as Leo, pale as a ghost suddenly disappeared from view and he raised a startled eyebrow "uh... I think we just lost the baby."

Lucas snorted, "he'll be pissed if he hears you call him that...Even"

"Odd" Vince said, then threw up his hand in the space between them, holding up two fingers. Lucas had only held up one and he sighed, seeing the results of their childish match. Vince grinned, "rough, bud" he said, kicking Lucas' driver seat.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "give me a water bottle" he asked, taking it and getting out of the car. He cringed as he approached the back and found Leo hunched down, with a small puddle of chunky white and brown puke before him.

"Hey" he said softly, crouching down too and planting a hand on Leo's back. Today he was wearing a long sleeved henley and its back was already drenched in sweat, "Leo, you're done, man."

"Uhm," Leo gagged weakly, "don't..." he let out a small burp, "don't think so."

"Okay, take your time" Lucas planted a hand in the middle of his back, "why are you almost on all fours?"

"Didn't want you to-" Leo interrupted himself with a painful heave and brought up a mouthful more of brown liquid "ah fuck..."

Lucas wrinkled his nose at the mess. He wasn't one to be bothered by vomit, but this stank, "get it up," he said gently, rubbing Leo's back a little forcefully.

A minute later Leo let out a queasy moan and almost lost his hold on the trunk as he heaved. Lucas grabbing his shirt was the only thing keeping him from face planting, as he brought up a lot more vomit.

He stopped puking and hung over it, breathing strongly "I'm..." he paused and spat in the puddle "I'm done."

"Alright" Lucas grunted, since his legs were starting to ache from the awkward crouched down position, "up we go"

"You talk like such a dad, Lucas" Leo chuckled weakly, stumbling away from the mess and resting against the car, "fuck my stomach hurts."

"Yeah, I'd expect so" Lucas handed him the water bottle "the fuck did you eat for breakfast, battery acid?"

Leo lowered the water bottle before it could touch his lips and gagged at the mention of his breakfast, glaring at Lucas, who had the decency of blushing and mumbling "sorry."

He waited patiently as Leo swished the water around his mouth, spat it and then took a tiny sip, trying to regulate his breathing.

"It's staying down?"

"Uhm... Not sure" Leo pressed the cold water bottle to his forehead, "I'm very dizzy, Luke."

"Meds did fuck-all" Lucas noted, rubbing his arm, "we'll stop at the next gas stop we find, get you some of the real stuff."

"No point" Leo squeezed his eyes, "...doubt I could keep it down now."

"We'll try anyway" Lucas promised, then fidgeted, "ready to get back in the car?"

Leo nodded, albeit he wasn't so sure. Just the thought of being in a moving car, again, was making him anxious. Speaking of anxious, as soon as he sat back down, Vince was the perfect picture of a worried mother, combing his hair back, hands on his clammy neck and forehead.

"How are you feeling, Leo?"

"Like crap" Leo sighed, cheeks blushing because he couldn't stop himself from leaning onto Vince's touch, "I hate my fucking stomach."

"Me too, kid" Vince sighed, rubbing his shoulders as Lucas started the car back up, "Uhm, I got you a bag..."

It was a nice gesture, but it made Leo's stomach clench from the sheer humiliation, let alone the nausea. Why couldn't he be like the other two, just hanging out, having the time of their lives?

"Thanks" Leo mumbled, taking it and leaving it on his lap. He knew he was far from empty, even if he hadn't eaten much for breakfast, Jonah had made sure he ate more than one yogurt he was planning to have. Now he was regretting it.

Thinking of his boyfriend at least brought up the small ounce of relief that he wasn't around for such a pathetic display. Even if Jonah had seen him sick a million times before, at least this was one less.

His belly churned as Lucas pulled the car into the road and Leo kept his eyes shut. He wasn't sure if it was helping with the motion sickness, so he forced them to open, only to catch his two best friends in the act of silently communicating.

"You guys can speak about me out loud, thanks" Leo grumbled, wrapping an arm around his tender belly. It was nauseating and awful the fact that he could genuinely feel his bloated belly somersault under his arm.

"Just worrying about you, Leo" Vince sighed and kept petting his hair, "it's a long trip..."

Yes, six long hours and only one had passed. Just the thought that he still had five more hours of a car trip made his stomach turn unpleasantly, "please just punch me really hard..."

Vince chuckled, while Lucas pouted, "I don't think a concussion is really gonna help you on terms of feeling queasy, kiddo."

Leo chose to ignore the kiddo, just this once. He let out a groan and leaned his head back, into Vince's touch, "I'll just try to stay really still."

And he tried. He almost managed, pushing down the nausea for several minutes, letting out the tiniest burps that kept rolling up and tickling his throat, but bringing no real relief.

The car was silent now, the radio turned off and it was so quiet that all three guys could hear the rolling and churning of Leo's stomach. A gurgle made him cradle his belly and swallow in the acid tickling the back of his throat.

"Leo..."

"I'm- I'm fine..." he grumbled, getting a hand under his shirt and squeezing his tummy with his fingers. He burped, this one a real belch and felt something frothy claw its way up, "Ow..." he dizzily grabbed the bag in his lap, trying to get it open.

"Here, here" Vince reached in, despite the fact he was too big to keep squeezing himself in the tiny space between passenger and driver. He held up the bag for Leo, who grabbed it with both hands, leaning over it and trying not to puke.

He couldn't force his mouth to close, drool hit the plastic and he groaned loudly, no longer caring if he was embarrassing himself. Leo had the faint idea that Lucas and Vince were speaking about him, but he wasn’t sure what was being said, all that mattered was the growing sensation of being squeezed from his middle-

“UUURkk” he heaved and almost lost his grip on the bag. Vince’s hand cupped his forehead, keeping his head and aim steady and Leo gagged again, bringing up all of the remnants of his breakfast in one large gush that simply didn’t stop. Probably his dinner too.

 Oatmeal was the worst coming up, he decided, coughing and trying to get rid of the flakes in his throat, which kept triggering his gag reflex - He coughed up another torrent of liquid and the bag got heavy enough to sit on his lap and causing him to heave again, out of sheer disgust. 

“You’re empty” Vince was saying gently, “Leo, you’re empty, breathe.”

“Can’t” he gasped, eyes squeezed shut, “it’s in my thr-” he retched again and finally dislodged the little flakes which were making everything worse.

Leo’s hands trembled and he started to lower them, with the bag, only to feel Vince let go of his head to grab at it before all the vomit spilled over. He bunched it closed in one hand and Leo pressed his forehead to the car door. The wind was welcome against his face, wiping away the smell of puke that was making his stomach roil more.

“Leo?”

“I’m fine...” he mumbled dizzily, only for his shoulder to hitch and a small mouthful of puke to land on his shirt, “oh no...”

He heard Vince cursing something in italian, but Leo felt exhausted... And so queasy still, he couldn’t force himself to pay attention.

“Gonna be sick”

“You don’t have anything else to bring up, kiddo” Lucas said, only for Vince to snort.

“Don’t challenge him” Vince warned, holding the bag with one hand cupping Leo’s cheek with the other, “we need to stop, Luke, get a new bag, some napkins... Leo, hey,” he patted his cheek gently “stay in the land of the living.”

“I’m here” Leo turned his face, despite the droplets of puke clinging to his chin and buried his nose and eyes in Vince’s large palm, trying to block everything. He wanted the world to stop fucking twirling.

His belly felt like it was filled with liquid still, sloshing from side to side and he was so dizzy... His mouth watered and he groaned, gagging in Vince’s palm.

“Luke!”

“I’m pulling over, calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Vince scoffed and then the entire world came to a halt, chill air flooded the car as suddenly Leo was tipped forward, just as another rush of vomit came out of his mouth.

It stung his throat and nose, bile and water, nothing more. He hung awkwardly, half outside the car, half in and whined, unable to get it together.

“Okay” Lucas was saying, holding him put, “alright, new plan...” 

“Yeah?” Vince sounded eager to listen to the new plan. There was a beat of silence, interrupted only by Leo, retching again.

“Uhm,” Lucas sighed, “maybe get him lying down in the back, I’ll try to find a new bag and we can drive to a motel. There’s no way we’re making to New York with him in this state...”

“Noo” Leo whined,grabbing the door to force himself to sit up, “we’ll miss the concert.”

“Fuck the concert,” Lucas rolled his eyes, “who cares? Leo, you’re scari-”

“I care” Leo clenched his jaw, and yes he did. It hadn’t been cheap or easy to get the ticket, he was not Lucas Atwood who just got tickets sent to his household. He cared a fucking lot actually, “please.”

Vince groaned, “Lucas don’t fall for his puppy eyes.”

“Please” Leo repeated, turning to look at Vince, who immediately sighed, nodding his head.

“You’ll get yourself killed, kid.”

“I’m fine” Leo shook his head, before gagging softly “Well, I will be fine... Let’s not tell Jonah about this.”

“Lets” both boys agreed.  

[welcome-to-arthropodsociety]

It has come to my attention that the nauseous bitches of this website do not know of the PURE AND UTTER MAGIC of sea-bands. This is what they look like:

This is the brand I use, but pretty sure any brand would work, they're literally just sweatbands with plastic half orbs that put light pressure on the center of your wrist. I know they look like utter quackery, like something a late night TV ad would tell you would fix all your health problems and save your marriage! But these grey motherfuckers changed my life starting in like 2011. I got car sickness almost every time I was in a car for longer than 10 minutes as a kid, I was given these to try and thought they were ridiculous, but these bitches WORKED. COMPLETELY CHANGED EVERY ROAD TRIP I WENT ON FROM THEN ON. I think I've maybe vomited with these on twice??? And I definitely put them on too late each of those times. I don't know how the wizardry of these things works, but I still use them. My carsickness isn't as bad as it used to be, I actually noticed after I started wearing these I started to have less car sickness even when I wasn't wearing them, so I don't have to wear them all the time now, but that might just be me. I still wear them every time I have to drive for longer than an hour. If you're a queasy bitch who vomits every time they get into a vehicle or plane like I was, TRY THESE BANDS OF STRANGE AND CONFUSING PRESSURE POINT MAGIC, THEY MIGHT SAVE YOUR ASS LIKE THEY SAVED MINE. Just make sure you put them on before the car starts.

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Eddie x Callum: Carsick on a Long Trip

A new story has arrived, with two new OCs might I add. These two are just freaking adorable to me, and I love the dynamic here. I formally introduce you to Edward (Eddie) Harrow and Callum Ulrich, and I hope you enjoy the new fic!

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The car smelled like Wendy's French fries and cheeseburgers, which is the first thing Eddie notices when he woke from his nap. His spot in the passenger seat gives him a good view of the road, or rather, the interstate. Beside him, his boyfriend, Callum, taps his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. Eddie doesn't know how long he had been passed out, but the smell of the fast food draws his mind to the vague grumble in his stomach. It isn't quite nausea, but it certainly doesn't feel right.

He sits up, alerting Callum to his wakefulness. "Hey baby, sleep well? It's still about four hours until we get to Nashville, just so you know," Callum says, glancing over.

The rumble in his belly continues as he takes in a breath. A bit more than a grumble—and maybe a wee bit nauseating, he realizes. It's a low thrum in his mid-section... like a car engine purring, perhaps, if the car had an issue that was making a lot more vibration in the passenger seat than typical. His palm lands on it... "Mmf. Not so great. Don't know why, but..."

Callum smiles, turning down the radio volume. "Oh, that's too bad. I take it that means you aren't going to take your turn driving," he says, reaching over to give Eddie's thigh a quick squeeze.

That squeeze feels oddly comforting... his breath quickening as a deep ache forms at the bottom of his stomach. "Not the way I'm feeling right now..." He groans, his breath going rapid as he tries to find relief. "You can't think of anything you might have in the car that might help?" He asks in a quiet whisper.

Callum frowns. "Help with what hon, you haven't told me what's wrong."

"My stomach. Gods, it's killing me... feels like gas, but I don't know how to burp it out. Oof... feels like it's making so much noise, too...!" Eddie grits his teeth against the discomfort. "You always keep stuff in the glovebox... you think you might have those gas-pill things? Or the ginger beer? Or, hell, I don't know!" He asks, his face heating up.

Callum nods. "Yeah, I think I might have some Tums or something in there." He takes his eyes off the road for as long as he dares to take a good look at his boyfriend. "Babe, you look kind of pale. Are you okay? Do you need me to pull over?"

"Please," he says, not entirely sure. A part of him hopes this is nothing. That he's being paranoid. That he's just overreacting. "Just for a minute. Please." His eyes are locked on his boyfriend's. In them, he sees so, so, so much more than just the concern of an ordinary person. That look is almost paternal in nature... it threatens to break his heart. "Just for a minute... please."

The cars around them are luckily pretty far spaced out, and Callum manages to scoot into the farthest right lane pretty quickly. He coasts onto the shoulder of the road, stopping gently. One look at Eddie tells him that it was the right decision to pull off.

"Oof... oh, gods... yeah..." He feels like garbage, his hands resting over his stomach as he turns away from Callum. "Sorry... I'm sorry. This is just... oh... this is so embarrassing... but my stomach..." The tension in his cheeks and forehead tells Callum plenty, and Eddie isn't exactly capable of hiding himself right now. "Maybe... maybe I can take those tums now. Are they in the glovebox?"

Callum leans over, pops the glove compartment open, and pulls out a bottle of Tums. He shakes a couple into Eddie's palm. "Now, eat those slowly, you don't want to upset your stomach further by putting stuff in it too fast."

Eddie does as he's told, trying to control his breathing as he swallows the chalky antacids. "Feels a bit better," he admits, rubbing his thumb across his lips. "You think that was it?" He asks, eyes still closed as the antacid helps settle the food in his stomach. "I don't know... I feel a bit lightheaded, but maybe it was just nerves or... anxiety or something... I don't know..."

Running his fingers through Eddie's golden curls, Callum shrugs helplessly. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I don't know either. Do you feel like you're going to throw up, or can I get back on the interstate?"

"No way," he groans, "I don't feel like throwin' up..." But in truth, he has no idea... it's possible that the tums did nothing. He reaches out, his hand cupping Callum's cheek as he speaks. "Look... I'm sure I'm fine. Just get back on the interstate and let's get going. It'll be fine." He smiles as reassuringly as he can, though the doubt is still plain and clear. "I'll be fine... promise..."

The suspicion is clear in Callum's expression, but he starts the car again. "Okay, but tell me right away if you start to feel sick again," he says, giving Eddie's hand a squeeze before pulling back into traffic. An hour passes in quiet peace, Eddie dozing on and off for most of it, waking up from a pothole in the road that bounces the car violently.

When the jolt sends him rocketing forward, he grabs the dash and groans. "Oh, gods... that hurt..." The road is just awful, as is the feeling in his stomach. He looks to Callum for reassurance... to the man sitting next to him... to the person who makes him safe... but when Callum's eyes meet his, they show an unexpected amount of concern. "Callum? I-I don't feel too good again..."

Callum's eyes widen and he searches for a way off the road. Unfortunately, they are trapped in their lane, cars pressing in on all sides. "Hang on baby, I'm trying," he mutters, switching on his turn signal. No one pays any attention however, keeping the pair stuck in traffic.

Eddie's got to grab onto the dashboard again. He's almost certain he's going to throw up this time... "God, I'm gonna be sick..." His breath has gone shallow. "Callum, I'm gonna be sick... I'm not gonna make it in time..."

Callum's attempts grow more frantic, his breathing speeding up until he is practically hyperventilating. "I know, I know. Try to hold it in." He glances over as Eddie burps wetly and knows he doesn't have much time.

It's too late. A wave of bile erupts from his throat, shooting into his mouth until the sudden force of it forces open his jaw. A fountain of vomit blasts all over his lap. His eyes are shut tight, his face screwed up as he groans, letting his body writhe in the grip of nausea. "H-Callum," he chokes, a few spots landing on his shirt. "Callum.... oh gods..."

Finally finding a space in the traffic, Callum jerks the car into the lane, then onto the shoulder where he stops, desperately searching for a bag or something else to catch the vomit. He settles for his jacket, stripping it off and laying it across Eddie's lap. Eddie tries to stop the next wave, clapping his hand over his mouth, but the gag is too strong, and the sick spurts out from between his fingers. The smell of the vomit in his lap makes Eddie gag even more, an enormous, wet burp ejecting another spurt of chunky liquid onto Callum's jacket.

He keeps retching until he can't anymore, his eyes watering and his stomach cramping in the aftermath. He rests his head on Callum's thigh, his chest still going up and down as the air around them fills with an awful stench. "Callum..." He mumbles, "I'm so embarrassed... oh, gods, I-I'm sorry."

"No, no, baby, don't say that. You can't help it if you're sick." Callum rubs Eddie's back, careful not to touch the puddle of vomit. "Do you think it's just motion sickness, or do you think you're actually sick?"

"Mmf... I don't know..." He's still a bit faint, and trying to think in any concrete sort of way is challenging right now. "I just... feel awful. Like, I feel awful every which way... I just hope I won't throw up anymore..." He groans, pressing his forehead to Callum's leg. "God, I just wanna get to the hotel... lay down... get away from all this..."

Callum rubs the back of Eddie's neck with his thumb, hand on his neck. "I know babe, but we have to get you cleaned up first. Can you sit up for me so I can get out of the car?

For a second, Eddie isn't entirely sure if he can sit up... but with Callum's hand and gentle encouragement, he manages to. The moment his legs swing over the edge of the seat, though, the scent of his vomit makes his stomach lurch again. He's still a little wobbly, the rest of the world moving in a strange, sluggish manner. Still, he holds steady. "Yeah, I'm up... I think..."

"Ok, good job," Callum says encouragingly. He opens his own door, getting out and walking around to Eddie's side of the car. The interstate traffic around them roars in his ears, but he is mostly immune to it, more worried about Eddie than the noise. He opens Eddie's door, wincing slightly at the mess inside.

With a groan, Eddie slumps in the seat. Callum sees him press a hand to his stomach, doubling over a little with his body now turned. As Callum opens the door, he doesn't even have time to react before he is doused in a second wave of his vomit. "Oh, Gods... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!"

Callum stands, frozen for a moment, vomit dripping from his shirt and pants. The smell is horrific, and he gags a bit, but manages to get himself under control. "Well, at least you got it outside of the car this time," he mutters, regaining control of his muscles and taking the vomit-filled jacket from Eddie's lap. "Just let it out sweetheart, it will feel better once you do."

"I don't know..." He's shaking from head to toe, his face red with blood and heat. His hands are still pressed to his stomach, the vomit coating his shirt and the lower half of his torso. If not for the jacket, he'd be even more soiled. "Mmf... my stomach hurts so bad..." He curls a bit, groaning as his stomach cramps from the force of his own retching. "Callum... what do I do?" His voice is weak, barely more than a squeak.

"You have to let your body empty out baby, I'm so sorry but it's all you can do," Callum murmurs, watching his boyfriend with concern. "You just have to get it out."

"God—gods..." He groans, "I just... oh, gods... there's so much left in there..." He coughs in the aftermath, his breathing still labored as his eyes roll back. "Callum, I don't know why it's doing this... please... I feel like I'm going to vomit again...." He curls more, groaning.

Callum does his best to comfort his miserable boyfriend, but there isn't much he can do with them stuck on the side of the road. "It'll be okay sweetheart," he says softly. "You can throw up, I'll be right here the whole time."

"God...ugh... how much is there?" He moans, the smell of the vomit almost getting him going again. With a groan, he looks up at Callum, blinking away tears. "Please... I'm so tired... so light-headed... ugh..." He heaves again.

Holding back a wince, Callum massages Eddie's back from the base of the spine upwards. Vomit splatters his shoes and ankles, but he manages to keep from gagging in disgust. The noises coming from Eddie become more horrific as the flow slows down. There's nothing left in him to throw up, and so the dry heaves take over.

He keeps on retching until nothing else is left to come up... when finally, he drops back against the seat, exhausted. His stomach is swollen and gently pulsing in a way that doesn't feel entirely right. "Oh, god..." He takes in a deep breath. "God, that was... so exhausting..."

The trunk pops open with the press of a button, Callum taking a large suitcase out. He opens it, pulling out a pair of pajama pants and an old t-shirt. The boxer shorts are harder to get out, but he manages after tugging for a good ten seconds. "Here," he says, walking back to Eddie and handing him the clothes. "Put these on. You need to change out of those." His own clothing are also spoiled, so he quickly changes into a fresh set.

He grabs the shirt and pants with shaking fingers, his muscles trembling. It's an effort to get his pants off without falling to one side in the process, and every small movement feels like it expends an extraordinary amount of energy. Finally, he manages to yank them down around his ankles and step out of them, leaving them on the ground. The T-shirt is easier to pull on than his pants, though getting it over his head is a challenge too. The final result isn't quite presentable, but it could be a lot worse. "Thanks, Callum."

Callum nods, smiling. "No problem, but can you hop out for a bit so I can wipe up all the vomit in the bottom of the car?" He helps Eddie out, sitting him on the grass away from the puddle of puke. The clean-up is tedious and gross, but eventually all the sick is up off the floor and soaked into a bunch of paper towels. Callum turns back to Eddie. "Ok then babe, you ready to go?"

For all the groaning and misery, Eddie actually feels slightly better in just the simple change of clothes. He wraps his arms around himself as Callum helps him out, his skin feeling a bit clammy from the sickness and the heat. Once Callum has finished, he nods, smiling back at him from the grass. Still... his body feels like his skin fits just a little too tightly, like he's full of air. "Yeah... I can do it."

"Great, let's get a move on then," Callum answers, guiding Eddie into his seat. They take off down the road, both finally feeling as though they can relax a bit.

They make the journey with a quiet tenderness. A kind silence exists that goes beyond their words and interactions. They just... are there for each other, with their presence, and it's enough to get them through.