#puke with plot :)

[slamfalconry]

one of the best things about Worm is the constant onslaught of near-apocalyptic, emotionally-impactful events that don't include Cherish because she's just sitting at the bottom of the ocean. do you think she's mad. how mad do you think she is.

[secretobsessionstuff]

The Early Days 💜

In the early days of their relationship, Riley tried his hardest not to burp around Madix. Really, he avoided any bodily functions for the first three months of their dating. It wasn’t a big deal—just a slight aversion to showing vulnerability. Definitely not something he needed to bring up in therapy. 

So, imagine his embarrassment when his belly started to gurgle nauseously on their fifth or sixth outing that happened to be a double date with Madix’s roommate. Dakota was very friendly and loud. His girlfriend, Blair, was more relaxed. They wanted to do something more social than a movie, so Madix suggested a boardgame café just off campus. The combination of new people, a colourful environment, and an upset tummy made him dizzy.   

It was early in the evening. The four of them talked about splitting a plate of nachos as long as they kept the cards and game pieces clean. Riley agreed to everything they said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t eat anything. His stomach still felt full from lunch, and the idea of adding greasy cheese to the mix made him shiver. 

“What’s your major, Riley?” Blair asked after taking her turn to play a card. She had a soft smile that made Riley wish he could engage better in the conversation. 

“Um…psychology.” 

“That’s exciting. I almost took psych but changed my mind because…” 

A hot layer of sweat coated Riley’s body when he felt a gurgle move through his intestines. He shifted in his seat, trying to dull the squelching sounds. He caught bits and pieces of Blair’s story, but his attention was entirely stolen by the writhing in his belly. 

This was bad. The nausea and lower stomach cramps battled for dominance. He was most worried about the bubbling sensation in his bowels. Sweat gathered under his armpits and his neck. Pretty soon he would have to find the bathroom and pray that nobody else needed to go. 

Blair finished speaking but Riley apparently forgot to say anything in reply. There was a long, drawn-out pause. He startled when he felt Madix’s hand softly touch his leg from under the table. 

“Oh, that’s cool,” Riley said lamely, pushing his chair back to get out from under the table. “Sorry, I’m just gonna find the washroom.” 

For the next half-hour, Riley came and went from the table. Sometimes he made up excuses about getting a drink, yet never coming back with a cup. Sometimes he left in the middle of a game without saying a word. Most of the time, he hid himself in the single-person washroom, thankful that no one else could come in. 

His belly couldn’t make up its mind about being empty or not. Whenever he thought that there could be no more water left in his cells, he was once again proven wrong by the urgent rumbling in his guts. At least the stomach cramps were never enough to make him vomit, despite the nausea that clung to him like humid air. 

• • •

“Madix, I don’t think your date understands the concept of ‘taking turns’,” Dakota remarked as he rearranged his hand of cards for the fifth time. “He does know that the turns will eventually come back to him, right?” 

“Be patient, baby,” Blair answered for Madix. “He’s probably just nervous. Eat more nachos while we wait.” 

Madix sighed and leaned back in his chair, trying to see down the hallway that led to the bathroom. He was beginning to think that he chose an overly-stimulant place for their date. Riley had confessed to him that meeting new people was difficult for him, and here there was a whole other level to the socializing. No wonder his date kept taking breaks. Even Madix found the sounds of other people playing games distracting. The lights were too bright and the rules to every new game were complicated.  

“I should have picked a quieter place for him to meet you guys,” Madix said sadly. “I really want him to like you both.” 

Dakota nodded. “It’ll get easier. I’ll try to shut up more.”

“If he even wants to do this again,” Madix mused. 

Finally, Riley returned to the table. He ambled unsteadily down the hall, keeping his arms crossed over his body. Madix’s face lit up with a big smile as he pushed Riley’s chair out for him. That smile slowly fizzled away when Riley remained standing. 

Riley ran a shaky hand through his hair and spoke with a faint voice. “Madix, can I talk to you alone for a sec, please?” 

The boy was on his feet before Riley could finish the sentence. The two of them stood alone in the corner of the room. Madix lightly touched his arm, waiting for Riley to speak, dreading what he would say. 

“I think I’m gonna go home now.”

Madix tried to keep his expression neutral, as much as he wanted to pout and beg with Riley to stay. “…Okay, if that’s what you want. I’m sorry if this place is a bit much. It’s very busy, isn’t it?” He wanted to hug Riley and take his saddened look away. “And I’m sorry for touching your leg like that earlier. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh gosh, no. It’s not you,” Riley said pleadingly. Fuck, this is not what he wanted. He couldn’t let Madix think the date made him uncomfortable. But the only other option would be to admit how he felt.

“My friends really like you, I promise,” Madix rambled on. “Dakota is just an ADHD mess who never knows when to be quiet. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it. And Blair said she wants to be your best friend.” 

“Madix, it’s not you or your friends or this place.” Riley grabbed his arms to keep him from saying anything else. It was nice to lean on someone. Suddenly the fatigue, nausea, and dehydration slammed into him all at once. He swayed forward. “To be honest, I’m not feeling so hot.” 

“What?” Madix became aware of the weight he was supporting. He watched Riley’s eyelids droop, and his shoulders relax as the truth came out. Now that he knew what to look for, it was easy to see the signs in Riley’s baggy eyes, ashen skin, and sweaty palms. It explained his absence for most of the date. 

Riley let out a heavy exhale. Madix’s face softened as he began to understand. He might as well try a little exposure therapy and tell Madix the rest. “Something in my stomach isn’t sitting so well.”

“Did you throw up?” A realization dawned in Madix’s eyes. “Shit, you have that phobia thing, don’t you? What can I do? Maybe you should sit down.” 

“N-no, I’m okay for now. The fear is mainly towards other people. Like the sounds and stuff.” Riley shuffled his feet awkwardly on the floor, feeling his neck grow warm. “I haven’t thrown up. It hasn’t exactly hit my stomach yet, just um…other areas.” 

“Oh?” Madix cocked his head to the side, waiting for his brain to catch up. “Oh, right. Jeez, I’m sorry. That’s—that’s not fun.” 

Riley shook his head. Nothing about this was fun…okay except maybe Madix’s undivided attention, his strong grip on his arms, and the gentle way he spoke. Still, he didn’t want Madix to be around when the next wave hit. He didn’t want to be here at all. “So, I need to go home.” 

“Of course, yeah. I’ll order a ride.” He looked back at their table. “I’ll make up some excuse for why you have to leave. Can I wait with you outside?” 

“Sure.” 

The curb was cold on their butts, but it was better than standing. Their knees knocked together. Madix wrapped an arm around his date, trying to keep him warm. Occasionally, Riley moaned and leaned his face into Madix’s shoulder. 

“I got you. Everything good still?” 

The gurgling was back, this time causing Riley’s stomach to roil. His actual stomach. The organ ached beneath his hand. He couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than before. Nausea climbed higher up his throat, filling his mouth with saliva that he spat on the concrete. 

“I think I need to be sick,” Riley said, wiping his mouth. He opened his legs further to lean his head down into.

“Do you want me to leave?” An excellent question that Riley didn’t know the answer to. He liked the warmth pressed into his side. He liked the feeling of Madix’s hand rubbing his back. Without a reply, Madix continued by saying, “I don’t mind staying. You won’t gross me out.” 

A thick belch erupted from Riley’s mouth. He let his mouth hang open for saliva to trickle between his legs. “Ugh, please stay. I feel awful.” 

“I know, love, I know.” Madix rubbed big circles on the boy’s back. He vaguely wondered if Riley was going to overthink the term of endearment. All he knew was that his mom called everyone that, and it seemed to bring them comfort. It certainly brought Madix comfort when he’d been upset or sick.

Riley gagged over the puddle of saliva. The empty heaves rolled his shoulders forward with a harsh retch. He breathed heavily, hoping the vertigo would lessen before he actually started to vomit. His vision was obscured with black shadows at the edges. Madix remained sturdy, allowing Riley to anchor himself to him. 

A few hiccups and burps later, Riley brought up a watery wave of sick. Each successive belch became thicker until the full contents of his stomach were splattered on the ground. He felt disgusting. The view at his feet was sickening. But there is no point in describing it because none of it deterred Madix from staying by Riley’s side. 

After a lull in the vomiting, Madix squeezed his shoulder. “Do you feel better?” 

Riley sniffled. “A little. Thanks for keeping me company. I’ve never allowed a date to see me like this.” 

Madix placed his palm on his chest. “Well, I’m honoured.”

[spaloonbabooguuscooties]

twinsanity is such a baffling game to me with what they went with bc youre telling me you named the game twinsanity.. made the gimick working with cortex. introduced his niece. made her playable . but shd isnt part of the gimmick? the twinsanity gimmick? she only has 1 level ? new playable character? and you didnt make her to be playable with coco? you just removed coco for the entire game? the same coco you could play as in literally every other crash game from 2 onwards? you just cut it all out??

[bellysoupset]

"Do you hate me or are you gonna keep the beard?" Bella asked, wrapping her arms around Luke's naked back as he stood in front of the mirror after his nightly shower. For once he wasn't shaving clean the five o'clock shadow that hard formed during the day, maybe because of the bruise on his cheek, maybe because he looked particularly sleepy, or even because Bell had been begging him to keep the beard for years now.

"I don't hate you, I just don't like looking like a hobo," Luke yawned, leaning back so she could slot her chin on his shoulder, on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, "I'm gonna shave in the morning."

"Ah, don't tease me with a good time," Bell nibbled his ear, then pressed another kiss on his cheek, now on the corner of his mouth and letting go off him so she could walk back to the bedroom. She fell flat on the bed, kicking the blankets in order to get under them and smiled as she watched Luke moving around.

He was definitely sleepy, not only because he was a little cranky — none of the jokes or rambles before bed — but because she watched him nearly walk into their dresser twice, yawning the entire time.

"C'mere," Bella grabbed the back of Luke's shirt as he sat down on the bed, staring at his feet like a ventriloquist doll whose cords had been cut, "you big baby, lie down."

"Uhm..." Lucas collapsed back at her yank, causing Bella to fall on her back and giggle, squirming under him so his head was on the pillow and she could tug the blankets over both of them, "you're comfy."

"And you're obnoxiously heavy, Atwood," Bella chuckled, rolling on the bed to turn off their night lamp and then cuddling up against him, "what's gotten into you? Long day?"

"Uh-hum," Luke turned around, burying his face on her neck and throwing a heavy arm around Bella's waist, "my alarm..."

"Uh..." She reached over him, to grab his cellphone on the nightstand and squinted at the sudden brightness, "it's set for 6 AM."

"Gotta shave... Change it-" Lucas yawned once more, "to 5:40, please."

"Ugh," Bella wrinkled her nose, changing the time and then promptly letting go of the device as she curled up around him, sinking into Lucas' warmth.

It was still pretty early for her, only 10:30, but he was so cuddled up to her and the room was all dark, that Bella fell asleep too. She woke up around 1 AM, all alone in the bedroom.

"Uh... Luke?" Bella rubbed her eyes, moving up and grabbing her night robe as she sleepily stumbled into their bathroom. It was all dark and empty too. What the hell.

"Lucas?" Now way more awake, Bella entered their dark hallway. The guest bedroom was empty, as well as the office and the second bathroom. There was a noise downstairs and she frowned, walking down the stairs.

The house was still new enough that she needed the walls as guides, grabbing on the railing for dear life.

The kitchen light was on, so she walked there- And found it empty too, "okay, creepy," Bella scoffed, glancing at the backyard, that was fully dark, only the trees bending as the wind howled away, "Lucas, this isn't fucking funny-"

A hand on her elbow caused Bella to let out a shriek and whirl around, shoving Luke back with all her force. Her husband let out a pained groan, his back hitting the fridge and Bella clutched her chest, heart hammering away in her ears.

"What the fUCK, LUCAS?!" She squealed, planting her hands on her knees, "why did you sneak up on me?!"

"I didn't!" Luke groaned, rubbing his chest and Bella let out a heavy sigh, calming down.

"What were you doing downstairs...?" She eyed him up and down, he was pale and looked like he was in pain, "did I hit you too hard? I'm sorry."

"No, you didn't," Luke winced, squeezing his eyes shut, "my belly is cramping up like crazy, being in bed was making me claustrophobic."

"Oh," Bella's shoulders dropped as she situated herself. He did look ill, "did you take any meds? When did it start?"

"About an hour ago," Luke grimaced, walking back to the dark living room and she followed him, realizing he had been nursing a glass of ginger ale and playing video game on the switch, lying on the couch. She had probably walked right past him, "I've been trying to burp, but its not helping with the pain."

He sat back down and Bella frowned, hitting the living room lights and then circling the couch, cupping his cheeks. He was cold and clammy to the touch.

"Do you think its something you ate?" She combed her fingers through his hair and Luke melted under the touch, burying his face on her thigh as she perched on the couch's arm, "I can get you some pepto, we restocked last week..."

"I tried already," Luke's voice came out muffled by her robe, "first thing... All it did was make my burps taste weird," he pressed a burp against her thigh, grimacing at the gurgly nature of it due to the ginger ale, "I just feel like crap."

"I'm sorry," Bella sighed, continuing to pet his hair, "at least if this is the flu, you'll be in the clear on the wedding, eh?"

Luke let out a snort, "then you shouldn't be snuggling up with me, Bell."

"Too late for that," Bella rolled her eyes, stroking his prickly cheek and his neck, trying to rub away the tension knots, "besides, I'd need to not kiss you for the next five days or so? Not happening."

"You're ridic-" Luke interrupted himself with a nasty burp, pulling away so he could sit up straight and belch on his fist. He shuddered as the last one was particularly wet, swallowing down the ginger ale that rushed up, "gross..."

"Do you want a bowl?" Bella eyed him skeptically. Luke was always so competitive with himself, fighting the nausea to the last minute.

"I'm not nauseous, just a little queasy... And in pain too..."

"Goddammit, Lucas," Bella grumbled, not mad at him, but frustrated she didn't know how to fix this, "what if I get my heating pad? Would it help?"

He raised his head from his hand, since he had crumpled up, entertaining the idea for a moment, "maybe...?"

That was good enough. Bella rushed out of the room and up the stairs once more, in order to retrieve the heating pad under their sink in the main bathroom. By the time she returned to the living room, though, Luke was gone.

"Are we playing hide...and seek?" Her words died in her mouth as she entered the kitchen and found him hunched over the sink, heaving, "aw, baby... So much for not feeling nauseous."

She abandoned the heating pad on the counter, planting a hand on Luke's back and rubbing up and down as he spat in the empty bowl, letting out a guttural belch, followed by a pained moan, "Bella..."

"Shh, get it up, babe," Bella sighed, pressing her mouth to his shoulder and snaking an arm around his stomach. Lucas' belly wasn't bloated, but it was gurgling non stop, making him wince as she pressed around, "you'll feel better soon..."

Another five minutes of dry heaving and she was convinced he had nothing to bring up to begin with, "Luke, I think you're just empty..."

Lucas shook his head, spine curling as he gagged once more, "no- Gingeerkgh-Ginger ale..." oh yeah, he had had several glasses of that... The ginger muffled a yawn on her hand, patting his back softly, hoping it'd help him bring it up. It must've been 2 AM by now.

"Fuck," Luke winced, folding even more, white knuckling the counter's edge as a cramp went through his stomach, "this fucking hurts..."

Bella bit down her lip, starting to get worried, "maybe you gotta use the bathroom...?"

A loud dry-heave answered her, followed by a sudden rush of liquid falling inside the sink with a harsh splatter. Luke hung over it, eyes squeezed shut and struggling to breathe, leaning in enough he could press his forehead to the cool glass of the window above the sink.

"There you go," Bella opened the faucet, spraying the nasty product of several glasses of ginger ale and his dinner away, "done?"

"Nope," Lucas spat once more, sniffling and sounding all congested, "helped with the pain though..."

"That's great," she let out a genuine relieved sigh and moved away from him, in order to fill up a tall glass of water, "big gulps then, let's bring up the rest of what's upsetting your belly so much."

"Let's," he snorted at the "we" implication, but took the glass from her with shaky hands, all but chugging it down. Immediately Luke was turning back to the sink, dropping the glass inside with a loud clank and gagging several times. Bella cringed at the violence of it, tiptoeing so she could plant a hand to his forehead and then giving his back some hard pats, until finally a much thicker gush came up.

It was large enough that Luke started to cough and rasp for oxygen as it ended, swaying so much that Bella slid under his arm, wrapping her arms around his waist to keep him from collapsing against the cabinets, "hey, hey, hey, don't go down on me, baby. Open those beautiful eyes for me."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lip and Bella beamed, cupping his face. He was drenched in cold sweat, wavy hair glued to his forehead and a feverish haze to his eyes, although he was still cold and clammy to the touch, "you with me?"

"Gotta- Gotta sit down..." Luke mumbled, squeezing her shoulder and Bella tried not to wince at the force of his grip.

"Okay, let's- Yeah, alright, on the ground," she scoffed as his knees buckled and all she could do was control the fall, but not stop it. Luke leaned back against the yellow cabinet, chest heaving with exhausted breaths.

"Sorry..."

"For what exactly?" Bella frowned, moving on all fours so she could open one of the drawers and getting a dishcloth, then getting back up to wash away the mess and wet the cloth, crouching back down and pressing it against his forehead, wiping the drool on his chin.

"Gross... Messy...It'ssslate."

She let out a huff, cupping his chin with a hand and forcing their eyes to meet, "don't be silly, it's not even that late."

[kennyomegasweave]

I've been marathoning Pit Babe over the past 24 hours as best as I can (and I'll easily finish it when I get home from work today) and this was such a great decision for me personally. I'm coming out of this with different appreciations for almost all the characters than I originally had and I feel like this is going to make tomorrow's S2 premiere even better.

I understand Babe more than I did on the first watch, though I always enjoyed him. I still love Charlie, so no change there. I am loving their relationship more which, tbh, I didn't think was possible cause I already knew they had that "the only thing stronger than your craving for blood is your love for this one girl" bond. But here I am ready to claim them for my best couples of all time list.

I would die for Jeff, which is a different cause I really did like him in my first watch, but I didn't love him to this extent. But like. How could I not want to kill a million men for him??? I'm also enjoying Alan and not just finding him hot.

Winner is still just as pathetic as I remember, but also here way less than I remember. Same as Dean, so it's nice to see that my brain made both of them more important because that's still MY CringeFailLoser4CringeFailLoser couple.

Kim is in way less than I remember as well, but he is so much more competent than I remember and it makes me love him more. And rest assured I already fucking loved him. Kenta is making me feel even more sad and he already made me sad (Kim WILL be saving his soul starting on Friday and I am so excited).

Sonic and North not being a couple still makes no sense. But omega!North being alpha!Sonic's protector and defender will always be absolutely iconic. I cannot WAIT to see them acknowledge their love in S2. CANNOT WAIT.

I really liked Pete but now I'm just like ...okay. He's just on his Captain Save A Hoe about everyone and, tbh, that's not hot, that's not sexy. He's still Big Dick Pete to me though because look at him, but like. It's just not hitting the same.

I've been a Certified Way Hater since I first saw episode 3 when it first aired, but now I actively hate this man. From episode 5 on, every single scene he has alone with Babe has literally made me feel like puking, like I feel a horrible feeling in my stomach, and I feel like I need to run away.

All in all, I'm glad I've been able to fit in a rewatch. I always meant to do it, I had a whole plan (because watching 13 episodes in 48 hours was NOT my OG plan, lol) but the premiere date crept up on me.

I'm so ready for Friday. So ready.

[zo1nkss]

what if I said "fuck it" and had WillyxWinner in just one fic

what then

what if i just did that huh

[andragoras-in-vanity]

im distraught, my rook has elgar'nans vallaslin.....

[tanjir0se]

I loved Sonic 3 because they really said fuck it we know you’re all here for Shadow so let’s fucking gooooo and then they WENT. Tom and Maddie and most other humans literally just fuck off until they’re needed with very little explanation. Im still not even sure if that one GUN agent is dead or not. Who cares!

A helicopter arrives to literally fly Sonic Tails and Knuckles to the Plot™ as quickly as possible. AND ITS AMAZING.

Like the full commitment of the filmmakers to just say ‘alright they want a Shadow movie so we’re doing a fucking goddamn SHADOW MOVIE’ is pretty impressive given that on its surface a movie about the US government executing the human best friend of a cartoon hedgehog alien who then spends most of the movie Doing Terrorism does not seem like something a major studio would go for. But it’s just full balls to the wall Let’s Give Shadow a Gun have him do an Akira Slide and then play Live and Learn sincerity and I LOVE IT.

I love you sincerity in film I love you respect for the source material in adaptations.

[secretobsessionstuff]

Okay - here's a Riley request! Is he still emetophobic? I know he's been trying to overcome it, at least with respect to being able to take care of Madix, and I'd love to see Madix motion sick or something similar where the illness is temporary and not contagious, and Riley deciding that he really wants to sit with him through the entire episode, taking care of him. And he's just holding it together and holding down his anxiety until the end, and he's both proud of himself but also emotionally drained from keeping his emotions in check for so long. So hopefully this works with where they are right now - thank you!

Thank you Lis! This was totally inspiring! It did take me a long time to get the motivation to post it though lol. I wrote this like a day after you sent the idea!

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“Do you think we’ll see a real polar bear on this trip?” Riley asked excitedly as he boarded the train with a misleading name. Madix chuckled and followed along behind his giddy boyfriend, shaking his head. 

The Polar Bear Express—though unlikely to show passengers a glimpse of the white-furred animal—was still a wonder to experience especially during Christmas time. The evergreens sparkled with frost and the sky wore the colours of crystals. Unfortunately, Christmas was also the busiest time, meaning their tickets placed them in one of the last train cars. In hindsight, Riley should have known that the train ride through Northern Ontario held the risk of upsetting his boyfriend’s delicate constitution when it came to travel. 

Madix had successfully gotten sick from cars, planes, and boats; why not add a fourth mode of transportation. Neither he nor Riley thought to consider the consequences. They heard about a romantic Christmas train ride and jumped on board.  

Riley squeezed past other passengers to get to their seats. “I call the window seat!” He planted himself happily in the blue velvet-lined chair. The interior of the car was simple and spacious. It dared not distract from the beauty of nature. “Maybe we can switch on the way back.” 

The train began with a lurch, reminding the boys of the coffee they drank to wake themselves up that morning. Beginning at 8am, the ride took them past mountains and frozen waterfalls, ending where they began at 8pm that night. 

“We’ll probably see moose,” Madix remarked, taking the pamphlet from the pocket of the seat in front of him. There was plenty of leg room, though he still chose to press his knee against Riley’s thigh. All morning, Riley had not let go of his hand. They were stuck together like packing snow. 

The boys shrugged off their jackets and settled in. For the first two hours, they were content to look out the large window. The landscape was crisp and sharp, that was until everything began to blur together. The icy blues melted into a monotone white as the locomotive sped by. 

Their bodies swayed lightly from the movement. Riley found the train relaxing. He liked its gentle hum, the faint clicking sounds of the wheels on the track, and the soft rocking as they traversed the snowy area. They still hadn’t seen a moose, but he kept his eyes locked on the outdoors. 

Madix could not say he felt the same. The train’s friendly interior lulled him into a false sense of safety. But soon he had no trouble remembering that he was inside a giant, chugging, metal box. Perhaps a moose or a beaver did in fact wave to them, but he would never know. Everything became a blur. His eyes could not keep up with the speeding sights. He swallowed a bout of nausea and closed his eyes. 

Riley perked up when they came upon a flowing river. The water looked frigid, but pleasant enough apparently for the black bear that stood with all four paws in the stream. It wasn’t white, but it was still a freakin bear! He tapped Madix’s arm. “Babe, look, look! A bear! Did you see it?” He looked back at Madix with a massive smile. 

Madix jumped out of his queasy daze. He peeled his eyes open, squinting from the light that bounced off the snow. “Mmh?” he mumbled. He was startled just fast enough to see a micro expression of disappointment on Riley’s face. 

“A bear…it’s gone now.” Riley pouted. “Were you sleeping?” 

Madix sat up straighter and blinked hard. “No, I just had to close my eyes for a second.” The lump in his throat told him that he wasn’t going to be able to hide this. His palms were clammy, and his head ached. The breakfast he’d eaten hours ago churned in his belly. “I’m feeling a bit nauseous.”

“Oh.” Riley took his hand off his boyfriend’s arm and pressed himself up against the window. 

Madix swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry, honey.” 

“N—No, no don’t be,” Riley stuttered. He brushed a strand of Madix’s hair behind his ear. “You’re pale. What can I do?” 

“Nothing. I’ll probably go find an empty chair and wait it out.” 

Riley hated that answer. Nothing. There was nothing he could do? And Madix’s plan was to weather out the nausea alone? He couldn’t let this happen again. After all he had done for Madix in his time of need, this was easy, right? 

He grabbed Madix’s hand before he could leave their seats. “No, stay. Please. It’ll be okay. I want to help.” 

“Are you sure?” Madix scanned Riley’s expression, looking for cracks. “Because that was bullshit about waiting it out.” He exhaled shakily. “I really think I’m gonna be sick.” 

As if to test Riley’s resolve, Madix burped into his hand. He let out a groan and folded in on himself. He swore he could feel the wind rocking the train car, threatening to push it off the tracks. He squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t even open them when he felt Riley’s hand on his back. 

“I’m staying right here.” 

Madix hiccupped, causing his shoulders to jolt. “Ugh…you don’t have to, love.” 

“Hush now,” Riley said firmly. He reached into the seat pocket to grab a bag. “Look, they even provided a barf bag for just such an occasion.” 

Madix chuckled and took the bag from his boyfriend. He opened it, making the loudest crinkling noises that let all the other passengers know he was sick. “This is not the scenic trip you were hoping to have.” 

“Maybe not, but at least I’m by your side.” 

“Is your plan to be so cheesy that I throw up immediately and get this over with?” 

“Is it working?” Riley regretted his reply when Madix belched wetly into the bag. Strings of saliva dripped from his open mouth. “Shit, baby.” 

“I’m okay.” Madix did not look up from the depths of the hellish barf bag. “Just keep talking. I think it’ll help us both.” 

Riley’s heart chugged in his chest, like a train struggling up a mountain side. “Oh gosh, Mads. I don’t know what to say,” he whispered. “This is like when you ask me to talk dirty and I say something stupid about underwear.” 

Madix would have laughed at the specific memory that Riley was referring to, but his tongue was flooded with bile. He gagged and filled the bag with stringy ropes of vomit. The train car spun in his peripheral vision, but Riley’s voice remained constant and strong. 

“Oh dear, babe.” Riley rubbed his boyfriend’s back, unaware of the bite force he exerted on his teeth or the bouncing of his leg. “Deer! I hope we see some of those on this trip. Once you stop puking, of course. I can’t believe you missed the fucking bear. Isn’t your family from the east coast? You’re supposed to have fishermen blood in your veins. What is this motion sickness nonsense? I think you’re faking it.” 

A gush of sour vomit surged past Madix’s lips. This wasn’t so bad, he thought. Riley could be a comedian. He could almost enjoy the senseless drabble if it wasn’t for the gut churning sensation in his belly. 

“Speaking of underwear!” Riley said, still in his hushed whisper. This wasn’t so bad, he thought. Madix was looking better with every heave. “I wore the ones with otters on them today. Seemed like the closest thing to polar bears. Except, they’re wearing astronaut suits because, you know, otter space.”

Finally, Madix could give him a real laugh. The vomiting tapered off. He sniffled and chuckled at the same time, forcing him to clear his throat and wipe the tears from his eyes. “God, Ry. I needed that.” 

“Yeah, that was a lot of puke. Good job.” 

“No, I mean you.” Madix crumpled the top of the bag in his hands to keep the contents inside. “Thanks for making me feel better. You did a good job as well.” 

One of the train workers came by with a garbage bin for Madix to toss the used bag. They gave him water and tissues. His eyes were teary from vomiting, but he looked much better than before.

Riley was only just coming down from the adrenaline rush. His hands were shaking, and a cold sweat was drying beneath his shirt. He slumped back in the chair and let out a wavering exhale. “I think it’s my turn to close my eyes for a second.” 

“Yes, honey, rest,” Madix said softly. “You did good.” 

They fell asleep with their bodies falling onto one another. Madix’s head found the spot between Riley’s ear and collar bone, and Riley’s head came to rest on top. 

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

!!!

[we-re-always-alright]

my parent’s cat (oatmeal) and I have a real Mozart and Salieri relation but I’ll let you in on a secret: more often than not, I am the Mozart to her Salieri

[wool-string]

[secretobsessionstuff]

it’s so good to have you back! i have an idea for a potential future blair fic. what if blair comes down with a nasty stomach virus compounded with a migraine while on a road trip to somewhere important with dakota? maybe she thinks it’s just a migraine and then well.. shit gets real *no pun intended* haha. it doesn’t have to be a road trip, if that doesn’t inspire anything for you, but maybe somewhere where she can’t get away that easily? no worries if you aren’t interested and if you are, take your time! 😊

Thanks for the no pressure! It helped a lot as I try to get back into this. I wasn't sure if the "pun" meant no scat lol, so there's just emeto. I hope it's okay...don't know how I feel about it. Maybe typos maybe not...but probably typos.

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Blair thought her headache would fade once they left her parents’ house. Seeing her extended family for Easter was always a joy, but she could do without the noise from the little ones. At first, the squealing and giggling upon finding an Easter egg was cute. Inevitably, the happy laughs turned into fits of crying and tantrums when the celebration was over. Though the children weren’t happy to be leaving, Blair had to admit she was looking forward to a silent car ride home with Dakota. 

Two hours into the four-hour drive, and her headache had morphed into a migraine. She succumbed to the pain a while ago by leaning the passenger seat back as far as it would go. Her sweater lay over her eyes to block out the daylight. She wrapped her arms together in an attempt to sooth herself, but it was Dakota’s soft voice that did most of the work. 

“Is it just as bad?” he asked, brushing a hand over her knee. In times of crisis like this, Blair liked to kick off her shoes and sit cross legged. Maybe if she made herself smaller, the pain would shrink as well. 

But no, the pain pushed against the walls of her body. Hey eyes threatened to explode from the pressure; her belly whined to the beat of the blood pumping in her ears. Misery loved company, so her head seemed to have invited her stomach to join the party. 

“It’s getting worse,” she mumbled and shifted uncomfortably in the small space. The bumpy ride did nothing to ease her aches. Every bounce and turn jostled her like Jello. She imagined her brain jiggling against her skull in time with her roiling tummy. “Can you go slower?” 

“Gosh, babe, if I drive any slower, we might make it home by Christmas.” Dakota’s eyes squinted in the sunlight. Keeping his eyes on the road hardly mattered when they were going 40 in an 80, and there were no other cars along the country road. He set the cruise control to the snail-like pace so that he could give his fiancée more of his attention. “If I hold out my arm like this, you can lean against me.” 

Blair just groaned and sat up straight in the seat. The sweater fell from her face, making her wince at the harsh light. At the same time, the car rolled in and out of a pothole. Her stomach rose in her throat. “Really? You couldn’t have gone around that?” Her tone was as acidic as the liquid that burned her esophagus. 

“I’m doing my best, Bee.” Dakota took his hand off her leg. “I know you don’t feel well, but don’t get mad at me just ‘cause I’m the only one here.”

That hurt. Not as much as the sword through her head, but it stung nonetheless. “I’m sorry,” she said, miserably wrapping her arms around her midriff. “I just feel sick to my stomach, and this bumpy ass road is not helping.” 

Dakota opened his mouth to provide comfort, but Blair was not finished. 

“And the sun is so fucking bright, and what is that horrible smell? It’s like burning rubber.” Blair pouted. “Why does everything in the universe hate me?” 

Dakota gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, I’m in the universe and I don’t hate you.” 

Blair scoffed and cracked a small grin. “Stop being adorable. I’m dying here.” She had to admit, his joke allowed some tension to ease off her shoulders. She wasn’t alone and everything wasn’t terrible. There were many things that were terrible, but her partner was not one of them. “…Thank you.” 

“Aw, you know I just want you to feel better.” Dakota reached his hand out to rub her belly. “I’m sorry this migraine came at such a bad time. It’s making you feel sick?” 

She nodded. “The nausea is bad this time. Usually I can ignore it.” 

Dakota must have let the Easter bunny take the wheel while he scanned her face. “You do look very pale. Are you going to throw up, you think?” 

She shook her head, then immediately regretted the decision. “I hope not. I’ll try to fall back to sleep so that doesn’t happen.” 

Ironically, it was the nausea that kept her from sleeping. The pain in her head swelled with her bloated belly. All that chocolate coated her insides in a thick layer of gooey slime. When she began to burp, the taste of Terry’s chocolate orange made her gag. 

Blair was alert now. With wide eyes, she clamped a hand over mouth. She forced down two more burps or else she knew Dakota’s car would be ruined in seconds. “Babe—” she began, feeling a tightness in her throat that pinched her words “—Pull over. I need to be sick.” 

Without hesitation or issue, Dakota brought the car to a stop. "Wow sleep did not happen, eh?"

What a stupid time to ask a question.

Blair threw the door open with just enough time to lean over and burp wetly over the ground. She gagged, bringing up a small wave of vomit. It was mostly coffee from the afternoon. The bitter flavour clung to her tongue, but it would not stick around for long because there was much in her stomach to get up.

"I'm right here," Dakota said with a hand on her back. "You're okay." Blair leaned further out of the car with the next heave, nearly falling onto the grass. He caught her arm. "Oh, maybe you're not. Hold on, I'm coming around."

He turned off the car and jogged to the other side. Luckily there were no cars with them on the road. If Blair wanted privacy, she picked the right place to lose her lunch.

Her lunch was fertilizing the grass. Hopefully the open field would thrive on half digested chocolate, coffee, and cubes of cheese that were no longer in the shape of cubes.

She coughed and burped in between waves. "Ugh, Kota, help..." She reached out for him and allowed him to help her out of the car. They staggered like drunken lovers until their knees met the earth.

"I got you." Dakota held onto her shoulder and pulled her hair away from her face. "You're doing good."

"...my head..."

"I know." Dakota kissed her forehead. His lips met unexpectedly warm skin

"...my tummy..."

"I know." Dakota did not lean down to kiss her tummy because the organ chose that moment to convulse again. He heard a gurgling sound in Blair's throat before she pitched forward and heaved a mostly-liquid bout of sick onto the ground. Dakota rubbed her back. "Oh my Bee."

Blair fed the flowers one more time, shedding tears from the force of each retch. The vomiting released pressure from her head but did nothing to ease her belly; it only reinforced the ache that dwelled in her gut.

Dakota's lips still tingled from the heat of the kiss. He knew then that he had to get her home fast. They would need to go much faster than they had been, but at least a bed would be waiting. Blair couldn't suffer like this while on the road.

The universe agreed that Blair should not be in the car.

When Dakota went to start the car again, the engine gave a mighty good try, but failed. Dakota swore under his breath and spared a glance at Blair who still sat in front of a puddle of sick in the grass.

"No, please, no." He took the key out and tried again. "Come, on come on."

The engine tried, and tried, and...nothing. It was just as fatigued and sick as his girl. He called the doctor for only one of the patients.

Defeated, Dakota returned to Blair's side. By the looks of it, she hadn't thrown up again. He sat down next to her with a dejected sigh. "I have bad news."

"I heard."

They both sighed and sat unmoving on the grass. Blair's gaze was lost in her thoughts or maybe her pain. Dakota's gaze never left her. Her red cheeks, grey lips, and dark eyes worried him. He reached out silently with the back of his hand to touch her forehead.

Blair looked up at him with glassy eyes. "More bad news?"

"Yeah." He scooted closer to her and kissed the side of her head. "Remember when I got an infection while camping and got a really bad fever?" Her expression told him that she remembered, though not fondly. "This might be something like that, at least until the tow truck arrives."

"I knew the migraine was different this time. I just don't understand where this bug came from."

"You were around children all weekend. What do you expect?"

• • •

Blair slept in the backseat of the car while Dakota kept watch. She put her head in his lap and tried to ignore the gurgling in her tummy. Again, Dakota came to the rescue and gently rubbed the warm skin of her belly.

He wasn't sure how long he traced circles and lines over her stomach, but it was long enough for the sun to begin setting. He made a game out of spelling different words with his fingertips. In invisible ink, he wrote words like 'love' and 'Blair' and 'dildo'.

Occasional gurgles emanated from her belly. Dakota worried that Blair would bolt upright and tell him to pull over as if the day would repeat itself. But she stayed asleep. Her expression softened in her slumber.

Amazingly, she only woke up when Dakota moved to greet the tow truck driver. With the plan settled, he returned to the car.

"Honey." Dakota shook her awake. "We're going home now."

By the time Blair came to her senses, the car was ready to be hitched to the truck.

This was bad. Blair paced along the road, bitting her nails. She watched the car be lifted partially off its wheels. This was very bad. The driver spoke to Dakota and then went into the truck. Very very bad.

Sleep was good, but her belly did not like being awake. Suddenly the nausea came rushing back. The headache was gone, but the virus had nowhere near run its course.

"Babe, you ready?" Dakota called. She did not move. He came closer. "Honey, are you alright?"

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm going to throw up in the car. I can't. I feel really sick again."

"Okay, okay, no worries." Dakota tried to calm her down. "I'll explain the situation to the driver and he'll understand."

Something wet and horrid squirmed in Blair's stomach; it was the dread of driving in a gross truck while feeling like this. But it was also the very real bug that filled her throat with nausea.

"Please don't make me do this, Kota." She covered her mouth to hide a wet burp, but she could not keep the moan from escaping. "I don't feel good."

She was losing colour by the second. Dakota felt like he was approaching a timid animal. "Okay, we can wait. It's fine."

"I don't like this. I don't wanna--urp--throw up again." She paced with her hand glued tightly to her mouth. Her legs shook and her back spasmed with the need to lurch forward. She felt the gag rising from the pit of her belly.

Dakota touched her arm. "Baby, just let yourself be sick. The man can wait. And if you need to throw up in the truck, just do it. I'll tip him well."

She shook her head.

"I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen." He started to gather her hair in his hand. "That's it. Lean over. I've got you." She moved her hand away and retched emptily. It was like her belly was shy as well. "Let it happen, Bee."

Maybe it was Dakota's hand on her back or the fact that she wanted this day to be over, but Blair gave in to her need. She relaxed her muscles just long enough for them to squeeze tight once more when the sick came rushing out of her mouth.

"Good job," Dakota said. "Five stars. Encore."

Blair gave an encore, not that she could help it. She would not have given it five stars.

In the end, Dakota's encouragements are what saved the day. She felt secure enough in her tummy to get in the tow truck. Dakota did indeed explain the situation just in case, but it was not needed. Nor was the bag needed. Thank God. The truck had three seats in the front. Blair hid herself behind Dakota who took the middle. It was a long drive, but a clean one.

"I'm sorry this happened, Blair," Dakota said softly when they were five minutes from their house. "How are you feeling, now?"

"Better maybe." She squeezed his arm. "Thanks for being the one thing in the universe that is right."

[official-nina-hopkins]

ACTUALLY, Being a Spanish-English speaker that loves Pokepastas/Creepypastas is suffering because the Spanish side of the fandom has such fucking good rewrites and reimaginings (Seeth and Sonic Pizza and las cartuchos de Marcos/Marco's cartridges saga by Rocket Chunk) that no one outside that sphere will be able to enjoy because of the language barrier, it haunts me frankly, no one but me and 37 k viewers will know about Dolor Encarnado and how hard it goes.

[notablenotation]

the way I gotta stop having IDEAS faster than I can make them REALITY

>:(

[a-story-teller]

New-to-me movies seen in 2025:

Crimes of the Future (2022)

“The creation of inner beauty cannot be an accident."