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sicknessbysalem · 9 months ago

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Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day One

alternative prompt: unconventional receptacle (replacing sharing a receptacle because i’m bad at multiple sickies)

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tw emeto, fever, underage (16) caretaker

*not a kink based work*

this is my first time doing one of these challenges and im so excited!

Emiliene was already running behind when she stepped foot into La Dolce Vita.

When she got the call from Giovanni asking her to come in, she had barely escaped the diner on Main Street.

She had gotten off two hours later than anticipated, and Emiliene felt awful when she clocked out.

At first, she had wondered if maybe, just maybe, it was nothing more than working too much. She'd had a busy week work wise, every place she worked at either wanting her to work an extra shift or keeping her after she was scheduled to leave. Not that she cared. They needed the money.

So, Emiliene accepted, despite feeling like she wanted nothing more than to just go home and probably go to bed.

She was still typing up her signature sunflower bandanna as she walked into the kitchen.

"What's up, sunflower?" Giovanni's annoying son, Enzo, said, looking up from the stovetop, winking at her, "Glad you could show."

Emiliene feels his stomach seize, and she gags behind closed lips. She didn't know where it came from, but right now she couldn't care. At least, her and Enzo had the kind of relationship where any outward signs of her gagging could just as easily be passed off as a joke.

"Who's head chef tonight?" Emiliene asked, swallowing down an acidic taste in her throat.

"That would be you, princess," Enzo commented.

Catalina scoffed from the doorway that separated the dining area from the kitchen, an empty tray in hand.

"Cut the shit Enzo, you'll make the poor girl vomit," Catalina said, "I would if I was her."

Emiliene had to swallow again. She really wanted to vomit, but not because of Enzo.

"So, I'm on," Emiliene said, "No problem."

Emiliene tried to push through the discomfort, determined to fulfill her duties as head chef for the night. She moved briskly around the kitchen, prepping ingredients and coordinating with the kitchen staff.

Emiliene took a deep breath, trying to steady her uneasy stomach. She focused on the task at hand, pushing the discomfort to the back of her mind.

"Alright, what's on the menu tonight?" she asked, looking over at Enzo, who was stirring a pot on the stove.

“I mean, you could be on my menu tonight,” Enzo proposed.

Emiliene gagged, this time hard enough to cover her mouth. Catalina snickered, at least the waitress seemed to think Emiliene was doing it for show.

“That’s not what I asked and you know it,” Emiliene commented after swallowing again.

"Specials are lasagna and chicken piccata," he replied, his eyes narrowing as he observed her, "You sure you're up for it, Em?"

"I've got this," Emiliene reassured him with a weak smile, her hand resting on her stomach for a moment.

Enzo noticed, but in true Enzo fashion, simply took it as another opportunity to take a shot with her, "Maybe you just need a little Enzo magic to make you feel better."

Emiliene shot him a sharp glance, suppressing another wave of nausea. "I think I'll pass on your magic, Enzo."

As the night progressed, Emiliene's condition deteriorated. The bustling kitchen became a challenging battleground for her queasy stomach. She fought to maintain her composure, but the strain was evident on her face.

Catalina approached Emiliene with a stack of dirty dishes. "You're looking worse by the minute. Maybe you should take a break."

"I can handle it," Emiliene insisted, her voice strained.

"I never said you couldn't," Catalina said, "I said, you should take a break."

"I'm fine, seriously just stop-" Emiliene started. But before she could finish her sentence, she felt something in her throat.

Emiliene grabbed a cup off of the tray, dumping the ice into another empty cup. Before she heaves into the cup itself. A thin stream of her lunch splatters into the cup, and then another one, one that barely stays contained in the cup.

Catalina grabbed Emiliene's shoulders, leading her to a trash can.

Emiliene braced herself, heaving into the trash and spilling more of what she ate that day into the bin

Catalina held Emiliene's hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the trash can. Emiliene's face turned a shade paler, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The kitchen staff paused momentarily, glancing in her direction, their expressions a mix of concern and sympathy.

Enzo glares at all of them, and everyone else gets back to work.

Emiliene heaved again, her breathing shaky and labored as the vomiting finally died down.

Enzo walked over with a concerned look on his face. "Sunflower, you don't look so good. Maybe you should sit down for a bit."

Emiliene, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "I told you, I'm fine."

Enzo's playful demeanor faded, replaced by genuine concern. "Seriously, you need to take a break. I can handle the kitchen for a bit."

Emiliene hesitated, her pride warring with the discomfort in her stomach. Catalina chimed in, "He's right. You're not doing anyone any favors by toughing it out. Go take a break."

Emiliene reluctantly made her way to the break room. She sat down at a table, folding her arms and resting her head on them. She felt so dizzy and exhausted, she needed the moment to just breathe.

She heard the sound of the trashcan being dragged a little closer, and before she lifted her head she heard a glass being sat down in front of her head. She looked up, and in front of her was a glass of water.

Enzo stood beside her, rubbing her back, "Here, drink this. It might help settle your stomach."

Emiliene took the glass, sipping the water cautiously. The cool liquid provided a momentary relief.

As Emiliene sipped the water, she could feel the coolness soothing her throat. Enzo continued to rub her back in a comforting rhythm. The break room offered a temporary sanctuary from the chaos of the kitchen.

Enzo, usually known for his cheeky remarks, spoke with a genuine concern in his voice. "Sunflower, you need to take care of yourself. We can handle the kitchen without you for a little while."

Emiliene managed a weak smile, appreciating the unexpected kindness. "I just need a minute, Enzo. I'll be back out there soon."

But as she spoke, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her, and she felt the familiar churning in her stomach. She placed the water glass down and clutched her stomach, the room spinning around her.

She swallowed thick, one hand clutching the edge of the table so hard her fingers turned white.

"Emi, are you okay?" Enzo asked, worry etched across his face.

Emiliene's response was interrupted as her body betrayed her once again. This time, the sickness came more forcefully, and she doubled over, retching into the trash can. Enzo, quick to react, held back her hair, offering what little comfort he could.

"Easy, Sunflower. Just let it out," he said softly.

She heaved harder, everything spilling out of her without much effort. After a moment, she leaned back, taking a deep breath.

"Thanks," she mumbled, feeling a bit weak.

Enzo handed her a tissue and gave her a reassuring smile. "No problem. You don't need to rush back out there. Take your time."

Camille's phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat on his friend Jackson’s bed.

“Everything good?” Jackson questioned.

Camille shrugged, “My aunt’s calling…”

Camille answered the phone.

“Hey Aunt Cat, is everything alright?”

"Your sister's not feeling well,” Catalina said, “Poor girl’s been throwing up now for at least half an hour. Can you come pick her up from the restaurant?"

Concern etched across his face, Camille replied quickly, "Of course! I'll be there right away."

“Your sister?” Jackson asked.

Camille nodded, “Apparently she’s sick at work. Can you drive me to the restaurant?”

“Yeah sure,” Jackson said, “Let’s go.”

As they arrived at the restaurant, Camille's heart raced with worry. Catalina met him at the entrance, guiding him to the break room where Emiliene was resting. Enzo hovered nearby, looking genuinely worried.

"Emi, are you okay?" Camille asked as he approached her, his eyes filled with concern.

Emiliene managed a weak smile. "Hey, Cam. I'll be okay. Just a stomach bug."

Camille knelt down beside her, a protective brotherly instinct kicking in. "Do you need anything? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Enzo chimed in, "I think she just needs to get home and rest. We've got things covered here."

“Give me the keys Em,” Camille said, “I’ll drive us home.”

Emiliene sighed, “I’ll be fine to…”

Emiliene lurched forward again, spilling more water and possibly some of her breakfast or dinner the night before into the can.

“I can sent a to go box?” Enzo suggested, looking at Emiliene and then Camille.

“Sure,” Camille shrugged, not even questioning it.

Camille took the keys from Emiliene, giving her a reassuring look. "I'll take care of the driving."

As they made their way home, Emiliene's stomach continued its protest. The car ride became increasingly difficult for her, each bump and turn threatening to unleash another wave of nausea.

Camille glanced at her, concern etched on his face. "Hang in there, Emi. We're almost home."

Emiliene nodded weakly, but the queasiness persisted. She clutched the to-go box Enzo had thoughtfully provided, hoping it would be enough to contain any further discomfort.

The car slowed to a stop at a traffic light, and Emiliene's breath quickened. She felt the familiar sensation building up in her stomach, and before she could react, she reached for the to-go box.

Her head was spinning, her stomach was seizing, Emiliene barely had time to open the to-go box before her body rebelled once more. She leaned over, vomiting into the container. The smell filled the car, and Emiliene's face turned an even paler shade.

"I'm so sorry, Cam," she managed to say between gasps.

She threw up again, she felt something warm and liquid on her legs, seeping through her pants.

Camille, undeterred, grabbed a few tissues from the glove compartment and handed them to her. "It's okay, Emi. We'll clean it up when we get home."

The traffic light turned green, and Camille accelerated, determined to get them home as quickly as possible.

Once they arrived home, Camille helped Emiliene out of the car and into the house. He guided her to her room, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Go get changed and get comfortable. I'll take care of the car," Camille said, trying to be as reassuring as possible.

As Emiliene changed, the queasiness returned with a vengeance. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, grateful that Camille had been considerate enough to give her some privacy.

After a moment, Camille knocked on the door. "You okay in there?"

Emiliene, wiping her mouth, nodded weakly. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

Camille went outside to deal with the aftermath in the car. He tossed out the soiled tissues and disposed of the to-go box. Despite the unpleasant task, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for his older sister.

Inside, Emiliene finished changing and splashed some water on her face, hoping to feel a bit more refreshed. However, as she glanced at herself in the mirror, another wave of nausea hit her unexpectedly.

"Oh, not again," she whispered, leaning over the sink.

She gagged, coughing up a few mouthfuls of acid into the sink, leaving the water run. The discomfort passed, leaving her feeling drained but somewhat relieved.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Camille was waiting with a sympathetic expression. "Feeling any better?"

Emiliene managed a weak smile. "A little. Thanks for taking care of me, Cam."

Camille grinned, ever the protective little brother. "It's what I'm here for, sis. Now, why don't you rest? I'll grab you some water. You just need to take a break…”

Emiliene nodded. She was exhausted, and definitely embarrassed that she needed her little bother to take csre of her. But, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #fever cw #fever tw #emetophilia #novemetober 2023

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aeryssickfics · 6 months ago

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Hi, i hope you're still accepting suggestion. How about the reverse of Sick for the First Time for Group Sickfic? Instead of Stelle being sick, everyone around her are. Maybe Stelle brought home some inedible food from some trash can and then March, Dan Heng, Welt, and Himeko just ate it without thinking?

Also, this is just a personal request of mine, but do you mind writing Unconventional Receptacle for Furina? Let's say it's her first time riding the aquabus, hundreds of years ago, with Neuvillette. She wasn't used to the gentle swaying of the bus, so she started feeling dizzy and slowly got sick overtime. In the end, she can't keep her meal down, but instead of asking for her colleague's help, she instinctively used her hat.

You can ignore my request if you don't think you'll enjoy writing it or if i'm mistaken and you're not accepting request. Thanks and i'm looking forward to your future works!

Thank you for your kind words and ideas! I'll definitely keep in mind the food poisoning via stelle or caelus just bringing home trash, I'm not fully sold on it at this point (leaning towards a slightly different handling of that fic! but that's okay!)

I did write the Furina one! A fun mix of the Alt Prompts! Unconventional Receptacle/Sick During Transit/Motion sickness @monthofsick

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Sick Furina, bystander Neuvillette.

Warnings: Despite my best efforts, probably minor spoilers for the Fontaine Arc. Also Emeto. specifically motion sickness induced emeto.

Final note: I'm not fully satisfied with my handling of Furina and I can't promise I'll do a ton of writing for her in the future! I'm not good at over the top and I def didn't manage it here. All the same, I hope the fic turned out well despite my misgivings!

#genshin sickfic #genshin emeto #sick furina #asks and answers

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danafeelingsick · 11 months ago

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Nov(emeto)ber 2023 (CLOSED)

event prompts list | event rules | my rules for requesting

requests are open once again for novemetober! drop a prompt and character in my askbox, and don't be afraid to be specific (i'm stupid)

• these will be around 1000-word drabbles

• let me know if you want to be mentioned in your request!

• willing to write for:

genshin impact (main interest at the moment)

giving preference to my favorites (itto, diluc, kaeya), characters i haven't written for before and the new fontaine characters (Neuvilette, wriosthley, navia, furina, etc)

nameless characters like A & B / Sickie & Caretaker, self-inserts / Y/Ns are also allowed

PROMPTS LIST

be sure to check out the original prompt list for more information!!

1. Sharing a receptacle [CLOSED | Tighnari / Cyno]

2. Can’t stop puking [CLOSED | Furina]

3. Bad news = bad stomach [CLOSED | Navia / Clorinde]

4. Messy [CLOSED | Beidou]

5. Undesirable caretaker [CLOSED | Lyney / Aether}

6. Post-adrenaline puking [CLOSED | Vash]

7. Too feverish to think [CLOSED]

8. Choose: Loud or silent

9. Persistent sickness

10. Ill with an audience [CLOSED | Lyney]

11. Totally drained/exhausted [CLOSED | Neuvilette]

12. Group sickfic [CLOSED]

13. Professionalism failure

14. Can’t keep anything down [CLOSED | Diluc]

15. Free day!

16. Waking up puking [CLOSED | Kaveh / Alhaitham]

17. Sick for the first time

18. Unfamiliar surroundings

19. Sick in more ways than one

20. Late caretaker [CLOSED]

21. Sleepy sickie

22. Out of character / Visibly Ill

23. Subtle support

24. Panic

25. Cranky sickie

26. Nonverbal illness indicators [CLOSED | A & B]

27. Head pain/injury/ache

28. Chaotic body temperature

29. Fake “Faking it” [CLOSED | Yae Miko]

1. Motion sick [CLOSED]

2. Sick during transit [CLOSED]

3. Unconventional receptacle

4. Torture (literal or figurative)

5. Shaky/shivery

#novemetober 2023 #nov(emeto)ber #nov(emeto)ber 2023 #novemetober 2023: rescheduled #novemetober: rescheduled #emeto prompts #tw emeto #prompts list #tw vomit #tw illness #sickfic prompts

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caspersickfanfics · 10 months ago

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Novemetober: Rescheduled

I will be taking requests for the following Novemetober prompts for February until they are filled! I recommend sending asks ASAP to ensure I have time to write them, and to make sure I don't start writing something else for that day first.

Daily Prompts

1. Sharing a receptacle [COMPLETE | Sick Cyno & Tighnari]

2. Can’t stop puking [COMPLETE | Sick Alhaitham]

3. Bad news = bad stomach [SKIP]

4. Messy [COMPLETE | Sick Kaveh]

5. Undesirable caretaker [TENTATIVELY | Sick Alhaitham]

6. Post-adrenaline puking [COMPLETE | Sick Tighnari]

7. Too feverish to think [IN PROGRESS | Sick Cyno]

8. Choose: Loud or silent [COMPLETE | Sick Bachira]

9. Persistent sickness [IN PROGRESS | Sick Cheng Xiaoshi]

10. Ill with an audience [SKIP]

11. Totally drained/exhausted [COMPLETE | Sick Cyno]

12. Group sickfic [OPEN]

13. Professionalism failure [COMPLETE | Sick Cyno]

14. Can’t keep anything down [COMPLETE | Sick Cyno]

15. Free day [IN PROGRESS | Sick Tighnari]

16. Waking up puking [IN PROGRESS | Sick Lu Guang]

17. Sick for the first time [IN PROGRESS | Sick Cyno]

18. Unfamiliar surroundings [IN PROGRESS | Sick Tighnari]

19. Sick in more ways than one [COMPLETE | Sick Kaveh]

20. Late caretaker [COMPLETE | Sick Cyno]

21. Sleepy sickie [COMPLETE | Sick Cyno]

22. Out of character / Visibly Ill [TENTATIVELY | Sick Alhaitham]

23. Subtle support [OPEN]

24. Panic [COMPLETE | Sick Tighnari]

25. Cranky sickie [COMPLETE | Sick Kaveh]

26. Nonverbal illness indicators [OPEN]

27. Head pain/injury/ache [IN PROGRESS | Sick Tighnari]

28. Chaotic body temperature [IN PROGRESS | Sick Cyno]

29. Fake “Faking it” [IN PROGRESS | Sick Ito]

Alternative Prompts

1. Motion sick [SKIP]

2. Sick during transit [OPEN]

3. Unconventional receptacle [OPEN]

4. Torture (literal or figurative) [IN PROGRESS]

5. Shaky/shivery [IN PROGRESS]

#emeto fiction #genshin emeto #shiguang daili ren emeto #blue lock emeto #novemetober #nov(emeto)ber #tw vomit #vomit tw #tw emeto #emeto tw

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years ago

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Whatever he wants

AN: Sorry for the relatively late post (for me at least) today. Enjoy a little bit of Mafia Tony and your unconventional relationship.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Mafia!Tony Stark x Reader

CW: Exhibitionism, Objectification, Explicit Sexual content, Voyeurism, Implied Throuple (Tony x Reader X Peter (aged up))

Word count: 1.1k

“And- and so, as you can see, our mules have been making great inroads in Hamilton Heights and Sugar Hill, pushing up your profits…

“Oh fuck..”

A spank landed on your naked ass.

“Quiet baby. Good cum-dumps don’t interrupt my lieutenants when they’re giving me reports. Carry on, Steve.”

You glanced up at Steve from your position bent over the conference table, cheek squished against the glass. Tony’s right-hand man blushed pink, his Gaelic heritage betraying his apparent embarrassment about what was going on right in front of him. However, with another snap of Tony’s hips, your eyes rolled up in your head, and you bit down on your lower lip to stifle another outburst.

This is not what you’d anticipated when you’d fallen into bed with the notorious mafia king of New York, but over time you’d become addicted to him, to how he made you feel, and you’d do anything for him. Which apparently now included being his personal stress relief during business meetings.

In front of everybody.

And it’s not that you didn’t care. In fact, that was the problem. You absolutely did care and got off on it. Got off on the fact that Tony could reduce you to a pliant receptacle for his cum in front of his men, and barely anyone batted an eyelid. He treated you like a possession in public, and you thanked him for it. And in private, he treated you like a princess. Feted and coddled you. It didn’t matter if no one else could understand your dynamic; you were happy.

While Tony, Steve, and Bucky discussed the mundane minutiae of the business, you sank into your happy place, naked body bouncing slightly on the table, your cunt being stretched wide by Tony’s cock.

You pressed your fist into your mouth as you came, legs and body trembling, but Tony continued without giving any outward indication that he’d noticed. He wasn’t finished yet, and that’s all that mattered, so there would be no point complaining if you started to get overstimulated.

However, when Tony pulled out of your weeping pussy, you raised your head in confusion. Realisation was swift though, when he flipped you over.

“Just keep that pretty head empty. I was just getting bored of the view and thought I’d treat Steve and Bucky to the sight of your tits bouncing.”

You bit back a groan as Tony started up his thrusts again. How the mob boss could ruin you like this but still keep a head cool enough to discuss business, you didn’t know. His broad hands gripped your waist, pulling you up and down his cock, like the living cock-sleeve you were. Your own hands gripped the edge of the table to stop yourself from slipping up it; you really didn’t want a contact burn on your ass again.

“There we go - a much better view.”

You closed your eyes as you took the exquisite pounding, knowing full well that Bucky would be taking the opportunity to leer, the opposite of Steve, who would be trying to look anywhere, but at you. It was an open secret that Tony’s number 2 was sweet on you, making sure you were never in danger and fulfilling every request you made of him. When Tony was in a mood, in his private rooms, he’d tease you about it, ask you if you thought Steve could fuck you as good as him, edging you over and over until you were crying that Tony was the only one for you, the only one you wanted or needed.

It was true too. Steve would never be able to give you what you craved, treat you like you needed. He was far too nice, too much of a gentleman. Tony had moulded, or possibly broken, something inside of you now. Something that craved to be used like this.

You came again, unable to contain your shout this time, and you heard Bucky snigger before Tony’s beringed fingers slapped you across your cheek, making you clench down on his cock.

“Shhh, I’ve told you. Just cos you’re a slut doesn’t mean we all need to know about it. You distracted Steve again.”

Tony hooked two of his fingers into your mouth, and you started to suck on them.

“Now say you’re sorry…”

“M sobby Steeb.”

Saliva ran out of your mouth as Tony withdrew his digits, and he wiped the wetness from them across your cheek before patting it surprisingly gently and continuing with his relentless fucking.

You knew it wouldn’t be long now, though. You knew his tells as sure as he knew yours. His fingers were gripping you just that little bit tighter, his thrusts a little harsher, and his breathing a bit heavier. You concentrated on squeezing him, helping to move him closer and closer to his high. When he drew his lower lip in between his teeth you smiled to yourself, clenching down and milking him with your muscles as he spilled into you with a low grunt.

As soon as he finished he was pulling out of you and tucking himself away, moving around the conference table to take a closer look at Steve’s charts and tables. You followed his movements and caught Bucky’s eye as he winked at you. You pointedly ignored him.

“Peter.” The young man who’d been nonchalantly leaning up against the wall, studying his manicure, perked up at the sound of Tony’s voice.

“Yes, Sir?”

His cropped muscle tee and booty shorts showed off his smooth skin and lithely muscular form. He was the only other man allowed to touch you, helping you to warm Tony’s bed and provide him with the sexual variety and entertainment he craved.

Tony wafted his hand in your general direction without sparing you a glance.

“Take my toy upstairs, will you? Get it cleaned up?”

Peter looked down at you, at where you still lay on the conference table, naked, legs splayed and cunt dripping cum, and licked his lips.

“Not a problem, Sir. It would be my pleasure.”

He picked you up with ease, popping you over his shoulder, and left the room, uncaring of Tony’s cum trailing over his shirt, too occupied with groping your ass. You squeezed his in return.

“You looked like you were jealous, Petey…”

“Naa. It’ll be my turn tomorrow, then you’ll get to clean me up.”

You smiled. It was an unconventional life, but it was the one you had.

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i-am-too-sick · 2 years ago

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I want to keep you guys in the loop for my Nov(emeto)ber writing this year. I know I won't be able to do all the days, but I'd like to do at least 10. Below is a running record of what I have planned or have already written (check-marked). As you can see, I'm short of my goal by a couple of days. If there's something on the event prompt list you'd like to see, let me know and I'll do my best!

Day 1: Terrified Caretaker ✅

Day 5: Away from Home ✅

Day 7: Enemy to Caretaker

Day 11: Unconventional Receptacle

Day 12: Sick on an Empty Stomach

Day 17: Totally Drained and Exhausted (*my birthday 😉)

Day 18: Arguments Don't Help a Fever

Day 26: Multiple Sick Characters

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monthofsick · 2 years ago

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Nightmare before Halloween

Nov(emeto)ber 2022, Day 11: Unconventional receptacle

OCs: Thien, Tiago, Isaiah, Luka

This was the prompt that made me rack my brain for weeks. I really wanted the receptacle to be unconventional, but no idea seemed good enough - until Halloween came to the rescue. Finally, Thien has the dubious honor to get his own story after only being the designated sympathy puker twice.

TW: Vomit, severe ear infection, side effects of medication

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Thien was determined. Frustrated, unnerved and tired, but still determined to make the most of this evening. He had been looking forward to Tiago’s Halloween party for weeks. His family was out of town, so the friends had an entire house as their private venue. During the spooky season, the cozy Almeida home turned into a dark and twisted witch’s cottage of unspeakable horrors. Painted wooden panels and countless decorations turned the facade into a gingerbread’s house evil twin. Human sized spiders, boiling cauldrons, treacherous witches and an entire army of skillfully crafted jack-o‘-lanterns both attracted and frightened every kid in the neighbourhood.

It didn't stop there – the inside was decked out with fake spider webs, bats hanging from the staircase, a skeleton relaxing in his rocking chair in front of the fireplace. Curtains and carpets were replaced with crimson and black velvet. Red window foil resembling stained glass transformed the living room into a haunting recreation of Prince Prospero's ill-fated costume ball from The Masque of the Red Death. There even was a mannequin dressed in a blood-stained funeral shroud and an ebony clock with an ominous chime.

Honestly, there was no better place to celebrate Halloween. Thien was a connoisseur of classic horror movies and he absolutely adored Vincent Price's performance as the depraved Prospero in the 1964 adaptation of Poe's grim tale. Watching it in a chamber that seemed to have sprung right out of the prince's abbey promised the ultimate immersive experience.

That was until Thien was struck with his very own horror story just a week before the long awaited festivity. He woke up in the middle of the night and scrambled out of bed to take a leak when suddenly, someone drove a power drill straight into his left ear. Thien doubled over, pushing both hands against his head in a desperate attempt to alleviate the sharp pain. When he finally managed to stagger to the bathroom, the floor under his bare feet felt unsteady like soft rubber.

The next morning, Thien woke up in a swimming pool of his own sweat. He wouldn't have believed that it was possible to drown in wet sheets, but his feverish body was determined to prove him otherwise. Freezing and sweating at the same time, Thien got himself some Tylenol and curled up on the couch with a fresh blanket. The fever wasn't impressed by the pill and neither was the stabbing pain in his ear. Thien was grateful that one of his flatmates changed his bedding, he was barely able to muster the strength to even get up again.

Dead tired, yet unable to sleep because of the red hot needle piercing his eardrum, Thien suffered through an unending night. Short fragments of fever dreams were more draining then restful. At dusk, he felt even worse than the evening before. An immense pressure had built up on the left side of his head, contrasted by sudden, intensely painful stings. Thien popped another pill, but it only hurt more and more. Overwhelmed by the certainty that his head was about to explode, Thien pressed his palm over the auricle and buried his face in the pillow. It was like an insane lobotomist hammered an ice pick deep into his ear until the pain reached an agonizing peak – and then, all of a sudden, it stopped.

At first, Thien couldn't help but sigh with relief as the pressure was released. A dull, indifferent earache remained, accompanied by a muffled buzzing. Then, to his dismay, Thien felt some kind of liquid dripping out of his ear canal. Teeth clenched, he struggled out of bed and was instantly hit by vertigo and nausea. Groping along the wall, Thien staggered into the bathroom. When he forced himself to look into the mirror, he saw a yellowish, mucoid substance leaking from his left ear. The sight was enough to make him gag.

It was probably the sign that a visit to the doctor was inevitable.

After shivering in the waiting room for half an hour, Thien was examined by an ENT specialist. She told him that he had a middle ear infection, which was rather uncommon in adults (not helpful) and had caused his eardrum to burst. At least it was a rather small tear that would probably heal up on its own. Thien was prescribed an antibiotic to kill the bacteria responsible for the infection and prevent them from spreading even further.

So it was back to bed with more Tylenol and his new best friend Amoxicillin. Thien had four days until the party to recover and he wanted to make the most of it. Like a model patient, he made sure to drink enough water and tea, took his medication exactly as described in the package leaflet, rested and slept as much as possible and even bribed his flatmates to provide him with healthy meals. The fever did, in fact, go down and after the third day, Thien's temperature was back to normal. A diffuse pain lingered in his ear and sounds were strangely muted on the left side. But overall, he felt a lot better.

Too bad that his stomach didn't like its microbiome-killing visitors. Nausea became Thien's constant companion, but it wasn't so severe that he couldn't keep the pill or his food down. Everything was somewhat tolerable, it just wasn't good. After bemoaning his fate for an hour or two, Thien decided to kick his own butt and went straight into determination mode.

Halloween was his night. So what if things weren't perfect, it wouldn't stop him from having fun. He could rest again the next day.

As impressive as the decoration had been in broad daylight, it paled compared to the spectacle revealed after dark. Flickering candles brought the jack-o'-lanterns to life. Smoke rose from the witch's cauldron and the bubbling brewage emanated an eerie green glow. The giant spiders were looking for their prey with menacing eyes glowing deep red. It was truly a sight to behold and instantly lifted Thien's spirits.

"Damn it, I thought you had to stay in bed", Tiago grinned while he greeted from the doorstep, right next to a large pumpkin with a particularly dreadful grimace. Upon closer inspection, the two of them could very well be brothers.

"Are you scared because I'm bringing the creepy stuff?" Thien raised his bag that was jam-packed with all kinds of horror movies, from cult classics to notorious shockers. "Don't blame me if you wet your sheets!"

"Ugh, leave me alone with your weird fetishes!" Tiago rolled his eyes, then stepped aside to let his friend into the small entrance hall. The lighting was dim and a huge spider web covered the entire coat rack. Thien left his jacket at the tiny bench next to the shoe shelf instead.

The only light source in the adjacent foyer – affectionately known as the batcave – was a blacklight that revealed grisly details hidden in seemingly harmless pantings. Another surprise that had been invisible by day. And then they finally entered the main attraction: the black chamber, formerly known as living room. Everything was draped in black velvet – the couch, the chairs, the table, even the walls. LED torches cast flickering scarlet light through the blood colored windows. The Red Death figure lured in the corner and the sinister ebony clock was about to toll the hour.

It was incredible.

"I… I don't even know what to say except that I ab-so-lute-ly love it!" Thien clasped his hands in excitement. The adrenaline rushing through his veins made him forget about his earache and the queasiness for a minute. "This is just perf-ohmygod!"

Thien jumped as he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders from behind. Someone let out a distorted scream that turned into laughter just a second later. As Thien whirled around, he looked into the delighted faces of Luka and Isaiah who had been hiding behind one of the velvet tapestries.

"Why are you guys such assholes?", Thien coughed, but couldn't hold back a laughter himself, both as an aftereffect of the scare and relief that he could actually be here. "I'll make you regret this! Especially you, Isa, your stomach is so weak when it comes to gore."

"Hey, I'm not that squeamish… anymore", the redhead objected.

"Well, good luck while you're munching on this." Tiago twisted his lips into a malicious grin and gestured towards the dinner table. It was, quite literally, a feast for the eyes. There was black bean stew with a sour cream spider web drawn on top. Round slices of pimiento-stuffed olives turned deviled eggs into eyeballs. Hot dogs were carved and decorated to look like severed fingers, ketchup blood dripping all over the buns. Cheese bread puffs were wrapped up in strings of dough like mummies and chocolate truffles wore bat wings. Black caipiroska was served in erlenmeyer flasks.

"That is honestly so freaking cute." With glowing eyes, Isaiah grabbed one of the bats.

"No, it's not!" Tiago was visibly shaken by so much ignorance. "It's scary and disgusting! Whatever, dig in. And don't blame me when someone gets poisoned."

The friends loaded their antique plates, then made themselves comfortable in the TV corner. Thien wasn't exactly hungry, but how could he resist such a variety of both mouth-watering and gross looking dishes? At least he wanted to try everything. He had even double checked if alcohol would clash with his antibiotics, which it didn't. However, Thien had no desire to get drunk. It wasn't an enticing prospect when he already felt dizzy and nauseous to begin with.

Just like Thien had hoped, the black room's ghastly atmosphere did wonders for the atrocities on screen. After reveling in the gloomy ambience for a while, Thien brought himself to start eating. He didn't have the strong aversion against food that came with a stomach flu, but his palate was definitely more picky. The bean stew was hearty and flavorful enough to intrigue his tastebuds. The deviled eggs were a bit much though. There was a spicy kick to the yolk paste, probably Tabasco sauce, that irritated Thien's upsets stomach. The small piece of olive was enough to leave a lasting aftertaste that curbed Thien's appetite significantly.

Nothing bad could be said about the mummy bread per se – it was gooey, soft and packed a cheesy punch. Thien couldn't put his finger on what exactly was off-putting about the small round of dough, but it left him with a nagging unease in his belly. Maybe that was the source of his sudden reluctance to try the bloody finger hot dog. The gloriously disgusting design was right up Thien's alley and he wasn't put off by fake blood, no matter if it was in a movie or on a bun. The smell of meat and nitrate, however, didn't exactly appeal to him.

This was perfectly normal food, he told himself. This was food he liked. But the beefy sausage didn't go well with the overly sweet ketchup and even after Thien had swallowed, it left an oily film in his mouth. Thien couldn't bring himself to finish the whole thing. He hoped that the chocolate treat would help him get rid of both taste and mouthfeel, but the gooey fudge mixed with the meat grease in a highly unpleasant way.

At this point, Thien was fed up with anything edible. He placed the plate on the floor next to his chair and sipped on the pitch black cocktail instead. The crisp and tart flavor was enjoyable, until Thien's tastebuds betrayed him again and reported an intrusion of nail polish remover. Thien frowned, put the flask away and hugged his abdomen. His insides felt raw and a burning sensation had taken hold of his stomach. Even focusing on the movie didn't make him feel better anymore. It was like half of the bites he took had been stuck in his throat, pushing against his uvula with every bobbing gulp.

Thien's saliva carried a faint aroma of beans and cheese and chocolatey hot dogs, which would have been repulsive even if the fluid hadn't flooded his mouth like it did. He couldn't help but wonder if his belly was scolding him with angry growls – the TV was loud enough to drown out every other sound, but Thien felt it rumble and churn under his grip. His body was moving towards a direction he didn't like at all and maybe it was already too late to turn back.

"Damn it, I'm about to burst!", Isaiah groaned, taking the words right out of Thien's mouth. "'xcuse me for a minute, I gotta make room for more."

"Open the window when you're done!" Luka demonstratively held his nose. Thien licked his lips nervously. Hopefully, Isaiah wouldn't take too long.

Except that he did. Of course. At least ten minutes passed and Thien's stomach was bubbling like the witch's brew in the garden. He sank deeper into his armchair, only to have the shift in pressure force a burp out of his overboiling gastric kettle. It tasted as bad as it felt, sour and acrid. Thien's sore throat constricted in sync with his contracting abdominal muscles. The abundance of alkaline spit left a bitter taste in his mouth that didn't go away as he swallowed frantically.

Thien had to admit that this wouldn't end well if he stuck to his strategy of watching and waiting.

Careful not to send an unintended evacuation order to his stomach, Thien pushed himself up and left the black room. He teetered through the batcave towards the guest toilet door in the entry hall. It was still locked and Thien heared Isaiah humming inside. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Aren't you done yet?"

"Uhm… no? I would have left if I was, wouldn't I?" Isaiah wasn't wrong, but that didn't help Thien with his emergency. Hot bile crawled up his throat, burning it like a sandpaper scrub.

"Can you hurry up a bit?", he croaked after forcing the rancid fluid back down. "…please?"

"I can't, especially not if you rush me. Or listen." Isaiah let out an uncomfortable groan. "Privacy, please?"

"Sorry, but I really need to…" Just as Thien was about to explain his dire situation, he was cut off by an unannounced surge of vomit rushing up his esophagus. He tried to swallow it back down, but the stuff just kept on coming. Desperately, Thien clutched his mouth with both hands. There was no way to contain the flood, he needed something to be sick in, and he needed it right now.

The kitchen sink? Too far away, Thien would probably explode on the way and splatter the entire foyer floor with his undigested stomach contents. The umbrella stand? It did look kind of expensive and Thien hadn't forgotten how Tiago had freaked out about Isaiah barfing in his mother's car. Family possessions were serious business to him. In an act of sheer desperation, Thien ripped open the entrance door, fell on his knees and lifted the lid from the big jack-o'-lantern.

Gentle warmth caressed Thien's skin as his face came close to the candle. Then he parted his lips and extinguished the flame with a jet of puke spraying from his very own fire hose. He had not expected the sheer force of the expulsion. Every single muscle from his neck down the chest to his abdomen cramped spasmodically, causing his body to jerk with a violent recoil as more of his dinner gushed from his mouth. Thien caught his glasses just in time before they could fall into the fetid mess bursting out of him. With trembling fingers, Thien put them aside – he had no intention to take a closer look at the cascade of sewage water he spewed into the pumpkin.

The violent heaves made him even more lightheaded, which in turn increased his nausea. One of Thien's hands held on to the jagged edge of the jack-o'-lantern with such strength that his knuckles turned white. The other one pushed against his aching belly that was gripped by a wrenching pain with every single retch. After the first spontaneous projectiles, expelling the remains of his meal became a more arduous task. Each gag pushed the thick mush just a little bit further up his esophagus. The physical strain brought tears to his eyes and pierced his left ear.

Suddenly, Thien felt a hand patting his back.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" Isaiah's bad conscience couldn't have been more obvious in his facial expression than it was in his voice. "I should have let you in."

Thien was unable to reply, but the thumps on his back helped his body to push the sick over the threshold. He tensed with another heave before he finally threw up a chunky blend of beans and dough and truffle and sausage bites. It tasted absolutely vile as it pumped up his throat and spurted from his mouth, plopping into the vomit pool below him with moist splats.

"Yeah, get it all out, you got this", Isaiah cheered him on. His closeness and touch did make Thien feel better. He wasn't used to someone taking care of him when he was being sick and he had expected it to only add awkwardness to the physical discomfort. Actually, it helped him to relax a bit and just let things happen. As Thien's body punched itself in the gut again with a vigorous muscle contraction, he leaned into it and bent closer to the jack-o'-lantern. More of the food he had forced down against his better judgment made a noisy return through his gaping mouth.

The messy slop Thien hurled into the pumpkin wasn't the only pattering sound anymore. His vomit had reached the jack-o'-lantern's razor-toothed grin and poured out of the creature's mouth as well. When Thien was finally able to catch his breath, shakily wiping his lips, the ghoulish pumpkin he had infected still kept on barfing down the steps.

"Damn it", Thien croaked. "I didn't think it would be so much."

"It's not your fault." Isaiah still rubbed Thien's back, even though he had stopped puking. "I had no idea you were going to be sick. Sorry I took so long."

"You couldn't have known. Just when I tried to tell you, it all came up." Thien spat out to get rid of the horrible taste sitting comfortable on his tongue. "By the way, did you happen to see cleaning supplies in the bathroom? I'd really like to destroy the evidence before Tiago finds out about this."

"Before I find out about what?"

Both Thien and Isaiah spun around, startled. Tiago was towering over them, arms crossed. Luka peered through the foyer door, curiously watching the scene unfold. Thien sighed in defeat and buried the face in his hands.

"I – I'm so sorry about this", he mumbled against his palms. "It's the antibiotics. My stomach wasn't great the whole week, but I swear this never happened before. Maybe the food was too spicy… or it's getting worse. I just couldn't hold it in."

"So… technically it's Isaiah's fault again because he's the one who was blocking the restroom", Tiago concluded.

"Hey, that's not fair!", Isaiah protested. "Don't make me clean up again."

"Don't blame him, he's not a clairvoyant." With a deep sigh, Thien put his glasses back on and got up from the ground. He was barely standing when a loud scream from the street made him flinch.

A tiny scarecrow pointed at them, then waved at her friends Chucky and Pennywise.

"You gotta check this out!", the little girl squealed. "There's a puking pumpkin!"

"It looks so real!" Pennywise stared at the front door in awe. "Not just dumb seeds and that stringy stuff from inside."

Wide eyed and a bit bashful, the illustrious trio crept closer. Scarecrow raised both her sickle and her tin bucket.

"Trick or treat!", she screeched with a voice resembling nails on a chalkboard. That kid had definitely practiced the grand entrance. While Tiago grabbed the candy bowl that had been strategically placed in the shoe rack, Chucky leaned over to his killer clown friend and whispered:

"It even stinks. This house is the best."

Thien had to bite his lower lip – not because he was embarrassed or nauseous, but to desperately hold back a hysterical giggle. The pint sized horror creatures thanked their chocolate donors with some well-rehearsed poses that were definitely more adorable than scary, then they moved on. As soon as Thien and Isaiah had entered the house and Tiago had closed the door behind them, the friends broke into laughter. Even Tiago couldn't contain himself, although he didn't roll on the ground like Isaiah did.

"That was honestly the funniest shit ever", Luka spluttered, clutching his belly. "Ti, you know that you have to leave the stuff there. They're going to hype up every kid in the neighbourhood."

"Guess there's no need to fear monsters when you have friends like you", Tiago snorted, trying to regain control. "So what. You gotta do anything to one-up your neighbours. Now get your lousy asses back into the living room, we're gonna clean up later."

"We? Did you just say… we?" Thien smiled warily. "So you can be nice if you want to."

"Don't tell anyone or I make you wipe up that barf with your tongue. Understood?" Tiago shoved Thien in the direction of the guest toilet. "Now rinse out that mouth, your breath reeks of puke. And by the way, the only things you get for the rest of the night are tea and saltines."

Thien swallowed down the thank you he had on the tip of his tongue. But the fact that, of all people, Tiago headed to the kitchen to prepare some tea made him feel a little warm and fuzzy. Even though Thien hadn't quite forgiven his body for acting up at the worst time possible, at least it had made this Halloween a night to remember.

#submission #tw vomit #tw emeto #tw medication #tw side effects #tw ear infection #nov(emeto)ber 2022 #novemetober 2022 #2022 day11 #prompt: unconventional receptacle #fandom: original characters #birdnamedenza #thien is so cute oh my gosh #his excitement about the party TT_TT #also i'm not gonna spoil for anyone peeking at tags but the unconventional receptacle... i loveeeee #i think i'm more shook than thien about tiago being nice like who /is/ he #definitely looking forward to seeing more of this gang!!

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