#scat mentioned

[sweetbubblies]

How do the planets, including black hole, react to constipation?

Sun: Huffy, whiny and generally just feeling sorry for himself, going to Moon for comfort

Venus: Feels bloated and awkward and spends the day drinking smoothies and sitting on the toilet until things...move along

Earth: Normally constipation is painful for them so they're sometimes in tears, it'll pass with time time but they'll be miserable until then .

Mars: Like an overtired toddler, testy and much more explosive than normal refusing to take help from anyone but his moons eventually convince him to settle down and take a bath. The warm water helps...

Jupiter: Louder than normal farts lots of groaning and moan since he's not used to the feeling but it's nothing a fiber smoothie cleanse won't fix

Saturn: Irritable and refuses to go out or be seen by anyone, secretly goes to either Jupiter or Neptune for help

Uranus: Honestly didn't notice until his stomach started hurting, ignores it. Ends up loading his pants by accident later.

Neptune: Brews himself a lot of tea straight away and goes a high energy stretch to get things moving

Black Hole: Stops eating and sleeping, constantly rumbling and fussing, which can be heard all over the solar system. A belly rub should help them settle down and help them poop

[tummieaching]

This was just a night after I threw up recently ... I was in bed with a bit of a nauseous belly, still recovering from the night before ... I decided I wanted to feel good so I took out my toy and started to listen to some of the wonderful puking audios on here to rub myself to ... one hand to rub myself and the other to press on my achy belly ... the moaning was feeling good but I started to burp some in between from the sour feeling in my belly, and it was starting to churn around and make my tummy hurt ... I had to keep swallowing but I got a weird feeling in my belly that it was going to come out the other end ... I went to the toilet with my toy and sat on it with my arms around my sore belly trying to push ... I was panting and moaning because it hurt so much, but one very wet and sour burp told me it was going to come up instead ... I didn't want to puke it up on the floor so I just dropped down, I didn't even have much time to pull my pants back up, so I used both hands to knead my hurting belly to try to bring something up ... I burped and burped and finally I felt it start to come up so I recorded ... it felt so good, I was glad I brought my toy to rub and moan while I puked ♡

[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.”

[diaperbuppy]

mghhh puppy is very horny,, I put on a diaper just to chill in for a little and was getting gassy,, pushed some gas out and pushed against what I thought was more gas, but... it was a bit more 😵‍💫

I'm surprised anything came out since I had already gone poop today. But soft, mushy poo just blasted out of me and into the diaper >///< it's so squishy and warm <33

[pmak2002]

There was something peaceful about laying on the bathroom floor with your sickly husband asleep on top of you.

He had a terrible stomach bug that had been keeping him up all night. You enjoyed the quiet that had finally settled in your small bathroom.

You laid awake as you played with Timothee’s sweaty curls.

You were grateful that he was finally able to get some rest. He had been miserable all day and now he was up during the night too.

You peppered kisses on his head and hummed to yourself. You could hear the sounds of NYC outside the window of the apartment building.

Timothee’s stomach gurgled uncomfortably as he laid ontop of you. Only wearing tank top and shorts as he was sweating buckets.

You rub his back and coax out a few burps and farts from him. His normally slim body was bloated from gas and it made him miserable and uncomfortable. Despite the bed made from multiple blankets and pillows on the floor next to you.

Timothee had rolled over to lay on you instead. He only wanted to be held while he slept. So you were stuck until his body decided it needed to purge itself. Thankfully he had been asleep for a while and you hoped it stayed that way.

You don't know how long you are out for. But when you wake up Timothee has gotten up groaning in pain clutching his stomach. He looks at you eyes glassy and tired.

His stomach making horrifically loud noises that sound like they really hurt.

timothee groans and rushes over to the toilet to have bad diarrhea, his shorts around his ankles and his whole body shakes from the effort of expelling watery waste.

You frown and go to kneel next to the toilet where Timothee removes his hand from his stomach to grab yours and place it where it hurts the most. You immediately begin to rub and gently massage his bloated belly.

“Hurting!” Timothee groans with each cramp.

“I know lovey I’m sorry.” You say. You gently massage his bloated stomach until he feels empty and has nothing left to expel out his backside.

You help him clean up and flush away his mess. Then help him return to the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.

As soon as you sit down though he's on your lap whimpering and shaking. You frown as he's clearly becoming delirious from the high fever.

“Shh it’s alright you’re ok I’ve got you.” You say gently as you hold him in your arms. He buries his face in your neck.

Work had been a lot and he was so exhausted and in a way it was good that his body was forcing him to rest.

Of course he was absolutely miserable and in pain. That sucked but he needed all the rest he could get and now that he was sick. He could rest.

Timothee whines and nuzzles you.

You hold him tight and kiss his head. his stomach gurgling and bubbling as he sits on your lap. You use your other hand to gently massage his stomach.

You sit like this for a while holding him and trying to help him relax despite the pain in his belly. soon hes nauseous and leaning over the toiket burping up whatever is left in his stomach which isn't much of anything.

He whimpers and coughs as he spits into the toilet. You rub his back and stomach trying to help him find any relief from the aches in his gut.

"Why does it still hurt when I have nothing left?" He cries.

“I wish I knew.” You reply. You grab toilet paper to wipe his mouth. After tossing out the tissue you go and lay down on the floor with the blankets and pillows that were supposed to be for Timothee. He lays down on you like earlier and you wrap your arms around him and kiss his head.

“Time to sleep mon armor.” You say.

He yawns and you grab a blanket to pull over the both of you.

He sighs heavily and his entire body seems to finally relax and he falls asleep on you once again. You play with his hair until you fall asleep too.

[ohnomytummy]

I succ—*gurgle* —eeded….oh god….

I didn’t puke but my lower tummy is now a toxic sludge zone. The cramps are almost nonstop…gentle but constant. After every belly gush I can feel my insides start filling again almost immediately. It’s so awful but so so good 😫

[pumpkingas]

Md/lb eprocto but w/o the ageplay likee

Imagine sitting in the living room after dinner when your son comes up behind you. "Mm mom my stomach hurts like crazy... Could you help me, please?" He'd plead and lift his shirt up so you can see how bloated he is, maybe you'd make a comment about him being too old but he's still your baby boy after all so you take him into your lap. He'd whimper softly and snuggle into Mommy's arms as you gently rub his aching belly, you'd feel the heat radiating off his skin and the gurgles vibrating his belly. "Thank you, mommy. I'd do it myself but your hands just work so well," he'd moan and tilt his head back before pushing a fart out into your lap. Normally he'd be so embarrassed but there's no need with mommy, he'd just mutter quietly "'scuse me..." Then move on. You'd squish and squeeze his achy tummy as he drills farts into your lap. "Oh fuck, mom, I've gotta take a shit. But I'll thank you properly after, yeah?" He'd give you a small peck on the lips before rushing off, leaving you to either play with yourself while huffing his lingering gas, or be a good mommy and actually wait patiently.

[transingthoseformers]

https://www.tumblr.com/transingthoseformers/753584268998000640/i-had-a-dream-once-where-the-sg-autobot-command?source=share

This is like the thing where if cats don't bury their poop it's cos they're boss of the house hjdhsjd only the high command have the right to leave their waste out. It's convenient and also a show of power

If they really need to show another bot their place they will just piss on them. SG optimus will just start peeing on his soldiers if they upset him or dare to be insubordinate in any way

Exactly on the SG autobots

It's a not so subtle power play

Also it is nine in the morning and we're talking about robot piss already, nice

This makes me imagine an exdecepticon being absolutely flummoxed by this once they learn about it, *looks at Drift*

PISS ON BOT PISS ON BOT yes

"Prowl?? Come here."

[investingestincest]

Ff..net really was a nightmare to navigate through. Whether it was the tags, ships or the content, people did NOT care about you or what you disliked, it was everyone for themselves and I learned that very, very quickly.

At least I learned about what squicks and NOTPs were thanks to that lol

[black-cat-showdown]

Aristocats elimination poll

Winner gets to go in the final roster!

[sweetbubblies]

That one scenario has taken root in my brain. Now I can't stop thinking about Mr. Pasmore's assistant purposefully upsetting his stomach because he pissed them off. Giving him spicy food or hot coffee or soy products because he berated them, then lying in wait because they know he'll pay for it later with that sensitive stomach of his 🤌

"Thank you," Mr. Pasmore says cooly as you place his lunch on his desk not looking up from being engrossed in his work, speaking as if not less than an hour ago he was calling you an incompetent waste of air. A major mistake was made by the folks in the PR department but unfortunately, you took the fall, and the blame for your boss being late for a very important meeting fell directly on you. This earned you a horrible reaming out by the CEO. It might have been a little petty you wanted to get a little bit of justice. As an 'apology' you offer you pick up Perceus's lunch personally; a large order of dumplings from a restaurant your boss liked stuffed with beef carrots bok-choy, and tofu. The blend of texters seemed to cover up the extra surprise as when you went into the office to drop off some reports the take-out tray was completely empty. And now it was time to wait....

You were ideally doing paperwork at your desk when you hear a loud *BRRRRAPPPPPP!!* *PRRRPPP!!* from the CEO's office. You smirk a little bit as the farts grow louder *POOTT* *BBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP* *BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTT* *PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRPPPPPAAAAAPPPPP* *FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPTTTT* Every few seconds you can hear your boss's ass sound off, stubbing with grunts and groans of discomfort and grunts *BRRRAAAAPPPPP!!!*

"Y/N!!!"

Mr. Pasmore bellows from office. Shit. Your heart sinks and hesitantly step in, trying not to react to the thick hot stench in the air. That tofu must be doing a number on his stomach "Y-yes, Mr. Pasomre..?"

"Who brought my lunch today!?" *PPPSSSSSRRRrrrrrr....* "I want them fired! This instant!!" *POOTPPP!!* *POOT!!* It had been a long time since you had seen Mr. Pasmore this livid...or this gassy. You blink. Who brought..? Perseus was so focused on his work earlier that he didn't notice it was you who took care of lunch. Your career and your nose would be ruined if he found out it was you. "It was an intern, sir." You answer after a moment *FFFFFRRRTTT* *BLLOOORTTT!* *PUUURRRRRTTT* *HHHRRRRTTT!** "Give them their last check and throw them ou-"* *SPLARRRRRTTT!!* *bloooorrrrr...* You suppress a smile as you see Mr. Pasmore's face go bright red in shame "....but before that could you get my other pair of pants...." *PLLOOORRPppp..* He let out a finally bubbly fart against what you could only assume was a fresh wet log sagging his underwear You allow yourself to smile despite the now truly rotten odder coming off Perseus "Yes, sir, right away, sir."

[samagwi]

which feels better, post nut clarity or post poo clarity?

"......Nut. Next."

[shyshyscott]

I have a sideblog that is more diaper-focused than this one if anyone is interested in that. I know that some people love scat and messing, but are completely turned off by diaper use. So, I will be posting diaper-related content there, mainly messing/wetting/messy puppy stuff.

Feel free to give it a follow, if you'd like:

@diaperbuppy

[diaperbuppy]

I had a dream where I had to be put in diapers bc I couldn't tell I had to go to the bathroom until a few moments before I did, not giving me enough time and causing me to mess myself.

In the dream, I was wearing them to my classes ofc, and I was super paranoid that someone would find out and point it out, but nobody did. It then time skipped to me walking home bc the college campus was closer than it is irl, feeling a grumbling disturbance in my stomach before going behind a tree to mess myself more "privately."

It was an absolute torrent of messy diarrhea and filled the diaper nearly to maximum capacity. Once it stopped, I shuffled home as quickly as I could given the situation.

so anyways I've been thinking about that all day 😵‍💫

[pmak2002]

Food poisoning

You are awoken by Timothee shaking you awake. You hear a sound like a gag and a burp. Then you feel warm liquid dripping down the blanket and the smell is awful.

Immediately you sit up and turn on the light. Timothee is heaving and panting over the puddle of vomit on the bed. Looking absolutely miserable.

“Timmy bathroom go now!” You say as you slowly start to get up. It’s as if he can’t hear you. His gagging intensifies and he heaves bringing up more barf.

He finally looks up at you eyes glassy and unfocused he reaches for you puke dripping from his mouth. His face flushed and sweaty.

You practically scoop him up in your arms as you rush him into the bathroom not before he brings up more vomit all over the both of you.

He begins to cry and squirm in your arms. You set him down in front of the toilet and rush to deal with the sheets and your pjs.

When you get back timothee has moved from the floor onto the toilet. His hands wrapped around his stomach.

“Oh Timmy baby.” You frown

“I think you have a bad bug sweetheart.” You say worriedly.

He whimpers and curses under his breath.

“Food poisoning my food at dinner didn’t taste right.” He says weakly.

“Oh sweetheart why didn’t you say anything while we were there? Your parents, your sister or I could have told the waiter.” You tell him.

“We were having such a good time and I was so hungry. Ohh it hurts!” He whined.

“Oh sweetie I’ll get a bath started alright?”

He nods and watches as you start a warm bath for him.

Once he stops using the bathroom. You help him clean up and get him into the tub and helping him wash up. You feel his forehead and find it warm.

“Yup food poisoning alright. mon pauvre cher” you say sadly. You help Tim clean up then let him sit in the warm water for a while.

While you prep the bed for the long night ahead.

Extra layer of sheets on his side of the bed. A towel next to the bed and the puke bucket. You sigh heavily and hope he’ll be able to sleep even if it’s just for a little while.

You grab a fresh pair of boxers and a light shirt for him to wear to bed. He’s almost asleep In the tub when you go to get him out and changed.

“Come on baby let’s get you into fresh clothes.”

He nods and slowly gets out you wrap him in a towel first and he dries himself off.

Then you help him into his boxers. You gently rub his belly before helping him with his shirt. He whines as his stomach cramps up. You gently rub his stomach.

He goes to rinse out his mouth. You stay and rub his back as he does.

“Better?” You ask.

He nods and you help him back to bed. His hands wrapped protectively around his stomach.

“Hurts.” He whimpers.

“I know I’ll rub your tummy once you lay down.”

You get him comfy in bed and your German shepherd Kodak watches from his bed.

You join Tim in bed and he moves closer to be held and you rub his distended belly. You do that until you both fall asleep.

It’s not long before he’s up again and spitting into the bucket. Not gushing barf like he had before but you know it’ll be coming sooner than later. He burps and spits again. You gently pat his back.

“Don’t wanna throw up.” He whined before he lets out a loud burp from deep inside his gut.

“Oh sweetie I know you feel so yucky. But it’ll feel much better if it’s out of your system.”

You rub his back and try to soothe him soon the gushes of puke return as does his need to use the restroom.

This pattern continues throughout the night.

By the next morning you are wiped out from staying up all night with him.

He’s finally asleep though so you lay there and hold him as he sleeps. Playing with his sweaty curls.

You hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. You check to see and realize Pauline has texted you.

Pauline: how’s little bro? Mom said she got sick from her food last night. Dad and I are fine.

You: not good he started 🤮 at like 2 AM it was bad! All over the bed and him and I when I moved him to the bathroom. Start of a long night had to do laundry and run him a bath.

Pauline: Yikes! Need anything?

You: no he’s finally asleep fever of 102.7 but clearly still unwell feverish, pale, now that he’s asleep not as 🤮 or 💩 hopefully it stays that way for a while.

Pauline: ok didn’t need the visual aid

You: You had a baby recently and you’re telling me you don’t need a visual representation of how icky your baby brother feels?! 😝 Wow

Pauline: oh stop it 🤪 anyway let me know if I can help I have a baby but that doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you or bro. Hope he gets better quickly!

You: thanks Pauline hope your mom feels better soon too! This is crazy stuff glad we could avoid it at least!

Pauline: yeah I’ll keep you updated as long as you do with Timmy. bye Y/N

You: will do bye

You put your phone back on the nightstand carefully as to not disturb Timmy who’s dead asleep for the first time in a couple of hours.

You enjoy the silence for a few minutes.

Until Kodak the German shepherd comes bounding up the stairs ready for breakfast and outside.

“Ok ok dog hold on.” You carefully move Timmy closer to his side of the bed. Then get up to go tend to the dog.

As soon as you come in from taking Kodak out you hear the sounds of intense gagging and coughing.

You quickly take off Kodak’s leash and collar before running upstairs to find Timothee clutching the puke bucket and vomiting.

“Oh Timothee. Sweetie.”

You rush over to rub his back and calm him down as he cries through each bout of ceaseless puking. Finally it stops and you grab a tissue to wipe his mouth.

“It hurts everything hurts!” Tim cries.

“Shh I know baby.”

You feel his forehead, and he’s still warm to the touch. You use your thumb to wipe away his tears and you kiss his nose.

"Pauline texted. She said your mom got sick from her food last night, too. Your dad and Pauline are fine and she hopes you feel better soon, and if you need anything, she'll help, okay?" you tell him.

"But what about the baby and is mom ok? Tim asked weakly as he buried his head into your neck.

"Pauline said that just because of the baby. It doesn't mean she won't be here for us. She wanted to check on you and me. She said your mom is sick but she’s doing alright. Don’t worry.”

He nods and takes a deep, shaky breath. You play with his sweaty curls.

“mon amour, comment te sens-tu maintenant ?" You ask in your not-so-perfect french as you plant a kiss on his head.

"C'est horrible. Je pensais que je me sentirais un peu mieux qu'hier soir, mais ce n'est pas le cas." he replies.

"mon pauvre bébé." you respond and hold him a little tighter, and you feel his belly gurgle. Soon, he rushes off to the bathroom. You get up to grab an extra toilet paper roll and leave it outside the bathroom door if he needs it.

Then go tend to Kodak, clean the puke bucket out and clean the rest of the house to give Timothee as much privacy as possible.

You move the now clean sheets and clothes into the dryer and set about cleaning and checking the mail for any bills.

Once that’s done you go back upstairs and clean out the puke bucket in the bathroom, then you check on him.

You find Timothee in bed In only his boxers and socks. Spread out and sweating buckets in bed.

You return the bucket to its rightful place on the towel by his side of the bed.

You smile despite him being so so sick he looked so peaceful sleeping even though his curls were slick with sweat, he was awfully pale and his breathing was a little shallow

You run your hands through his curls and kiss his nose, forehead and checks. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles weakly.

“How we doing?” You ask.

“Icky yuck.” He whines.

You nod.

“Want to try some saltine crackers and Pedialyte?” You ask.

He thinks about it then nods.

“Good sign mon cher.”

You head to get him a small cup of pedialyte and a few saltines then return to the bedroom.

Timmy sits up in bed and pulls the blankets over his lap. You hand him the cup first and he slowly drinks it until the cup is empty. Then he takes the crackers and nibbles on them.

Once he finishes the crackers and puts the cup on the nightstand and curls up in bed again. He reaches for you. Kodak jumps up onto the bed to be included too.

You crawl into bed next to Timothee and hold him and rub his stomach until you both fall asleep.

After a long few days and nights Timothee felt better.

[sanguine-law]

😖 - Does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? Do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

[symbols]

Oh every time he's been completely hammered in public. He tends to spill his secrets, whether or not they're believed, and has led to him being stabbed multiple times. Joseph may play it off as a laugh or drunken lie, but he knows it's not a good look. He thinks it less embarrassing and more dangerous.

But he has vomited and soiled himself before while hammered, and he finds those incidents embarrassing. As well as the times he's over-eaten heavy food and made himself sick.