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bellysoupset · 12 days

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For the 🏳️ anon, who asked for Airsick Bella.... Here we go, with LOADS of fluff and sexy talk.

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"Have you seen my bikinis?" Bella asked, rummaging through her messy side of their wardrobe. Luke was sprawled on the bed watching the replay of last Sunday’s football game, having already finished packing, since his side was neatly folded and he could get a bag done in under 30 minutes.

"You really don't need those," he smirked and Bella rolled her eyes, crouching down to open a drawer.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna be real happy when I'm flashing strangers- Aha!" She held up a bunch of bikinis strung together and didn't bother untangling them, throwing the items on her side of their suitcase, "now I need a hat."

Lucas smiled fondly at her, Bella wasn't even bothering to hide just how excited she was with them finally leaving for a honeymoon. After nearly ten months since they had gotten married, Luke had been over the moon to slip her the tickets, three weeks before.

She had even requested time off work, something Bella never did, normally insisting she could work from anywhere. Luke had seen her work from the hospital waiting room far too many times to count.

Their flight was Friday morning and it was only Wednesday night, but Lucas had everything ready already, from his suitcase, to their documentation, to their travel guide, hotel... Everything he could think of, he had managed and micromanaged, except for Bell.

Just glancing at her messy process of packing made his skin crawl, so he opted for not saying anything and waited until she finally zipped it up, taking far more shoes than he even thought possible for her to wear.

"You know we're going to a tropical island, right?" Lucas grabbed Bella's waist when she circled the bed in order to grab her jewelry, "I don't think you're gonna get any use out of the combat boots."

"You never know, it rains a lot in tropical places," Bella shrugged, falling against him on the bed, but keeping to the task at hand, sorting through the bunch of silver rings she had, "I'm taking it."

"Okay," Luke rolled his eyes, closing her jewelry box, "I want attention-"

"You're gonna have tons of attention, once we're there," Bella scoffed, squirming when he rolled them on the bed and pinned her down, "skull or snakes?" she raised the rings in front of him.

"Skulls, they're cuter," Luke pushed her hand away from his face, busying himself with kissing her neck, "so we’re taking a chastity vow until we land in Malé?"

Bella snorted at that, picking her earrings, moving her head slightly so he could continue to kiss her, "chastity is a strong word, I've always wanted to be a part of the mile high club."

Lucas laughed, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, "oh yeah, so we can get barred at the customs," he nibbled on her earlobe, "my wife the genius."

"Tonto," Bella scoffed, finally putting away all the items and planting a hand in the middle of his face, pushing him off of her, “help me pack, Luke.”

By the time Friday finally rolled on, Luke was feeling nearly sick with nerves. They had driven to Portland the night before, in order to avoid the maximum amount of fatigue possible, given the trip ahead of them was stupidly long. Their flight went to Philadelphia, where they caught a 10 hours long flight to London, stayed over the night and then in the morning caught another flight, this one 20 hours long, to the Maldives.

Luke had genuinely considered talking with Kit about the private jet, but just the off hand mention of his father’s name had Bella shutting down in a way he didn’t like. It didn’t used to be like that before Christmas and he wasn’t entirely sure what had changed since Bell promptly shut down any attempt of bringing up the topic.

Besides, as Jonah had pointed out to him while they chatted in gym, the private jet would need to do all the stops for fuel too, it’d only cut about five hours of their schedule.

“What’s in your mind?” Bell asked, as they strapped in for the first, shorter flight. Only two hours for Philly.

“Control freak bs,” Luke scoffed, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek, “my brain won’t stop.”

“I thought therapy was helping,” she teased him, turning her face for a proper kiss, “nothing is going to go wrong, it’s just plane trips. Very long, very tiring, but just plane trips.”

“Uhum,” Luke leaned in to plant his lips on her temple.

Since they’d be bored out of their minds, Bella had brought an old ipad, filled with movies. Luke leaned back his chair, frowning as he recognized the opening shot of the movie.

“Jaws? We’re going to a tropical island and you want to watch Jaws?”

“I like to be prepared,” Bella grinned, snuggling against his shoulder, “you did say we could swim in the ocean and that there’s a shark dive.”

“And you want to watch Jaws before swimming with the sharks?” He raised his eyebrows, clicking on the screen and then going back to the list of movies, “you only brought deadly animals movies… Tsunami movie… Isabella, what the fuck!”

Bell slapped his hand away, putting the movie back on, “it's good for you, builds character.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it does,” he said sourly, focusing on the movie.

The connection to the London flight was uneventful, Luke spending it updating their friends about their current location and taking his own paparazzi pictures of Bell, as she sprawled on the first class lounge, not a thought given to the dirty looks thrown her way.

He loved her.

“This is bigger than our house,” Bella snorted as they got in the plane and to their seats. For this flight Luke had splurged with first class tickets instead of regular ones and a private suite, since it was 10 hours long. Bell dropped her carry on in the large space between their seats, which were large like single beds, “really. Honest to God, bigger than my childhood room.”

Lucas knew for a fact this was pretty much true. He rolled his eyes, kissing the top of her head, “and private too, didn’t you want to be a part of the mile high club?”

“Now where’s the fun if it’s all private?” Bella teased him, falling sit and letting out a sigh, “I bet they have cameras everywhere here… Oh man, champagne? I feel like a princess.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her antics, sitting down as well and indulging Bell as she sat criss crossed next to him and continued to talk non stop.

Three hours into the trip and at least three glasses of champagne each, the instructions of “stay in your seats” were out of the window. Bella had climbed on his lap and she had her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him and letting out a happy sigh as Luke squeezed her ass over the jeans, when suddenly the plane lurched.

It was so sudden that Bella bit on his lip with force enough to draw blood and Luke pulled back with a shout.

“Bell!”

“Oh my God-” Bella whined, grabbing his shoulders, big blue eyes wide in her face, “what the fuck was that!?”

“Just a drop, Bella,” Luke glared at her, wiping the blood with his thumb, “it’s fine, relax…”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” she scoffed, but leaned in to kiss him again, bumping her nose with his, “sorry about your lip…”

“Uhm, kiss it better?” Lucas grinned, leaning further into his seat and planting a hand on her nape, pulling her in. He felt her smile against his lips and Luke was starting to feel suffocatingly warm, face tingling with how horny he was, when the plane lurched once more, this time around continuing to shake violently.

Bella let out a sound he wasn’t sure he had ever heard her do before, a whimper-cry, and hid her face on his neck, “Luke!”

“It’s okay, baby, it’s just turbulence…” He hugged her close and Bella squeezed him with all her force as the plane shook again.

“We’re getting nerfed down from the sky because of these stupid, expensive, gigantic cabins,” Bella whined, getting out of his lap and putting the seat belt on, a couple seconds before the red sign popped on the opposite wall.

The plane lowered once more, before going up, and even with the private cabin, they could hear the other passengers squeal. Bella’s face had gone from healthy tan to olive white and she was clutching the arm rests of her seat.

“I don’t wanna die on my honeymoon,” she whimpered, closing her eyes, “Luke-”

“It’s just turbulence,” Lucas planted his hand over hers, “I promise you we’ll not fall from the sky, this is fine…”

“It doesn’t feel fine!” Bella squealed as the plane kept shaking. She moved their hands, so she could squeeze his fingers and Luke cringed, Bell had quite the strong grip.

He leaned in, completely ignoring the shaking and going up and down that was causing his stomach to freeze, “talk with me, baby.”

“I- I can’t, we’re going to di-die…” Her voice shook under the weight of tears and Lucas scoffed, planting a kiss on her temple and squeezing Bella to him with his free hand. Over their heads, the lights went out.

“No, we’re not. Have I ever told you about our flight to Hong Kong when I was fifteen?” he leaned in and Bell shook her head, staying quiet to indicate she was listening, but still not opening her eyes.

“Dad was touring there and it was my birthday, so mom packed us both to Hong Kong,” Luke smoothed over the important stuff, leaving out the details. He hadn’t wanted to go to Hong Kong and his mom was actually going there for a business trip, not for his birthday. In fact, he wasn’t sure they had remembered it was his birthday until two days had passed, “and the flight was terrible, let me tell you. But we landed without any trouble, it was just clouds-” without any trouble because his mom had been knocked the fuck out by the wine, “we all got there in one piece. We’re gonna get to London perfectly safe too.”

“And- and your birthday?” Bella asked in a small voice. Luke wiped the tears off her face.

“I got to watch dad play, it was great,” he lied smoothly. He had spent it in the hotel room just outside the stadium his father was playing, puking his guts up after such a horrid flight, while his mother bossed her entire staff around.

Bella nodded, letting out a shuddery breath and the plane eased up the shaking. She sat up straight, leaning back on her seat and wiped at her face, while the overhead lights turned back on.

Lucas smiled at her, “see?”

“I’m gonna puke,” Bella groaned, ignoring his soft smile and Luke snorted, before realizing her lips had gone a terrible shade of white.

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yeah-” Bella cupped her mouth, “Lu-”

Luke scrambled to find an airsickness bag, but in first class these were hidden somewhere – it was not pleasing to imply rich people puked – so he settled for the champagne bucket, removing the bottle and holding it under Bell’s chin just in time to catch the first mouthful of sickly champagne vomit.

She hugged the bucket like a pro, so Lucas abandoned it, in order to hold her hair back with a hand, planting the other one on her forehead to help her support it. Bella let out a loud moan, echoing in the metal bucket, and he kissed the top of her head.

“You’re fine, it’s a lot of ups and downs…”

Bella sighed, pulling back and resting her forehead to the rim of the bucket, while Luke waited a second to pull back, “you good?”

“Think so…” she rasped, so he got her a water bottle from the huge dispenser under their seats. She took it with shaky hands, sniffling once more and took a small gulp, as Luke ignored the sign to stay with their seat belts and got up, to reach for his own carry on.

“Wendy told me to bring these-” he went through the contents in order to find the sea wristbands and Bella frowned, seeming exhausted as she turned to look at him… Only for the plane to drop once more.

“Fuck,” Bell groaned, lurching for the bucket, while Luke fell flat on his back on the ground, his backpack hitting his chest. He hugged it tightly, waiting until the plane stopped shaking in order to get back to his seat, and once he did he realized Bella was fully crying.

“Stay-” she let out a little burp, forcing up a pathetic gush of liquid, “in your fucking seat, Lucas.”

“Sorry,” he rubbed her back, “sorry. You don’t have to worry, I’m fine.”

Bella raised her head from the bucket in order to send him a bleary glare, her blue eyes even more blue due to the tears and the fact they were red rimmed, “I fucking hate flying,” she declared, turning back to the bucket once more and Luke cringed in sympathy.

“I know, I know, next time we travel we’ll go somewhere closer,” he promised, pushing the curls away from her mouth and rubbing back.

#mywriting #isabella martinez #isabella martinez-atwood #airsickness #sickfic #emeto #motion sickness #🏳️ anon

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 2 months

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Felix is sick after flying

Firstly, I just wanna say that I'm sleep deprived as shit.

Secondly, I wanna say i'm so excited for the Sunday Sickness thing proposed by our whump fic queen (@bellysoupset)

Lastly, I love this one. These two are adorable ❤️❤️❤️!!

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Atticus kept looking at his watch. He was impatient and fidgety as he waited by the airport gate for his boyfriend.

Felix had gone to visit his mom in London, and he’d been gone for two whole weeks. Atticus missed him a lot.

He tapped his foot and tapped his fingers. Finally, people started walking through the gate. He watched carefully, trying to spot his short boyfriend in the sea of people. And then he spotted him.

Felix saw him, too, and ran to him, dropping his suitcase and backpack halfway there before throwing himself into Atticus’s waiting arms.

Atticus squeezed Felix and Felix laughed.

“I missed you,” Atticus said.

“Really?” Felix said. “Because every single text you sent me and every single phone call didn’t make that clear.”

Atticus blushed and pulled away enough to look Felix in the eye before leaning back in and pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips. Felix’s hands tangled in his hair, and he pulled the blonde tighter against himself.

Finally, they got Felix’s stuff—Atticus being the gentleman he is and carrying it all—and they went to the parking lot and left the airport.

The airport was two hours away from their apartment, and after about thirty minutes on the road, Atticus noticed Felix dozing off in his seat. He wasn’t surprised. It was only early in the night there—the sun had just set—but he knew it was well past midnight in London and Felix was still on London time.

Atticus turned down his music on the radio so his boyfriend could sleep in peace.

He drove in silence, listening to the sound of Felix’s breathing. When they were just twenty minutes away, Felix started to stir in his sleep. He blinked awake and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Atticus cast a look at him. “You okay?”

Felix nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah. I think it’s just some delayed air sickness or something.”

Raising a brow, Atticus asked, “Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? You’re the medicine major, aren’t you?” Felix groaned again. “Since when are the roads in Tucson so bumpy?”

Atticus cast a confused look at Felix. The roads aren’t bumpy, he thought. “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

Felix shook his head. “No,” he said. Then he paused, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Actually, yes.”

Atticus’s eyes widened. “Shit. Okay, there’s a gas station right here. Just give me a second to—”

But it was too late. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth and the Coca-Cola he’d drank on the plane ride came back up in a slow, painful gush.

Atticus cursed under his breath as he pulled into the gas station parking lot and put the car in park before cupping Felix’s forehead to steady him as he puked.

“You’re okay, baby,” he said. “You’re okay.”

Felix wasn’t puking anymore. Two gushes, and he was done. Now he realized what a mess he’d made of his pants and his boyfriend’s car.

He was about to apologize, but it was as if Atticus was reading his mind because the brunette suddenly said, “It’s fine. My car is old as hell, and it’s way overdo for a cleaning anyway.”

After another minute, Felix told Atticus he was fine.

Atticus knew that Felix didn’t get carsick. This was something else.

He went inside the gas station to get some plastic bags, and then they were on the road again.

“We’ll be home soon. Don’t worry,” he said when Felix made a pained sound.

Felix closed his eyes and tried not to focus on the movement of the car. His head was pounding, but this didn’t feel like one of his migraines. He didn’t know what this felt like.

It felt like forever before the car came to a stop, but Felix didn’t even notice the car was parked until Atticus said his name and he opened his eyes. He still felt like the car was moving on a bumpy road.

“Hey, Baby,” Atticus said softly, reaching out a hand to cup Felix’s cheek. “What’s wrong? You look pale. You’re sweaty, too.”

“Am I feverish?”

Atticus narrowed his eyes a bit and continued to feel Felix’s cheek and forehead. “Actually, no,” he said. “You feel clammy, but not warm.”

Felix involuntarily leaned further into Atticus’s touch, eyes closing again. “I’m dizzy.”

Atticus used his thump to stroke Felix’s hair for a minute before finally getting out of the car and going around to Felix’s side. The blonde’s eyes were overly shiny, and he looked exhausted. “Jeez,” Atticus sighed. “You were fine at the airport. What happened?” Maybe it was an ear infection, throwing Felix off balance. Immediately, Atticus fell into a mental state that was stuck between concerned boyfriend and talented med-student. “Does it feel like there’s pressure in your head? Or your ear? Or is this some kind of migraine?”

Felix didn’t answer. He just leaned against Atticus’s shoulder. “Everything’s moving,” he whined. Atticus frowned. He couldn’t help but feel worried.

“Come on,” Atticus said. “Let’s go inside.”

Felix groaned once more as Atticus unbuckled his seatbelt and guided him out of the car. As soon as he was on his feet, he swayed. Atticus quickly steadied him and cursed under his breath.

Before Felix knew it, his boyfriend had picked him up bridal style and was carrying him into the apartment building.

Atticus’s apartment was on the first floor, so they were inside it in no time.

“Maybe you should’ve taken me to my dorm,” Felix said while burying his face in Atticus’s shirt. “If I’m sick, I don’t want to make you sick.”

Atticus looked down at the blonde as he carried him into his bedroom. “But wouldn’t you make your roommate sick then?”

“Oh, screw that bloody wanker. I hate him and I don’t give two shits if he gets sick or not. He annoys the hell out of me.”

Atticus was tempted to say that he should move in with him in that case, but he kept himself from doing so. He wasn’t sure whether or not they’d been together long enough to take that step, even though Felix was practically almost always at his place anyway.

He brought Felix into his bathroom and steadied him on his feet before handing the blonde a clean shirt and some sweatpants. He waited outside the bathroom, giving Felix privacy to change. Finally, Felix opened the bathroom door, leaning heavily on the door frame. Atticus picked him up again and carried him to his bed.

He laid Felix down and pulled the sheets over him.

Felix made a pained noise in his throat and shifted a lot, trying to find a position that didn’t make it feel like the world was rocking wildly on a boat.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Felix’s hair. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t have the patience at the moment to read through his medicine textbooks to see if he could find anything.

Finally, he pulled out his phone and opened a website he used a lot for research on his papers and essays. He searched up delayed airsickness and sicknesses commonly gotten on planes and whatever else he could think to search up.

He was researching for so long that Felix finally found the least uncomfortable of the uncomfortable positions and was trying to keep himself as still as possible with his eyes squeezed shut.

Finally, Atticus found something.

“Hey, baby?” he said softly. Felis peeked one eye open ever so slightly, indicating that he was listening. “What does it feel like?”

Felix shut his eye again and sighed. “It feels like I’m on a boat or something. I’m really dizzy, Atti.”

Atticus nodded. “Are you nauseous?”

Felix nodded his head a little bit.

“Tired? Like, fatigue?”

Another nod.

“Cognitive impairment?”

Felix opened his eyes and peered at Atticus, a brow raised. “What the bloody hell is. . . whatever it is you said?”

“It’s, like, when you can’t focus. Or have trouble concentrating.”

Felix shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Atticus nodded. “I think you have disembarkment syndrome. It’s not serious—it’s just motion sickness and vertigo that comes after a plane ride—but I think sleep would do you a world of good. This says it’s best of you stay really still, and it also says that it should only last about 24 hours.”

Felix’s brows furrowed. “Only?!”

Atticus chuckled, most of his anxiety leaving his shoulders. “Hey, it’s better than some week-long bug or something. And the treatment is literally to just stay lying down until it passes. Which means”—he paused as he walked around the bed, climbing onto his side and snuggling close to Felix, hugging him tight—“we have 24 hours of cuddling ahead of us.”

Felix couldn’t help it. He smiled at his giant teddy bear of a boyfriend.

In Atticus’s arms, Felix felt slightly steadier. He cuddled closely to Atticus, letting his eyes fall shut and falling into the sleep that his body was begging for.

“Atti?” Felix groaned sleepily after a second.

“Hmm?”

Felix smiled. “I missed you, too.”

#thebrilliantidiots #fluff #felix #atticus #Did anyone else know that delayed airsickness was a thing??!#Lil bit of info: Atticus is a med student #Should that be how he meets my other OCs?? Maybe in a class with Keiko???!#sunday sickness #bellysoupset = our royal magesty

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