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[bellysoupset]

Hii

For the frisky fic 👀 I don’t have anything super specific in mind but I would loovve to see both of them DROOLING over how hot their husband is. (horny jail sorry) by the way, I think I’d sent a request about Jon being gaga over Leo being a lawyer, did you see it or did tumblr swallow it? (No pressure to write it of course)

Alsooo don’t you dare break vin and Wendy up pleasee😭😭 not now after they’ve overcome so much😭😭😭😭 I love the throuple but not at the cost of the og freaks 😭💔

Anddd I’m LOSING my mind over how domestic the first honeymoon fic is!!! 🍄

Used up this ask to write some friskyyy Jon/Leo hehehe + Very upset stomach. Smutty start!

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Leo couldn't tear his eyes away from Jonah, which was getting a little ridiculous because they had been stranded in Milos for 5 days now, with hardly any contact with their outside world and he still wasn't sick of his husband.

In fact, Leo was convinced they could just get all their things shipped here and start a whole new life.

"I'll go by Konstantin," Leo giggled, pressing his mouth to Jon's neck as he trailed a bunch of kisses all over him, "and you can be Giorgio and we can call JD-"

"We're not changing JD's name," Jonah chuckled, rolling them on the bed so he was on top and pulling back, sitting on his feet as he ran a hand through his hair. God, Leo thought, air all but vanishing from his lungs as he could see sweat glistening his husband's chest, muscles flexing on his bicep and abs as Jon tilted his body back.

Leo gulped down, sinking further against the pillows as he trailed his hands up Jonah's naked thigh, until he could slide them under his boxer briefs and cup his ass.

"Fuck, Jonah..." Leo breathed out dreamily and the other man let out a chuckle, leaning in so he could latch his mouth to Leo's collarbone, a hand tangling in the blonde's hair and tugging slightly.

"I'm planning to," Jon teased, his lips pressing over Leo's nipple, tongue circling it and teeth lightly grazing it, causing the blonde to squirm. His thoughts were all scrambled, the previous conversation fleeing his mind.

Jonah's kisses trailed south, heated mouth pressing all over Leo's chest, his stomach, the inside of his thighs- "No," Leo breathed out, struggling to think, "no, come back here, I want- C'mere-" he tried to put into words that although Jonah gave the most earth shattering blowjobs, right now he wanted to make love. He wanted to look in his husband's hazel eyes and watch how his pupils swallowed up the green as they fit together, feel Jon's breath in his mouth and watch that wrinkle that formed right between his brows a second before an orgasm, followed by bliss that seemed to age him down five years and send Leo back to the first time he laid eyes on Jonah.

Jonah opened a smile, all boyish, then moved up, clashing his lips against Leo's.

Eventually, they made it out of the hotel room. Leo was frankly a little embarrassed by how much time they spent locked inside every day, instead of enjoying the island. Part of him, that one that worried about money all the time despite his tax bracket being different for nearly 5 years now, wondered if it wouldn't have been a smarter decision to go on honeymoon a month after they married, when they stopped being so giddy about each other and could actually enjoy the place.

"What's in your mind?" Jonah asked, an arm wrapped around Leo's waist, sunglasses planted on his face.

"Just thinking we're not enjoying Milos enough," he sighed, leaning back against Jon and smiling as his husband promptly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"That's fine," Jon shrugged, guiding them down the street. Although Leo had planned a couple activities in each island they'd visit — Milos, Santorini and Rhodes. Leo had ruled out Crete and Mykonos when he learned through Jackie that Jonah had already been there — Jon was the one really guiding the whole thing. Leo didn't mind, he liked not having to think of maps and the order of things, as long as they showed up to the historical tours and the beaches he had delineated, "more the reason for us to come back next year."

Leo rolled his eyes, "yeah right, Dr. Banks, gotta start saving now after all we splurged on the wedding-"

"Leo," Jonah bumped his nose with his, voice all amused, "relax."

Their next stop was a restaurant named Fagitó. It had one of the best reviews when Leo had looked it up online and he was feeling very smug as Jonah opened a huge smile.

It was more of a tavern, with fishing gear scattered around and stone walls, the backside of the restaurant facing the sea and tables scattered under a pergola covered in bougainvillea.

"This place is pretty," Jonah was already holding out his phone, while Leo sat down and leaned on his chair, smiling as he looked out to the sea. This place was so sunny and colorful, he felt like he'd never even know what seasonal depression was if he lived here. It was probably the tourist in him speaking.

Because it was such a touristic place, the menu was in both Greek and English and the staff spoke it too. Leo skimmed over the names, while Jonah continued snapping pictures.

Although they had been away for only 5 days, Leo had to admit he was getting sick of seafood. He was craving a mac n' cheese already, although he didn't dare saying that out loud. Jonah didn't seem to suffer with that problem, since his choice was grilled octopus with tartar sauce, while the blonde picked the only pork option they had.

Across from them in the restaurant's backyard, there was a playpen and Leo followed Jonah's gaze as he watched the kids squeal and yell at each other as they played with the swing and the slider. It was so painfully obvious now that he knew what to look out for, how much Jonah wanted that.

"Stop staring at me," Jon scoffed, catching Leo watching him, and the blonde shrugged, his cheeks burning.

"I'm not staring, I'm admiring," he corrected, moving his chair so they were side by side, "you're the one who's staring at the children."

It was Jonah's turn to blush and Leo grinned at that. His normal brown skin had turned into a bronze shade due to the amount of tanning they both had done by now, which made Jon's smile all the more brilliant and his light eyes stand out even more than they normally did.

Well, Jonah had tanned. Leo had gained a new freckle collection and a painful pink patch on his shoulder, which was now peeling away. To his credit, Jon seemed delighted by the freckles, especially the ones that had appeared on Leo's nose bridge.

"They're cute," Jon shrugged, averting his eyes from the children, "have you change-"

"Nope," Leo planted his chin on Jonah's shoulder, "I haven't changed my mind."

"Good," he leaned back, curls tickling Leo's temple, whole body relaxing, "wanna see the pictures I took? The sea here is to die for..."

Their dishes arrived 30 minutes later and Leo wrinkled his nose as Jonah tried to force him to take a bite of the octopus.

"First slugs, now octopus? No thanks, hard pass," Leo scoffed, pushing Jonah's hand away as he held up a tentacle in front of his mouth, "all yours."

"Coward," Jonah grinned, before stuffing his mouth with it, "it's really good and you're missing out."

"I doubt it," Leo shrugged, continuing to eat.

About an hour after they finished, while they sat around eating dessert and chatting about the weird wedding gifts they had gotten, Jon started to get fidgety. Leo noticed how he was bouncing one leg nervously and how he kept closing and opening his hand. Other than that, though, he seemed fine. Maybe he was anxious...?

"Here," Jonah interrupted his thoughts, shoving the rizogalo bowl he had been holding into Leo's hands, "I gotta go the bathroom."

Leo raised his eyebrows at his harsh movements and unceremonious confession, but before he could say much else, Jon was darting away. He frowned, then let out a sigh and finished up his own dessert bowl. When it took more than ten minutes for Jonah to return, Leo went to pay the bill and wait for him outside.

He checked his phone. 01:48 PM, a late lunch. Maybe they could head down to the beach once more, sprawl in the sand and take it easy? Unless Jon had different plans, he had been mentioning wanting to go to the catacombs-

"Sorry," Jonah winced as he stepped out of the restaurant, now holding a water bottle, "didn't mean to take so long."

"That's fine," Leo shrugged, studying Jon. He still seemed a little shaky and there was perspiration clinging to his neck, but otherwise he seemed alright, "are you okay? Is your tummy upset?"

"Not really," Jonah shook his head and Leo squinted, wondering which question he was answering, "I'm fine, don't worry. Let's go? The catacombs close at 3 and we still gotta get a taxi there, it's across the island."

Leo didn't think he was fine, but he bit down his retort. Maybe he was overthinking it, it was a really warm day so that explained the sweat and, besides, Jonah didn't seem sick.

"Sure, let's go," he intertwined his fingers with Jon's, letting him guide the way.

The taxi drive to the catacombs was much less pleasant. Leo's lunch churned inside his belly as they went down the dizzying streets, the fact that he was sitting in the backseat making his carsickness worse.

Just as he was about to ask the driver to pull over, the car came to a stop and Leo stumbled out, planting his hands on his knees and taking slow breaths.

"Love?" Jonah put a hand on his back, "the ride made you sick," it wasn't a question, "here, take a sip. Slow," he pushed his water botte in Leo's hands and the blonde took it, taking a couple small sips and then pressing the cold plastic to his forehead, hoping to push down the throbbing that the carsickness brought to his head.

"You need a minute?"

"No," Leo thumped his chest, until he managed to push up a small, sickly burp, "I'm good, let's go."

The catacombs were part of a volcanic tunnel web, although man had made most of the extra tunnels. There were a couple tunnels closed from visitation, but they still walked around the arcades, following the signs so they wouldn't get lost.

Leo felt slightly claustrophobic, so he was more than glad when the guide announced they were closing and everyone needed to leave. The place was gorgeous, moody and seeming straight out of a spooky movie, but they definitely didn't need to be in there when the sun started to set.

Outside of the catacombs there were several gift shops, street vendors showing little miniature of the tunnels, postal cards, little hourglasses, Christian figurines-

"Can you get us some post cards?" Jonah asked, pressing a kiss to his temple, "I'll buy some gum, you want anything?" he gestured to the little café a couple dozen feet down the street.

"Nope- Well, minty gum would be nice," Leo relented, thinking they'd need to go into another carsickness inducing ride back to the hotel. Maybe he could convince Jonah to just walk with him, the streets were deserted enough and they'd be walking down the hills, not strenuous activity...

Jonah returned almost twenty minutes later, mumbling something about a line, and shoving the gum package in Leo's hand.

"I got us some post cards," Leo raised the ones he had picked, "and this cute hourglass. I think it'll look adorable in my office."

Jon offered him a strained smile, "very fancy-" he raised a hand to his mouth, muffling a burp, "uhm- Do you still have the water bottle...?"

Leo was still clutching at it, but when he raised it, they realized it was mostly empty, only one lukewarm gulp left, "sorry, angel... I can run and get you a new one, how abou-"

"No," Jon took the bottle from him, finishing that one measly sip, "can we go? Or do you want to keep shopping?"

Clearly he was trying to keep the good spirits, but Leo knew Jonah enough to know that he was no longer in a good mood, probably cranky because they hadn't seen the whole thing.

"No, I don't wanna keep shopping," Leo relented, fixing the tote bag on his shoulder and reaching to grab Jonah's hand, only for his husband to pull it away, shoving them in his own pockets. Alright, dickhead. Leo had been considering stomaching another nauseating ride, but as he felt a wash of pettiness over the open rejection, he got bold enough to say, "can we walk back to the beach? I don't think I can deal with another crazy cab."

Jonah's face clouded even more, jaw locking in a frustrated manner and Leo let out a breath.

"Jon," he scoffed, "please?"

"Sure," Jonah nodded, "let's go then..."

They were about fifteen minutes into walking when Leo started to feel a little guilty. Jonah hadn't been that much of a dick to warrant walking for nearly an hour, even if it wasn't a difficult walk and the scenery was gorgeous. He bit down his lip, trying to make conversation, "if you want, we can come back tomorrow during morning..." Leo said, speeding up. For some reason Jon was power walking instead of enjoying the view, the nice warm breeze, the charming little houses and the pink flowers littering every corner, "I didn't realize you wanted to see the catacombs so badly."

"No, it's fine," Jonah rubbed his neck, "the other rooms aren't gonna be any different from the ones we saw."

Leo pouted, "Jon, don't sulk, c'mon. I'm sorry about the catacombs-"

"I'm not sulking," he groaned, interrupting Leo's unnecessary apology, "really. I just wanna get back to the hotel."

So much for not sulking. Leo let out a sigh, but opted for letting it go, "if you really want, we can call a taxi. It's still gonna be more twenty minutes walking-" probably more, considering the twenty minutes would lead them down to the beach, but there were another ten minutes back to the actual hotel.

Leo fully expected Jonah to stubbornly deny his suggestion, so he was surprised when the other man paused and then nodded, "I'd like that... But it's not gonna make you too sick?"

"Hopefully we can get a driver that doesn't drive like a maniac," Leo smiled at him, fishing out his phone, "give me a second."

Jon was bouncing on his feet as they waited the eight minutes for the car to arrive and slowly Leo started to piece things together. Aided entirely by the sickly growl that his husband's stomach let out as they entered the car, Leo realized Jonah wasn't pissed off — or at least, not just that — but feeling sick.

He should've guessed.

Leo opened his mouth to say something, but the driver knew English and kept talking with them. Jon had given up on answering, so the task not to be rude befell on Leo and all he could do to comfort Jonah was squeeze his nape while the older driver continued to chat their ears away.

By the time they parked in front of the hotel, Jonah didn't so much as wait as Leo paid the driver, bolting inside like a slingshot. Leo cringed, sympathy washing over him. He took his time walking inside the hotel, picking up some Gatorade in the vending machine, then getting back into their room.

The bathroom door was shut and Leo grimaced, lightly tapping his knuckles against the door, "Jon? You're okay?"

"FINE!" His answer was annoyed, voice a little too loud, causing Leo to jump away from the door with a frown. Dickhead strike number two.

He set down the Gatorade bottle on the bedside table, then turned on the TV and moved the balcony to watch the sun set over the horizon, a ball of orange melting into the sea and leaving behind a bright purple sky littered with tiny stars.

Behind him, the bathroom door opened and Leo turned around once more, only for his eyebrows to vanish in his hair, "Jon... Oh angel, you're not okay..."

He expected some sort of futile resistance, Jonah trying once more to dismiss him saying he was fine, but instead he got a pitiful groan. Jon folded forward, an arm wrapped around his stomach.

"I'm sorry..." he whined, causing alarm bells to go off in Leo's head and he crossed the room in two large steps, reaching in to grab Jon's arms, "I don't feel well..."

"I can see that," Leo scoffed, studying him closer. Now he was drenched in cold sweat and he was trembling all over, his belly was sticking out against the gauzy fabric of his shirt, gurgling loud enough that Leo could hear it even though he was a good ten inches away, "your tummy's upset...?"

Instead of answering him, Jonah pitched forward with a wet burp, barely managing to muffle it in his hand. Hunched forward, he wrapped an arm around his belly, eyes squeezed shut, "I feel really gross, Leo..."

"Oh baby," Leo cooed, his heart clenching, "you should've said something sooner, we'd have come straight back to the hotel..."

"I didn't- I didn't think it was that bad, but-" Jonah sucked in a breath as he collapsed on the bed, curling up on the fetal position, both arms wrapped around his belly, "fuck, it hurts, Leo."

Leo frowned, sitting by his side and carefully trying to uncurl his husband, "crampy? Have you been sick?"

"No, just- Just diarrhea," Jonah grimaced, his cheeks burning with humiliation, then another sickly burp rolled out of his mouth, "but I feel like it wants up too-"

"Ew," Leo couldn't help but tease, wrinkling his nose. He undid Jonah's pants, rolling down his hips and then let out a whistle at how horribly bloated the other man was, "that damn octopus wants you to suffer, uh?"

It was the wrong thing to say, because Jon pitched to his side, hanging his head out of the bed as he suddenly gagged. Now he looked grey. Leo cringed, glancing around the room for a trashcan and settling for the abandoned, empty champagne bucket.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on-" the blonde chanted, rushing across the room and skipping back, holding the bin up under Jon's chin, but all he managed to catch was some droll and a collection of pained groans, "false alarm?"

"Nhumfhgh," Jonah mumbled, pressing a hand to his belly and wincing as it forced up a brassy belch, thick and turning frothy at the end. He spat inside the bucket again, panting, "it's not gonna- Stay down..." his stomach let out a loud, watery gurgle and Leo cringed as he saw the rest of the color vanish from Jonah's face, making him look almost corpse like.

"Oh fuck-" Jonah pushed himself up, grabbing Leo's arm, "fuck, Leo, help-"

The blonde didn't need anymore explanation, not when Jonah sounded so desperate. He wrapped an arm around the other man, pulling Jon to his feet and skipped across the room with him, all but dropping him on the toilet.

As soon as Jonah managed to shove his pants down, his belly contracted and he let out a whimper, covering his face with both hands as the runs plagued him. Leo winced, happy that Jon couldn't see his disgusted frown.

He squeezed Jon's shoulder, "I'm gonna wait outsi-"

Leo never finished that sentence, as Jon's convulsed under his hand and then a wave of bright red puke fell right between his legs, splattering on the ground and his ditched pants. Leo froze on the spot, eyes wide. He wasn't sure he had ever witnessed Jonah this sick...? At least not when he wasn't sick himself as company.

"Leo-" Jon's voice was muffled, thick with nausea, "Leo, bu-URugo-bucket," he retched mid sentence and the blonde finally snapped back into his senses, rushing out of the room to retrieve the champagne bucket.

He planted it on Jon's lap just in time for his lunch to make a kaleidoscopic reappearance, a thick gush of semi digested sludge falling inside of it. Jonah whimpered, pressing his forehead to the metal and letting out a string of tiny burps. His knuckles turned white on the rim as another cramp wrecked through him and Leo felt a pang of guilt.

They should never have walked after the catacombs or set foot in that restaurant, which had been Leo's pick too.

Jonah coughed, gagging once more and leaning over the bucket to bring up a small, but much thicker mouthful of sick. Once he was done choking on it, he continued to hoover over the bin, unsure if it was safe to move away.

"Angel," Leo crouched down, trying to collect himself, "Jonah, I think you're done. Can I help you into the shower?"

"This is so-" Jonah's voice echoed inside the bin, followed by another deep, gurgly belch, "so undignified... It's our honeymoon..." he sounded close to tears and Leo let out a sigh.

"It's pretty gruesome," he relented, smoothing Jonah's curls back, then running a hand down his trembling back, "but I don't need you to be dignified, Jonah, I want you to feel better. Let me help?"

Jon let out a sigh, which was quickly followed by another angry whine from his belly, "I don't know why it's- It's churning like that. I'm wrung up."

Considering that as close to an admission of defeat as he was gonna get, Leo carefully peeled Jon's fingers off the bucket, hitting the toilet flush twice and then turning up the shower. Although it was summer and they had been taking lukewarm, almost cold shower, this time Leo turned the water warm, hoping it'd stop Jon from shaking like a wet kitten.

"C'mere," he hoisted his husband up, entering under the stream as well, regardless the fact that Leo was entirely dressed. The hot water soaked through Jonah's shirt and Leo stripped it off of him, as well as kicked his soiled pants and boxers away, "you're okay?"

Jon nodded, lowering his forehead to Leo's shoulder, "just... Gross."

Leo rolled his eyes, "you're not gross-"

"No," Jonah shook his head, muffling a burp in his fist, which turned productive and he coughed a thin stream of vomit over the drain, "my stomach feels gross still. All of me."

"I'm gonna order you some medicine," Leo decided, regretting the fact he hadn't packed up Pepto. Was that even allowed on a plane? Probably not, "and you'll sleep this off. Goddamn food poisoning-"

Jonah let out a whimper as another cramp hit him, causing him to fold and grab at his lower belly as if he wanted to dig his fingers into his intestines, "fuck..."

"You need the bathroom again?" Leo kept his voice firm, with not a trace of disgust, no matter how awful the situation. The last thing he wanted was for Jon to feel bad about himself on top of how horrible he was feeling.

"No... No, empty. Just-" he was breathless, "crampy. Nauseous."

They stood under the warm water for another minute, before Leo decided Jon was clean enough and needed to lie down. He wrapped up Jonah in the hotel's fluffy robe — despite Jon grumbling at being manhandled, folded like an elderly man as he tried to protect his tender stomach —then pushed him into the bed, exchanging the robe for just a new set of boxers.

"Here you go," Leo walked back from the bathroom after cleaning it up as best as he could, using a towel to clean the vomit on the ground — not much, most of it had fallen on Jon's pants — and washing off the bucket. He planted the clean bucket on the floor next to Jon's head, then broke the seal of the still closed Gatorade bottle, "you think you can stomach a little sip?"

"No," Jonah's eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but sleep didn't seem able to catch up with him, as the cramps continued to squeeze his belly, "can you- Leo," he rolled onto his back, a hand clutching his stomach.

"Yeah, of course," Leo climbed on the bed, falling against the pillows and cuddling closer so he could plant a hand on Jonah's tummy. It was domed, bloated up, and warm to the touch, "try to get some rest, baby."

It wasn't late, just a little past sunset, so Leo was still very awake. He quietly rubbed Jonah's stomach for several minutes, cringing at how sloshy it felt, how vocal it was, until Jon's frown eased up and he started to snore, something that he never did.

Leo moved closer, so he could press the back of his hand against his husband's cheek and forehead, but he wasn't overly warm, just clammy. He pressed a kiss to his temple, then got up from the bed in order to tidy up their room and get a decent shower himself.

Jonah slept through it all, even as Leo ordered up room service so he could have dinner, setting aside a grilled cheese in case Jonah woke up hungry. Instead of waking up, Jon groaned in his sleep and buried his face further into the pillow, curling up and betraying just how unwell he still felt.

Leo combed through their pictures, deleting the ones that were just blurs and didn't have a single thing in focus and favoriting the others he planned to have printed out and put in an album. He did this to both their galleries, then was left with nothing else to do, so finally Leo decided to go through his texts.

Luke had been steadily updating him about what was happening in Welton, sending him a collection of memes as if he really didn't need an answer to keep talking. Vince did the same, although to a much more manageable extent. There was a text from Max, which made Leo's eyebrows raise, a single heartfelt "Thank you for inviting me to the wedding. It was so beautiful and so much fun. I hope I didn't create any problems for you. Have fun at the honeymoon 🥵 make a baby or two"

The last part caused Leo to chuckle, but he hung at the words "I hope I didn't create any problems". That was out of the blue and very weird.

Behind him, Jonah let out another little groan and Leo glanced over his shoulder, just in time to see Jon sit up, face all wrinkled from being pressed against the pillow.

"Hey, angel..." Leo said softly, walking closer, "how are you feeling?"

Jonah was still half asleep, since he didn't seem to have heard, wrapping an arm around his stomach and staring at his feet like a broken ventriloquist doll.

Leo sighed, planting a hand on his naked back and rubbing it up and down, "do you think you can drink some water for me?"

It took ten extra seconds for his words to pierce through the haze, but then Jonah scrunched up his face, "Uhm-" he gulped down, but then nodded, "don't wanna... dehydrate..."

"That's right, Dr. Banks," Leo smiled, getting up to get the Gatorade bottle and holding it before his husband, "just one little sip."

Leo couldn't hold it against Jon. He truly did try to drink, but not a second after he had swallowed up the sip, his throat was bobbing dangerously and Jonah bleary looked around for the bucket, leaning over it just in time for the liquid to fall out of his mouth, not even with a gag.

"God," Leo sighed, holding him by the shoulder and wincing at the several dry heaves that followed, "I guess... I guess we can try again later..." Silently, Leo made a pray that Jonah would take the liquid later, because the last thing he wanted was to try and get him to a hospital while in Greece, not speaking a drop of Greek.

Jonah curled back up, falling back in the bed and letting out a long suffering sigh, "what- What time is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a rasp.

Leo glanced at his phone, "just a little past 9," he gently rubbed his hand up and down the side of his husband's bloated stomach, not daring to put any pressure behind his touch. His belly was churning under Leo's palm, angry gurgles under Jon's belly button and crawling up his sides, "how are you feeling?"

"Like hell," Jonah scoffed, squeezing his eyes as another cramp hit him, "I'm sorry- Making you clean vomit in our honeymoon-"

"Oh shush it," Leo rolled his eyes, moving his hand so he could swat Jon's ass in a teasing manner, "shut up about it, I'm the one who's sorry. I hate to see you like this..."

Jonah let out a little scoff, then rolled on the bed so he could press his head to Leo's lap, "just gotta- Sleep it off..."

"Uh-huh," Leo wrinkled his nose, "you've been asleep for hours now... Maybe we should ask the front desk for a doctor-"

"I'm a doctor," Jonah's voice was offended, but he didn't even bother to move from his comfortable spot, "it's just food poisoning, Leo. I won't die."

"People die from food poisoning all the time," Leo argued, struggling to push his lawyer self down. This was hardly an arguing matter, Jonah was right that it had been only a couple hours, but Leo simply couldn't help his arguments, "and you're not drinking any water, dehydration also kills-"

"Leo, your voice is giving me a headache," Jonah sounded much more like himself now, annoyance coloring his words, "just let me rest."

"Fine," Leo scoffed, pouting.

Of course, Jon couldn't see he was doing that, so it caused the blonde to smile when Jonah said five seconds later, "and don't pout."

He squirmed on the bed, so he was propped against the pillows and could continue to run his hand up and down Jonah's back, hoping he'd feel better soon.

Around 10 PM, Leo dozed off, not sleepy per se, but he had forgotten to turn up the main lights and the room was dark, Jonah was warm against him, there wasn't a single noise safe from the occasional stomach whine...

He woke up with the sound of the bathroom door opening. Leo jerked in the bed, like he had just missed an imaginary step, blinking quickly to situate himself. The room was even darker now, Jonah had turned off the soft yellow lamp that was in the "living room" area of their bedroom.

It took him a second to identify Jonah in the dark, leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom door, hunched over so his hands were on his knees and he was taking measured breaths. Leo frowned, shuffling on the bed so he was ready to bolt and catch him in case Jonah collapsed.

It was harder to pinpoint his expression, but Leo could tell his shoulders were shaking-

"Jon?" Leo whispered, crawling out of the bed and walking closer.

Jonah's head snapped up, eyes wide and confused, which caused Leo's heart to race. Please, don't let it be serious, he thought, placing his hands on Jonah's arms, "baby, what's wrong?"

"Nuuh-Nothing," Jon was slurring slightly, voice barely above a whisper, "justsssick."

"Uh-huh," Leo rolled his eyes, quickly deciding his husband was going to be of no help. He planted his hand on Jonah's neck, expecting to feel a fever, but there was none, "did you throw up again?"

A head shake.

"Okay, uhm- Let's go back to bed..." he chewed on his lip, sleepily trying to count the time zones. Would Wendy pick up if he called right now?

Jonah collapsed on the bed, moving so he could curl up under the thin blanket and blinking up at Leo like he expected him to vanish before his eyes.

"How's your belly?" Leo crouched down next to the bed, grabbing the Gatorade once more and checking the hour on his phone. 3:25 AM, "do you still feel sick?"

A nod.

Great, Jonah had puked his frontal lobe because now Leo felt like he was dealing with a five year old version of him. He let out a little huff at the thought, opening a grin, "you're cute looking like a startled kitten and all, but can you use your words, angel? How are you feeling?"

"Like crap," Jonah scoffed, causing Leo to beam with a smile. There he was, his usual grumpy husband. It was clear he wasn't speaking because he had no voice, shot from all the heaving.

"Can you drink something?" Jonah's face scrunched up with disgust, so Leo stitched in, "please? You're really worrying me, Jon."

It was a little amusing how much Jonah was wrapped up around his pinky, Leo thought, watching as his resolve melted away and he took the bottle. The first sip was met with a gag, but once Jonah managed to swallow it, he eagerly went for a second one, thirst hitting him.

Leo took the bottle back, "sorry, but we really want that to stay down. If you don't throw up in ten minutes you can drink more," he felt like he was quoting Jonah himself, "did the diarrhea stop? How's your belly-" without waiting for an answer, Leo went in, planting his hand to Jon's bloated middle.

His belly was still sticking out, but the angry gurgling had reduced considerably and it was no longer that warm to the touch. Jonah corroborated Leo's finding by grumbling "it's fine," and then burying his face in the pillow, clearly embarrassed.

The blonde let out a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his temple and climbing back on the bed, "c'mere, love," he said, pulling the sheets in order to drag Jonah closer to him and forcing the other man to uncurl, so Leo could take the spot currently occupied by his pillow.

Jon let out a grumble, followed by a happy sigh as his cheek met Leo's chest and he was wrapped up in a hug, "Greece is getting to you," he mumbled, squirming and snuggling up even more, "you're pudgy."

"Go to sleep, Jonah," Leo chuckled, rolling his eyes and pressing a kiss to the top of his head, "you're delusional."

[bellysoupset]

little thing I hate about being bilingual is when my brain is trying to remember a word in english, but keeps coming up with synonyms in my native language, but then when I open the translator to see it in my native language my brain switches to english and now Idk the damn word in ANY language

[bellysoupset]

I was gonna do this in the replies, but I’m like so happy that I’m just gonna have to rant here so. This fic with Jonah was absolute PERFECTION . I loved every second of it. It’s literally one of my favorite tropes like I have an exam tomorrow I’ve been stressed about that,i’m on a break from studying get the notification you posted,I run to Tumblr and you surprise me like this, thank you!THANK YOU! This is alleviated some of my stress because I’m so excited about it! It was so good!I’m repetitive, I know, but it was so GOOD! Literally one of my favorite tropes and like him feeling so bad and it coming on suddenly that he almost didn’t make it to the bathroom, AHH, I almost died at that part. It was so good. IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

Oh my god, i'm so happy you liked it!!! And GOOD LUCK tomorrow, you'll ace it! Take a breath, remember an exam does not define your worth and that you studied and did your most ❤️❤️

[bellysoupset]

Hii

For the frisky fic 👀 I don’t have anything super specific in mind but I would loovve to see both of them DROOLING over how hot their husband is. (horny jail sorry) by the way, I think I’d sent a request about Jon being gaga over Leo being a lawyer, did you see it or did tumblr swallow it? (No pressure to write it of course)

Alsooo don’t you dare break vin and Wendy up pleasee😭😭 not now after they’ve overcome so much😭😭😭😭 I love the throuple but not at the cost of the og freaks 😭💔

Anddd I’m LOSING my mind over how domestic the first honeymoon fic is!!! 🍄

Used up this ask to write some friskyyy Jon/Leo hehehe + Very upset stomach. Smutty start!

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Leo couldn't tear his eyes away from Jonah, which was getting a little ridiculous because they had been stranded in Milos for 5 days now, with hardly any contact with their outside world and he still wasn't sick of his husband.

In fact, Leo was convinced they could just get all their things shipped here and start a whole new life.

"I'll go by Konstantin," Leo giggled, pressing his mouth to Jon's neck as he trailed a bunch of kisses all over him, "and you can be Giorgio and we can call JD-"

"We're not changing JD's name," Jonah chuckled, rolling them on the bed so he was on top and pulling back, sitting on his feet as he ran a hand through his hair. God, Leo thought, air all but vanishing from his lungs as he could see sweat glistening his husband's chest, muscles flexing on his bicep and abs as Jon tilted his body back.

Leo gulped down, sinking further against the pillows as he trailed his hands up Jonah's naked thigh, until he could slide them under his boxer briefs and cup his ass.

"Fuck, Jonah..." Leo breathed out dreamily and the other man let out a chuckle, leaning in so he could latch his mouth to Leo's collarbone, a hand tangling in the blonde's hair and tugging slightly.

"I'm planning to," Jon teased, his lips pressing over Leo's nipple, tongue circling it and teeth lightly grazing it, causing the blonde to squirm. His thoughts were all scrambled, the previous conversation fleeing his mind.

Jonah's kisses trailed south, heated mouth pressing all over Leo's chest, his stomach, the inside of his thighs- "No," Leo breathed out, struggling to think, "no, come back here, I want- C'mere-" he tried to put into words that although Jonah gave the most earth shattering blowjobs, right now he wanted to make love. He wanted to look in his husband's hazel eyes and watch how his pupils swallowed up the green as they fit together, feel Jon's breath in his mouth and watch that wrinkle that formed right between his brows a second before an orgasm, followed by bliss that seemed to age him down five years and send Leo back to the first time he laid eyes on Jonah.

Jonah opened a smile, all boyish, then moved up, clashing his lips against Leo's.

Eventually, they made it out of the hotel room. Leo was frankly a little embarrassed by how much time they spent locked inside every day, instead of enjoying the island. Part of him, that one that worried about money all the time despite his tax bracket being different for nearly 5 years now, wondered if it wouldn't have been a smarter decision to go on honeymoon a month after they married, when they stopped being so giddy about each other and could actually enjoy the place.

"What's in your mind?" Jonah asked, an arm wrapped around Leo's waist, sunglasses planted on his face.

"Just thinking we're not enjoying Milos enough," he sighed, leaning back against Jon and smiling as his husband promptly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"That's fine," Jon shrugged, guiding them down the street. Although Leo had planned a couple activities in each island they'd visit — Milos, Santorini and Rhodes. Leo had ruled out Crete and Mykonos when he learned through Jackie that Jonah had already been there — Jon was the one really guiding the whole thing. Leo didn't mind, he liked not having to think of maps and the order of things, as long as they showed up to the historical tours and the beaches he had delineated, "more the reason for us to come back next year."

Leo rolled his eyes, "yeah right, Dr. Banks, gotta start saving now after all we splurged on the wedding-"

"Leo," Jonah bumped his nose with his, voice all amused, "relax."

Their next stop was a restaurant named Fagitó. It had one of the best reviews when Leo had looked it up online and he was feeling very smug as Jonah opened a huge smile.

It was more of a tavern, with fishing gear scattered around and stone walls, the backside of the restaurant facing the sea and tables scattered under a pergola covered in bougainvillea.

"This place is pretty," Jonah was already holding out his phone, while Leo sat down and leaned on his chair, smiling as he looked out to the sea. This place was so sunny and colorful, he felt like he'd never even know what seasonal depression was if he lived here. It was probably the tourist in him speaking.

Because it was such a touristic place, the menu was in both Greek and English and the staff spoke it too. Leo skimmed over the names, while Jonah continued snapping pictures.

Although they had been away for only 5 days, Leo had to admit he was getting sick of seafood. He was craving a mac n' cheese already, although he didn't dare saying that out loud. Jonah didn't seem to suffer with that problem, since his choice was grilled octopus with tartar sauce, while the blonde picked the only pork option they had.

Across from them in the restaurant's backyard, there was a playpen and Leo followed Jonah's gaze as he watched the kids squeal and yell at each other as they played with the swing and the slider. It was so painfully obvious now that he knew what to look out for, how much Jonah wanted that.

"Stop staring at me," Jon scoffed, catching Leo watching him, and the blonde shrugged, his cheeks burning.

"I'm not staring, I'm admiring," he corrected, moving his chair so they were side by side, "you're the one who's staring at the children."

It was Jonah's turn to blush and Leo grinned at that. His normal brown skin had turned into a bronze shade due to the amount of tanning they both had done by now, which made Jon's smile all the more brilliant and his light eyes stand out even more than they normally did.

Well, Jonah had tanned. Leo had gained a new freckle collection and a painful pink patch on his shoulder, which was now peeling away. To his credit, Jon seemed delighted by the freckles, especially the ones that had appeared on Leo's nose bridge.

"They're cute," Jon shrugged, averting his eyes from the children, "have you change-"

"Nope," Leo planted his chin on Jonah's shoulder, "I haven't changed my mind."

"Good," he leaned back, curls tickling Leo's temple, whole body relaxing, "wanna see the pictures I took? The sea here is to die for..."

Their dishes arrived 30 minutes later and Leo wrinkled his nose as Jonah tried to force him to take a bite of the octopus.

"First slugs, now octopus? No thanks, hard pass," Leo scoffed, pushing Jonah's hand away as he held up a tentacle in front of his mouth, "all yours."

"Coward," Jonah grinned, before stuffing his mouth with it, "it's really good and you're missing out."

"I doubt it," Leo shrugged, continuing to eat.

About an hour after they finished, while they sat around eating dessert and chatting about the weird wedding gifts they had gotten, Jon started to get fidgety. Leo noticed how he was bouncing one leg nervously and how he kept closing and opening his hand. Other than that, though, he seemed fine. Maybe he was anxious...?

"Here," Jonah interrupted his thoughts, shoving the rizogalo bowl he had been holding into Leo's hands, "I gotta go the bathroom."

Leo raised his eyebrows at his harsh movements and unceremonious confession, but before he could say much else, Jon was darting away. He frowned, then let out a sigh and finished up his own dessert bowl. When it took more than ten minutes for Jonah to return, Leo went to pay the bill and wait for him outside.

He checked his phone. 01:48 PM, a late lunch. Maybe they could head down to the beach once more, sprawl in the sand and take it easy? Unless Jon had different plans, he had been mentioning wanting to go to the catacombs-

"Sorry," Jonah winced as he stepped out of the restaurant, now holding a water bottle, "didn't mean to take so long."

"That's fine," Leo shrugged, studying Jon. He still seemed a little shaky and there was perspiration clinging to his neck, but otherwise he seemed alright, "are you okay? Is your tummy upset?"

"Not really," Jonah shook his head and Leo squinted, wondering which question he was answering, "I'm fine, don't worry. Let's go? The catacombs close at 3 and we still gotta get a taxi there, it's across the island."

Leo didn't think he was fine, but he bit down his retort. Maybe he was overthinking it, it was a really warm day so that explained the sweat and, besides, Jonah didn't seem sick.

"Sure, let's go," he intertwined his fingers with Jon's, letting him guide the way.

The taxi drive to the catacombs was much less pleasant. Leo's lunch churned inside his belly as they went down the dizzying streets, the fact that he was sitting in the backseat making his carsickness worse.

Just as he was about to ask the driver to pull over, the car came to a stop and Leo stumbled out, planting his hands on his knees and taking slow breaths.

"Love?" Jonah put a hand on his back, "the ride made you sick," it wasn't a question, "here, take a sip. Slow," he pushed his water botte in Leo's hands and the blonde took it, taking a couple small sips and then pressing the cold plastic to his forehead, hoping to push down the throbbing that the carsickness brought to his head.

"You need a minute?"

"No," Leo thumped his chest, until he managed to push up a small, sickly burp, "I'm good, let's go."

The catacombs were part of a volcanic tunnel web, although man had made most of the extra tunnels. There were a couple tunnels closed from visitation, but they still walked around the arcades, following the signs so they wouldn't get lost.

Leo felt slightly claustrophobic, so he was more than glad when the guide announced they were closing and everyone needed to leave. The place was gorgeous, moody and seeming straight out of a spooky movie, but they definitely didn't need to be in there when the sun started to set.

Outside of the catacombs there were several gift shops, street vendors showing little miniature of the tunnels, postal cards, little hourglasses, Christian figurines-

"Can you get us some post cards?" Jonah asked, pressing a kiss to his temple, "I'll buy some gum, you want anything?" he gestured to the little café a couple dozen feet down the street.

"Nope- Well, minty gum would be nice," Leo relented, thinking they'd need to go into another carsickness inducing ride back to the hotel. Maybe he could convince Jonah to just walk with him, the streets were deserted enough and they'd be walking down the hills, not strenuous activity...

Jonah returned almost twenty minutes later, mumbling something about a line, and shoving the gum package in Leo's hand.

"I got us some post cards," Leo raised the ones he had picked, "and this cute hourglass. I think it'll look adorable in my office."

Jon offered him a strained smile, "very fancy-" he raised a hand to his mouth, muffling a burp, "uhm- Do you still have the water bottle...?"

Leo was still clutching at it, but when he raised it, they realized it was mostly empty, only one lukewarm gulp left, "sorry, angel... I can run and get you a new one, how abou-"

"No," Jon took the bottle from him, finishing that one measly sip, "can we go? Or do you want to keep shopping?"

Clearly he was trying to keep the good spirits, but Leo knew Jonah enough to know that he was no longer in a good mood, probably cranky because they hadn't seen the whole thing.

"No, I don't wanna keep shopping," Leo relented, fixing the tote bag on his shoulder and reaching to grab Jonah's hand, only for his husband to pull it away, shoving them in his own pockets. Alright, dickhead. Leo had been considering stomaching another nauseating ride, but as he felt a wash of pettiness over the open rejection, he got bold enough to say, "can we walk back to the beach? I don't think I can deal with another crazy cab."

Jonah's face clouded even more, jaw locking in a frustrated manner and Leo let out a breath.

"Jon," he scoffed, "please?"

"Sure," Jonah nodded, "let's go then..."

They were about fifteen minutes into walking when Leo started to feel a little guilty. Jonah hadn't been that much of a dick to warrant walking for nearly an hour, even if it wasn't a difficult walk and the scenery was gorgeous. He bit down his lip, trying to make conversation, "if you want, we can come back tomorrow during morning..." Leo said, speeding up. For some reason Jon was power walking instead of enjoying the view, the nice warm breeze, the charming little houses and the pink flowers littering every corner, "I didn't realize you wanted to see the catacombs so badly."

"No, it's fine," Jonah rubbed his neck, "the other rooms aren't gonna be any different from the ones we saw."

Leo pouted, "Jon, don't sulk, c'mon. I'm sorry about the catacombs-"

"I'm not sulking," he groaned, interrupting Leo's unnecessary apology, "really. I just wanna get back to the hotel."

So much for not sulking. Leo let out a sigh, but opted for letting it go, "if you really want, we can call a taxi. It's still gonna be more twenty minutes walking-" probably more, considering the twenty minutes would lead them down to the beach, but there were another ten minutes back to the actual hotel.

Leo fully expected Jonah to stubbornly deny his suggestion, so he was surprised when the other man paused and then nodded, "I'd like that... But it's not gonna make you too sick?"

"Hopefully we can get a driver that doesn't drive like a maniac," Leo smiled at him, fishing out his phone, "give me a second."

Jon was bouncing on his feet as they waited the eight minutes for the car to arrive and slowly Leo started to piece things together. Aided entirely by the sickly growl that his husband's stomach let out as they entered the car, Leo realized Jonah wasn't pissed off — or at least, not just that — but feeling sick.

He should've guessed.

Leo opened his mouth to say something, but the driver knew English and kept talking with them. Jon had given up on answering, so the task not to be rude befell on Leo and all he could do to comfort Jonah was squeeze his nape while the older driver continued to chat their ears away.

By the time they parked in front of the hotel, Jonah didn't so much as wait as Leo paid the driver, bolting inside like a slingshot. Leo cringed, sympathy washing over him. He took his time walking inside the hotel, picking up some Gatorade in the vending machine, then getting back into their room.

The bathroom door was shut and Leo grimaced, lightly tapping his knuckles against the door, "Jon? You're okay?"

"FINE!" His answer was annoyed, voice a little too loud, causing Leo to jump away from the door with a frown. Dickhead strike number two.

He set down the Gatorade bottle on the bedside table, then turned on the TV and moved the balcony to watch the sun set over the horizon, a ball of orange melting into the sea and leaving behind a bright purple sky littered with tiny stars.

Behind him, the bathroom door opened and Leo turned around once more, only for his eyebrows to vanish in his hair, "Jon... Oh angel, you're not okay..."

He expected some sort of futile resistance, Jonah trying once more to dismiss him saying he was fine, but instead he got a pitiful groan. Jon folded forward, an arm wrapped around his stomach.

"I'm sorry..." he whined, causing alarm bells to go off in Leo's head and he crossed the room in two large steps, reaching in to grab Jon's arms, "I don't feel well..."

"I can see that," Leo scoffed, studying him closer. Now he was drenched in cold sweat and he was trembling all over, his belly was sticking out against the gauzy fabric of his shirt, gurgling loud enough that Leo could hear it even though he was a good ten inches away, "your tummy's upset...?"

Instead of answering him, Jonah pitched forward with a wet burp, barely managing to muffle it in his hand. Hunched forward, he wrapped an arm around his belly, eyes squeezed shut, "I feel really gross, Leo..."

"Oh baby," Leo cooed, his heart clenching, "you should've said something sooner, we'd have come straight back to the hotel..."

"I didn't- I didn't think it was that bad, but-" Jonah sucked in a breath as he collapsed on the bed, curling up on the fetal position, both arms wrapped around his belly, "fuck, it hurts, Leo."

Leo frowned, sitting by his side and carefully trying to uncurl his husband, "crampy? Have you been sick?"

"No, just- Just diarrhea," Jonah grimaced, his cheeks burning with humiliation, then another sickly burp rolled out of his mouth, "but I feel like it wants up too-"

"Ew," Leo couldn't help but tease, wrinkling his nose. He undid Jonah's pants, rolling down his hips and then let out a whistle at how horribly bloated the other man was, "that damn octopus wants you to suffer, uh?"

It was the wrong thing to say, because Jon pitched to his side, hanging his head out of the bed as he suddenly gagged. Now he looked grey. Leo cringed, glancing around the room for a trashcan and settling for the abandoned, empty champagne bucket.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on-" the blonde chanted, rushing across the room and skipping back, holding the bin up under Jon's chin, but all he managed to catch was some droll and a collection of pained groans, "false alarm?"

"Nhumfhgh," Jonah mumbled, pressing a hand to his belly and wincing as it forced up a brassy belch, thick and turning frothy at the end. He spat inside the bucket again, panting, "it's not gonna- Stay down..." his stomach let out a loud, watery gurgle and Leo cringed as he saw the rest of the color vanish from Jonah's face, making him look almost corpse like.

"Oh fuck-" Jonah pushed himself up, grabbing Leo's arm, "fuck, Leo, help-"

The blonde didn't need anymore explanation, not when Jonah sounded so desperate. He wrapped an arm around the other man, pulling Jon to his feet and skipped across the room with him, all but dropping him on the toilet.

As soon as Jonah managed to shove his pants down, his belly contracted and he let out a whimper, covering his face with both hands as the runs plagued him. Leo winced, happy that Jon couldn't see his disgusted frown.

He squeezed Jon's shoulder, "I'm gonna wait outsi-"

Leo never finished that sentence, as Jon's convulsed under his hand and then a wave of bright red puke fell right between his legs, splattering on the ground and his ditched pants. Leo froze on the spot, eyes wide. He wasn't sure he had ever witnessed Jonah this sick...? At least not when he wasn't sick himself as company.

"Leo-" Jon's voice was muffled, thick with nausea, "Leo, bu-URugo-bucket," he retched mid sentence and the blonde finally snapped back into his senses, rushing out of the room to retrieve the champagne bucket.

He planted it on Jon's lap just in time for his lunch to make a kaleidoscopic reappearance, a thick gush of semi digested sludge falling inside of it. Jonah whimpered, pressing his forehead to the metal and letting out a string of tiny burps. His knuckles turned white on the rim as another cramp wrecked through him and Leo felt a pang of guilt.

They should never have walked after the catacombs or set foot in that restaurant, which had been Leo's pick too.

Jonah coughed, gagging once more and leaning over the bucket to bring up a small, but much thicker mouthful of sick. Once he was done choking on it, he continued to hoover over the bin, unsure if it was safe to move away.

"Angel," Leo crouched down, trying to collect himself, "Jonah, I think you're done. Can I help you into the shower?"

"This is so-" Jonah's voice echoed inside the bin, followed by another deep, gurgly belch, "so undignified... It's our honeymoon..." he sounded close to tears and Leo let out a sigh.

"It's pretty gruesome," he relented, smoothing Jonah's curls back, then running a hand down his trembling back, "but I don't need you to be dignified, Jonah, I want you to feel better. Let me help?"

Jon let out a sigh, which was quickly followed by another angry whine from his belly, "I don't know why it's- It's churning like that. I'm wrung up."

Considering that as close to an admission of defeat as he was gonna get, Leo carefully peeled Jon's fingers off the bucket, hitting the toilet flush twice and then turning up the shower. Although it was summer and they had been taking lukewarm, almost cold shower, this time Leo turned the water warm, hoping it'd stop Jon from shaking like a wet kitten.

"C'mere," he hoisted his husband up, entering under the stream as well, regardless the fact that Leo was entirely dressed. The hot water soaked through Jonah's shirt and Leo stripped it off of him, as well as kicked his soiled pants and boxers away, "you're okay?"

Jon nodded, lowering his forehead to Leo's shoulder, "just... Gross."

Leo rolled his eyes, "you're not gross-"

"No," Jonah shook his head, muffling a burp in his fist, which turned productive and he coughed a thin stream of vomit over the drain, "my stomach feels gross still. All of me."

"I'm gonna order you some medicine," Leo decided, regretting the fact he hadn't packed up Pepto. Was that even allowed on a plane? Probably not, "and you'll sleep this off. Goddamn food poisoning-"

Jonah let out a whimper as another cramp hit him, causing him to fold and grab at his lower belly as if he wanted to dig his fingers into his intestines, "fuck..."

"You need the bathroom again?" Leo kept his voice firm, with not a trace of disgust, no matter how awful the situation. The last thing he wanted was for Jon to feel bad about himself on top of how horrible he was feeling.

"No... No, empty. Just-" he was breathless, "crampy. Nauseous."

They stood under the warm water for another minute, before Leo decided Jon was clean enough and needed to lie down. He wrapped up Jonah in the hotel's fluffy robe — despite Jon grumbling at being manhandled, folded like an elderly man as he tried to protect his tender stomach —then pushed him into the bed, exchanging the robe for just a new set of boxers.

"Here you go," Leo walked back from the bathroom after cleaning it up as best as he could, using a towel to clean the vomit on the ground — not much, most of it had fallen on Jon's pants — and washing off the bucket. He planted the clean bucket on the floor next to Jon's head, then broke the seal of the still closed Gatorade bottle, "you think you can stomach a little sip?"

"No," Jonah's eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but sleep didn't seem able to catch up with him, as the cramps continued to squeeze his belly, "can you- Leo," he rolled onto his back, a hand clutching his stomach.

"Yeah, of course," Leo climbed on the bed, falling against the pillows and cuddling closer so he could plant a hand on Jonah's tummy. It was domed, bloated up, and warm to the touch, "try to get some rest, baby."

It wasn't late, just a little past sunset, so Leo was still very awake. He quietly rubbed Jonah's stomach for several minutes, cringing at how sloshy it felt, how vocal it was, until Jon's frown eased up and he started to snore, something that he never did.

Leo moved closer, so he could press the back of his hand against his husband's cheek and forehead, but he wasn't overly warm, just clammy. He pressed a kiss to his temple, then got up from the bed in order to tidy up their room and get a decent shower himself.

Jonah slept through it all, even as Leo ordered up room service so he could have dinner, setting aside a grilled cheese in case Jonah woke up hungry. Instead of waking up, Jon groaned in his sleep and buried his face further into the pillow, curling up and betraying just how unwell he still felt.

Leo combed through their pictures, deleting the ones that were just blurs and didn't have a single thing in focus and favoriting the others he planned to have printed out and put in an album. He did this to both their galleries, then was left with nothing else to do, so finally Leo decided to go through his texts.

Luke had been steadily updating him about what was happening in Welton, sending him a collection of memes as if he really didn't need an answer to keep talking. Vince did the same, although to a much more manageable extent. There was a text from Max, which made Leo's eyebrows raise, a single heartfelt "Thank you for inviting me to the wedding. It was so beautiful and so much fun. I hope I didn't create any problems for you. Have fun at the honeymoon 🥵 make a baby or two"

The last part caused Leo to chuckle, but he hung at the words "I hope I didn't create any problems". That was out of the blue and very weird.

Behind him, Jonah let out another little groan and Leo glanced over his shoulder, just in time to see Jon sit up, face all wrinkled from being pressed against the pillow.

"Hey, angel..." Leo said softly, walking closer, "how are you feeling?"

Jonah was still half asleep, since he didn't seem to have heard, wrapping an arm around his stomach and staring at his feet like a broken ventriloquist doll.

Leo sighed, planting a hand on his naked back and rubbing it up and down, "do you think you can drink some water for me?"

It took ten extra seconds for his words to pierce through the haze, but then Jonah scrunched up his face, "Uhm-" he gulped down, but then nodded, "don't wanna... dehydrate..."

"That's right, Dr. Banks," Leo smiled, getting up to get the Gatorade bottle and holding it before his husband, "just one little sip."

Leo couldn't hold it against Jon. He truly did try to drink, but not a second after he had swallowed up the sip, his throat was bobbing dangerously and Jonah bleary looked around for the bucket, leaning over it just in time for the liquid to fall out of his mouth, not even with a gag.

"God," Leo sighed, holding him by the shoulder and wincing at the several dry heaves that followed, "I guess... I guess we can try again later..." Silently, Leo made a pray that Jonah would take the liquid later, because the last thing he wanted was to try and get him to a hospital while in Greece, not speaking a drop of Greek.

Jonah curled back up, falling back in the bed and letting out a long suffering sigh, "what- What time is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a rasp.

Leo glanced at his phone, "just a little past 9," he gently rubbed his hand up and down the side of his husband's bloated stomach, not daring to put any pressure behind his touch. His belly was churning under Leo's palm, angry gurgles under Jon's belly button and crawling up his sides, "how are you feeling?"

"Like hell," Jonah scoffed, squeezing his eyes as another cramp hit him, "I'm sorry- Making you clean vomit in our honeymoon-"

"Oh shush it," Leo rolled his eyes, moving his hand so he could swat Jon's ass in a teasing manner, "shut up about it, I'm the one who's sorry. I hate to see you like this..."

Jonah let out a little scoff, then rolled on the bed so he could press his head to Leo's lap, "just gotta- Sleep it off..."

"Uh-huh," Leo wrinkled his nose, "you've been asleep for hours now... Maybe we should ask the front desk for a doctor-"

"I'm a doctor," Jonah's voice was offended, but he didn't even bother to move from his comfortable spot, "it's just food poisoning, Leo. I won't die."

"People die from food poisoning all the time," Leo argued, struggling to push his lawyer self down. This was hardly an arguing matter, Jonah was right that it had been only a couple hours, but Leo simply couldn't help his arguments, "and you're not drinking any water, dehydration also kills-"

"Leo, your voice is giving me a headache," Jonah sounded much more like himself now, annoyance coloring his words, "just let me rest."

"Fine," Leo scoffed, pouting.

Of course, Jon couldn't see he was doing that, so it caused the blonde to smile when Jonah said five seconds later, "and don't pout."

He squirmed on the bed, so he was propped against the pillows and could continue to run his hand up and down Jonah's back, hoping he'd feel better soon.

Around 10 PM, Leo dozed off, not sleepy per se, but he had forgotten to turn up the main lights and the room was dark, Jonah was warm against him, there wasn't a single noise safe from the occasional stomach whine...

He woke up with the sound of the bathroom door opening. Leo jerked in the bed, like he had just missed an imaginary step, blinking quickly to situate himself. The room was even darker now, Jonah had turned off the soft yellow lamp that was in the "living room" area of their bedroom.

It took him a second to identify Jonah in the dark, leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom door, hunched over so his hands were on his knees and he was taking measured breaths. Leo frowned, shuffling on the bed so he was ready to bolt and catch him in case Jonah collapsed.

It was harder to pinpoint his expression, but Leo could tell his shoulders were shaking-

"Jon?" Leo whispered, crawling out of the bed and walking closer.

Jonah's head snapped up, eyes wide and confused, which caused Leo's heart to race. Please, don't let it be serious, he thought, placing his hands on Jonah's arms, "baby, what's wrong?"

"Nuuh-Nothing," Jon was slurring slightly, voice barely above a whisper, "justsssick."

"Uh-huh," Leo rolled his eyes, quickly deciding his husband was going to be of no help. He planted his hand on Jonah's neck, expecting to feel a fever, but there was none, "did you throw up again?"

A head shake.

"Okay, uhm- Let's go back to bed..." he chewed on his lip, sleepily trying to count the time zones. Would Wendy pick up if he called right now?

Jonah collapsed on the bed, moving so he could curl up under the thin blanket and blinking up at Leo like he expected him to vanish before his eyes.

"How's your belly?" Leo crouched down next to the bed, grabbing the Gatorade once more and checking the hour on his phone. 3:25 AM, "do you still feel sick?"

A nod.

Great, Jonah had puked his frontal lobe because now Leo felt like he was dealing with a five year old version of him. He let out a little huff at the thought, opening a grin, "you're cute looking like a startled kitten and all, but can you use your words, angel? How are you feeling?"

"Like crap," Jonah scoffed, causing Leo to beam with a smile. There he was, his usual grumpy husband. It was clear he wasn't speaking because he had no voice, shot from all the heaving.

"Can you drink something?" Jonah's face scrunched up with disgust, so Leo stitched in, "please? You're really worrying me, Jon."

It was a little amusing how much Jonah was wrapped up around his pinky, Leo thought, watching as his resolve melted away and he took the bottle. The first sip was met with a gag, but once Jonah managed to swallow it, he eagerly went for a second one, thirst hitting him.

Leo took the bottle back, "sorry, but we really want that to stay down. If you don't throw up in ten minutes you can drink more," he felt like he was quoting Jonah himself, "did the diarrhea stop? How's your belly-" without waiting for an answer, Leo went in, planting his hand to Jon's bloated middle.

His belly was still sticking out, but the angry gurgling had reduced considerably and it was no longer that warm to the touch. Jonah corroborated Leo's finding by grumbling "it's fine," and then burying his face in the pillow, clearly embarrassed.

The blonde let out a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his temple and climbing back on the bed, "c'mere, love," he said, pulling the sheets in order to drag Jonah closer to him and forcing the other man to uncurl, so Leo could take the spot currently occupied by his pillow.

Jon let out a grumble, followed by a happy sigh as his cheek met Leo's chest and he was wrapped up in a hug, "Greece is getting to you," he mumbled, squirming and snuggling up even more, "you're pudgy."

"Go to sleep, Jonah," Leo chuckled, rolling his eyes and pressing a kiss to the top of his head, "you're delusional."

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Could you write part two of the Dominic fic where he feels even worse?

Sick and whiny

Dominick feverish and sick + Melissa caretaker part 2.

Melissa had never been in bed with a man.

Which might have sounded strange in her late 20s, but when you take care of three little sisters, have a controlling mother, get monitored by a wolf pack 24/7, and put yourself through the perilous 8-year-long journey to become a doctor, you don't get much time to date people.

Nor do you have anywhere you could safely go to. Monitored, judged, under surveillance, always being timed and expected.

Dominick in her bed was a surreal sight. Not because of any latent eroticism just yet, but for the sheer presence of someone else in her most safe and only private space.

Her pillow, her blanket, her mattress. The dark she controlled and could hide in, the precious time at night that belonged only to her.

Dominick didn't seem to get the significance, flopping down and immediately falling asleep.

She went through the trouble to ask him if she could remove his shirt. He grumbled something in response, so she figured as an emergency, she could go ahead.

Working on the buttons from his collar all the way down to his waist while kneeling over him on the bed was a very strange sensation. She felt like she was doing something bad, as if she didn't see or handle patients in worse conditions.

It was difficult to see Dominick as a patient. Somehow, the switch, the way she could not make it personal when she handled someone, when she needed a clear head, didn't work on him.

"I'm going to roll you to the side, so I can get the shirt out," she commented as she did just that. Even if he wasn't awake, she imagined he could understand on some level. That it might make him calmer.

His naked skin was slick with sweat and radiated heat.

"I'm going to check your temperature," she warned, cupping his cheeks with one hand and putting the other over his forehead. Over 38 and climbing, if her guess was right.

His chest hitched under her, and he turned to the side with a burp that made him gag at the end.

Okay, enough ogling. She went to fetch a laundry tub for the side of his bed; they were the easiest to rinse out.

Meanwhile Dominick shook off the covers, hand on his belly that was gurgling loudly. A hiccup jostled his frame, but he didn't wake up.

Melissa opened the window and sat down on the edge of the bed, considering how acceptable it would be to loosen his belt and strip him of his pants. They couldn't feel well on his sensitive stomach.

"I don't mean anything, Dom. This is going to help, I swear." She pried the leather open carefully, unbuttoning his jeans...but how would she wiggle him out of them? She tried tugging at the fabric by his ankles, but it only moved a couple of centimeters.

When he woke up, she would use the opportunity and help him get them off. Yeah, that would be best.

She had also called him 'Dom'. Twice now, once when he was awake. Would he remember that when he got better?

When he had been asleep for a significant amount of time without much change, it occurred to her she had been in the same PJs for the last three days and hadn't even brushed her teeth.

Timing herself, she managed to shower, wash her hair, and clean up in under 20 minutes.

She found Dominick in the same position, though he was now huddled into himself, goosebumps on his arms.

Putting the covers back down, she wondered how weird it would be to actually stay next to him in bed. Wasn't it logical if she wanted to keep an eye on him? But it was only 6 in the evening, hardly a good excuse to climb into bed with him.

She checked his forehead again. Not rising, but the temperature wasn't dropping either.

Letting him enjoy the covers for a little longer, she came back with small wet towels, putting one around his neck and forehead and wrapping the others around his wrists and ankles.

One good thing that came from this weird afternoon was that now she could stare at him without him noticing. It still made her feel guilty.

...

Around 8 pm she woke up from her dozing in the chair next to the bed to Dominick retching.

"It's okay, it's okay. The tub's right here," she said, guiding him by the shoulder to turn over the edge of the bed.

Dominick was red in the face, burping loudly in the right direction before a mouthful of bile came up. His stomach was hellbent on spasming more though. He retched and retched, whole body jerking with the effort.

"Shit, that hurts," he said, spitting into the laundry tub. It seemed to take too much effort to even collapse back into the pillows.

Melissa pushed at his arm to coax him to lie back down, but he wouldn't budge. "You haven't eaten much these past two days, have you."

"Then why do I still feel nauseous?" He rubbed at his eyes, forehead dripping with sweat onto the bedsheets.

"It's a virus, not food related," she said. She grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand she left there along with some pills against the fever. She didn't have hope of getting into him right now. "Drink this."

His hazel eyes narrowed at her. "What? It won't stay down."

"I know. But you are going to throw up either way and it would hurt less if you had something in your stomach."

Dominick eyed the glass as if she offered him a cup of poison, swallowing heavily. "I don't know..."

His naked stomach was bloated, sinking and rising right under her arm.

"You can try to keep it down. Even a little while could help you absorb some moisture," she said with a shrug. Maybe it would feel better if the water and doubled nausea had a purpose and weren't just there to be promptly vomited back up.

He covered his mouth with his hand, burping loudly into it. His jaw tightened in determination. "Whatever. Give it here."

Without much hesitation he took the glass from her and downed the water.

"Slow down-"

Before she could finish the sentence, he emptied half of the glass. He gagged into it once, but kept going until it was finished, then let the glass fall onto the bed next to him. "Oh god, that doesn't feel good."

Melissa grabbed the tub and put it onto the bed right under his chin.

Dominick propped himself up on one elbow while bracing against the tub with the other, taking quick breaths through his open mouth. A loud burp came up that made him quiver in revulsion.

She shifted to sit on the bed next to him instead of the chair, her hand landing on his back. Another shiver ran through him.

His spine arched into her hand, and then he was burping up the water back into the tub. Two more violent retches and more liquid hit liquid. From this close up, she could hear his stomach slosh, could hear the bubbling of the water as it rushed up his throat.

Gently, she rubbed circles on his back, featherlight touch of someone who wasn't sure if she was welcome to be there, but wanted her presence noticed.

Dominick kept gagging and spitting up mouthfuls of water for the next 10 minutes. He was drooling over the edge of the tub, too tired to hold his head up.

"I think you are finished." She took one of the wet towels and dabbed at his sweaty face, under his nose, chin, and lips.

He shivered under her touch, closing his eyes. "Still don't feel right."

"You are pretty sick, that's to be expected. Try to get some more sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

"You sure?" he croaked but let her take the tub away so he could flop down onto his back, chest rising steadily.

He let out a little sigh as she continued cleaning up his chin and then down his neck and chest. "You have your area of expertise, and I have mine," she said. Even if he wasn't better, he would relax sooner if he thought so.

Dominick closed his eyes, but he was frowning.

"Get rid of those pants. It will be more comfortable," she said, trying to sound casual as she got up with the tub to clean it out. Leaving him the perfect opportunity to do so if he was feeling uncomfortable around her...though he didn't seem to register he was naked from the waist up and she was touching him.

When she got back, Dominick was under the covers, the pants discarded on the floor.

She re-wet the towels, so they would be cold again, folding one neatly over his forehead. "I'll let you sleep."

When she tried to get up, his hand grabbed her wrist. His eyes were open to slits. "Where are you...are you going away?"

"I don't want to disturb you." She figured she would return to check on him when he was asleep.

"You don't." He licked his dry lips, looking bashful all of a sudden. "Sorry. I just don't...I don't know if I can sleep."

She sank back down onto the edge of the bed. "Why not?"

"Feel achy all over," he mumbled, looking away. "Could you stay?"

Her eyebrows jumped up. He was so tall and serious and professional in all settings. How unexpected that he got so whiny when feverish.

"Would you like me to...?"

"Please."

She wasn't sure what he was asking until he patted the other side of the bed. "Stay?"

That was so weird. Nevertheless, somehow she felt herself compelled to comply, no matter how childish it sounded.

She circled the bed to get onto the empty, unruffled side, tucking herself against the second pillow on top of the covers.

Dominick turned to his side, facing her, his belly poking out from the covers like a pink dome.

He reached out his hand for her, landing on her hip, and then rolled closer, face against her stomach.

"What...?"

"Sorry," he said, voice muffled and stifling a burp against her shirt. "Everything hurts. Like...broken glass under my skin."

Her hand hovered above his shoulder again. "Yes?"

"My stomach feels like it's burning," he whined, forehead nuzzling against her, face out of view.

Giving in, she let her hand fall onto his back. It elicited a whine, and he squirmed even closer.

How did he turn so childish when sick? It felt almost too intimate to be allowed to see him like this.

She rubbed his broad back where she could reach it, heart pounding away in her chest.

Hopefully, he wouldn't notice.

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You're a 100% correct! Although while they both cannot waste food, Max can at least pace himself/refuse it, while Vince has eyes bigger than his stomach and never refuses any either

there's a fic i haven't written, but i should, where Vince and Wen are having dinner and she doesn't like it, so she says "ew" and goes to throw away the food, but he takes her plate and eats it as well as his own and then later when he's dying from indigestion it clicks for Wen that Vince physically CANNOT waste food due to how in his house they grew up with everything counted up

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Please please Luke and Vince.Make Luke the sick kid🥺

babes what?

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Okay okay, generally I like to reblog or leave comments on individual stories but i got preoccupied and missed SO much and just read everything all at once so i figured i would get out of my comfort zone and do this 😅

First of all i LOVE lukebell, i will always love lukebell and i want nothing but their happiness, however! luke was an ass to max and needs to apologize, so yes, feel guilty bro.

Second, the throuple is throupling (even if only in vin and my dreams rn) i know that whatever direction you’re taking them in will be wonderful, but i do really hope it won’t hurt my feelings 😅

Third, I love the boys and i love that they’re happy and married and in greece and having a good time, even if there were some waves during the journey.

Lastly, everything you do is great, soup! i love your guys and their stories and i can’t wait to see where they go and what you have in store for them!

I hope you don’t mind my rambly comments with probably more than the acceptable amount of grammatical errors 🫣

Andy!! Please don't apologize, are you kidding me?? I'm egocentric and love compliments, there's no universe where I'd mind this 😂

Luke definitely has to apologize, but I rather let him stew a bit, feeling guilty. I adore Lucas so much, he's my golden boy, but he CAN be a dick and I love when I get to show it. Specially against Max, who has the system sort of rigged against him, it really feels like Luke is punching down 😈 (I do have the resolution planned though!)

I don't think the throuple will hurt any feelings, there was a plan for some good old fashioned angst but I'm in too much of a rock bottom emotionally rn to really do that much angst. So we'll go fluffy and smutty.

Leo and Jonah are living it up, blissfully unaware to the chaos happening with the rest of the gang, just making out on the beach and having amazing food 💕

And Andy, Andy, Andy, when are we gonna get more goodies from you? Just know I'm soooo seated, I miss your OCs!!!

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there's a fic i haven't written, but i should, where Vince and Wen are having dinner and she doesn't like it, so she says "ew" and goes to throw away the food, but he takes her plate and eats it as well as his own and then later when he's dying from indigestion it clicks for Wen that Vince physically CANNOT waste food due to how in his house they grew up with everything counted up

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I can't remember which anon said they liked when I posted visuals, but this is what I'm imagining for Bell's tattoo:

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Inked

Just some Wendy x Bella fluff

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"Are you absolutely certain of it?" Wendy wrinkled her nose as she studied the pins in Bella's inspiration board, clearly not sold on her friend's idea.

She felt very thankful that Bell's treatment of her hadn't changed since the relapse reveal. Maybe here and there Bella was a touch more gentle than usual and she certainly made sure Wendy at least got a snack when they were out and watched her eat the whole thing, but that was about it.

Currently Bell was sprawled on Wen's couch, while the other woman rushed around tidying up the place, occasionally holding up her tablet so Wendy could see the tattoo she had been working on. It wasn't quite an original design, Bella wasn't artistically trained, but she had made a collage of several pieces and then had traced them over digitally, starting to fiddle with it.

"I'm certain of it," Bella nodded, tapping the screen with her pen, "I want to get it done today, God knows when I'll have another chance."

That caused Wendy to pause and squint, just as she grabbed her ditched jacket and looked around in search of her purse. Bell had a lax schedule, working from home and in weird hours, surely she had plenty of openings to fit a tattoo appointment?

The one they were headed to wasn't even Bell's appointment. Originally, it had been Wendy's, but with the current state of things — how little she wanted to undress in front of a stranger, how much she was still struggling with getting her iron levels back up — Wendy had asked if her friend wanted to take her place.

"You can always schedule another time, no need to rush into this, Bell," Wendy shrugged, grabbing the car keys and stepping out of the apartment, as Bella scrambled up to her feet and followed her out.

"Sure," Bella shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the back of the elevator, "but I wanna do it now."

"Uh-hu," Wendy studied her friend's face in the reflective door, "alright..."

"Stop sounding so suspicious, Tink," Bella grabbed her from behind, planting her hands on Wen's shoulders and giving her a good shake, "I'm just excited about getting my first tattoo, I feel like a teenager."

"I'm surprised you never got one in the first place," Wendy shook her head, dispersing the slight paranoia, "I'd assume so, given your whole aesthetic."

"Well, great tattoos are expensive," Bella blushed, bouncing on her feet as the elevator came to a stop. She did look every bit like a kid, nearly vibrating with excitement, "and it wasn't in my top priorities of things to spend money on. Then after I graduated and got the job, I guess I just kept pushing it off, forgot about it for a bit."

That made sense, Wendy nodded along as they entered her car, "have you told Luke you're getting it today?"

"Oh, hell no," Bella's smile widened even more, "he'd want to tag along and he'd pass out because of the needles."

"I thought he had a medical phobia," Wendy raised her eyebrows, starting to drive out of the garage, as Bell fiddled with the music, "no?"

"Yes," the ginger shrugged, "but he's weird about needles in general, he's working that in therapy-" she sounded distracted, then a loud metal song started playing and Wen cringed, removing a hand from the steering wheel so she could slap Bella's bicep.

"TURN IT DOWN!"

"SORRY!" Bella's face turned pink as she fiddled with the radio, "sorry-" she cleared her throat, "but anyway, I didn't want him passing out in my appointment and I wanted to do this with you and I want to see his surprised face later."

"It is quite the sexy tattoo," Wendy relented, her whole body warming up as she thought over Bell wanting to share this experience with her. Not an after thought, the first option. She beamed, opening a smile, "I'll get mine next month, hopefully."

"What's it gonna be?"

"I'm not sure, I'm torn between a little fairy or a bunch of little stars like freckles on my chest," Wendy handed her phone to Bella, "get on pinterest, I have a board myself."

"What was the one that you got removed again?" Bella unlocked Wen's phone, clicking around, "ooooh, that's cute."

"It was Carpe Diem written on my ribs," Wendy rolled her eyes at the old tattoo. She didn't have anything against it, as a design, but not only had the tattoo been tied to a person she no longer was and no longer cherished — really, Carpe Diem tattoed on her ribs before she attempted suicide? Smart — but it had been done in one of her drunken nights out as a teenager and the ink had bled. She was glad to have had it removed.

"Doesn't match you," Bell wrinkled her nose, turning the phone around so Wendy could look at it as she stopped at a red light. Her friend was pointing at a little fairy tat done on the shoulder of a girl, "this is so cute."

"It's adorable," Wendy smiled, "but don't you think it's a little too obvious? I'm Wendy, have a fairy on me?"

"Just as long as you don't get Peter Pan, I think you're fine," then Bella's eyes widened with renewed excitement, "have you heard that theory that he's a serial killer?!"

Wendy let out a snort, shaking her head fondly as Bell launched herself into explaining that the Lost Boys weren't allowed to grow old because Peter killed them first.

The tattoo parlor was across town, inside of the only mall in Welton. It wasn't as seedy as usual tattoo parlors, instead it was brightly lit, extremely clean, although the same rock n' roll and blackletter posts that littered the walls of all other places like these were present too.

"Leave it to you to find the most stuck up tattoo parlor I've ever seen," Bella whispered, her arm linked with Wendy's as they walked in.

The receptionist was a skinny dude with thick glasses and black hair with purple stripes. He opened a pleasant smile at them, "may I help?"

"Hi, I'm Wendy, this is Bella-" Wendy stepped forward, feeling a jab of amusement. For all strong opinions and little care for people's thoughts, Bell was always surprisingly more shy than others expected. She rarely initiated conversation with stranger, which probably was helped by the chronic case of resting bitch face Bell sported, "we have an appointment with Marley?"

"Oh yes," the boy — his name tag said Josh — nodded along, glancing at the computer screen, "I'll need your IDs, please. Which one of you is getting the tattoo?"

"I am," Bell started to dig through her spiked purse, while Wendy quickly passed him her own ID.

Marley was older than them, by quite a long shot. She seemed to be in her fifties and was a fat woman, with thick orange hair and an undercut and every visible piece of skin under her neck was covered in tattoos. Wendy hesitated, but Bella seemed right at ease, in fact, she seemed to fit right in.

"We found your people," Wen leaned in to whisper, just as they walked in the appointment room. Marley perked up.

"You must be Bella," she got up from her seat to shake Bell's hand, "and you're Wendy, I recognize your picture."

"Yes, we spoke last month," Wen shook the other woman's hand, smiling. Gentle hands, so hopefully she had an equally gentle touch.

"You got cold feet, Wendy?" Marley teased her, "lucky you that your friend stepped up, otherwise you'd loose your booking fee."

Wen's stomach squeezed at the mention of the passed down appointment. She hoped she didn't get pressed for an explanation.

"Lucky me," Bella interjected, probably sensing Wendy's hesitance, her voice louder than necessary, "I saw your online portfolio, your work is so impressive, Marley. I got a couple pictures from yours that I really loved-"

And easy like that she was unlocking the tablet and shoving it in the tattoo artists' hand, taking all focus from Wendy.

Wen moved around the room, there were pictures of Marley's works littering the walls, but that was the only visible mess. The place smelt like ink and that weird smell that Wen couldn't quite place, but she had felt before. Almost like the hospital did, but less bleachy.

"That's sick," Marley whistled as she looked over Bell's mockup, "and you want this, but in the style of- This," she moved between the tabs, opening a photograph of her own work, "yes?"

"Yeah," Bella was nodding along, all eager, "in all black, coming from here-" she pulled up her tank top and pushed down her jeans waist, so she could place a finger to her hip bone, "all the way to here," Bella squirmed in order to place a finger on the side of her breast, almost at her back, "what do you think?"

"I think it'll look awesome," Marley was smiling so much that Wendy realized she had fangs. Not a slightly fangy smile, actual body-mod fangs. That was cool, and Bell clearly agreed, as her eyes widened almost like a cat's would at the sight, "why don't you get settled and I'll go print the sten-"

"No, I want it to be a freehand," Bella shook her head, causing the older woman's eyebrows to jump up. Marley hesitated.

"Are you sure? A freehand can get a little out of hand..."

"That's fine, I trust your skills," Bell shrugged, "as long as you don't cover my whole midriff, that'll be alright."

Wendy rolled her eyes at the bravery display, sitting down on the little couch across the room. Marley's spark, that had vanished for a second, came back with full force as she realized Bell meant business.

"Alright," she perked up, "lie down, Bella."

Wen got settled in the couch, fishing out her phone and easily drowning out Bell's chatting. She could hear Marley asking her about her job and seeming genuinely interested on the fact Bella did apps and websites, asking for tips on the studio's website and what would the ginger change about it...

Vin 💕: Does my girlfriend hate me? Despise me?

Vin 💕: I thought you didn't work today? I came home early and I'm all alone and abandoned 😭

Wendy let out a snort at his texts, rolling her eyes. His classes had started up already and she hadn't expected him to be home early, but even if he had been she'd still have gone with Bella to the appointment. It seemed like the sort of thing she could pass up on her boyfriend for one evening.

Wendy: Abandoned uh

Wendy: I'm out with Bell!

Vin 💕: Tell Bell to meet me in the parking lot if she wants to steal my girl

She cackled at that, causing Bella to stop talking and both her and the tattoo artist to glance at Wendy.

"Sorry," she grinned, turning the phone around as if they could read the texts from that distance, "Vince said for you to meet him in the parking lot if you want to steal his girlfriend."

Bella opened a smile at that, rolling her eyes, "I'm a yellow belt in kickboxing, I can take him."

It only caused Wendy to giggle even more, as she imagined Bella trying to wrestle Vince, who was a 100 pounds heavier than she was.

"Yeah right," Wendy rolled her eyes, typing back to Vince "Bell says she can take you"

Vin 💕: In her dreams, maybe.

That caused Wendy to remember that weird morning just three days ago, when Vince had freaked out over a dirty dream...

Wendy: Or in yours? You've been having some freaky dreams lately.

It was a harmless tease, considering Wen was fairly sure she knew exactly whom had been the protagonist of that dirty dream. Vince wouldn't have freaked out like that unless it was someone he considered to be an actual "threat" to their relationship and given how much shit Luke had given him over a certain blonde... Besides, Wendy wasn't daft. Max was handsome, rugged and sexy, and he did fuck-me-eyes to Vince in every opportunity, she'd have to be blind not to see what was right in front of her.

It didn't matter, she trusted Vin entirely. Besides, it was not such a bad idea... She'd be lying if she said she didn't think they looked insanely good together-

Vin 💕: Not funny.

Vin 💕: Are you coming for dinner?

Swiftly ending that conversation, she could almost hear his annoyance at the friendly jab.

Wendy: No need to wait for-

She never quite finished composing the text, as Marley's voice got all of her attention as the woman said in a sharp, scared tone, "BELLA!?"

Wendy's head snapped up, phone forgotten, because she knew that tone a little too well. She heard it all the time at the hospital.

Bell's face had turned corpse grey, all that golden tan vanished and leaving behind just yellow pallor. Her lips were white and her eyes pressed shut, mouth slightly parted...

"Bell?" Wen jumped up, rushing to her friend, "Bell, Bell, Bell-" she circled the table, catching Bell's shoulders as she threatened to fall down the bed, just as Marley dropped her tattoo gun and also took one of Bell's arms, keeping her put, "Bella, talk with me!"

Her friend's blue eyes widened, dazed and confused, and she mumbled through numb lips, "Wen...?"

"Did she eat before coming in?" Marley asked, patting Bella's cheeks with her gloved hand, trying to get her to respond, "this happens sometimes..."

"Get her feet," Wendy bossed, all friendliness stripping her as she entered the doctor role, "her blood pressure probably tanked."

Marley obeyed, taking Bella's legs and together they propped them up, so the ginger's head was lower than her heart. It took a minute for color to return to her cheeks, but then she started blinking quickly, panic washing over her.

"Wendy- Wen, what-"

"You didn't eat before the session, Bella," Marley explained, "you're alright, take it easy."

Her comforting words met deaf ears, because Bella's chest was heaving as she gulped down, color draining once more-

Wendy lunged away from her, grabbing the little trashcan next to Marley's abandoned rolling chair and holding it up under Bell's chin just in time for her to be sick.

"Shit," Wen sighed, planting a hand on Bell's forehead and keeping her from nosediving out of the bed, "that's okay, babe, I got you-"

It seemed to be a one and done deal, but still Bella hung over the bin for several minutes, breathing out slowly and spitting the thick saliva collecting in her mouth.

Marley cringed, "I'm gonna get her a water bottle and some snacks, it should help. You got her?"

"Yeah," Wendy opened a strained smile, "thank you."

Once they were alone, Bella let out a pitiful whine, "Wendy..."

"Yes?" Wen carefully helped her lean back against the bed, "you're okay?"

Bella shot her a glare, her mascara having smeared due to the effort of puking and causing two grey lines on her cheeks, "do I look well?"

"You're fine," Wendy rolled her eyes, lowering the bin away from the bed and tying the plastic liner tightly, before returning to her friend's side, "so... Very bright, not eating before your session."

"I didn't know I had to," Bella scoffed, wiping at her mouth and taking deep breaths, "this is so humiliating..."

"You're not the first and you certainly won't be the last," Marley shrugged as she walked back in the room, passing Bell a plastic water bottle and an energy bar, "normally it's those big buff dudes."

Wendy giggled, rubbing Bell's arm in a soothing manner as the woman's face turned crimson red, "well, you heard her earlier, Marley. Bell's every little bit like those huge buff dudes."

Bella let out a scoff, hiding her face in her hands, "fuck off, Tink..." she groaned, before lifting up her eyes, "I'm really sorry about the mess-"

"Relax," Marley sat back down on her chair, putting on a fresh new pair of gloves, "but I think we should wrap this up and schedule a new appointment this week, alright? So you can come in having eaten and well rested."

Bella pouted, raising her arm so could look at her tattoo and only then did Wendy look too. It was an abstract black art, thin lines appearing just under her right breast and covering her ribs, going all the way to the line of her jeans and passing over her hip bone. There were several lines converging together, thickening up, before vanishing once again and Wen couldn't quite tell how unfinished the tattoo was.

"Uh... Does she have to?" Wen questioned, "it looks pretty cool as it is."

Marley shrugged, glancing at Bella, "it's your call," she grabbed a little spray bottle with alcohol and sprayed it over the tattoo, before lathering it with pomade.

"I don't know..." Bella glanced at the full body mirror across the room, tilting her hip to look at it, "I think it looks great..."

"In that case, let's make a touch-up appointment and if you change your mind we can talk about it then, okay?"

Bell perked up at that, then glanced at Wen with that little kid smile she had been sporting the whole, "it's really cool, don't you think?"

Wendy rolled her eyes, wrapping an arm around Bell's shoulders and pulling her into a one armed hug, "yeah, it looks sexy as hell."

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As things currently stand, if max were to get sick in front of Lucas would he be nice and help his or just leave him on his own?? How about vice versa?

Hi anon!

Luke could never not help someone who's sick around him, even if it is his nemesis. Lucas' mother henning/caretaker side is tied to trauma and he'd rather die than to deny someone care!

Max, in the other hand, could leave Luke. He probably wouldn't, not because he particularly likes Lucas or cares about his wellbeing, but because he knows failing to help Luke would put him in bad terms with Vince/Wendy/Leo/Bella/Jon (in this order), whose opinion he does care about. He'd help, but pouting the entire time.

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Filler fic. Lil bit of smut but very much left open to your imaginations. I forgot how much I LOVE writing a simple Hope/Jay fic. Because right now their relationship is just so pure and wholesome 🥺

Getting settled

The images of the Lodge online had not done the place justice. The place was beautiful. Jay whistled as he took it all in.

"Wow Lyla, you know how to pick places. This is insane!"

Lyla smiled, having perked up from her bout of travel sickness and seemingly back into the vacationing mood.

"I know, I told you so!" She said, grabbing her bag and carrying it through the lodge, "rooms are this way." The others followed, Hope taking in the beautiful log walls, the huge open fireplace in the centre of the living room. The slightly creepy but still cool taxidermy animals along the corridor walls. It was rustic but modern, clean with just enough wear that it felt lived in. Like a true forest lodge should be. It was all so very Lyla. Hope knew if she had her way, and could convince all her friends to come too, Lyla would live here permanently. The smile on her face said it all, and Hope was pulled in further to the excitement.

"This is the master," Lyla pointed to a door on the right, "next one is Jessie's, and the one on the left is mine and Kai's. Everyone go unpack, and then we'll have food and plan for tomorrow!" She bossed as she twirled away to her room, taking Kai's hand and pulling him into their room. His face was... controlled. Neutral to anyone who didn't know him as well as Hope did. To her, his neutral expression read as uncomfortable, guarded, and anxious.

Jay rolled his eyes at the pair, taking his and her bags and opening the master suite door, pausing to look back at Jess. Hope wasn't daft. She knew something had happened during that stop. She knew it was between Jess and Kai. But between getting Lyla here without puking again and focusing on navigating somewhere she hadn't been before, her focus had been elsewhere. Now she stopped, really looking at Jessie. He looked exhausted. And not just physically from throwing up.

"Okay?" Jay asked, but she kept her gaze on him. He nodded, offering a small smile before heading towards his room. Jay sighed, but took Hope's hand and led her into their room.

The room was beautiful. Hope couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Rustic like the rest of the Lodge, a large window overlooked the lake and the ceiling was supported with thick exposed wooden beams. Her eyes were drawn to the large four poster bed in the middle of the room, her mind wondering to all the things that could be done in a bed like that. But apparently not yet as Jay dumped the bags on to it, bringing her mind out of the gutter and back into the present.

"So, what did I miss?" She asked, looking at him as he hung up his shirts whilst she got everything out of the bags.

"It's nothing. No. That's not really true, it's something. But I'm not entirely sure what." He replied with a confused tone, seeming to know exactly what she was on about.

"Well what happened?" She asked as she dumped their toiletries into the bathroom, not really caring about unpacking them.

"Mixed signals?" Jay said, not sounding sure, "bad communication? I dunno. I've got Jessie's side. And I love the guy like a brother. But you know how he can be, he takes things..." Jay drifted off, not knowing how to word it.

"Personally?" Hope filled in, moving towards Jay and wrapping her arms round him as he stretched to hang up her dresses.

"Yeah. And again, I get it. Going through what he did, it would absolutely warp the way you see and interpret things. And Kai... well, I know he's different with you two, but with me and Jess, working out how he's feeling or what he's thinking is like getting blood from a stone. Jessie likes clear communication, knowing where he stands. And Kai likes to make sure we don't know that." He sighed, turning in Hope's arms to face her, lowering his head to hers and closinging his eyes.

Hope lent into his chest, breathing in his scent as she looped her fingers into his belt loops.

" So what did Jessie say Kai did?"

"Laughed at him for throwing up, which I saw. But it didn't seem malicious, not from where I was standing. And then chastised him for not just telling Lyla he gets sympathy sick." Jay sighed, pulling Hope up to meet his lips with a soft kiss. "But I think before that, Jess was already a bit... already in his own head."

"I saw his fingers when we were getting the bags. He's picked them to shreds." Hope sighed, running a hand over Jay's chest. "He seemed so happy when we first started off."

"Yeah, he was. And then he started getting anxious about Lyla throwing up leading him to throw up. And then when he was picking his fingers, I guess Kai saw, and he grabbed his hand."

Hope paused her exploration of his chest. That wasn't like Kai. Kai initiating touch was usually a no with other people. Kai interrupting Jessie's nervous habit? Also not like him. Kai didn't notice things like that in others. He must have been watching him. "Oh."

"And you know how long it took Jessie to accept physical contact from you that he didn't start. Hell, it was was probably over a year before he didn't freak at physical contact from me that he hadn't initiated himself." Hope nodded, she'd been with Jay from nearly two years before Jessie accepted physical contact from her. "And I think that just put him more in his own head. So when Kai came over to check on him after he'd puked, and he put his hand on Jessie's neck to check his temperature without warning."

Hope flinched herself, knowing how well that would have gone down normally, let alone when Jessie was already in his own head and feeling unwell and embarrassed.

"Shit. I... I never thought to warn Kai. He doesn't exactly initiate touch with people so I didn't think..." She pressed her face into his chest.

"No baby, it's not on you. They've known each other almost as long as i've known Kai. Its on them." Jay pulled her chin up, kissing her again and she felt any amount of self blame melt away as she kissed him back, raising onto her tiptoes. It was passionate, and Hope was reminded of her initial thoughts about the bed and its... many purposes.

"I'll talk with Kai." She murmured against his lips, pulling him towards the bed by his belt loops.

"And I'll talk with Jessie." He responded as he moved his lips softly down her neck, pulling her down onto the bed below him. Lyla traced his jawline softly with the tips of her fingers, then grabbed Jay's top and pulled it off over his head as he let out a low growl. She laced her fingers through his hair, pulling his face down to hers and looking him in the eyes.

"Later." She smirked as Jay snaked his hand under her top and across her stomach and round to her back, unclipping the lace bra she'd worn exactly for a moment like this.

"Later." He confirmed, leaning in and meeting her lips.

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nobody is breaking up AND nobody dies.... right ?!!!

🥝anon

instead of an answer can I offer a no spoilers moodboard

[bellysoupset]

Wow! I’m I’m almost sorry I asked 🤣🤣🤣

These are all so angstyyyyy I can’t take it lol

I mean like maybe the having him move here is nice enough

Cause like my babies almost broke up already we can’t do that! (right???*hugs padded cell* I can take it really) 🥲

😂😂 Just know that whatever you guys see on the page, I've had 30 different break downs and drafts about LMAO

No one's breaking up, though, I can tell you that!

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I know it’s like I love the idea of max but like just doesn’t “fit” right now 🤣

Unless you presto up another character like he showed up jkjk

Ooh so some late night trivia, Claire, the character that Jonah tried to matchmake Max with, was previously considered as a love interest for him!

Max was made for the throuple, don't get me wrong. I did not give this man a sensitive belly without immediately thinking of pairing him up with the emetophile couple. However, nothing is ever set in stone here, I flip flop between many plots and just let the characters pick what they want.

Things that I have considered:

Having Vince/Max be an item and have Wendy/Vin break up. Vince/Max still move back to Welton and Wendy gets a new love interest introduced.

Max moves to town while Wendy/Vin are a couple, he decides to bury his feelings so deep he'll never find them again. Meets Claire, gets in his own drama (gets a kid!), then eventually Vin/Max/Wendy become an item, but like waaaaay down the line.

Max/Wendy become an item after Wendy/Vince break up. Vince nearly goes blind with jealousy and pushes himself right between them, only for the couple to be like... oh? This is great, let's keep going with the throuple.

Max/Vince/Wendy almost become an item, but Max DIES.

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I know you have a monster list!

But are we seeing sick max anytime soon?

I know things are “tense” right now with him and everyone aside from his 2 caretakers who are focusing on themselves right now 😅

🙈 I feel like all the fics I have planned are not enough, I cannot write quick enough to keep up with my brain (and I write pretty quickly, lets be real). It's a blessing and a curse.

I'd love to write some sick Max, but I don't think I have a caretaker for him? I don't think Vin would leave Welton for a social call, not when he wants to be with Wendy 24/7 (although maybe in the future, if she tells him to stop fussing). Wendy obvs is not leaving town. Max has been away enough, he needs to stay in Doveport for his job. Leo's gone on honeymoon. Luke and Bell are not an option ofc. Unless I have Sophia and/or Mrs and Mr. Monacelli?

If you got any ideas, let me know anon!