For the 🏳️ anon, who asked for Airsick Bella.... Here we go, with LOADS of fluff and sexy talk.
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"Have you seen my bikinis?" Bella asked, rummaging through her messy side of their wardrobe. Luke was sprawled on the bed watching the replay of last Sunday’s football game, having already finished packing, since his side was neatly folded and he could get a bag done in under 30 minutes.
"You really don't need those," he smirked and Bella rolled her eyes, crouching down to open a drawer.
"Oh yeah, you're gonna be real happy when I'm flashing strangers- Aha!" She held up a bunch of bikinis strung together and didn't bother untangling them, throwing the items on her side of their suitcase, "now I need a hat."
Lucas smiled fondly at her, Bella wasn't even bothering to hide just how excited she was with them finally leaving for a honeymoon. After nearly ten months since they had gotten married, Luke had been over the moon to slip her the tickets, three weeks before.
She had even requested time off work, something Bella never did, normally insisting she could work from anywhere. Luke had seen her work from the hospital waiting room far too many times to count.
Their flight was Friday morning and it was only Wednesday night, but Lucas had everything ready already, from his suitcase, to their documentation, to their travel guide, hotel... Everything he could think of, he had managed and micromanaged, except for Bell.
Just glancing at her messy process of packing made his skin crawl, so he opted for not saying anything and waited until she finally zipped it up, taking far more shoes than he even thought possible for her to wear.
"You know we're going to a tropical island, right?" Lucas grabbed Bella's waist when she circled the bed in order to grab her jewelry, "I don't think you're gonna get any use out of the combat boots."
"You never know, it rains a lot in tropical places," Bella shrugged, falling against him on the bed, but keeping to the task at hand, sorting through the bunch of silver rings she had, "I'm taking it."
"Okay," Luke rolled his eyes, closing her jewelry box, "I want attention-"
"You're gonna have tons of attention, once we're there," Bella scoffed, squirming when he rolled them on the bed and pinned her down, "skull or snakes?" she raised the rings in front of him.
"Skulls, they're cuter," Luke pushed her hand away from his face, busying himself with kissing her neck, "so we’re taking a chastity vow until we land in Malé?"
Bella snorted at that, picking her earrings, moving her head slightly so he could continue to kiss her, "chastity is a strong word, I've always wanted to be a part of the mile high club."
Lucas laughed, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, "oh yeah, so we can get barred at the customs," he nibbled on her earlobe, "my wife the genius."
"Tonto," Bella scoffed, finally putting away all the items and planting a hand in the middle of his face, pushing him off of her, “help me pack, Luke.”
By the time Friday finally rolled on, Luke was feeling nearly sick with nerves. They had driven to Portland the night before, in order to avoid the maximum amount of fatigue possible, given the trip ahead of them was stupidly long. Their flight went to Philadelphia, where they caught a 10 hours long flight to London, stayed over the night and then in the morning caught another flight, this one 20 hours long, to the Maldives.
Luke had genuinely considered talking with Kit about the private jet, but just the off hand mention of his father’s name had Bella shutting down in a way he didn’t like. It didn’t used to be like that before Christmas and he wasn’t entirely sure what had changed since Bell promptly shut down any attempt of bringing up the topic.
Besides, as Jonah had pointed out to him while they chatted in gym, the private jet would need to do all the stops for fuel too, it’d only cut about five hours of their schedule.
“What’s in your mind?” Bell asked, as they strapped in for the first, shorter flight. Only two hours for Philly.
“Control freak bs,” Luke scoffed, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek, “my brain won’t stop.”
“I thought therapy was helping,” she teased him, turning her face for a proper kiss, “nothing is going to go wrong, it’s just plane trips. Very long, very tiring, but just plane trips.”
“Uhum,” Luke leaned in to plant his lips on her temple.
Since they’d be bored out of their minds, Bella had brought an old ipad, filled with movies. Luke leaned back his chair, frowning as he recognized the opening shot of the movie.
“Jaws? We’re going to a tropical island and you want to watch Jaws?”
“I like to be prepared,” Bella grinned, snuggling against his shoulder, “you did say we could swim in the ocean and that there’s a shark dive.”
“And you want to watch Jaws before swimming with the sharks?” He raised his eyebrows, clicking on the screen and then going back to the list of movies, “you only brought deadly animals movies… Tsunami movie… Isabella, what the fuck!”
Bell slapped his hand away, putting the movie back on, “it's good for you, builds character.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it does,” he said sourly, focusing on the movie.
The connection to the London flight was uneventful, Luke spending it updating their friends about their current location and taking his own paparazzi pictures of Bell, as she sprawled on the first class lounge, not a thought given to the dirty looks thrown her way.
He loved her.
“This is bigger than our house,” Bella snorted as they got in the plane and to their seats. For this flight Luke had splurged with first class tickets instead of regular ones and a private suite, since it was 10 hours long. Bell dropped her carry on in the large space between their seats, which were large like single beds, “really. Honest to God, bigger than my childhood room.”
Lucas knew for a fact this was pretty much true. He rolled his eyes, kissing the top of her head, “and private too, didn’t you want to be a part of the mile high club?”
“Now where’s the fun if it’s all private?” Bella teased him, falling sit and letting out a sigh, “I bet they have cameras everywhere here… Oh man, champagne? I feel like a princess.”
He couldn’t help but smile at her antics, sitting down as well and indulging Bell as she sat criss crossed next to him and continued to talk non stop.
Three hours into the trip and at least three glasses of champagne each, the instructions of “stay in your seats” were out of the window. Bella had climbed on his lap and she had her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him and letting out a happy sigh as Luke squeezed her ass over the jeans, when suddenly the plane lurched.
It was so sudden that Bella bit on his lip with force enough to draw blood and Luke pulled back with a shout.
“Bell!”
“Oh my God-” Bella whined, grabbing his shoulders, big blue eyes wide in her face, “what the fuck was that!?”
“Just a drop, Bella,” Luke glared at her, wiping the blood with his thumb, “it’s fine, relax…”
“Don’t tell me to relax,” she scoffed, but leaned in to kiss him again, bumping her nose with his, “sorry about your lip…”
“Uhm, kiss it better?” Lucas grinned, leaning further into his seat and planting a hand on her nape, pulling her in. He felt her smile against his lips and Luke was starting to feel suffocatingly warm, face tingling with how horny he was, when the plane lurched once more, this time around continuing to shake violently.
Bella let out a sound he wasn’t sure he had ever heard her do before, a whimper-cry, and hid her face on his neck, “Luke!”
“It’s okay, baby, it’s just turbulence…” He hugged her close and Bella squeezed him with all her force as the plane shook again.
“We’re getting nerfed down from the sky because of these stupid, expensive, gigantic cabins,” Bella whined, getting out of his lap and putting the seat belt on, a couple seconds before the red sign popped on the opposite wall.
The plane lowered once more, before going up, and even with the private cabin, they could hear the other passengers squeal. Bella’s face had gone from healthy tan to olive white and she was clutching the arm rests of her seat.
“I don’t wanna die on my honeymoon,” she whimpered, closing her eyes, “Luke-”
“It’s just turbulence,” Lucas planted his hand over hers, “I promise you we’ll not fall from the sky, this is fine…”
“It doesn’t feel fine!” Bella squealed as the plane kept shaking. She moved their hands, so she could squeeze his fingers and Luke cringed, Bell had quite the strong grip.
He leaned in, completely ignoring the shaking and going up and down that was causing his stomach to freeze, “talk with me, baby.”
“I- I can’t, we’re going to di-die…” Her voice shook under the weight of tears and Lucas scoffed, planting a kiss on her temple and squeezing Bella to him with his free hand. Over their heads, the lights went out.
“No, we’re not. Have I ever told you about our flight to Hong Kong when I was fifteen?” he leaned in and Bell shook her head, staying quiet to indicate she was listening, but still not opening her eyes.
“Dad was touring there and it was my birthday, so mom packed us both to Hong Kong,” Luke smoothed over the important stuff, leaving out the details. He hadn’t wanted to go to Hong Kong and his mom was actually going there for a business trip, not for his birthday. In fact, he wasn’t sure they had remembered it was his birthday until two days had passed, “and the flight was terrible, let me tell you. But we landed without any trouble, it was just clouds-” without any trouble because his mom had been knocked the fuck out by the wine, “we all got there in one piece. We’re gonna get to London perfectly safe too.”
“And- and your birthday?” Bella asked in a small voice. Luke wiped the tears off her face.
“I got to watch dad play, it was great,” he lied smoothly. He had spent it in the hotel room just outside the stadium his father was playing, puking his guts up after such a horrid flight, while his mother bossed her entire staff around.
Bella nodded, letting out a shuddery breath and the plane eased up the shaking. She sat up straight, leaning back on her seat and wiped at her face, while the overhead lights turned back on.
Lucas smiled at her, “see?”
“I’m gonna puke,” Bella groaned, ignoring his soft smile and Luke snorted, before realizing her lips had gone a terrible shade of white.
“Oh, you’re serious?”
“Yeah-” Bella cupped her mouth, “Lu-”
Luke scrambled to find an airsickness bag, but in first class these were hidden somewhere – it was not pleasing to imply rich people puked – so he settled for the champagne bucket, removing the bottle and holding it under Bell’s chin just in time to catch the first mouthful of sickly champagne vomit.
She hugged the bucket like a pro, so Lucas abandoned it, in order to hold her hair back with a hand, planting the other one on her forehead to help her support it. Bella let out a loud moan, echoing in the metal bucket, and he kissed the top of her head.
“You’re fine, it’s a lot of ups and downs…”
Bella sighed, pulling back and resting her forehead to the rim of the bucket, while Luke waited a second to pull back, “you good?”
“Think so…” she rasped, so he got her a water bottle from the huge dispenser under their seats. She took it with shaky hands, sniffling once more and took a small gulp, as Luke ignored the sign to stay with their seat belts and got up, to reach for his own carry on.
“Wendy told me to bring these-” he went through the contents in order to find the sea wristbands and Bella frowned, seeming exhausted as she turned to look at him… Only for the plane to drop once more.
“Fuck,” Bell groaned, lurching for the bucket, while Luke fell flat on his back on the ground, his backpack hitting his chest. He hugged it tightly, waiting until the plane stopped shaking in order to get back to his seat, and once he did he realized Bella was fully crying.
“Stay-” she let out a little burp, forcing up a pathetic gush of liquid, “in your fucking seat, Lucas.”
“Sorry,” he rubbed her back, “sorry. You don’t have to worry, I’m fine.”
Bella raised her head from the bucket in order to send him a bleary glare, her blue eyes even more blue due to the tears and the fact they were red rimmed, “I fucking hate flying,” she declared, turning back to the bucket once more and Luke cringed in sympathy.
“I know, I know, next time we travel we’ll go somewhere closer,” he promised, pushing the curls away from her mouth and rubbing back.
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Here's Day 4 of Whumptober!
Guys, please heed the warnings on this one. This contains some of my goriest stuff yet. (It's not too graphic, and it's in the context of a nightmare, but still.)
snez/illness/allergies/etc. meme! & EVEN MORE character snez/illness/allergy/etc. asks!! / ACCEPTING!
⚓️: Do they get seasick, carsick, or airsick at all? If so, how bad is it, generally? Can it be taken care of with medicine, or does that not help at all?
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❤️ Osomatsu doesn't usually get carsick or airsick, but shit, put him on a ship in the middle of the ocean and he's miserable. Even though it's not so bad that he's constantly puking, he's nauseous practically from the time he steps on until he gets back on dry land. He is able to help himself by staying on the upper deck, and medicine dulls the nausea enough that he usually can get away with just being sick a few times.
💙 Karamatsu gets motion sick pretty easily, especially on airplanes more than cars or ships. It comes along with a lot of dizziness and lightheadedness for him, and feeling like he can barely eat. The good thing about it is that medicine does work... but typically only if he takes it before the symptoms actually start. If he forgets or takes an additional dose after he starts feeling nauseous, it'll just barely make a dent in it.
💚 Choromatsu gets it so bad, it's not even funny. Almost always on ships or planes, though he can get it in cars if he looks out the window. He complicates it on ships by curling up belowdecks, which is the worst place for a seasick person. Motion sickness meds do an okay job, but if he has to be on a ship or a plane, he'll need something to throw up in for most of the journey, and he'll have vertigo the whole way.
💜 Ichimatsu is worst during car rides, and opposite of Choromatsu, he's so much worse when he isn't looking out the window. If he has to focus his eyes on anything inside the car as opposed to what they're driving by, he gets incredibly nauseous. Sticking his head out helps to get some fresh air, but most of the time, motion sickness medicine barely touches it, unfortunately.
💛 Jyushimatsu doesn't get too much motion sickness of any kind, not normally at least. His weakness is during airplane flights, but even that isn't too terrible for him. Once in a while it'll hit hard; for the most part, he throws up a couple times and feels better, and/or he brings motion sickness pills which help immensely. The worst part of it, for him, is the vertigo that comes with it, that has him squeezing his eyes shut and clinging to anyone who will let him.
💖 Totty actually gets sick on carnival rides, believe it or not, more than how any of his brothers feel ill. Car rides, boat rides, airplanes, he's fine... but put him on a roller coaster or a tilt-o'-whirl and, predictably, it doesn't take long for him to start vomiting. He avoids that shit like the plague, especially because he's dizzy for a while afterwards. Thankfully, if he can stop spinning long enough to take meds, they usually work pretty fast for him.
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And of course we can! I think the second the members get on a plane, their attention is all on Yoongi. It’s not super obvious, they’re not like, on top of him, but there’s going to be frequent glances, locating of literally every airsick bag within reach, eyes on the bathroom, without a doubt. The second he looks like he’s getting pale, I bet whoever’s sitting next to him will grab and ready an airsick bag just in case (because I think he can go from 0 to 100 real fast, pale and then projectile vomiting in seconds), and Yoongi’s probably too out of it to notice...eyes closed, leaning back, trying to steady his breathing.
Despite the convenience of an airsick bag, however, I think the members try to get Yoongi to the bathroom if they can because once he starts, there’s no guaranteeing he’ll stop. The second he’s catching his breath, if the plane dips? Fucked. It has happened before. He has filled two airsick bags and still managed to puke all over his lap. In those situations, I think he may even get a little emotional; there’s no dresser to pull pyjamas out of, shower to clean him off, and bed to tuck him into after he pukes all over himself, so a clean up with baby wipes has to suffice, and he always feels really guilty for it. He doesn’t vocalize it, but I think he definitely gets kinda teary eyed...if you ask him, though, he’ll probably blame it on exertion or something. Not out of pride, but to save himself from breaking down, honestly.
That’s what comes to mind immediately when I think of Yoongi’s airsickness, anyway. What were you thinking about, anon?
