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Finished the majority of the timeline (mostly the plot points), so requests open for all the OCs, but try to keep them not plot heavy? Just the fun bits I know you guys like.
Only OCs getting vetoed off are Chris and Wendy, who already have plenty fics in my timeline
Katherine woke up to sirens and bright blue flashing through the window. Shivering, she pulled the covers tighter around her, only for the shaking to intensify until it spread throughout her whole body. Icy water seemed to fill her chest and for a second she found it difficult to breathe.ย
Beside her, Corinna stirred. โYou alright?โ she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
Katherine couldnโt answer. She felt sick.ย
There was a rustling sound as Corinna got up and turned on the lamp. โKate,โ she said, with some urgency, reaching out to touch Katherineโs shoulder. It was then that Katherine realised she was hyperventilating. She rolled over and drew her knees to her chest, willing the episode to pass, staring determinedly at the wall so Corinna could not see her face. So she could not see the worry on hers.ย
โBad dream?โ Corinna asked. Katherine didnโt remember, so she shook her head. Her teeth were chattering. She couldnโt explain it. She had been sleeping โ dreamlessโ and now this. A little helpless noise escaped her. Without another word Corinna was by her side, arms wrapped around her firmly, head nestled onto Katherineโs shoulder. The warmth and weight of her body was comforting, and seemed to squash some of the shakiness out of her. Slowly, listening to the sound of Corinnaโs breath, Katherineโs own breathing began to slow.
โI donโt know what happened,โ Katherine managed to say, after a little while. โI donโtโ I just woke up, andโโ
โHey, itโs okay,โ said Corinna. โYouโll be alright. We can figure it out in the morning, yeah?โย
โYeah,โ Katherine whispered. If she had just a little bit of Corinnaโs confidence, she thought, maybe it really would be alright.
hello!! this is a little something i wrote for @vldwhumpmas2017 ! it is set in college au and on christmas eve.
Lance had awakened to a weird, monstrous sound coming from outside his room. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and attempted to figure out what the sound was.
โKeith? Whatโs that sound?โ Lance waited, but no reply came. He looked over at the single bed placed at the other end of the room, and Keith was nowhere to be seen, his sheets thrown over the bed like he was in a rush.
As his brain started to be able to think properly again, the โmonstrous soundsโ that he had thought he had heard before started sounding like faintโฆretching noises?
Lance got up as fast as he could, throwing the covers over his bed as he briskly walked out of the room (and almost tripping over his own feet), following the horrible retching noise which led him to the bathroom.
Before he even saw Keith, he could already smell the sour scent of his vomit. That could not be good.
The door to the bathroom was closed, but Lance was pleased to find that it was not locked as he easily pulled it open, revealing Keith. He was squatting in front of the toilet, knuckles gone white as his hands gripped onto the toilet seat for dear life. As he coughed and heaved, nothing but another string of saliva fell from his lips.
โHey, are you alright?โ Lance asked as he sat down next to the sick boy, steadying his shaky frame, โwho am I kidding, youโre definitely not fine.โ
Keith groaned, voluntarily leaning against Lanceโs stronger frame as he breathed heavily, exhausted from the non-stop heaving.
โWhat happened that caused this?โ Lance asked, worry evident in his voice.
โI donโt know..maybe itโs something I ate..?โ Keith stoned as if trying hard to remember something, โI canโt remember what I ate yesterday..โ his mind was way too fuzzy to process any sort of thought.
โThatโs alright. Are you any better? Do you want to go sit down on the couch?โ Lance asked, Keith nodded.
Lance winced inaudibly, the strong vomit stench coming from the toilet was starting to get to him, and he started to feel slightly nauseous as well. Figuring that they did not need another vomiting individual, Lance took a deep breath before stretching over to reach the flush button, flushing Keithโs vomit along with most of its stench down the toilet.
โOkay. I need you to stand for a bit, but just lean on me.โ Lance instructed, placing one of Keithโs arms around his own shoulders, โon the count of three. One, two, three.โ The two stood up, Keith mostly relying on Lance for support.
Lance had to mostly drag Keith to the couch, the sick boy far too weak to walk on his own. Keith had basically slumped down bonelessly when Lance placed him not-so-gently on the couch.
Lance left hurriedly, then returned back to Keithโs side with an armful of stuff that Keith could not make out in his haze. Keith was first handed a thermometer to put under his tongue. It came up to a whopping 39.3 degrees celcius (102 degrees farenheit).
โOkay, youโre burning. Thatโs not great. Now, take some medicine.โ Lance said as he held the glass and two white pills in front of Keith. Keith opened his eyes momentarily before closing his eyes again, shaking his head in protest as he groaned, โLook, Keithy boy, if you donโt take this, youโre going to die of dehydration right here on this couch. Iโm not sure if you want to die in this apartment.โ
Thankfully, Lanceโs words managed to bring a small smile to Keithโs face, โAnything but thatโฆโ Keith chuckled weakly as he sat up with Lanceโs help, swallowed the pills and drank the warm water before falling asleep once again.
Keith managed to get a good rest, which thankfully no longer consisted of fruitless gags, until it was time for the two of them to get ready to meet their friends for lunch.
โTell anyone that Iโm sick later at our Christmas Eve gathering and I will kill you.โ Keith said as he got up from the couch.
โAre you really feeling well enough to go for lunch..?โ Lance asked, still relatively unsure. The pallor in Keithโs face had managed to subside with the rest he had, but his fever was still high and was still suffering from some nausea.
โIโve been worse. Iโll make it.โ Keith muttered, putting his jacket on.
โNo you wonโt.โ Lance corrected.
โLook, Iโll just go there, have a bit of food, then come straight back to rest, alright? Stop worrying.โ Keith reassured as he grabbed his car keys and was about to place them in his pants pocket.
โYouโre NOT driving, dude.โ Lance shouted, running to his friend and swiftly snatching the keys from him and placing it in his own jacket pocket.
โItโs MY car???โ Keith retaliated, but sighed in submission.
In the car, Keith kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Lance was not a very good driver, he did not know how to smoothly maneuver around bumps that well, and Lance swore that he saw Keithโs complexion gradually turn green in the fifteen minutes they were driving for. But much to both of their relief, they had made it to the restaurant without any issue.
โWoah, Keith. Why are you so sweaty?โ was the first thing Hunk had asked when the two of them showed up, slightly late, at the restaurant.
โLance drove my car..โ Keith covered up, side-eyeing Lance as he took his seat.
โYikes. That must have been terrible.โ Pidge commented.
โIโm improving every day, okay? Give me a break.โ Lance defended, taking his seat as well.
โWeโve ordered steak for everyone by the way. The steak here is amazing.โ Shiro announced.
โOh..but I was going to just have like a sandwich or something..โ Keith said. Lance could already visualise in his head how bad Keith would have it after the meal.
โSorry, man. My discount coupons here are only for the steak.โ Hunk replied, waving his discount tickets that he had gotten from his mother.
โI-its okay, I guess.โ Keith forced a smile, stomach already protesting before the meal even came.
When the steak came, everyone had immediately dug into itโฆ.except for Lance and Keith. Lance was too busy observing Keith to actually start on his meal. The mere thought of Keith vomiting again also took the apetite right out of Lanceโs stomach.
Keith was trying not to be obvious as he played with the baby carrots on his plate. Just looking at the meat made him feel so nauseous that he could probably pass out. It took him a lot of courage to take his first tiny bite out of this carrot.
โKeith, you doing alright? Why arenโt you eating?โ Shiro asked, concern evident in the way he spoke.
Keith forced a smile, โYeah.. just that schoolโs been really taxing, you know? Iโm just exhausted.โ To overcome the worried faces staring back at him, he stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, chewing it as if it was delicious and swallowing it forcefully.
At this point, Lance was so horrified he just stared at Keith, wide-eyed. Keith was continuously forcing the food on his plate down his throat, frustrated at his own body and was attempting to force it back into working properly again.
Keithโs terrible coping mechanism had been pretty successful for about a good two minutes before he could not take it anymore. โExcuse me for a second. I need to get to the bathroom real quick..โ he murmured as he stood up, walking as fast as his shaking legs could carry him to the bathroom. Lance was extremely tempted to run after him, but was afraid that the action would give it away that something was not right.
Minutes passed, and Keith still had not returned from the bathroom. Lance was impatiently shaking his legs under the table and trying his best not to let the panic show on his face.
โKeith has been gone for really long. Lance, would you go check on him?โ Pidge asked.
Lance never shot up as quickly as he had just did. โYup! No problemo, my dudes. Iโll bring him right back!โ Lance basically shouted before running towards the bathroom.
As Lance pushed open the door to the Menโs room, he could already hear the familiar loud, horrendous retching noises echoing through the room. He pushed open the only closed stall door to reveal Keith, shaking like a leaf, collapsed against a stall divider as tears streamed down his face. Lance rubbed his back until his heaving subsided and eventually stopped.
โAlright buddy, weโre going home.โ Lance stated firmly, and Keith knew there was no room for negotiation as he was pulled up on his feet, supported by Lance, โRinse your mouth while I head back to the table to grab the keys, alright? Iโll be real quick.โ Lance said as he walked Keith to the sink and made sure that Keith could steady himself against a wall before running off.
The others were alarmed when Lance ran back to the table, scrambling to get Keithโs keys as he hurriedly explained, โKeithโs been really sick, so Iโm bringing him back to our place, alright? You can drop by our dorm after youโre done with the lunch if you want. See ya later!โ before running off.
โOh, alright! Drive safely!โ Shiro shouted back, loud enough for Lance to hear as he ran off to get Keith.
Lance had tried his very best to drive safely, and he did his very best as a caretaker back at their apartment too. Keith odd stomach bug, or whatever it was, had thankfully gotten a lot better by the next day, so Christmas Day wasnโt that terrible for them after all.
Side note but whatโs the program/site youโre using to make the timeline? Very much interested for my own writing ๐
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Milanote! It's a free app/website, though in my opinion it's a million times better in the desktop version. It allows you to create moodboards, drag notes around (that's how I did the timeline), brainstorm, etc. I really love it.
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Luke was standing in the kitchen, clutching a decaf coffee in his hand and staring out of the backyard window when Vince stumbled in, yawning.
"Hey man," Vin rubbed at his face, heading straight to the coffee machine, "morning."
"Morning..."
Vin, still a zombie from sleep, moved around quietly as he put together his breakfast. Lucas had an abandoned bowl of cereal, soggy now, that Vin peeped at as he made himself a sandwich. Weird that his best friend hadn't devoured it by now, but oh well.
They ate in silence, or rather, Vin ate, Luke kept mimicking a statue, and then Vince stepped closer to handwash his dishes, "what's up?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're acting weird, are you still asleep?" Vince looked around the kitchen in search of a dishcloth to dry his plate, sparing Lucas a glance.
"Yeah, probably," Luke mumbled, taking a gulp of his coffee, voice quiet. Vin frowned.
"Are you feeling okay, buddy?" He stepped closer, smacked his cold humid hand against Luke's forehead and snorted as this caused the other man to finally wake up and jump back.
"Dude!" Luke cried out, "I'm fine, just nervous."
"What about?" Vin's voice was coated from amusement at the previous reaction and he put his plate back in the cabinet, starting to dry his mug.
"Aveorspoinment-" Luke mumbled, all the words sticking together, muffled as he took another gulp of coffee.
"Uh?" Vince circled him, putting away his mug in the lower cabinet, snorting at the assortment they had. Bella wasn't a collector, per se, but she hoarded them, and she had several merch ones, as well as more witchy weird mugs. Vin had been drinking out of one in the shape of a cauldron, all in black, with the sayings "witches brew" on the side.
"I have a doctor's appointment," Luke said, his voice small, despondent.
Vin was a whole more awake now. He walked right back to his friend.
"Doctor's appointment?" He parroted, surprised, "what for? You're going by yourself?"
It was not a secret that Luke despised doctor's. His hospital phobia was well known and Vince had been the one to sit through blood exams more than once with him, clutching Luke's hand and trying to avoid getting his shoes puked on.
"Fertility bullshit," Luke scoffed, cheeks turning pink.
"Oh, okay, so I know why I was not told about this, but shouldn't Bell go with you?" Vince asked, confused, "I mean, she knows you're super freaked out about doctors..."
"I asked her not to," Luke's face was even redder, embarrassed, which was a rare sight. Vince was pretty sure he could count on his fingers the amount of times he had seen Luke be this bashful, "I'm doing a- a spermogram, and I don't think-"
"Oooh okay," Vince's tone got coated with humor, he jabbed his elbow on Luke's side in a teasing manner, "jerking off appointment... Wouldn't that be more reason for Bell to tag along?"
Luke scoffed, rolling his eyes, "that is not the problem," he shoved Vin's elbow away, "I just- If they give the results right away, I don't want her there."
Vince dropped his arm, since Luke wasn't cheered up in the slightest by the egging on him, "your results will be fine," he promised, which only caused Luke to wince.
"That would mean Bell's might not be and that sucks," he chugged the rest of his coffee, putting the mug down with a little more force than necessary, "she'd be devastated. And if mine aren't- That sucks too."
"What if you're both healthy?" Vin frowned at him, voice gentle, "I mean, you two seem really healthy, that's absolutely a possibility. Try not to think of the wor-"
"Then we're both healthy and there's no reason for no baby and we just have to wait, which also fucking sucks," Luke scoffed, rubbing his face, "it's just a shitty day."
"Yeah," Vince agreed, running out of reassurances. He grimaced, "when is it gonna be? I could try get one of the teachers to cover my class and-"
"No, it's fine," Luke shook his head, then finally looked at his cereal bowl and made a face, disposing it down the drain, "go to your class, I think I just have to do this alone."
"...Okay, man," Vin gave Luke's nape a quick squeeze, "but call me if you change your mind, I'll figure it out."
Luke offered him a tight lipped smile and then Vince had to run out to get ready for work.
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The first time he had heard about spermogram, Lucas had laughed. The forever teenager in him couldn't help but snicker at the fact he'd have to watch porn mandated by the doctor's, in order to jerk off in a cup.
It had been sooo funny, when he first read on the details, Bella kissing his neck and saying she could tag along and make it all easier-
It wasn't easy. At all.
He was shoved in a little room with a TV and a laptop with internet connection, a stretcher that gave him the creeps and the stupid plastic cup, a bathroom attached for easy clean up. It was horrible.
Eventually Luke had ended up down an old album of nudes from Bella, on his phone, and done the deed after thirty minutes of struggling. He felt like a failure, freaking out over something so mundane that other men in the clinic were managing easily. Like he couldn't deliver on the easiest part of the deal, how did have any hopes of being a good father, a good husband... This was all a preface to the results, Luke decided. A spoiler.
He also felt guilty, because while he desperately didn't want those results, but the idea that Bella would get them was even worse. He was guilty of the relief he'd feel, when this meant his wife would feel the opposite of it. What a shit show.
Luke felt clammy and dizzy by the time he had to take the little cup back to the lab window. It was some sort of humiliation ritual, holding a jizz cup as he walked out of the masturbation room. There must've been a less distressing way to do this exam.
It must've shown on his face when he went to the front desk, because the girl there looked incredibly sympathetic as she said, "no, the results only come in a couple of days, we'll call you... And if it's necessary to repeat the exam, you can do it at home. We'll send you all the info necessary."
Goddammit.
A couple of days was going to eat his sanity away. He really didn't want to get the results in a random day, in the middle of work. Nevertheless, there wasn't much he could do about it.
Bella: How was it??
Bella: are you still in there?
Bella: want me to call? ๐
He smiled at his phone, pressing his forehead to the steering wheel and trying to control his heart before getting back on the road. Bell wasn't home, she'd be out all day, to meet with Wendy and then with Marilyn on the evening.
Lucas: Just got out, heading home. How was it with Wendy?
There was no immediate answer, so he pocketed his phone and decided to get on the road.
He should've waited.
His heart was racing still, from mortification yes, but also just pure anxiety. When he stopped at a red light, Luke wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, breathing deeply through his nose to fight the growing nausea.
He felt ridiculous, losing it like this, but at least he was alone and Bella didn't have to deal with him having a meltdown over something so benign as waiting for fertility results, when she had to deal with a similar disappointment, if not worse, every damn month.
As soon as he pulled up inside the garage, Luke opened the car door and threw up all over the floor. Actual vomit too, weird considering all he had had to eat all day was a cup of decaf and half a bowl of soggy cereal.
He hung over the puddle, clutching the car door for his dear life and coughed, stomach squeezing once more and more chunky liquid hitting the floor. His mouth was watering like crazy and he felt awful, and so so guilty.
A burp snuck up, bringing with it the bitter taste of rotten milk and he gagged again, harshly, another mouthful of vomit rushing up and stealing his oxygen, leaving him panting, tears clumping his lashes together.
Luke sniffled, forced up another burp, trying to ease the tight knot across his middle, and then sat up straight inside the car, avoiding looking at the mess. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning his head back against the seat and breathing in and out slowly.
He planted a hand to his stomach, hoping it was empty, wincing at the churning inside. Luke blew out a breath, heart starting to slow down, just as his phone rang.
He reached for it blindly, knowing it was Bell before he picked it up.
"Hi?" His voice was hoarse and growly, he cleared his throat, and wiped at his eyes as if someone could see him, "babe?"
"Oh, hi baby," Vin's voice was humorous, "just calling in to check on you, man, are you still at the clinic?"
Luke let out a shaky huff, hoping Vince couldn't hear just how close to tears he was.
"No," he muffled a sickly burp on his fist, tilting the phone away, "just got back home. It was fine."
Luke let out a huff, glancing at the kaleidoscopic mess right outside of his door, "yep."
"Alright buddy, gonna get back to lunch then," Vince was already distant, the sound of whistling behind him and kids shouting, "see you later."
"See you, thank you for checking up," he waited until the call disconnected, before lowering his head to the steering wheel and letting out a deep sigh, stomach aching and head pounding from the previous adrenaline spike.
Cleaning up was a chore, but he wasn't about to leave that huge mess in the garage, and so he got to it, even if it ended with Luke burping helplessly over the bucket of soiled water, bringing up a whole new mouthful of sick.
He stumbled inside to get rid of the mess and then wiped the garage floor once more, with disinfectant, before collapsing on the couch, far too exhausted to climb up the stairs all the way to his bedroom. He just needed to close his eyes a little.
Luke woke up with Bella pressing a kiss to his temple, fingers combing through his hair. Her face was right up to his and he frowned, looking around and noticing it was now dark outside.
"Hi..."
"Hi," Bella sat on the edge of the couch, knee slotting into his armpit, "why are you asleep in the middle of the day?"
"Uh... it's night...?"
She rolled her eyes and he noticed some of her mascara was out of place, eyeliner smeared. Had she been crying?
"How was it with Wendy and Marilyn?"
"Are you sick?" Bell ignored his question, hand coming to cup his cheek and then his forehead. Her hand was freezing, but she didn't find any fever, "good, you'd have to do the exam again if you were."
He winced at the memory, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand down, "how was it with Wen?"
Bella shrugged, lowering her eyes, "as you'd expect."
Even if he couldn't tell by her body language that she was upset, her tone would've been pretty obvious. Luke let out a sigh, opening his arms and pulling Bella to him. She went without a fight, getting on top of him and accepting the hug, snuggling up against him.
"I'm sorry, Bell."
"It's fine," she sighed, "at least it's done... Why does your breath smell like puke?"
He groaned, squirming so she wasn't so further up in his arms, "because I puked."
"Ah... Gross," Bella moved her face so her nose was to his collarbone, wrapping an arm around his middle, "was it that bad?"
"Just... I was nervous."
"Very nervous," she corrected, hand sliding to move into gentle, slow circles over his shirt, "thank you for doing it for us."
He melted against the cushions, vaguely thinking they should move up to the bed so Vin wouldn't walk on them cuddled up like that.
"It's fine," he kissed the top of her head, quoting her words back to her, "at least it's done now."
garbage disposal ass boyfriend who you can always give your food to when you can't finish it and he's so polite he doesn't turn down even a full plate of stuff so he ends up with quite the round and taut belly but he knows it was worth it for the rubs at home
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She wasn't expecting to run on Vince. Really, she wasn't.
Not that Wendy didn't want to see him, she had, in fact, been blowing up his phone with requests for them to meet, but Vince was being his avoidant self and had either dodged her with some flimsy excuse or just plain "forgotten" to read. It had been the thing she most disliked about him when they were dating and it still was, but now she was sort of glad he hadn't responded to her invitation for lunch, when Bella had opted to do brunch instead.
She wasn't sure she could take two heartbreaks in a row.
At least Wendy had dinner plans with Jonah and he wouldn't judge her too harshly for being so upset over how things had gone down with Bell.
Therefore, Wendy was beyond surprised when she rounded the corner of her grocery store and ran straight into a back she knew too well, a sweater she was pretty sure she had picked months before...
"I'm so sorry- Wendy?" Vince's voice went up a whole octave as he turned around to look at whoever had just hit him with a shopping cart and Wendy's mouth dried up.
She hadn't seen him since the hospital intercalation โ and he had looked so furious then โand she was not prepared to just run into him, "I... I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's fine," he rubbed the sore spot on his hip, shrugging, dark eyes ranking over her. Wendy knew she looked a mess, even without a mirror. She had spent the last hours crying at home, finally washing her face and deciding to get the groceries necessary for her planned dinner with Jon, "how are you?"
"I'm... Okay," she lied, taking a step back in order to tilt her cart, so it wasn't putting such a big distance between them. Vince looked great. Wendy wasn't sure if it was her brain playing tricks on her, but he seemed to be glowing. It landed like a blow to her stomach, the fact he was thriving like a flower in bloom, away from her. Was she that bad? "how- How are you...?"
"Eh," Vin shrugged, "uhm, I was-" he frowned, as if debating if he should share his dinner plans with her or not. Would it break her heart to hear that Vin was heading to Bella's place, to cook her dinner? Would she choke on jealousy like one would with bile? Or, hell, was he going on a date with someone else?
The thought alone made her feel nauseous and Wendy sucked in a breath through her teeth. Vince wouldn't. They hadn't been broken up for that long. Right...?
"I was going back to Luke's," Vince said, eventually, "what about-" he gestured to her cart and Wendy followed his gaze.
It must've looked suspicious, the two bottles of wine, several charcuterie items stacked too. Wendy guessed โ hoped โ he was having the exact same thoughts as she had been having a second before, "Oh! These- Jon- Jonah is coming over so-"
"Ah..." He scratched his cheeks and she realized he was clean shaven, none of the scruff she used to adore. Maybe that was why he was glowing, "do you want to sit down? Outside, I mean."
She nodded and they headed to the cashier, paying their groceries separately, but Vince took the bags from her, flashing a brilliant smile her way. She was going to die.
The cashier was eyeing him up and down and gave Wendy a proud look when he took the bags, causing Wendy to recoil into herself. A couple months before and she'd have been beaming with pride at having such a handsome, well mannered boyfriend. Now there she was.
Outside of the grocery store โ one that was near her place and that she used to frequent with him, which made her have some stupid spark of hope that he had gone out of his way to come here in hopes of running into her โ there were a couple tables scattered near an adjacent cafe, if it could even be called that. More like a stand, facing the parking lot.
It didn't matter.
Vin planted their groceries on the ground and pulled a chair for her and Wendy felt like she was suffocating, mind flashing to three years before, to a Japanese dinner where they had been sitting on the floor and she had been drinking his attention like alcohol.
He sat down in front of her, grimacing when his knee hit the table, and frustrating pulling his chair back. Wendy couldn't tear her eyes away, she felt like some sort of predator, watching his every move.
"So..." Vin said, awkwardly, his cheeks already turning pink. He tugged on the neckline of his sweater, as if it was choking him, "you... You wanted us to talk, right...?"
"Right," Wendy stared at her hands, unable to speak if she kept looking at him, "I- I wanted to apologize," it felt weird, saying the same speech she had just said hours before, "I was terrible. I was... Manipulative and cruel," Bella's voice rang through her head, saying that exact word. Cruel.
Wendy hadn't ever thought herself cruel. Vicious, obsessive, manipulative, she had thought of before. Back in high school and now... But cruel? It left a bitter taste in her mouth how truthful it was.
"I... I ruined your birthday party, I'm sorry," the easy stuff first, she organized it in her mind, refusing to meet his eyes, "I ruined everything with Max too, and I'll apologize to him as well... I kinda ruined his life-"
"That's not true, Wen-"
"No, I- Let me say it," she balled her hands into fists, because fuck every single cell in her body wanted Vince to say no, you're none of that. Comfort and coddle her and brush it off. Take her back, "I messed things up with Max, I did. I also lashed out on you, more than once, when you pointed out how I was acting. I was vicious towards Bella, I wanted to hurt her and I did, no matter what it cost... And when you didn't agree with it, I hurt you too. And it felt fucking great at the moment, which- Fuck, it haunts me. Who does that to someone they love?"
"Wendy," Vin's voice came from underwater, a million miles away. Her head snapped up and Wendy realized she had dug her nails into her palms with so much force they had left red marks behind. She pressed them down to the cold metal of the table, met Vince's eyes.
Bella had been all careful detachment and stoicism, Vince was warmth. His dark eyes were watery and he looked like she had just sucker punched him.
"Ye-yes?" Her breath caught, Wendy hadn't realized she had started to cry and she angrily wiped away the tears. More followed, she raised a hand to keep him put and turned her face away, shaking with sobs and sucking in air, trying to get it under control. She didn't want to manipulate him with tears, that wasn't it... She just couldn't stop.
"Hey," Vince had circled the table and he tugged on her metal chair, turning it towards him, crouched down in front of her, "hey, shh-" a hand coming up to cup her face, thumbs wiping away the tears, "oh, honey."
That did it.
Wendy folded and Vince surged forward, hugging her as she melted into sobs, fingers curling into his sweater and tears rolling down her cheeks, "I'mss-I'msorry... I'm so so-"
Her chest was hurting and she was struggling to breathe, so she stopped repeating it over and over, trying to catch her breath. Vince's hand on the middle of her back seemed to be the only thing keeping her body parts together, she felt as if he pulled back, she'd fall apart like a broken lego.
Her nose was blocked, it annoyed her because she wanted to bury it in his neck and inhale him. Wendy settled for bringing a hand up to his hair, fingers curling into the dark ringlets and waves.
He pulled back first, of course he did, because she wouldn't have. She'd have stayed hugging him until night turned into day, probably. Vince's face was wrinkly from where it has pressed against her head, tear marked too. She thought of his voice breaking over the phone, clearly crying, saying "You're breaking my heart, Wendy"
The way his brows connected and disdain coated his voice the last time they had talked, how he had looked genuinely disgusted by her presence, placing himself between her and his sister. She didn't think she could ever forget him looking at her like that.
"Please," Wendy begged, although she wasn't sure what she was begging for. Forgiveness? For him to take her back?
He wiped the tears away from her face, opened a wobbly watery smile and Wendy smiled back at him, a hysterical chuckle bubbling up that brought even more tears in its wake. A telepathic conversation of we're such a mess.
"Do you forgive me?" She croaked, as Vin collected the tears once again, treating her as if she was made of porcelain.
"Of course I do," Vin let out a huff, his lips pressed to her brow, a branding kiss, "I love you."
Her heart finished breaking, a rubber band snapping, a sob bubbling up and Vin's hand cupping the back of her head, pressing her to him.
"Take me back," Wendy asked, because ego and pride were a distant thing to her at this point. She lowered her head to his shoulder as Vin pressed a kiss to the top of her head, knew the words before he even said them.
"You know I can't do that, Wen," choked out, like it pained him to say it. She was begging for him to not break up with her, down on her knees, in the living room of her apartment. Wendy had known then, what she knew now. It was over.
But, God, hadn't it been over so many times before? Hadn't she toyed this possibility a multitude of times before, when he had left to Doveport, and when she had sprung on him the fact she didn't want kids? They had been over before, they had fixed it then, they could-
"It's better this way," Vin had lowered himself back to her eyes and she missed him instantly. She shook her head vehemently and he sighed, pained, "it is, honey, it is."
Wendy hesitated, held her breath, then nodded. She hadn't expected anything different, even if she had hoped it. It wasn't like with Bella, blindsided and from the left field. She had known she had ruined it with Vince for a very long time now. Standing on ice that had already cracked, unable to move forward or back.
"Please, go."
He looked as if he had been slapped by her words, but Vince let go of her immediately. He wiped at his face, grabbed his bags, then lingered. Pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
Then he walked away and she was left outside the grocery store, the night's chilly wind sipping through her clothes. Empty, devoid of tears by now.
She felt frozen to the spot, thoughts running a vicious circle of replaying her meeting him for the first time, that stupid jacket of his, then all the moments she had thought he was the rest of her life-
You're breaking my heart.
Good thing you're not my girlfriend.
Of course I forgive you, I love you.
She entered home and planted her bags on the table, stared around the empty apartment. It felt cavernous, far too big for her. A matchbox would've done. A bathroom.
He had taken everything already. Not a single forgotten sweater or a book she could bring to his place under the guise of returning it. Not a shirt she could put on right now, not even a fucking kitchen utensil, a ceramic pan she could throw out of her window and watch it smash on the ground six storeys down.
There wasn't a single speck of Vince in her place and she hated it. Even his aftershave, lavender, hadn't clung to her clothing as it normally would have, maybe washed away by all the crying. Wendy grit her teeth, wanting to crawl out of her own skin.
Jonah was coming over.
He'd take- He'd fix this, somehow.
I don't believe you.
You're breaking my heart.
Wendy planted her sweaty hands on the dinner table she barely used. It felt manipulative. All of it, all of her. The tears and the fact she couldn't breathe and thoughts running circles in her mind, it felt performative, fraudulent. So why couldn't it just stop?
Jonah-
Her phone buzzed.
Wendy reached for it.
Jon: Hey, can we reschedule to tomorrow? Leo's not feeling well, I don't want to leave him alone rn.
She dropped her phone down and grabbed the grocery bag. Walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Luke was standing in the kitchen, clutching a decaf coffee in his hand and staring out of the backyard window when Vince stumbled in, yawning.
"Hey man," Vin rubbed at his face, heading straight to the coffee machine, "morning."
"Morning..."
Vin, still a zombie from sleep, moved around quietly as he put together his breakfast. Lucas had an abandoned bowl of cereal, soggy now, that Vin peeped at as he made himself a sandwich. Weird that his best friend hadn't devoured it by now, but oh well.
They ate in silence, or rather, Vin ate, Luke kept mimicking a statue, and then Vince stepped closer to handwash his dishes, "what's up?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're acting weird, are you still asleep?" Vince looked around the kitchen in search of a dishcloth to dry his plate, sparing Lucas a glance.
"Yeah, probably," Luke mumbled, taking a gulp of his coffee, voice quiet. Vin frowned.
"Are you feeling okay, buddy?" He stepped closer, smacked his cold humid hand against Luke's forehead and snorted as this caused the other man to finally wake up and jump back.
"Dude!" Luke cried out, "I'm fine, just nervous."
"What about?" Vin's voice was coated from amusement at the previous reaction and he put his plate back in the cabinet, starting to dry his mug.
"Aveorspoinment-" Luke mumbled, all the words sticking together, muffled as he took another gulp of coffee.
"Uh?" Vince circled him, putting away his mug in the lower cabinet, snorting at the assortment they had. Bella wasn't a collector, per se, but she hoarded them, and she had several merch ones, as well as more witchy weird mugs. Vin had been drinking out of one in the shape of a cauldron, all in black, with the sayings "witches brew" on the side.
"I have a doctor's appointment," Luke said, his voice small, despondent.
Vin was a whole more awake now. He walked right back to his friend.
"Doctor's appointment?" He parroted, surprised, "what for? You're going by yourself?"
It was not a secret that Luke despised doctor's. His hospital phobia was well known and Vince had been the one to sit through blood exams more than once with him, clutching Luke's hand and trying to avoid getting his shoes puked on.
"Fertility bullshit," Luke scoffed, cheeks turning pink.
"Oh, okay, so I know why I was not told about this, but shouldn't Bell go with you?" Vince asked, confused, "I mean, she knows you're super freaked out about doctors..."
"I asked her not to," Luke's face was even redder, embarrassed, which was a rare sight. Vince was pretty sure he could count on his fingers the amount of times he had seen Luke be this bashful, "I'm doing a- a spermogram, and I don't think-"
"Oooh okay," Vince's tone got coated with humor, he jabbed his elbow on Luke's side in a teasing manner, "jerking off appointment... Wouldn't that be more reason for Bell to tag along?"
Luke scoffed, rolling his eyes, "that is not the problem," he shoved Vin's elbow away, "I just- If they give the results right away, I don't want her there."
Vince dropped his arm, since Luke wasn't cheered up in the slightest by the egging on him, "your results will be fine," he promised, which only caused Luke to wince.
"That would mean Bell's might not be and that sucks," he chugged the rest of his coffee, putting the mug down with a little more force than necessary, "she'd be devastated. And if mine aren't- That sucks too."
"What if you're both healthy?" Vin frowned at him, voice gentle, "I mean, you two seem really healthy, that's absolutely a possibility. Try not to think of the wor-"
"Then we're both healthy and there's no reason for no baby and we just have to wait, which also fucking sucks," Luke scoffed, rubbing his face, "it's just a shitty day."
"Yeah," Vince agreed, running out of reassurances. He grimaced, "when is it gonna be? I could try get one of the teachers to cover my class and-"
"No, it's fine," Luke shook his head, then finally looked at his cereal bowl and made a face, disposing it down the drain, "go to your class, I think I just have to do this alone."
"...Okay, man," Vin gave Luke's nape a quick squeeze, "but call me if you change your mind, I'll figure it out."
Luke offered him a tight lipped smile and then Vince had to run out to get ready for work.
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The first time he had heard about spermogram, Lucas had laughed. The forever teenager in him couldn't help but snicker at the fact he'd have to watch porn mandated by the doctor's, in order to jerk off in a cup.
It had been sooo funny, when he first read on the details, Bella kissing his neck and saying she could tag along and make it all easier-
It wasn't easy. At all.
He was shoved in a little room with a TV and a laptop with internet connection, a stretcher that gave him the creeps and the stupid plastic cup, a bathroom attached for easy clean up. It was horrible.
Eventually Luke had ended up down an old album of nudes from Bella, on his phone, and done the deed after thirty minutes of struggling. He felt like a failure, freaking out over something so mundane that other men in the clinic were managing easily. Like he couldn't deliver on the easiest part of the deal, how did have any hopes of being a good father, a good husband... This was all a preface to the results, Luke decided. A spoiler.
He also felt guilty, because while he desperately didn't want those results, but the idea that Bella would get them was even worse. He was guilty of the relief he'd feel, when this meant his wife would feel the opposite of it. What a shit show.
Luke felt clammy and dizzy by the time he had to take the little cup back to the lab window. It was some sort of humiliation ritual, holding a jizz cup as he walked out of the masturbation room. There must've been a less distressing way to do this exam.
It must've shown on his face when he went to the front desk, because the girl there looked incredibly sympathetic as she said, "no, the results only come in a couple of days, we'll call you... And if it's necessary to repeat the exam, you can do it at home. We'll send you all the info necessary."
Goddammit.
A couple of days was going to eat his sanity away. He really didn't want to get the results in a random day, in the middle of work. Nevertheless, there wasn't much he could do about it.
Bella: How was it??
Bella: are you still in there?
Bella: want me to call? ๐
He smiled at his phone, pressing his forehead to the steering wheel and trying to control his heart before getting back on the road. Bell wasn't home, she'd be out all day, to meet with Wendy and then with Marilyn on the evening.
Lucas: Just got out, heading home. How was it with Wendy?
There was no immediate answer, so he pocketed his phone and decided to get on the road.
He should've waited.
His heart was racing still, from mortification yes, but also just pure anxiety. When he stopped at a red light, Luke wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, breathing deeply through his nose to fight the growing nausea.
He felt ridiculous, losing it like this, but at least he was alone and Bella didn't have to deal with him having a meltdown over something so benign as waiting for fertility results, when she had to deal with a similar disappointment, if not worse, every damn month.
As soon as he pulled up inside the garage, Luke opened the car door and threw up all over the floor. Actual vomit too, weird considering all he had had to eat all day was a cup of decaf and half a bowl of soggy cereal.
He hung over the puddle, clutching the car door for his dear life and coughed, stomach squeezing once more and more chunky liquid hitting the floor. His mouth was watering like crazy and he felt awful, and so so guilty.
A burp snuck up, bringing with it the bitter taste of rotten milk and he gagged again, harshly, another mouthful of vomit rushing up and stealing his oxygen, leaving him panting, tears clumping his lashes together.
Luke sniffled, forced up another burp, trying to ease the tight knot across his middle, and then sat up straight inside the car, avoiding looking at the mess. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning his head back against the seat and breathing in and out slowly.
He planted a hand to his stomach, hoping it was empty, wincing at the churning inside. Luke blew out a breath, heart starting to slow down, just as his phone rang.
He reached for it blindly, knowing it was Bell before he picked it up.
"Hi?" His voice was hoarse and growly, he cleared his throat, and wiped at his eyes as if someone could see him, "babe?"
"Oh, hi baby," Vin's voice was humorous, "just calling in to check on you, man, are you still at the clinic?"
Luke let out a shaky huff, hoping Vince couldn't hear just how close to tears he was.
"No," he muffled a sickly burp on his fist, tilting the phone away, "just got back home. It was fine."
Luke let out a huff, glancing at the kaleidoscopic mess right outside of his door, "yep."
"Alright buddy, gonna get back to lunch then," Vince was already distant, the sound of whistling behind him and kids shouting, "see you later."
"See you, thank you for checking up," he waited until the call disconnected, before lowering his head to the steering wheel and letting out a deep sigh, stomach aching and head pounding from the previous adrenaline spike.
Cleaning up was a chore, but he wasn't about to leave that huge mess in the garage, and so he got to it, even if it ended with Luke burping helplessly over the bucket of soiled water, bringing up a whole new mouthful of sick.
He stumbled inside to get rid of the mess and then wiped the garage floor once more, with disinfectant, before collapsing on the couch, far too exhausted to climb up the stairs all the way to his bedroom. He just needed to close his eyes a little.
Luke woke up with Bella pressing a kiss to his temple, fingers combing through his hair. Her face was right up to his and he frowned, looking around and noticing it was now dark outside.
"Hi..."
"Hi," Bella sat on the edge of the couch, knee slotting into his armpit, "why are you asleep in the middle of the day?"
"Uh... it's night...?"
She rolled her eyes and he noticed some of her mascara was out of place, eyeliner smeared. Had she been crying?
"How was it with Wendy and Marilyn?"
"Are you sick?" Bell ignored his question, hand coming to cup his cheek and then his forehead. Her hand was freezing, but she didn't find any fever, "good, you'd have to do the exam again if you were."
He winced at the memory, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand down, "how was it with Wen?"
Bella shrugged, lowering her eyes, "as you'd expect."
Even if he couldn't tell by her body language that she was upset, her tone would've been pretty obvious. Luke let out a sigh, opening his arms and pulling Bella to him. She went without a fight, getting on top of him and accepting the hug, snuggling up against him.
"I'm sorry, Bell."
"It's fine," she sighed, "at least it's done... Why does your breath smell like puke?"
He groaned, squirming so she wasn't so further up in his arms, "because I puked."
"Ah... Gross," Bella moved her face so her nose was to his collarbone, wrapping an arm around his middle, "was it that bad?"
"Just... I was nervous."
"Very nervous," she corrected, hand sliding to move into gentle, slow circles over his shirt, "thank you for doing it for us."
He melted against the cushions, vaguely thinking they should move up to the bed so Vin wouldn't walk on them cuddled up like that.
"It's fine," he kissed the top of her head, quoting her words back to her, "at least it's done now."
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Hi soup. Can we do a leo fic. Like his tummy is very bloated for whatever reason you choose and heโs very uncomfortable and jonah is rubbing his belly and helping him burp. You can choose if it house emeto or not but I just want him to have a very bloated belly that makes him very gassy from both ends. Thank youuu. ๐
Jonah moved around the apartment, picking up JD by the scruff and chuckling when she let out an indignant meow. He pressed a kiss between her ears, keeping her up as he continued to wipe down every surface that was visible.
Leo was out with Max, they were apparently working on some decor project on Daniel's apartment, and Leo was very excited about it. Jonah had planned on lazing around, then he had dinner plans with Wendy. A dinner and a movie, four hours spent together where he could get a good look at her. He was on suspension from work, so truly a mini vacations.
Somehow, his impromptu cleaning of the kitchen had turned into the whole place and he was quite fine with it. Music was playing, JD had climbed up his arm and was now getting comfortable balancing herself on his shoulder, the little minx that she was...
The front door opened and in walked Leo, slamming it shut.
"Oh- Hi?" Jon jumped, surprised, causing JD to sink her nails on his back and jump down.
"Hi."
"Uhh... I thought you were going to be out until later?" Jonah circled the television rack he had been cleaning, walking closer.
Leo was in his full fratboy glory, something Jonah rarely saw these days. He loved it, reminded him of when they had met. The blonde's hair was held back by a snapback and he was wearing jeans covered in dried paint splashes, as well as a black wifebeater with dust marks on it. His cheeks were pink.
"I was," Leo crossed his arms, staring ahead, "Max kicked me out."
"Daniels kicked you out?" Jonah wrinkled his nose, disliking the sentence, "why would he do that? Aren't you doing free labor for him?"
"Yeah!" Leo scoffed, clearly offended, "but he said he was done with the painting today and kicked me out. I think I got on his nerves."
"You?" Jonah rolled his eyes, as if he didn't know damn well Leo could be annoying when he wanted to be. But fuck Max Daniels, why the hell was he making Leo feel like he was a burden?
Jon mentally put a tally under Max's name, one he was sure Luke would appreciate.
"He said my voice was giving him a headache," Leo grumbled, "dude has no manners at all."
"You like'em rough around the edges," Jonah teased, lowering himself between Leo's knees, mind filling with ways to cheer his husband up, "his loss, baby. Can I cheer you up?"
"No, go away," Leo pushed him by the forehead, just as his stomach emitted a loud whine. Jonah's eyebrows jumped.
"What the hell...?" He frowned, "was that hunger? Are you hungry? I thought you were gonna have lunch with Dan-"
"We did, we had Burger King," Leo grimaced, "greasy as hell."
"Oh," Jonah sat on his heels, resting his elbows on Leo's knee, "you've got an upset stomach."
Now it was all coming together more clearly. Leo could be quite cranky when he didn't feel well and if he hadn't come clean to Max โ which he probably wouldn't have, far too embarrassed โ it made sense why the other guy had gotten sick of his grumpy attitude and kicked Leo out.
"I think I just overdid it," Leo gulped down, "Max couldn't handle half of his stuff, I didn't want him to feel bad about it, because I said it was my treat and he picked the restaurant..."
"So you ate twice as much of junk food than you normally would?" Jonah smiled, then lunged forward, pressing a kiss to Leo's tummy. It was so fucking adorable-
"UOrup!" Leo jerked with a burp, not even bothering to cover his mouth until it was halfway through. He whined, fist pressed to his lips, "don't touch me."
"Because you're a gas bomb?" Jonah teased him, but did obey, pulling back and searching for the electrostatic duster he had been holding, "do you want tums? Or just peppermint tea?"
"No," Leo groaned dramatically, leaning back on the couch and kicking off his shoes, "it's too upset to put anything in it right now."
Jonah tsk-ed under his breath and got back to his task of cleaning. JD climbed the couch in order to nibble Leo's ear, meowing as he lowered a hand to her back and started petting her.
They stayed quiet for a minute, interrupted just by Leo burping or JD meowing, soft music still playing. Jonah was quite comfortable and he had just finished off the living room and was planning to go take a shower, so he could be ready for his dinner with Wen, when Leo let out a groan and hunched forward, planting an elbow on his knee and a hand holding his forehead.
"Leo?" Jonah called, stepping closer, and the blonde only grunted in response, his face pale and his eyes closed, "baby?"
He crouched down next to Leo's knee and his husband swallowed thickly, "don't feel good..."
"I can see that," Jonah pushed the golden strands of hair away from Leo's clammy face, "nauseous?"
He nodded, gulping down, "gotta burp, but-" his cheeks puffed with a weak, airy burp to illustrate his point, "not-"
"Okay, okay, I got you," Jonah stood up, moving so he could sit next to him on the couch and starting to pat Leo's back as if he was a baby. Normally this helped, but today Leo only groaned, curling up even more.
Jon pressed his lips into a frustrated line, upset on Leo's behalf, "not helping," he voiced what his husband was probably thinking, then spread out slightly, patting Leo's thigh, "get between my legs-"
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Leo's words were getting sticky, clearly queasy, but he did obey with sluggish movements. Now settled behind Leo, Jonah slid his hands under the other man's arm and planted them on Leo's stomach.
He was puffed out, belly tight and sensitive to the touch, warm too. Leo groaned, "Jon, I don't think this is such a good idea..."
"I know what I'm doing," Jonah snapped, pressing his mouth to Leo's shoulder, pressing around gently. Leo was tense, stiff as a board as he fought the mounting nausea, seeming more annoyed by Jon's helping hands than not.
Jonah moved his palm around, slowly, so he could feel when he hit a particularly sore spot, judging solely by Leo's breathing. He dug his thumb there, gently, rolling it in deeper-
"OWUORRP-" Leo jumped as the thick belch surged up, slamming a hand to his mouth because he thought he was going to vomit. Jonah snorted.
"Told ya, I know what I'm doing," he said smugly, pecking Leo's cheek with a kiss, loving how pink he had turned, "feel a bit better?"
"Do it again," Leo answered instead, face still burning with embarrassment.
He moved his hand, chasing a burbling he could feel near Leo's ribs, three fingers pushing in over the top of his belly, causing Leo to gag and fold with a nasty, wet belch.
"Fuck," he wiped at his lips, then rubbed his whole face, as it stopped being sickly pale or embarrassed-crimson, "yeah, alri-UFRORP!" Leo's eyes widened at the sudden burp, spooked by the suddenness of it, "wow- Sorr'HIC!" He jerked with a hiccup and Jonah snorted at his antics.
"Oh no," he chuckled, patting Leo's back as the blonde jumped with yet another hiccup, this one ending with a burp.
He sounded like a squeak toy, jumping with serial HIC-Urp, over and over.
Leo clutched his chest, thumping it to dislodge yet another belch and Jonah took pity on him, fingers pressing on his tummy, this time sliding right where his belly met his undone paint stained jean, under the elastic of his boxer briefs. Today his husband's belly was rounded enough he was able to slot his fingers on the curve it made. Jonah squeezed and Leo covered his mouth frantically, muffling a disgusting burp.
"Shit," his voice was muffled by the hands still there, "can't-OUrp-can'-Hic!"
"That's a lot," Jonah teased him, moving his palm so it was over Leo's navel and pushing in. A nasty, wet gurgle erupted and while Leo burped again, Jon was way more concerned by how sloshy that sounded. This couldn't be good, "are you still feeling sick...?"
"HIC-I-Urp-" Leo tried to answer, then shook his head and used Jonah's shoulder to push himself up from the couch, wrapping an arm around his upset belly and speeding down the hallway as fast as he could โ which wasn't a lot.
Jonah cringed as the door of their guest bathroom slammed closed. He didn't dare move for a second, then stepped closer, grimacing as he could hear a string of disgusting noises coming from inside, "Leo?"
"G'uor-G'AWAY!"
"I am... I'm gonna go shower, okay? Uhm- Yell if you need-"
"LEAVE."
"Okay," Jonah winced, moving away from the door in an effort to offer him some privacy.
Leo stumbled into their bedroom right around the time Jonah stepped out of the bathroom, only pants on as he searched through their wardrobe for a shirt.
"I feel like shit," he groaned, falling face first on the bed, one arm wrapping around his stomach, the other around his pillow. Jonah's fingers brushed a deep red Henley he was considering wearing, but he didn't pick it off the hanger.
"How can I help?"
"Uhm," Leo's face scrunched up, pained lines around his eyes and lips turned down, "cuddle?"
Jonah's hand, hanging in the air, fell limply next to him, "okay, just give me a minute. Do you wanna change into something more comfortable?"
"Yeah, can you get me my pjs?"
"Maybe shower first?"
"Don't wanna move," Leo's cheeks puffed with an airy burp, no heat behind it, "please?"
"Fine," Jonah sighed, turning around and combing through their clothes. He fished out Leo's most ratty pjs, a set he had been meaning to replace for forever when his husband wasn't looking, and then stripped down his pants as well, switching them for a fresh set of sweatpants and bringing the clothes back to Leo.
His movements were sluggish and the blonde didn't even complain as Jonah sat on the edge of the bed and helped him strip the sweaty tanktop for the oversized shirt, his face all clammy and even his hair falling limply over his forehead, sticking to it. He had ditched the snapback on the bathroom.
"You look like hell," Jonah commented, causing Leo to pout, blue eyes meeting his with surprisingly amount of hurt. Jon snorted, rolling his eyes, "don't give me that face, you know you do."
"Kick me while I'm down, why don't you?" Leo said bitterly, falling onto his back and shimming out of his jeans, making no move to put on the pants Jonah still held.
"Put these on," Jon dropped the pants on top of Leo's bloated stomach, it was marking his shirt, a bump even when he lied flat on his back, "I'll make you some tea."
"Don't want tea," Leo grumbled, holding the pants with annoyance, seeming like he wished to never move again.
"I didn't ask," Jonah rolled his eyes, giving his husband's tummy a pat as he got up and left the room.
On his way to the kitchen he found his phone, abandoned in the living room, and quickly shot Wendy a text, rescheduling their dinner to tomorrow. Then he put the kettle on and rested against the fridge, waiting for her to answer.
She didn't.
He finished the tea, filling up two mugs and walking back to their bedroom.
Leo had put on the pjs pants and curled onto his side, in fetal position. He had a hand resting on his bloated belly and was breathing carefully, which caused Jonah to grimace, a spike of concern going through him, but he brushed it off. It was a bellyache, he didn't need to freak out.
"Here, baby," he planted Leo's mug on his bedside table, then circled the bed to put his own down, climbing onto the mattress, "take a sip."
"You're not the boss of me," Leo grumbled, but did unfold and took a small sip, planting the mug back down and scooting on the bed so he could press his cheek to Jonah's bicep, "it's so crampy."
"Gas?" Jon guessed, then snorted, because Leo's cheeks turned angry red, "don't be embarrassed, I've seen and heard worse."
"Shudup," Leo mumbled, just as Jonah turned on the bed in order to wrap himself around him, slotting his chin on Leo's shoulder and sliding his hands to his husband's upset stomach.
"You're being silly."
"You're killing the romance," Leo scoffed, then melted as Jonah started stroking his belly, palm sliding against the smooth skin. His stomach was stretched, it couldn't be feeling good, "...That feels great, though."
"Put the snapback on and we can start the romance right back up," Jonah grinned, intertwining their legs and burying his nose on Leo's neck, inhaling him.
The blonde shook with a chuckle, that quickly morphed into a groan as the shaking of his frame did not help his bellyache. He snuggled closer, "keep rubbing."
"So demanding," Jonah smiled, wrapping himself around Leo even tighter, "get some rest, you'll feel better in a bit."
Five days of having a tube breathe for him. Five days of discomfort and pain, being unable to voice his complaints.
Five days on the ventilator, before they finally deemed his lungs strong enough to work on their own again. By then, he was almost pneumonia free. They would've discharged him if he hadn't had two more rounds of antibiotics.
When Oliver was finally allowed to leave the hospital, he didn't show the least bit of resistance towards his parents insisting that he finish his recovery at home.
He really only agreed so easily because he felt bad for how badly he'd scared them. If that were the case, he'd likely would have gone back to the dorms and gone right back to pulling all-nighters just to catch up with all the work class and newspaper work he'd missed, even if his mom insisted that she'd contacted the university to inform them of the situation.
So, three days after discharge, he now found himself in his childhood bedroom too tired to scroll on his phone and not really in the mood to watch tv. The aftermath of pneumonia was not pleasant. Several times, he had to put in more effort than he cared to just to take a few deep breaths that made his head spin from the oxygen. He'd been exhausted, his muscles so used to not moving while on the ventilator that it was almost painful to use them.
His doctor had explained how pneumonia recovery took a while. By next week, he knew that breathing would be less of a task, and his energy levels will go back up again soon.
I would kill for a cup of coffee, he thought. Then, he grimaced as he recalled that it was a cup of coffee that had put him in this situation in the first place.
Isaac had called Dan at the university's newspaper himself to explain why Oliver wouldn't be able to work on his assignments, only to hear from Dan that apparently Oliver was just one of several staff members who had called in sick with pneumonia. Ryan, the freshman who had been fetching coffee for the staff the night before Oliver got sick, had apparently not bothered to check whose mugs were whose, or even to rinse and/or wash before re-filling them. Felicity, the other staff member who had been coughing a bit while working, apparently had bacterial pneumonia herself, and her mug had been passed around to several people.
Long story short, Ryan left the Uni's newspaper staff.
But, despite being one of several, Oliver of-fucking-course had to have been the only one who had it bad enough to require a goddamn hospital stay and a goddamn ventilator. The unfairness made him genuinely mad. Fuck my fuck-ass-shit-quality immune system!
He let out an annoyed huff at his own thoughts, deciding not to think about it anymore. He thought about maybe sleeping, but although he was tired, he wasn't tired enough to actually sleep.
He thought about what he wanted at that moment. Honestly, he didn't have to think long.
I want my friends.
So, he grabbed his phone off his nightstand and sent a text in the group chat.
Aiden {Spirit's bf ๐๐}: How's it going, Ollie?
Queen_Amber๐๐ญ: Heyyy! Hru??
Oliver couldn't help but smile at just how quickly the messages rolled in. God, he loved his friends.
Me: I'm fine. Doing better. Tbh, just kinda bored ๐ฅฒ
He knew they were probably all busy, but he missed them all too much to really care.
Me: Can u guys come over?
Me: ๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ
Issy ๐: Ofc!!!! I'm omw! ๐
Kei-K.O.: Sure thing! I'm finishing an assignment rn, but I'll head over right after. Do you guys want pizza?
Bye-Bye-Birdie: Bleh! ๐๐คฎ
Kei-K.O.: Besides you, Birdie ๐. I can get you fries or something. Everyone else?
Eli-belly: Amber & Jor are both with me rn. They said pizza is good๐
Bye-Bye-Birdie: I'm coming over, too. With blankets. LOTS of blankets!!!!!๐๐๐
Spirit {Big sis}: I'll be there in 10.
Aiden {Spirit's bf ๐๐}: Oliver, you want anything?
Me: Not rlly. Just you guys.
Jorrrr: Awwwww!!๐๐๐
Spirit {Big sis}: ๐
Issy ๐: Love ya, bby! See u in a bit!!
Oliver smiled at his phone before deciding to actually try and get up from bed.
He'd only done it a few times in the last three days since he left the hospital, each time to go to the bathroom, and usually with at least a little help from his dad.
Sitting up was already physically taxing. He groaned as he managed to get his elbows beneath himself. His arms shook as he pushed himself up the rest of the way, having to push himself back against the headboard as he caught his breath. His chest still ached a bit.
He coughed a couple times before taking a deep breath, bracing himself to actually stand up. He kicked his covers aside and shifted his legs off of his bed. It took him a whole minute just to stand up, using his bedside table for support. His legs shook, though not as badly as they did on his first day after discharge.
He took slow, careful steps out of his bedroom. He kept a hand against the wall as he made his way through his house. Eventually, he found his way to the living room, which was right by the open kitchen where his mom was chopping something that looked like pickled beets on the kitchen island.
Her eyes widened when she saw him. She put down her knife, all but running to him. "Oliver, sweetie, what're you doing up? What's wrong?" She asked, worried, taking his hand. He smiled at her a little.
"I'm fine, mom," he assured her. "My friends are coming over to spend some time with me. Is that okay?"
The worry on her face morphed into something else. Something relieved and happy. "Of course it's fine, sweetheart. Are you guys going to want anything to eat?"
"Kei said he's bringing pizza."
"Well, our fridge is fully stocked with everything from cookies to fruit, so you and your friends can take what you want as you please."
"Thanks, mom," he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
She patted his hand, smiling. "Alrighty then. Were you heading to the couch?" She looked at his other hand that was still braced against the wall for support. "Want some help, or were you planning on taking the wall with you?"
He laughed a little, which made him cough a couple of times but just little coughs.
She helped him make the rest of the walk to the couch. Then she went back to the kitchen to keep making what he assumed was her favorite salad recipe, judging by what he'd seen her chopping.
He took the remote and began searching for a movie to watch. Upon trying to decide what all of his friends would most likely all be in the mood to watch, he settled on 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone'.
A knock came from the front door, and Oliver saw his dad emerge from his office to go answer it. The man did a double take when he spotted his son outside of his bedroom, a relieved and genuinely happy smile gracing across his face.
The man went to answer the door, and after a minute or so, he came back with Oliver's beaming boyfriend behind him.
"Hi!" Oliver said, his whole face lighting up upon seeing Isaac's smiling face. He hadn't realized just how badly he'd missed him until that very moment.
Isaac wasted no time walking over to the couch where Oliver was sitting, taking the spot beside him and embracing him in the tightest hug he could manage without having to worry about maybe accidentally hurting him.
Oliver hugged him back, relaxing into his warmth. There was something about Isaac that was warmer and more comforting than any bed or blanket could possibly be. He smiled when he felt Isaac press soft kisses to his hair.
Not long after getting cuddled up together on the couch (a fluffy sky-blue blanket tossed over them, courtesy of Oliver's dad), Birdie, Eliana, Amberlynn and Jordan all arrived together, all of them either getting settled on the other couch in the living room, or on the carpeted floor with couch-cushions and the multitude of blankets Birdie had actually brought.
Aiden actually got there three minutes before Spirit, explaining that they were coming in separate cars but he'd just narrowly made it past a red light, whereas Spirit couldn't pass it before it went red. She arrived and immediately went to give Oliver a hug. As she leant down to do so, she shoved Isaac's face in the opposite direction, making him yelp and try to turn his head. He settled for licking her palm, which she then wiped off using his perfectly-styled hair. They stuck their tongues out at each other, which made Oliver laugh, a sound that had everyone in the room smiling.
Keiko arrived last, carrying three pizza boxes and two extra boxes, one with fries and the other with chicken wings. In minutes, everyone had a plate and the movie was playing. Jordan and Eliana cuddled up on the other couch, Birdie burrito-rolled in about three blankets on the floor, Keiko and Amberlynn on Oliver's dad's armchair, and Aiden and Spirit cuddled up with several blankets and pillows on the floor as well.
Oliver looked at all of them, not focused on the movie. Every time they laughed or smiled, it made him smile. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be surrounded by friends like this. Friends who showed up and cared about him.
Family.
He hadn't realized there were tears in his eyes till Isaac kissed one running down his cheek. "You alright, Olive?" he whispered so the others wouldn't hear. Oliver looked at him and smiled, kissing him softly. "Better than ever," he told him.
The blonde smiled at that, kissing him back. He cuddled Oliver even tighter, occasionally pressing more kissed to his nape or face. Oliver melted into him, feeling warm and safe, and better than he'd felt in far too long.
