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Hong's Anatomy: Part 4

Pediatrician surgeon!  Joshua x pediatric surgeon!  Female Reader 

Synopsis: Coming to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital wasn’t on your bucket list, that’s for sure, but when you meet the head of your department, Joshua Hong, it's one of the only things that constantly brightens your day. 

Warnings: swearing, made up medical terms and procedures, i have no idea if any of this is medically accurate it’s just for story, flirting, smut (18+) (oral: f -receiving, penetrative sex, no protection, aftercare)

Words: 5.7k words

NOT EDITED, SO I MAY GO BACK AND EDIT LATER (teehee)

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“No sexual intercourse for two weeks and no heavy lifting,” Jinhyo listed as you nodded. It was all typical post surgery instructions that you of all people should know. “I will see you in six weeks for your check-up!” 

Joshua was waiting for you outside the room, bags in hand. After your surgery you spent the rest of the weekend in the hospital and had another week and a half at home before you could return to work. Joshua had insisted that you stay with him, especially since you didn’t have any family in the city. You had obviously agreed. 

“You can stay in the master bedroom and I’ll take the guest room. The bathroom is right here and the kitchen is downstairs, but please don’t call me if you want food, you’re not supposed to be walking for at least two more days,” Joshua explained walking you into his bed room once you got back to his house, putting your duffle bag at the end of the bed and helping you to lie down. 

“Thank you,” you winced, moving to grab your phone from your bag. “I gotta let Seungcheol know that my surgeries are getting transferred.” 

Joshua chuckled and grabbed your phone from you, “I already took care of everything. Seungcheol knows, Rose knows, I know. Just relax baby.” You sighed, and crossed your arms and threw your head back. 

“Well then at least come cuddle with me.” Joshua chuckled and nodded, climbing into bed and wrapped you in his arms. “Can you believe we’ve been banned from sex for two weeks?” 

“Correction, you’ve been banned from sex for the next two weeks,” Joshua said. You gasped and smacked his shoulder. “Ow!” 

“Hey, if I can’t get any, neither can you buddy!” You scold, as Joshua rubs his shoulder. 

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“How’s Y/N?” Jeonghan asked. Him and Joshua were in the middle of a cleft palate surgery and this was the first non-medical thing that they’ve spoken about. 

“She’s recovering well, not too happy about being bedridden for the next few days, let alone at home for another week,” he said, not looking up from the patient.

“Is she with you?” Jeonghan asked, causing Joshua to stop. He looked up at his best friend and nodded. 

“Yeah, just for a couple of days. Then when she can walk around she’s asked to go home,” Jeonghan nodded. 

“That makes sense, that’s really nice that you offered your place.” Joshua didn’t know what to say. He was going to say ‘that’s what boyfriends are for,’ but he didn’t want to rub his relationship in Jeonghan’s face, so he’ll just bring up another topic. 

“How’s your mom? It was her birthday last weekend right?” Jeonghan finally looked up from the patient and raised his eyebrow. 

“Really Shua? We can talk about her ya know. I’m a grown up, I can take it.” 

Joshua sighed and stopped moving for a minute to look up at Jeonghan again. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to treat you like this,” he sighed, “I just don’t want the only thing we have in common now is Y/N.” 

“You know we were friends before her right?” Jeonghan chuckled, “we knew how to talk before.” 

“I know, but this is big Han. I really love her,” Joshua confessed. “But I also love you. You’re both really important to me and I don’t want to lose either of you.” 

“You won’t lose me Shua. It’s been too long for me to ditch you now,” Jeonghan smiled, as Joshua smiled back as well. 

Things were going to be okay. 

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“Can I at least get an update on Joey?” You asked Joshua, he was at work on his lunch break, and you called him everyday at lunch. He had been pretty adamant on not talking to you at all about work. 

“He just got discharged today and all your other scheduled surgeries were taken care of. SO when you come back you should be totally set up,” he answered. 

You sighed and threw your head back, it was your second day back in your own apartment and the days were going by slowly, so calling Joshua was the only thing that went by quicker than you thought. “God, I can’t wait to come back. I cleaned my whole place already and cooked enough meals to last me for two weeks.” 

Joshua chuckled, “you were supposed to still take it easy.” 

“This is easy, I’m not running or lifting anything heavy,” you paused before looking around your apartment, “I’m bored Joshua.” 

“Sit down, watch a movie, do some research, paint!” Joshua listed, “I know you don’t like to just sit around, but there are things you can do.” 

“I want you,” you confessed. Joshua chuckled and blushed a little bit. 

“Ten more days baby,” he smirked, before looking up at the clock. His lunch break was almost up, he didn’t want to hang up on you, but if Seungcheol caught him on his phone one more time. “I gotta go now, but I’ll come by after work and we can eat together.” 

“Okay, see you later.,” you smiled, before hanging up. Just as Joshua was about to take his last bite of his lunch his pager went off. He rushed into the pit to see Jihoon, the head of the Trauma unit with a boy and his family coming in on gurneys.

“Calvin Asher, twelve years old, car crash. BP is 150/90 and he has a severe impalement through his mid-drift,” Heesung said, as Joshua’s eye widened. The boy had a pole through his stomach, and his organs were spilling out of his own body. 

“Get him to room 2 and pack the pole with lap pads!” Joshua ordered, as Heesung nodded and started rolling him to the room. Joshua put on a pair of gloves and made sure that Calvin’s parents were being taken care of before heading into the room. When he got there, Calvin was awake and panicking. He was screaming for his father and in pain. 

“Calvin? Hi, I’m Joshua! I’m gonna help you today, can you stay still for a second while I check you out?” He asked Calvin. He had to put on a happy voice in order to calm Calvin down and it worked enough for Calvin to stop thrashing around. He was still crying and wanting his father, but he wasn’t moving. “Call Jun and Soonyoung, and book on OR, he’s bleeding internally!” 

The nurse nodded and started calling Jun when Joshua looked down at Calvin. “We’re going to go upstairs and make sure that you’re okay?” 

“What about my dad?” He cried. 

“He’s right next door, he looks much better than you, so I’m sure he’ll be fine,” he reassured, “we’re gonna give you some medicine that’ll make you feel better and put you to sleep okay?” Calvin nodded, but didn’t say anything more. 

By the time Joshua got up to surgery Soonyoung and Jun were there, all scrubbed in and waiting. 

“It’s right in between his lungs and heart. We can’t fix both at once, so I don’t know how this is going to go,” Soonyoung warned. 

“As long as he’s ventilated, it should be good for at least two hours,” Jun said, “do we need Veron or Jihoon to get the pole out?” 

“No,” Joshua said, “I can do it.” Jun and Soonyoung nodded and looked at each other before they all walked into the OR. Joshua got to work right away, removing the pole and then Soonyoung got right to work, he put in the catheter then a mesh patch went through the catheter then used to close the hole. 

Meanwhile Jun started putting in the chest catheter in between the ribs into the air-filled space that's pressing on the collapsed lung. Then Jun removed the needle and attached a syringe to the catheter and pulled out the excess air. 

Finally Joshua was working on controlling the bleeding internally, this was the hardest part of all. He started sealing the ends of the leaking blood vessels with a heat probe, but around the heart he would suture because the tissue was very sensitive. 

Joshua managed to finish the surgery without any problems, but poor Jun was having a really hard time making sure that his catheter was working properly. Calvin’s body was working over time and the catheter Jun was putting in in his chest wasn’t closing up properly.

“Can you suture the catheter in Joshua?” Jun sighed. He had tried everything else, Joshua nodded and sutured the catheter in place before waiting to see if it was going to close around the area naturally.

“Come on” Joshua mumbled as all the sudden the catheter started humming, signaling that it was in place and working properly. “Great work Doctor. Wen.” 

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When Joshua knocked on your door later that evening the last thing he expected was to see you cooking supper. The few times you’d been at each other’s places, he had always cooked. So seeing you, wrapped up in an apron was endearing. 

“Hey baby,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You smiled back and stepped back to let him in. “I thought I was making dinner?” 

“I was sitting around doing nothing anyway. Might as well take my turn,” you said, watching him take off his coat and make his way into the kitchen to look at what you were making. “I looked up a recipe for Kimchi Stew. My roommate back in Korea made an amazing one and I was craving some.” 

He pulled a spoon from your cabinet and dipped it into the soup, “oh my gosh. It’s amazing!” He complimented. You smiled and smacked his hand away. .

“There’s still twenty minutes left, so go sit down and tell me about your day,” you said, grabbing his hands and leading him to the couch.  

“Well right after we ended our lunch call I went to go help this poor boy that got into a car accident. He had a severe impalement through his mid-drift. There was a pole through his stomach, and his organs were spilling out of his own body,” Joshua explained, as your eyes widened, “Jun, Soonyoung and I were able to help him, but Jihoon lost his father.” 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, covering your mouth. 

“Yeah, it was terrible. His mom is in the picture and came to the hospital after their surgeries so he’s not all alone, but god, I couldn’t imagine the survivor's guilt that poor kid is going through,” Joshua said, as you reached out to grab his hand. “God, sorry. I didn’t mean to make this a sob story.” 

“No no no babe, tell me. That’s the joys of having a surgeon girlfriend,” you smiled, squeezing his hand. Joshua sighed and looked up at you. 

“I usually talk about this stuff with my therapist. I’m sorry if I say stuff that’s a little out there.” 

Shit. That’s right, technically you completed your homework given to you from your therapist. You didn’t know Joshua went to therapy. 

“You go to therapy?” You asked as Joshua nodded, “so do I!” 

“I’m a pediatric surgeon. Of course I go to therapy,” he joked, " I've been going to the same therapist for almost five years now. Didn’t you tell me your therapist gave you homework?” You nodded and smiled that he remembered. 

“Yeah, I was supposed to make one new friend in a month,” you smiled, “I guess I finished my homework.” Joshua smiled and pulled you into a kiss right before your alarm went off to get the soup off the oven. 

“You set the table, and I’ll get the soup off the oven,” he said as you nodded. The rest of the dinner was good, you tried to convince him to let you go back to the hospital and see your co-workers, but he quickly shut you down. After dinner you both went to your bedroom to “watch a movie”.  

“I can’t stay the night babe,” Joshua said, in between kisses. “I got work at 6.” You groaned and threw your head back. 

“Even if we just sleep?” You pouted as he shook his head. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll come by again tomorrow,” he said, pressing one last kiss to your lips before getting up from the bed. You groaned and threw your head back, watching your boyfriend put his sweater on. You followed him to the door and leaned against the frame, watching him put his shoes on this time. After he was all dressed up again, he gave you one last kiss before leaving. 

God you were bored. 

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“So you managed to make lots of friends, a boyfriend, and had a major surgery all in one month?” Your therapist asked. You nodded and shrugged. “How did you manage that Y/N?” She chucked. 

“Well the friends and boyfriend I worked hard on, the major surgery I don’t know how my body was able to develop over a dozen cysts on my ovaries…” you started to ramble, but cut yourself off when you saw Jisoo’s face. “My boyfriend and I almost didn’t get together. There was this other guy named Jeonghan, who is also a surgeon, a plastic surgeon but still a surgeon. He really liked me and would flirt with me right in front of Joshua, and it’s not like I don’t like Jeonghan like that, but he’s not Joshua.” 

“Having feelings for someone who genuinely cares for you is pretty normal. He sounds like one of the few people who took time to get to know you in your workplace, romantic feelings are bound to happen,” Jisso nodded, “why do you think he wasn’t the one for you though?” 

You didn’t have an immediate answer, but when you thought of it, it made sense. 

“I think it’s because Jeonghan was pretty passionate with his public displays of affection. Joshua is also passionate in his affection, he just likes to keep it more private,” you admit, “it’s not like I don’t like being shown off. I’ve just always been a private person, and being with Jeonghan just felt like it came with a public title. ‘That’s Jeonghan Yoon’s girlfriend.’ Not ‘that’s Doctor. Y/N L/n.’ and with Joshua I know that he understands that, and values that.” 

It felt weird saying that out loud. You had been thinking it this whole time, just haven’t publicly said it yet. 

Jisoo nods her head and sighs, “that’s tricky. I understand where you're sensing that from what you’ve told me about this Jeonghan. Did you talk to him about these feelings?”

You shook your head no. 

“Well there’s no need to bring it up again, but if it does come up, that’s a good place to start. I think it’ll help both of you learn and grow.” You hated that she was right. You were never the best at confrontation, so her challenging you sucked. 

“Okay, I can do that,” you nodded. Jisoo nodded and typed away on her computer. She would always send you her notes after your sessions. Before you could talk, your phone went off. It was Joshua letting you know that he was getting off work. “Can we cut this a little early? Joshua is coming?” 

Jisoo’s face lightens up at the mention of the new boyfriend, “can I meet him? I think it’d be a good idea for you both to do a couple therapy session once in a while.” 

Before you could answer your phone started ringing. It was Joshua again. 

“I don’t think today is gonna work, next time though!” You said as Jisoo nodded in agreement before waving goodbye so you could answer Joshua’s call. “Hello?” 

“Hey baby. Do you want me to pick anything up on the way to your place?” He asked, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, he wasn’t as peppy as usual. 

“Sure, I haven’t started dinner yet. You can choose though,” you replied as he simply hummed, “are you okay? How were your other surgeries?” The line went quiet and the only thing you could hear was the hum of him driving before he sighed. 

“I lost all my patients today,” he confessed, “I had four operations and I lost all of them.” 

You sighed and went to move to the couch, you had a feeling he would want to continue to talk the rest of the drive, “I’m so sorry babe, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.” 

“That’s the thing, it was my fault. I’m a surgeon, it’s quite literally my fault. I could save any of those kids,” he cried before there was a long pause. “Do you ever wish you went into a different profession? Like family medicine?”

“No,” you answered quickly, “if I was a family doctor all I would be doing is prescribing medication and wrapping people’s injuries. We’re surgeon’s, we save people’s lives. We don’t put bandaids on them and send them home, we try our best to help them live the life that their body and the world prevented them from doing.” 

“God, you make it sound easy,” Joshua chuckled, the humming of his car, stopping. He had reached the restaurant for your supper. 

“It’s not, we both know that. The bad days are bad. They really are, but the good days? They make the bad days worth it.” 

“God you make it hard for me to not want to sleep with you,” he chuckles, “I'm gonna go order our food. I’ll be home in thirty minutes.” 

“Okay, see you soon,” you smile. 

“See you soon,” he says back, “and babe? Thanks for cheering me up.” 

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Stepping back into the hospital felt amazing, it was cold in the hospital and it smelt of hand sanitizer. It felt like your second home. Joshua dropped you off at the door and was parking the car, so it left you a few minutes to soak in the feeling of being back alone. 

“Oh my god Y/N!” Rose exclaimed, she was alone, probably on her lunch break. “Welcome back!” 

“Thanks, it feels good to be back,” you sighed, as she nodded and waved to Joshua who was standing behind you now. “Joshua was keeping up on your schedule, so things are all in order for you.”

“Great, I’ll see you after your break!” You smile as she nods and makes her way to the lunch room. “You looked over my schedule?” 

“I did, Seungcheoul asked me to make sure that your schedule wasn’t too busy but still getting into it,” he said, “I scheduled you in for a leg break for your first surgery. Start off small and work back up again.” 

“You gave me a bone break surgery?” You asked, as he nodded. 

“You forget that I was your boss before as well,” he chuckled as you sighed, “I’ll see you later.” He smiled, pressing a kiss on your cheek walking away with his intern Patterson. 

“Doctor L/N!” Doctor. Green smiled. 

“Green, how are you? Who were you assigned to while I was away?” You asked, as he handed you a tablet. 

“I’m good, I missed you. I was with Doctor Xu,” he answered as you chuckled. 

“Neurosurgery is definitely an acquired taste. I’m happy to see that you missed me though,” you smiled, “tell me about this patient now.” 

“Leah Montgomery, seventeen years old, broken leg and sprained ankle,” Green explained as you both started walking to the OR. “Doctor Chwe is there as well.” 

“When did this poor girl come in?” You asked, a little confused on how Joshua was able to give you this ahead of time. 

“Only about an hour ago, Doctor. Hong called in, if you were wondering,” Green chuckled, you blushed. He could tell you were thinking about Joshua, was it really that obvious? 

“I see, poor girl,” you said, walking into the scrub room to see Vernon and the rest of the team waiting for you. 

“Doctor L/N, good to see you back. I’m honored to work with you on your first surgery back,” Vernon said, as you walked in. 

“Thank you Doctor. Chwe, let’s fix up a leg!” 

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“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was back?” Jeonghan asked Joshua, they were doing another surgery together and it was the first thing Jeonghan had said the whole time. 

“I thought you knew? Everyone knew she was coming back on the third?” Joshua said, looking up at Jeonghan and tilted his head in confusion. 

“Right,” Jeonghan groaned at himself, “I knew that, I don’t know why I forgot.” Jeonghan had never forgotten anything, he was always the one to remind the friend group of major hangouts and even remember the small things about everyone .That’s what made him so popular. 

“It’s alright, you’ve had a busy schedule lately,” Joshua tried to reassure, “have you seen her at all today?” He tried switching the topic.  

“I did, she was coming out of a bone break surgery and we spoke a little bit before I came here,” Jeonghan responded, slightly embarrassed. 

“Are you okay man?” Joshua asked, looking up from the patient again and stopping his sutures. “You’ve been off all week.” Jeonghan sighed and shrugged. 

“I’m just really busy. That’s what taking a whole week off does to you I guess,” he chuckles, pushing some hair away from his forehead. Joshua nodded, not quite fully convinced that was the sole reason Jeonghan seemed so frazzled, but he didn’t want to push any further. 

“Do you want to go for coffee again tomorrow?” Joshua asked instead. They had been going for coffee on their shared day off last week, and to restore some of their friendship, Joshua was hoping they could make it a regular thing. 

“Sure,” Jeonghan smiled before smirking, “trying to fit time in for me now that you’re taken?” 

Joshua rolled his eyes, but didn’t exactly deny it. Before they could say anything else one of the nurses popped their head into the OR.

“Doctor. L/N just finished her surgery, Doctor. Hong,” Rose said, as Joshua nodded, “she’s asking for you.” 

“Can you finish without me?” Joshua asked Jeonghan, he nodded and Joshua quickly thanked him before taking off his scrubs and heading down to you. When he got to the OR desk he saw you sitting on one of the empty desk chairs. When he stepped around the desk you looked up and saw him, jumping out of your chair and giving him a big hug. 

“I forgot how amazing it feels to smell hand sanitizer and lap pad an internal bleed,” you smiled. 

“This is why you called me?” Joshua chuckled, “I was in the middle of a surgery.”

“No, I called you to tell you that Jihyo cleared me for more intensive surgeries and even though I appreciate the surgery, that you can give me harder ones.” Joshua rolled his eyes and sighed, picking up a tablet and looking ar the schedule. 

“I don’t have you on anything until nine?”

“I know, give me something else!” You exclaimed, hitting him across the shoulder. 

“Ow!” Joshua whined, grabbing his shoulder dramatically and feigning an injury. 

“Joshua!” 

“Fine,” he playfully rolled his eyes, “there’s a double artery bypass at three? Will that give you enough time to do that and your nine o’clock?” You nodded and threw your arms around his neck, giving him another hug. 

“Thank you,” you said into his neck before skipping away, leaving Joshua to roll his eyes and chuckle. He missed the end of his surgery for that.

After booking you in, he returned the OR. It had only been maybe ten minutes, so Jeonghan wasn’t even close to being done yet. So Joshua could pick right up where he left off. 

“She had me schedule her in for another surgery,” Joshua chuckled when Jeonghan looked up, surprised to see him back so early. 

“What did you give her?” He chuckled. 

“A double artery bypass,” he answered, “that should keep her busy.” Jeonghan chuckled.

“Girlfriends.”

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It had officially been two weeks since your surgery, which meant you could have sex and drink. Both of which you planned on checking the off boxes tonight. It was friday night, so you and Joshua had the next day off, so you asked him after work for dinner. 

You got off earlier than he did, so you had some extra time to get ready. You had your everything shower, but on some matching lingerie, and did some easy makeup. 

Joshua was supposed to be at your house at about seven, but it was almost eight thirty and he still wasn’t here. You sighed, and looked at your phone again. No calls from Joshua, but at about nine you finally heard a knock on your door. You darted up and quickly answered the door. 

“Jeonghan?” You asked, “what’s up? Is Joshua okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. He is stuck in a pretty lengthy surgery though, so he won’t be able to make it to your date night. That’s why I’m here though!” He said, holding up a bottle of wine. 

“Oh well then,” you chuckled, “come in.” Jeonghan smiled and nodded. You felt a little bit overdressed compared to his simple sweater and jeans. You led him to your kitchen and got out a few glasses of wine and poured out half the bottle. 

“Can I be brutally honest with you?” You asked, taking the first sip of wine as Jeonghan nodded and also took his first sip, taking a seat across from you. “I was planning on sleeping with Joshua tonight. I dressed up and planned a romantic evening and I’m kind of sad that he’s not here. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but…” 

“But, like it’s been proven before, I’m not Joshua,” Jeonghan said with a tight lipped smile. 

“No, it’s more like I just miss him. He’s been busy and we barely see each other when we get home. I feel like I barely have a boyfriend. We were dating for a few days before my surgery so I feel like we’ve missed an integral part of our relationship.” 

Jeonghan nodded, but didn’t say anything, noticing the tears starting to well up in your eyes. 

“God, I’m so pathetic. Crying over a boy,” you chuckle. Jeonghan shakes his head no and moves to hand you a tissue from his pocket. “Thanks.” 

By the time that you finished your glass of wine, it was ten and still no signs of Joshua. You and Jeonghan had moved to the couch, another glass of wine, when Joshua finally got home. 

“Hey guys,” Joshua sighed, throwing his coat on the floor and taking his shoes off. You smiled and got off the couch to greet him, Jeonghan right behind him. “Can I have some of that?” Joshua asked, taking a big sip of wine. 

“Here come sit,” you said, Joshua nodded and you sat down while you went to get him his own glass of wine. “How was your surgery?”

“Awful, there was a girl who came in with only one fourth of her liver. We had to do a transplant and then we found out her colon was ruptured, so we had to repair that as well,” he sighed, “I’m exhausted.” 

“I’m sure, I’ll leave you guys to get to bed,” Jeonghan smiled, getting up from the couch. “I’ll see you on Monday!” You nodded and watched Jeonghan excuse himself. Leaving you two all alone. 

“God, I missed you,” you pouted, straddling him and giving him a big hug. Joshua hummed into your shoulder and ran his hands up and down your back, savoring the hug. 

“I know you had big plans tonight, I’m sorry I was so late, can we just take it easy tonight? We can still have dinner and maybe some fun later, but just stay home?” Joshua asked, as you nodded and got off his lap to get him some leftovers from your fridge. 

“Here, I ate already.” He smiled and thanked you as you turned on the t.v. You smiled and watched him eat silently. “Something on your mind babe?” He chuckled, watching the wheels in your brain spin. 

“I wanna have sex tonight,” you answered, “it’s been two weeks since my surgery and I wanna have sex. I wore a matching pair of lacy underwear tonight and it’s taking everything in my right now not to jump you.” 

Joshua’s eyes widened at your confession and put down his plate, “well then?” He asked, as you smirked and straddled him again, pressing your lips together. You sighed against his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck while he went to move your hair to your shoulder. 

“Can you believe it’s been two weeks since we’ve had sex?” You joked, as Joshua started to kiss down your neck. One of the straps of your dress straps falling down your shoulder. 

“Can you believe we’ve been together for three weeks?” Joshua joked back, you rolled your eyes and threw your head back, enjoying the feel of his lips across your collarbones and neck. You pushed the other strap off your shoulder and wiggled the dress down to your mid-drift. Joshua also started working on taking his sweater off. 

“Why did you wear so many layers?” You asked, watching him not only take off his sweater but his two undershirts. Joshua just shrugged once all his shirts were off and leaned back in to kiss you again and lay you down on the couch. Joshua held your hand and pinned them above your head while kissing you while his other hand shimmied the dress down the rest of your body and threw it onto the floor. 

He pulled away from all the kissing to look at the matching set of white, lace, lingerie. “You really were excited weren’t you?” He chuckled, lowering his head and pressing kisses to your stomach. “I want to fuck you with as much of this on as possible,” he whispered into your skin. You nodded and squeezed his hand in reassurance. 

Joshua started pressing kiss all across your body, your stomach, the opt of your breasts, your arms, neck, thighs, lips, cheeks, anything he could touch, he kissed. “You’re so beautiful,” he sighed. 

You pulled him up to kiss your lips again and pushed his pants down his legs, freeing his cock. Joshua grabbed his cock and used his other hand to push two of his fingers inside you to make sure you were wet enough. He slid his hands down your panties and felt the inside of your walls. 

“You’re already wet baby?” He asked, as you nodded. He smiled and pushed your panties aside and pushed himself into you, causing you to wince a little. Joshua slowly sunk himself deeper into you and kept kissing you to try and ease the stretch. 

Once Joshua was all the way inside you he stopped and waited for you to adjust to him fully. Once you were ready, you slowly started moving your hips, causing Joshua to moan. 

“You gotta tell me if you're ready baby,” he moaned. 

“I’m ready,” you sarcastically said, still moving your hips as Joshua chuckled but also started moving his hips. The stretch felt amazing, and once Joshua started picking up the pace you started to feel the pleasure build up. 

Joshua moved his one hand to squeeze your breast in the lingerie and then moved to cup your cheek. Your moaning got louder and Joshua’s thrusts got quicker, enough for both of you to finish at the same time. Once both you high started to simmer down Joshua pulled out of you quickly and flipped to your stomach. He quickly pulled your panites and garters down your legs and pushed inside you again. 

“Joshua!” You moaned, reaching up to cup his neck. You haven’t explored many positions in the bedroom before, so the new angle and position was exciting. He kept up a good fast pace that made you finish together, again, just a couple minutes later. He eventually pulled out of you and moved you over so that he could prop himself up and look at you. You were out of breath and panting, but you managed to reach over to the coffee table and get some tissues to clean up the mess in between your legs to try and not stain your couch. 

“Just give me a bit and we can move to the bed,” you pant, as Joshua nods and reaches over you to grab your underwear and once you were finished he slid them back up your legs before putting his back on as well. 

“We better take it slow, build up our stamina,” he smiled, pecking your neck. You nodded and wiped the thin layer of sweat off your forehead and swung your legs to a sitting position and grabbed the glass of water that was there from earlier in the day. Joshua had put on his shorts and went to the kitchen to get some snacks when you were starting to put on your clothes and make your way to your bedroom. He had a slice of toast in one hand and a banana in the other. You chuckled, when he offered you bite of his toast, but politely declined. 

You decided to wait on the bed until he was ready to either continue your previous scandalous activities or just cuddle and talk. You had only been able to find your bra, so aside from your underwear, that was the only thing you were wearing, and it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to be wearing. Joshua shortly came in, only banana in hand, and laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“I don’t want to sound like a pervert or anything, but I missed us being intimate like that,” he smiled. You chuckled and pulled back slightly, to look at him. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, we're still kind of getting to know each other, and while I like to think that I’m learning a lot about your personality, I also love learning about your body and what you like.” You smiled at him and started blushing. That was probably one of the hottest things any man could say to you. You smiled and cupped his cheek, whilst looking into his eyes and smiling. You really were lucky that he was so caring and attentive. Joshua looked down at you and smiled back at you before pressing his lips to yours softly.

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A/N: Hello! Sorry that this has took me a while to release this part, june has been non-stop chaos for me and had most of this written back in may but haven't been able to finish it until now. I really hope you like it!!

taglist: @asasilentreader , @myjaeyunn, @gaslysainz@itsnotjop @vixensss (LMK if I missed a tag)

[a-ikuoliver]

Mercury your event is SO cute I’m actually obsessed! I’m such a beer girlie, but if I had to pick a drink it’s gotta be a jägerbomb! And for the character you pick because I want you to be as free as possible I’m ready for anything👀

ehehehe i was a lil cheeky with this one, i leaned more into the leave you wanting more vibe with the jagerbomb also im sorry for the lack of beer i've never met a beer or cider i've liked LMAO i was going to make this endeavor but the more i wrote it the more it worked better with bakugou but i hope u like it!! teehee birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

anyone who wasn’t a couple jagerbombs deep could tell you how bad of an idea jagerbombs are at an work party, but when you work at one of the most popular bars in musutafu, it’s more a rite of passage.

not even here a year, your work-best friend was the very first to inform you of the notorious annual work party, how messy they get, how she’d gone home with the chef one year, and how many servers had crashed in the booths over the years. finally, the time had come for the party, your friend already abandoning you to flirt with the chef again, although, you couldn’t play the morally high act about it when all your attention was on your boss behind the counter.

walking behind the bar, you perused the liquor on offer, mostly mid-tier stuff, but god, did the imported stuff look good right about now, something smooth to take your mind off of him. fuck, why’d he have to roll his sleeves up like that? his forearm muscles enough to make you wonder what else lies beneath that damn shirt, an endless expanse of muscles underneath a wife-pleaser singlet, thick thighs caged in his expensive slacks.

“need some help?” lost in your daydream, bakugou is beside you before you realise how long you’ve been ogling him, your indecisive daze in front of the alcohol drawing his attention (any excuse to talk to you, really). you’re nowhere near drunk enough for him to be this close, to get this messy. yet.

“you don’t have my beer on tap.” his eyes nearly roll back at your sweet tone, your gentle teasing that’s been driving him up the wall for months. he stays steadfast, dark garnet eyes unwavering, despite the top you’d worn specifically for them to wander.

“let me make it up to you,” he takes another step closer, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your lungs when he reaches around you for the distinct green bottle, trapping you between his biceps for a fleeting moment, “we’ll do something i used to have in my party days.”

grabbing two pint glasses and two shot glasses, you watch him work with the kind of swiftness and expertise decades behind a bar could give a man, every twist of his wrist calculates, not a single drop of jagermeister or redbull spilling, even when the latter threatened to bubble over the top of the glass.

“you used to do jagerbombs?” you can’t help but sound incredulous, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline when you accept the drink from him. mesmerised as he pours his own, you try to imagine him younger, chugging back the bomb, swallowing shot after shot, stumbling home in the am. even in your daydream, his hair had speckles of salt through the blond of his hair, the silver fox look worked too well for him to see him any other way.

“why are you so shocked? i was twenty once.”

“it’s hard to imagine you… like that.”

“like what?”

“you know, a party animal, i can only see you drinking bourbon on the rocks.” he chuckles at the memories, of sleepless nights, of horrendous hangovers.

“i could still drink you under the table.” he challenges, already reaching to pour another, you try not to laugh in his face, the image of your all-powerful boss drunk and stumbling was something you’d pay to see. with a smile you could only describe as evil, hot, you clinked your drink with his before knocking it back, “sure you can, old man.”

after too many bombs, an assortment of other shots, some cocktail bakugou poured you and a sip (you weren’t game enough to have more of it, there’s a reason you weren’t a bartender) of the one you poured him, the pair of you stumbled into his office at the back of the bar. half the buttons are undone on his shirt, your hands sliding beneath the hem of his shirt even when he pulled away from you long enough to unlock the door, pulling you inside with him and nudge it closed once more before turning all his attention back to you; the way you stared up at him with glassy eyes, the way your lipstick smudged under your bottom lip, how your chest heaved (the way your tits looked when you did), how your dress rode up when you pulled yourself onto his desk, tugging him in by his belt loops.

he can’t even find it in him to care about the time-sheets crinkling under your ass when you bite your lip, can’t care you’re his employee and his mind goes blank of everything when you wrap your thighs around his hips. fuck, you’re irresistible like this; arching into him, kissing and biting his jaw, one hand tugging your dress further up your thighs, the other working off his belt to slide into his slacks, searching for more and more, more he wants to give you.

you’re just so, so, so hot… and he’s soft. he’s fucking soft. he finally has you under him and he can’t get it up.

let’s hope the alcohol buzzing through your blood is enough to clear your memory of this in the morning.

[desceros]

some updates for people so you know where we are here at desceros dot com:

i took the last couple days off of doing anything fandom-related to recollect myself, and i'm in a really good mindspace now thanks to my friends, my partner, and all of you. thank you, thank you, thank you.

i'm really itching to write again, which is super exciting! i have a brief collab that i'm doing with truffle, and i'm also going to be working on the next chapter of symphony. i think it's about time we hear about that history between viola-chan and alopex, don't you? ;)

also, i've got, like, holy shit a lot of messages of support in my inbox over the shitshow that rocked us all a few days ago. i'm not going to answer them because honestly i'm really tired of wasting brain cells on the whole situation and those people don't deserve more of my attention than they've already gotten; but know that i read every single one of them and i really, really, really appreciate everyone understanding my concern, supporting my new boundaries, and sending me such kind words. it really reinforces my thoughts that i made the right decision to stay. this is such a good community, and i'm glad i get to keep you :)

thank you especially to those of you that came off-anon. i won't ask you to do so in the future in order to keep interacting, and i will keep your identities secret, but i really appreciate the gesture of trust. i'm still keeping anon asks open since i know a lot of people are a bit shy, but it means a lot that you were like hey, this is who i am, i'm an adult, breathe easy.

anywho! barring someone hitting me between the eyes with a fic idea, after the next symphony chapter i'm going to be doing the house of leaves-inspired leo fic. that one's going to be really fun to write, and the people i've told little details about it have started vibrating enough to power a small country, so i think everyone's going to find it really interesting!! should be another symphony chapter after that, and then i'd like to do the leo fic for the dayjob au. that one is... well. teehee. :)

okay, that should give everyone an idea of where i am on working on things. i look forward to sharing all of it with you!! :D

[girlboybug]

writing request for a smut fic with established relationship with javi x reader? dialogue prompt: javi: “he looked at you funny” reader: “i didn’t know you were the jealous type..”

OOO i like this muahaha >:) i hope you enjoy hehe, thank u for requesting!! <3

art deco

"shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure. baby you're so ghetto, you're lookin' to score."

or the one where jealousy happens to be a good look on javi.

what’s playing 🎧 : art deco by lana del rey

content warnings : SMUT, jealous!javi, blowjobs, face fucking, car sex, semi public sex (?), unprotected sex (extremely unwise w javi idk wtf he got goin on down there), creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, themes of slut shaming, threats of exhibitionism, threats of restraints e.g cuffs, brat tamer!javi (been dying to write that)

trigger warnings : mentions/threats of gun usage, alcohol, both reader and javier are tipsy at best, if there is anything i missed pls lmk!

word count : 4k

a/n : im pulling SO MUCH out my ass w this bc i havent finished narcos and only rlly pay attention when pedro or boyd is on screen and even tho im half mexican my ass cannot speak spanish for the life of me teehee sorry yall

you’re a bad actor. 

you’re also bad at lying and honestly, just generally bad at the things javier happens to be especially good at. 

but that’s okay, javier likes you like that. it’s refreshing, endearing, to be with someone who hasn’t gotten good at lying or pretending to be someone they’re not. and actually, he’s currently watching you fail at that right now. 

you’re at the bar, swirling around your drink that he bought for you, pretending to not notice the way he’s eyeing you from across the club. he thinks it's cute how you keep stealing glances at him, giggling to yourself whenever he catches you.

you two do this little song and dance every now and then, it keeps things exciting and fun, and you never have complaints about it. 

you pretend to be the single, bored girl sitting alone at the bar, and javier just so happens to swoop in, introducing himself as the man who’s been ordering drinks for you all night, ready to charm you into his bed for the night. it’s stupid when you say it out loud, but the way he fucks you when you do this little act makes it seem like the best goddamn idea he’s ever come up with.

it’s harmless fun between a couple, and the tension you two create throughout the night is always a recipe for mind blowing sex. however, it seems things are going a bit off script tonight. 

a man invites himself to the empty barstool beside you that was reserved for javier, but he’s oblivious to the little game you’re playing right now. “hi there,” he says, grinning, and you try your best to hold back a long sigh while you greet him back politely. 

javier’s hand tightens around the beer he’s got, wishing the neck of the bottle belonged to the man staring you down. he decides he’ll keep watch for awhile, he trusts you, and wants to see how this’ll play out, despite his patience already wearing dangerously thin.

“can i buy you another drink?” he asks, motioning towards the dwindling liquid in your glass. its not a difficult question, but the answer isn’t coming to you like it should be. 

you are playing the role of a single woman tonight, and you won’t let anything go further with this guy than receiving a free drink. 

eh. why not? 

“yeah, sure, thank you.” you smile back, and he hurriedly calls over the bartender, asking for two glasses of whatever it is you ordered. javier shifts in his seat, his jaw coming down harder than it was just a moment ago as he watches you share a drink with someone that isn’t him. 

javier follows his wandering eyes, how they trail up and down your figure, making it obvious he’s wondering what you’ve got on underneath.

javier wants to walk up to him to tell him how he knows what you’ve got under that dress, because he picked it out. 

god, this night fuckin’ sucks so far. 

“i noticed you for awhile now, what’re you doin’ here all alone?” he asks, and you get a little nervous with the way he gets closer to you. “i’m just waiting for my boyfriend to show up.” you answer, deciding the single woman role didn’t feel as fun anymore. 

“ahh, i see.” he replies, and you expect him to scoot farther from you, or better yet, leave. but much to your dismay, he stays. 

“it’s just,” he starts, and you glance down at your shoes, saying a silent prayer for him to get on with what he’s got to say before he leaves you alone for good. 

“you’ve been here for awhile now, you sure he’s comin’ honey?” he questions you, faux concern in his voice and you close your eyes for a moment to hide the way they roll at him.

“yeah, i’m sure.” you reply curtly. “how about i keep you some company while you wait for him then, how’s that sound?” he gets closer than you would’ve liked, boldly resting his arm around your shoulders, and yep, that’ll do it. 

javier’s beer clatters down onto his table as he shoots up from his seat, stalking over to you. he’s quick to join you, standing tall behind your seated figure, his strong chest a familiar surface against your back. 

“uh who’re you–” 

“her boyfriend.” he answers, eyes lowered testingly, practically itching for him to give him a reason to swing. “hi baby,” you beam, turning around and craning your neck up to give him a kiss. he leans down, holding your chin while he kisses you. 

with your lips still connected, he stares at the scoffing man that just sits and watches. 

“yeah well i wasn’t the one who kept her waiting all night so why don’t you get lost? we were havin’ a conversation, weren’t we sweetheart?” he looks at you as if you’d actually agree, and you open your mouth to defend javier, but he doesn’t need you to, he’s more than eager to put this guy back in his place. 

he steps away from behind your back, moving right in front of you now, leaning in close to the man. he reaches around to his lower back, sliding his gun to the side of his waist before he’s got it in his clutch, pressing it to the man’s ribs.

“you have 3 seconds to get the fuck out my face before i stop being so polite.” he whispers in his ear, and the man stiffens with immediate fear once he registers what’s being pointed at him. 

he swivels out of the stool, hastily hopping out to make his way out the club all together. javier turns back to you once he’s out of his field of vision, expecting a profuse thank you javi, but he gets quite the opposite. 

“what the hell was that?” you question, sounding angry, and uh oh, you saw that. 

“baby,” he starts off but you just huff, climbing off the stool. “that was way too far,” you point at him and he sighs, holding your arms, rubbing them up and down, trying to settle your irritation down. 

“but he was making you uncomfortable, and you didn’t see the way he was looking at you–” 

“and what way was he looking at me for you to pull a gun out on him?” you whisper yell and he starts to join you in your frustration. 

“he looked at you…funny, like he was just thinking about fucking you the entire time.” he sounds upset that he even has to explain himself to you about this, and you catch it, deciding to throw it back at him when you turn on your heel to leave. 

he growls with annoyance as he follows you out the club, grabbing your arm and forcing you to turn back and look at him.

you exhale sharply, looking up at him, switching your weight onto your left foot. “i knew you could be a little…impulsive sometimes but jesus jav, i didn’t realize you were the jealous type that would do something so…stupid.”

his annoyance is fast to turn into a hard glare, and you see the sudden shift, instantly feeling regretful. he purses his lips to the side, laughing dryly. “stupid huh?” he clicks his tongue and you shake your head, walking closer to him now.

“javi, i’m sorry,” you try to remedy the mess of this situation, but unlucky for you, what little patience he was holding onto is now gone. 

he grabs the hand of yours that’s reaching towards his jaw, he isn’t in the mood for it. he pulls you along by your wrist to the parking lot. 

“yeah, you’re about to be baby,” he mutters, and your heart picks up, your heel clad feet in turn picking up speed to keep up with him. 

he ushers you into his backseat, slamming the door behind you once you’re both in. he tugs you into his lap, your legs on either side of him, your knees making contact with the cold vinyl. his hands find their way to your ass, squeezing it hard.

you gasp a little, arching into his chest. the second you move in closer, his lips are on your’s. it’s not gentle, it’s not slow paced, and it’s not soft, no, that’s for when you’re good. and you’ve been anything but. 

you’re grinding in his lap, his growing bulge feels perfect right up against your dampening panty clad cunt, too perfect that you can’t stop yourself. you’re moaning in his mouth, struggling to keep up the pace and intensity in the way his lips are moving with your’s. 

he tastes like beer and cigarettes, smells like it too, with traces of his cologne that you love. he’s like paradise incarnate and you want to live in him forever. 

when he pulls away you're left panting in his hold, lips parted, brushing against each other, stealing the other person’s breaths. “you know,” he sighs lowly, his words trailing up your spine, leaving shivers in their wake. 

“just because i let you pretend you’re single for the night doesn’t mean you actually are,” he says, and he sounds serious, but there’s something hidden in his air, something challenging, like he wants you to argue just so he can put you right back where you belong. 

you nod heavily like he speaks words of righteousness, cupping his jaw in your hands. “i know javi, i know,” you pepper his face in kisses, but he remains still, outwardly unphased.

“guess you just got too excited at the thought of bein’ a slut huh?” he breathes out flicking a brow at you, keeping you in close when you try to inch away from him at his accusations. 

“i’m not a slut–” he unfolds your offended arms, hands leaving your wrists to hold your thighs that rest on either side of his lap. “no baby it’s alright, s’not a totally bad thing. i like sluts. they let you do whatever you want to ‘em,” he grips your thighs, forcefully sliding you off his lap and letting you land down on your knees before him. you gasp, holding onto his legs for steadiness. 

“and they let you all while tryin’ to convince you they aren’t sluts. isn’t that funny? he chuckles, caressing your cheek, peering down at you while he does so. 

“javi,” you say, you don’t know what to say next, the only certainty that remains is that his name never sounds wrong coming from you. 

“if you wanna be a slut so bad then go ahead, i won’t stop you.” he shrugs, leaning back into the seat, arms stretched out beside him. you swallow away your stuttering, running your hands up and down your thighs. “what do you want me to do?” you ask smally, looking up at him from under your lashes. 

he readjusts, lifting his hips in the air, settling back down closer to you. he tilts his head, eyes flickering from his crotch back to your gaze, “what sluts do best baby.” he says under a gravelly breath. your thighs close just a little tighter at that, feeling eager to oblige to his insinuations. 

you unzip his levi’s, unbuttoning them before you’re pulling him from out his boxers, throat getting tight at the way he pulses in your hands. precum is already beading at his tip, and you lean forward, flicking your tongue over it. he hisses quietly, a hand coming behind your neck. 

your lips envelope the tip, shutting your eyes when you trail down until you can’t take any more of him down your throat. he groans, throwing his head back, bucking his hips into your mouth. you gag around him, hand trembling while you try to jerk off what you can’t fit into your mouth. 

he rolls his head forward, holding you by the back of your head, starting to thrust further in, chuckling to himself at the way you gag. he lets you slide off him, jerking his slick cock off while you catch your breath. 

you’re staring at each other in the thick air, the night breeze sneaking in from the cracked windows, making your nipples perk from behind your lacy bra. 

the moon glimmers through the side window facing javier, and it panels his cheekbone, across his jaw and down his chin, trickling over the curve of his collarbones. 

he looks so beautiful like this, sitting tall in front of you, looking at you like he could tear you apart with one hand, jaw clenching when your thumb slides over the head of his cock. 

the way he’s looking at you elicits a reaction from your body before your mind can reach it. you lean back down, taking him deeper into your mouth. 

you don’t mind the way he keeps your head still, using your mouth the way he likes. 

he fucks your mouth like he wants to prove a point, and at this moment he doesn’t even know what the point is, he hardly even remembers where he’s currently at, the only thing that makes sense is how fucking good you’re taking him down your throat. 

you’re being so good, so perfectly compliant for him, and what’s fueling you is the tingles exploding between your thighs at the way he’s using you. 

the grunting utterances of your name in his spewing breaths adds propellent to the roaring fire building in your lower tummy. 

his groans get a little airier, picking up in quantity, coming out one after the other, fucking your mouth so deep your nose brushes against the brown curls sitting just above his cock. “look at me,” he instructs through gritted teeth, and you listen, blinking away your teary eyes to look up at him. 

he sends one, two, three, hard thrusts into your mouth before he pulls out, resting the tip over your lips. he pants to himself, shutting his eyes closed while you take this time to do the same and catch your own breath. “what’s wrong?” you sound a little rasped, and he can’t fight the smug look on his face at your voice. 

“as much as i’d like to let you continue, i got better things planned baby,” he chuckles breathlessly, pulling you back up into his lap. 

he pushes your dress up, exhaling when he sees how wet you are in the panties he picked out for you. “javi, i didn’t bring any condoms, do you have one?” you press your hands to his chest, momentarily halting him, and he looks at you, scoffing quietly. 

“huh. sluts don’t usually care about that kinda thing.” he rubs the head of his cock over your clothed clit, watching your lowered eyes fully shut, a moan slipping out at his ministrations, proving him right. “s’not gonna fit like this,” your whimper when he moves your panties to the side, flicking himself up and down your folds. “it will baby, i’ll make it fit.” he promises, pressing a kiss to your lips.

you rarely ever got on top, he was always very adamant about taking care of you, whether that means you’re on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders or you with your wrists being hoisted by his tight grip while he fucks you senseless.

the constant is, he’s always on top. 

he’s big, no matter the position he’s got you in, it’s always a stretch he has to ease you into. which is why you’re typically reluctant to get on top, but right now he isn’t asking, he’s telling. 

“javi, s’not gonna go in like this,” you whimper nervously, curling into his chest. head on his shoulder. he rolls his eyes, fingers gliding right over your clit to shut you up. and it works, naturally, he chuckles. 

your breath gets faster when he swirls over your clit with his fingers, squirming around in his lap. he holds himself from the base of his cock, circling over your fluttering hole. your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the back of his hair. 

he starts crowning into you, pushing in the fat head of his cock, pausing the breath in the middle of your throat. it rumbles out as a pained moan when he continues pushing in. “god javi,” you whine, legs on either side of him flexing with nerves at the intrusion. 

“doin’ all the work for you baby, jus’ take it for me,” he mutters in your ear, his mustache tickling your jaw while he rubs your clit to ease you into it.

“actin’ like i haven’t fucked this pussy before, know you can handle it, sè una niña grande para mí,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, and you melt, nodding desperately. “i am,” you mumble, bracing yourself for when he bottoms out inside you. he thrusts upward, holding you by the fat your ass, pulling you down onto him. 

the air is knocked out your lungs, and all you can do is hold on to his leather clad shoulders for dear life. your hips start moving in sync, rolling into each other, and you feel insane, it feels so good, you start thinking maybe you’ll do this more often.

the sting from the stretch subsides soon, but the feeling of being full stays, and you keep it, loving how good it feels. the head of his cock nudges deep inside you, bobbing up into your throat and you fall apart, fucking yourself on him, addicted to the way he hits every little spot inside you that you need. 

you’re moaning, panting loudly in his ear, and he eats every single one of them up, gripping your hips when he guides you down onto him. kisses lay wetly across the side of his neck, teeth graze over his ear, praises of how fucking big he is, and how good he feels inside you, relay to him over and over, making his cock twitch when he picks up the pace in his thrusts. 

“you’re so nice while i fuck you baby, maybe this is how i should shut you up more often huh?” he teases, but you don’t care, you’d start arguments with him if it meant he’d always feel this good in you. 

“in so deep,” you whimper more to yourself but he hears you, he hears it all. he hears how fucking soaked you are around him, hears every little breath, every little moan that comes out of you. 

he smacks over your ass, chuckling to himself when you whine and clamp down around him. “maybe i should go find that guy huh?” he leans forward, lips on your shoulder when he ruts up into you deeper, right there to hold you closer when you keen into him at the hard thrust.

“ ‘should find him and fuck you in front of him, show him how its done, what do you think of that baby?” he grunts, hands tightening over your hips. 

you just moan, babbling something incoherent when you grind down onto him, his words acting as a lighter underneath the growing flame while you bounce on him. you squeeze around him, your body unashamed of how much you like the idea of such a dirty act. 

he feels the way you clamp down around him, chuckling breathlessly, his hand traveling behind your neck to force you to look at him. “or maybe it’s you who’d like that,” he taunts, expecting a shy shake of your head, but you just nod, trying to meet his thrusts. "i'll do whatever you want javi," you whimper pathetically, and god, that does something to him. 

"know you will, so sweet baby," he groans, leaning back to watch where you both meet, loving the sight of his cock entering and disappearing into your cunt. 

you tug at the hair from the back of his head, messily kissing all over his jaw and cheek, and he takes it all, adoring how clingy you are with him right now. he pulls the front of your dress down, hooking his fingers under the cups of your bra and groaning to himself when he sees your tits, pretty and pert under the bra, he of course, picked out for you. 

black see-through lace, his favorite. 

"gonna be the death of me, mi vida," he murmurs to himself, latching his hot eager mouth over them. he assaults the soft skin with his tongue, teeth grazing over your sensitive nipples, a smirk forming around the flesh when he teases the ghost of a bite, wanting to laugh when you squirm and arch your back at his actions. 

his fingers find their place back to your clit, rubbing over the nerves like clockwork, syncing the way you bounce on him with harder thrusts, making the pleasure surrounding you inescapable. 

breathing is getting harder, but it feels unimportant, everything does when it comes to javi. in this moment if he told you to stop breathing altogether you honestly just might listen to him. 

but it's so much so soon, and you want to hold onto the moment for as long as you can, enjoy each stroke of his cock deep inside you longer, and if he keeps touching you like this, you know you won't last. you paw at his hand, trying to push the relentless wrist away. "no more javi, m'gonna cum too fast please," you whimper, but he doesn't agree. you're finished when he's finished. 

"do i need to cuff you to the headrest or are you gonna keep those hands to yourself?" he spits, sounding harsh, sounding serious. you whine like a wounded puppy, shaking that empty little head of yours. 

"but javi," he grabs your chin, guiding your gaze downward when he moves his jacket to the side, revealing the cuffs that hang from his belt loops. "think i'm kiddin'? hands to yourself or around me. otherwise you get these. your choice," he's still inside you, and you can't take it, you throw your arms around him, hugging him close while trying to get him to move again. 

"gonna be good, gonna listen, m'sorry, please move javi, please?" 

he senses your desperation, and gives in, continuing his thrusts. you sigh in relief, following the way his hips piston up into you with your own. 

"can i touch you?" you whisper, unsure if you're allowed to, but javier relents, nodding with a kiss to your neck. you slide his jacket off eagerly, quickly unbuttoning his shirt before your hands are running along the warm skin of his shoulders, squeezing them when he thrusts right there. 

your hands drag down his chest, nails lightly digging into his tanned skin when your head falls back, rising and falling up and down on his cock. his mouth is on you again, tongue swirling over the curve of your chest, gripping them roughly in his wide palms. 

he watches you from this view, how you lose yourself when he's got his cock in you, and he thinks maybe he should have encouraged you to ride him earlier. 

he's getting close, watching you has only pulled him closer to the end, his cock twitching the more he imagines how good you'd look dripping in his cum. he imagines your trembling thighs being parted by his hands, your abused hole just leaking and leaking from his cum. 

"m'close, gonna let me finish inside mi vida?" he grunts, and you nod heavily, clamping harder down around him when he asks. "please, please javi," you beg, and who is he to deny you? 

his fingers run around your clit once more, those tight circles from the pads of his fingers bring you right there alongside with him, moaning his name in an incomprehensible voice while his face rests in the crook of your neck, bouncing you on top of him. 

"always wanted to cum in you baby, always wanted to fill you up nice an' good —fuck—, make you fuckin' full of me, just know you'd look so fuckin' good just drippin– shit," you're squeezing him like you never have before, his confessions, the ferver in the way he fucks you is just too much, your body acts before you can even process what’s happening. 

you cum all around his cock, and the pulsing of your walls, the whimpers of his name from your pretty lips is all he needs to join you in your blinding orgasm. he's cumming inside you, grunting your name and how fuckin' good you are for him, his mouth hot on your neck while he fucks you through your shared orgasms. 

he doesn't let up on your clit until the pleasure bleeds into pain, and you can't take it. with heavy breaths you collapse in his arms, panting like you've just ran a marathon, sweaty forehead resting on the cool leather of the seat. 

he gently shifts your hips backward, looking down at his cum that pours out of you. he likes the mess, likes how your cunt looks when he rubs his cum across your throbbing clit, you jump at the stimulation, begging him in a tired voice, no more javi. 

he listens, taking sympathy on your spent body. he puts your panties back over you, tucking himself away before he repositions you so you're properly sitting in his lap, letting your legs stretch across the rest of the backseat. 

"you okay mi bebita?" he murmurs softly, and you hum a sleepy yes, still buzzing from your orgasm. "still mad?" he asks jokingly, pulling a hazy giggle from you.

“i think you just fucked any anger i had left out of me." he laughs proudly at that, rubbing your back. "yeah? maybe that's how we should settle all our fights then." 

[necrotic-nephilim]

I started in DC by reading fanfics, but as I began to read actual comics, I started to be unable to read the actual fanfic that got me into it in the first place because it's so out of character.

But there are still some stories that I love to read because I love the found family trope so much, even if it isn't really accurate to the source material.

As a comics purist (sometimes), are there tropes that you like enough that you'll still enjoy a fic even if it's not accurate to canon?

oh my god this is SUCH a fun question. bc while i started with the comics, there were certain characters and/or character dynamics where i was exposed to the fanon before the canon (just bc it's hard to read everything when you start out just to read some fanfic) and so i've definitely experienced the fanon to canon transition. (*especially* with Jason Todd. i had only read 80s/90s stuff where he was already dead or the New-52 bc that was on-going when i got into comics and man. the fanon misunderstandings i had about him before i got frustrated and sat down to read all his pre-Flashpoint stuff were absolutely bonkers.) and aside from that, whilst i tend to prefer canon over fanon, i'm not past giving fanon its flowers for occasionally having really interesting insights. occasionally. so some of my fanon "guilty pleasure" tropes would probably be

Morally Grey Tim Drake - this is one where if you try to back it up with canon, i *will* get salty about it. of everyone in the Batfam aside from maybe Bruce and Cass, Tim has the *most* black and white morals. often his internal conflicts are routed in such an inability to compromise his moral views and it can cause him to clash with other characters. he's *very* stiff and rigid in his beliefs and is *rare* to compromise in even the smallest ways. i mean, DC has repeatedly used Tim Drake of Tomorrow/Savior/Gun Batman!Tim for a reason. it's to demonstrate that of everyone, Tim *cannot* have his morals compromised. there's no grey area for him. he's zero or a hundred, so if he tips over the edge of "too far" he tips *all the way*, and doing so is one of his worst fears, how he could go "too far" if he let himself. a couple panels out of context from Red Robin (2009) (which was a grief spiral for Tim to begin with) don't change that. now that said. if it's done *right*, i sort of love Tim being morally grey in fanfic. it takes a specific flavor for me, and it's incredibly important to include that mental spiral along with it, of him struggling to justify it. i don't have any interest in "Tim Drake is loosy goosy with Bruce's morals and has the highest kill count and no one knows teehee" bc it doesn't play with the interesting parts of making Tim morally grey, which are fracturing his psyche. but all in all, i think it's fun to put Tim in a morally grey area and i will read it in fanfic and i enjoy writing it a lot

Joker Junior!Tim Drake - i've not written it on this account (yet) but on my main ao3 account one of my biggest fics surrounds this concept. this is one of those "well *technically* it's canon but only in a specific very divorced from the comics universe and would not work at all in the main timeline" so, i categorize it as fanon in that 95% of fics exploring the concept are not doing so within the Batman Beyond universe, but the main timeline. i just love it. I'll take any excuse to whump Tim, but this concept is so fun. psychologically breaking Tim will always be my favorite pastime. there are so many ways to explore the long-term effects this could have on him, how it could affect the Batfam. i'm not a fan of it being used as a "gotcha" to Jason or Babs' trauma with the Joker to paint Tim as the Ultimate Victim, but it is fun to see how their relationships would be affected by being mutual victims of him. (i have a vague JayTim idea where TIm fully retires from being Robin after being Joker Junior and killing the Joker, making Steph Robin for most of his typical Robin era and Jason still tracks him down out of curiosity bc he wants to know what happened and all. very underbaked but i've got thoughts.)

Renegade/Apprentice of Slade!Dick Grayson - this is another one where yes, this happened *sort of* in canon, but i highly doubt most people writing Renegate!Dick have read or are actually pulling from Nightwing: Renegade. it's just an exploration fo the concept fo Dick being Slade's apprentice and i will always eat it up in any capacity. whether Dick grows up with Slade from a young age, or chooses Slade for whatever reason later in life. it's not anything that works in canon bc it compromises Dick morally (similar to the above with Tim) and therefore will always come across incredibly fanon in most fics. but i can't say i don't enjoy it. it's fun to make Dick a little morally fucked up and see what you can make him under Slade's tutelage.

Jason & Damian Meeting in the League -there's no world where i believe this could work in the canon comics. (maybe in the Young Justice cartoon i suppose, but even then i think it's iffy) i would go as far to say it's wildly unrealistic. i don't see a world where Ra's would let Jason anywhere *near* Damian, bc Jason was Talia's pet project that he didn't approve of. that all said, there's something very interesting about how they *could've* met and them potentially bonding during that timeframe. them being somewhat brotherly during this time because Jason sees Bruce in Damian and sort of latches onto the kid and Damian is full of wonder hearing real stories about Batman and Robin, then that getting violently ripped away by Jason leaving the League is fun to me. it's fun how that could affect them within the Batfam and all. it's super fanon to me, but i do not care. i will eat it up

Bad Dad Clark Kent/Good Dad Lex Luthor - i will admit as a late, i've been less and less kind to this particular fanon bc of everything i've argued with people about, *this* one seems the most pervasive as misunderstood fanon. i don't mind when fanon exists, my gripe is when ppl try to claim it's canon. and the *arguments* i've had over this with people who can never seem to cite an actual comic are... frustrating. but that said, i think there is something fun to this strictly in fanon. the duality of who you expect to accept Kon and who you expect to hurt him being flipped is just sort of fun for the occasional guilty pleasure fic. it can make Kon's internal conflict a bit more interesting. the same goes for the Jon favoritism from Clark, it's not a canon thing (and i rlly wish ppl understood how complicated the timeline of Kon and Jon is and any distance from Clark toward Kon isn't malice, it's that Kon is from a timeline that Clark does not remember in the current canon so Clark just straight up doesn't know the poor kid.) but it's sort of fun to give Kon that complex of being overlooked and forgotten sometimes. making Kon just a *bit* more Luthor than Kent will *always* appeal to me in fanfic, especially if he *knows* it's wrong but craves approval from anyone who will give it.

Good Dad Bruce Wayne - i'll die on the hill Bruce is canonically a shitty father. maybe not to the extreme some people write him as, but he's not great at it. that said, i enjoy it in fanfiction. sometimes, i just want silly fluff or hurt/comfort where Bruce finally gets it right and manages to comfort whatever Batkid is in the fic. one of my favorite fics of all time is hinged on Bruce being a good dad, so i think it's just fun to explore how good the relationships *could* be, if Bruce was slightly less of an asshole. i usually prefer him as an asshole, but there are times i want low stakes nonsense.

Gotham Rogues Having Soft Spots for Robin(s) - just about every Rogue in Gotham has done something absolutely irredeemable, and most of them don't like or care about anyone in the Batfamily. but if there's a fic where one of the Robins inexplicably is sort of close with a Rogue and they have a cute silly relationship out of it? I'll eat it up i fear. Steph and the Riddler are besties? I'll believe it. Tim and Scarecrow get along pretty well? give me ten of these. Rogues protecting Robins just hits a spot. the unexpected nature of the relationship, as well as the fact they see each other regularly, can make a lot of good fodder.

[mahouplanetofficial]

Advanced Mahou Outfit Guide 💫

Hi guys! I hope you all are excited for more posts to come– AP exams are over, and soon school will be out for the year! To those who have upcoming school exams, or are in the final stretch of school, good luck! We believe in you :) 

Also, another reminder to join Mahou Planet! We have a couple of Summer events we’re planning, gamenights, challenges, etc! It’d be lovely to have you join our endeavors ^^

Now that that’s over, are you guys ready for today’s guide?

👗 INTRODUCTION TO MAHOU FASHION

If you’re no stranger to the world of magical heroes, you’ll know that they have different outfits whenever they transform. Strikingly different outfits compared to how most of us dress on the norm. Advanced magical heroes will likely know what they’re searching for in terms of outfits, however, beginner magical heroes may not know where to start– that’s what this guide is for! In this guide, I’ll be discussing a couple of tips and tricks to create your magical hero outfit!

👠 HOW DO I GET STARTED?

To get started, I recommend following some of the advice that I shared on my concept basics post– especially with making lists. I recommend making bulleted lists of what you want/don’t want, specifically in outfits. For example, writing down “I want to wear a skirt” and “I don’t want heels” already narrows down a LOT of possibilities you have for an outfit! 

Another recommendation is to decide a couple of concept themes before you create an outfit, so you can correlate your concept with your outfit. Knowing the basics can help you more than you think– know your desired motifs, colors, etc.

One more important tip, think about what you are comfortable wearing and what you’d like to embody as a magical hero. You can experiment with this by playing dress-up in your bedroom, fitting rooms, etc! Experiment with what you feel comfortable wearing in real life, so you’ll get an idea of what you’d like to wear while doing magic. If you can’t do this, then think about what you would like to wear as a magical hero. Maybe you want to try a new style, or (my personal motivation) defy societal norms/the “dress code” you were raised with. Basically, go out there and experiment! 

💄 BRAINSTORMING IDEAS

Now that you have these new ideas layed out, it’s time to brainstorm! Go out in the real world or on the wonderful world wide web and search for some outfit ideas! Here are some helpful sources for finding outfits:

Pinterest is a STAPLE for inspiration. Some keywords I recommend are “magical girl”, “magical girl oc”, “magical girl oc design”, “(your aesthetic)core outfit”, “runway outfit” and “stage outfit”!

Research some magical hero animes/games for outfit ideas! Some I recommend looking at are Madoka Magica (more specifically Magia Record since there’s like 1000 magical girls there), Precure, Girls x Heroine, Cocoppa Play, and Pripara!

tumblr (this platform teehee) is also a nice place to search for inspiration! You can use the same keywords above, just with tumblr hashtags!

Play around with dress-up apps like Gacha Life 2, Dolldivine, Everskies, Picrew, and ROBLOX (I know a couple of avatar editor games, if you want me to drop them, just ask!)

Go window shopping (or shopping if you have the money) and look at magical hero-esque outfits! You can go thrifting, to the mall, online shopping, or look at other people’s everyday outfits!

🎨 DESIGNING THE OUTFIT: SECTION 1

Now that you have inspiration and plenty of ideas to go off of, it’s time to DESIGN! You can design your outfit with any method, from creating collages off of images, to using dress-up games, drawing your design, commissioning an artist, there’s endless possibilities!

The only method I recommend you don’t use is AI art. AI art not only takes credit away from actual artists, but AI art is environmentally harmful and the algorithm searches every image on the internet, including medical records and illegal and problematic images. Mahou Planet has a rule against using AI art: “There will be no AI art usage in this server. This rule is non-negotiable. Accidentally sending AI art without knowing is understandable and can be corrected by deleting the message, however, do not promote the usage of/use AI art.” I will not be willing to argue with anyone about the morality of AI art– know it is not supported by us. There are many better alternatives that can get you a better design, and most importantly- it’s a design that you (for the most part) create yourself!

There are lots of different factors to consider for your outfit design, such as whether you have teammates, uniforms, shared outfit motifs, outfit rules, etc. We’ll go over those in this section!

TEAMMATES

If you have teammates, it may be a good idea to correlate your outfits together to show that you’re a team. 

For example, the magical girls in each Precure season have shared outfit motifs to show their team harmony. I think the Precure season that does this well is GoPri. The Cures in Go Princess Precure each have a tiara with a charm representing their outfits motif, princess-like dresses, a back bow, and a golden gem on their outfits. You can easily look at them and tell that they are a team. 

Another example of this is of Winx (specifically S1)! The simplicity of their designs, the glittery fabric, the small wings, and the boots are all correlated, even though the girls themselves all stand out with unique takes on these rules. 

Something to take from these magical girls is that they each have something to tell that they’re a team. If you are a team and want you guys to have shared outfit motifs, make sure that someone can look at a picture of your team and can tell that you guys work together.

A simpler solution to this is uniforms! Uniforms are basically a simpler way to coordinate your teammate outfits. One of the most famous examples of this is Sailor Moon: their outfits, besides some accessories, are the same. The only difference is the color scheme. This is easy for those who don’t want to design unique outfits, or want outfits to stand out in terms of color. 

Here’s a more simplified list of the pros and cons of having uniforms VS unique outfits:

Uniforms

Easy to design

Takes little to no thought

Colors easy to pick out

Can be either simple or complex

Colors may be hard to remember for each member

Limited freedom of expression

Unique Outfits

Harder to design, but a more satisfied finish

Outfit and colors may be hard to remember for each member

Usually complex but some can be simple

Freedom of expression, or much freedom if there are still rules

Harder to coordinate

As you can see, I have a little bit more pros under uniforms. However, do what you want with your designs! I personally always go for unique outfits– some of the unique outfits I’ve seen in the magical hero community look STUNNING!

If you want to have unique outfits or uniforms, a good thing to implement is outfit rules. Rules are basically what you can and can’t do in a design. When I’m designing teammates, I have rules listed under DO, DO NOT, and IT DEPENDS categories.

DO is of stuff you can change, add, modify, etc. For example: you can have a unique hairstyle.

DO NOT is stuff you cannot change, no exceptions! Example: you must keep a bow on your chest.

IT DEPENDS is stuff you can modify, but may be limited. Example: You can change the shape of a skirt, but it must keep white ruffles and be in the color of your theme color.

These rules can vary based on your kind of magical hero and what you want for your team. Remember: you are the designer! Design to your heart's content and what you think looks good for you and your team! 💫

SOLO

If you’re going solo, this section may be a bit more helpful than what I said in the teammates section. Solo outfits usually apply to just yourself, so you have so much more freedom in designing your outfit. When making an outfit, don’t just focus on what looks good. Remember to design an outfit that makes you comfortable, and you only! 

If you want to have teammates in the future, or if you need more guidance on creating outfits, then it’s recommended to create outfit rules, just in case. Or if you’d like 100% freedom on outfit designs, do what you want! It’s your outfit!

THEME COLOR

Choosing a theme color is easier said than done. I see most magical heroes choose their favorite colors as their theme colors, and I have also seen magical heroes put more thought in their theme colors. Do what you want! Even if you don’t want a theme color or want multiple, you are still a valid magical hero!

For color palettes for an outfit, you can go on Pinterest for colors, or go to coolors.co to generate color palettes! A cool thing about coolors is that you can save color palettes for your magical form!

MOTIFS

Motifs are also important to decide on your outfit! To decide outfit motifs, repeating elements in your outfit, think about the theme your magical hero wants to display, or a moral lesson you’d like for whoever you’re fighting/the general public to learn. If you’re a magical hero of love, you can opt for adding heart shapes and motifs to your outfit. If you’re a magical hero of wishes, add some shooting stars on your outfit! It goes on and on for any motifs, it’s all up to you to determine how you use them.

🎨 DESIGNING THE OUTFIT: SECTION 2

For this section, I’ll go over the more detailed aspects of your design, from top to bottom! I’ll give advice on designing outfits, as well as some practical tips for your magical design.

HAIR

Probably the most famous– magical heroes are notorious for their crazy hair. Most magical heroes you see have long hair, either down or in some updo, and in the color of their theme color or an accent color. Some magical girls have their hair be a variation of their natural hair. You can have any kind of hair you’d like as a magical hero! Here are some of my tips:

Make sure your hair won’t hinder your fighting abilities- it won’t get caught in your outfit, you won’t trip on it, etc. Also, make sure your villains can’t grab your hair to pull you/catch you off guard! This is a common fighting technique and I’ve seen this absolutely destroy people in school fights. If crazy freshman can do it, your villains likely will as well.

Don’t worry about your hair being “easily recognizable” if you’re keeping your natural hair. You can always script in that no one recognizes you or use magic to ensure no one associates you with your secret identity.

As for personal recommendations, I recommend having your hair out of your face. I have bangs in real life and in my magical girl form; sometimes they’re a pain, especially on hot days. It’d kind of hinder your ability to see in your magical form. A good counter to this would be scripting the thickness or thinness of your bangs if you plan on having any, or to script that you see better once you transform (this is good for people with glasses!)

Also recommend to script that you don’t sweat when you transform. Sweat + hair = pain.

Choose a hairstyle you can fight in and feel comfortable with– if you’re not sure where to start, think about hairstyles you would like to try or hairstyles that flatter you. Even hairstyles you wear in real life would be a good start!

Don’t worry about damaging your hair with the color you choose, I’d like to imagine magic changes your hair color, and is completely damage-free! (Really wish this were the case in real life 😭)

HEADGEAR

I know a couple of magical heroes who plan on having hats or SOMETHING on their head in their magical hero form. If you’re interested in having headgear in your magical hero form, here are some precautions and tips:

I don’t want to say it’s a hindrance to have a hat (because I literally wear an ushanka in my magical hero form 💀), but try to find some way it’ll stay on your head while fighting. Unless you don’t anticipate doing crazy backflips, I’d recommend scripting that your headgear won’t fall off even in the craziest situations– or even better, it can only be taken off by your hands only.

Also script that your hat (or better: your entire mh outfit) is the exact size for you, and grows as you grow in civilian form!

Try to find some practicality in it! I see magical heroes go for goggles to replace their civilian form glasses. Some magical heroes wear hats to keep the sun out of their eyes. I had an old concept where my magic came from a top hat (if you know, you know). Hats don’t just have to be fashionable, but I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted something cool just to finish off your outfit.

If you’re looking for hat designs, a good game I recommend for inspiration is Genshin Impact! The creativity the characters have for their headgear is amazing, and I can imagine some magical hero designs based off of just hats alone. Pinterest is also a good place to look!

TOPS

Tops! This is one of my favorite parts of designing! Designing tops is always really fun. Here’s some advice:

I recommend looking up necklines or just pretty tops in general for inspiration! 

Also recommend to have a built-in bra with your top, wearing one separately would be a hassle in my opinion.

One of my biggest pet peeves with strapless tops is it falling down every 5 seconds, so if you have a strapless top, make sure you script that it won’t fall while you’re fighting. 

This is the same for sleeves in general! Script they won’t fall down.

If you have anything tied in your magical form, like ribbons, script that they won’t come out or loose.

Make sure you choose something you’re comfortable with! Script that you’re comfortable in your top, no matter what kind of top you’re going to wear in your magical form.

PSA for magical heroes who want gloves: script that you can use your phone while wearing them. I hate wearing gloves and then having to take them off just to use my phone :( 

If you aren’t planning on wearing gloves, script that you don’t leave fingerprint traces on surfaces you touch, just for security reasons!

I’d hate to continue the “YOU DON’T NEED PAINTED NAILS IF YOU’RE WEARING GLOVES DUHHH!!!!” debate, do what you want with your nails! Pinterest has gorgeous nail designs! If you are wearing gloves, I’d recommend making the color of your nails change the natural color of your nails. Long nails would probably be more of a liability than shorter ones, or you could script your nails are immune to breaking, getting damaged, falling off, etc.

A smart idea would be incorporating your outfit into some kind of use with your magic. For example, if your main weapon is guns, then I’d recommend keeping ammunition on your body, on a sling or a belt. This takes a bit more thought to be put into it, but it’s so worth it and makes a great design in the end!

BOTTOMS

Bottoms are also fun to design! In my opinion, these are the most versatile. There are different directions you can take for bottoms, SO many different directions! Here’s my advice and suggestions:

Go for what makes you the most comfortable! You are 100% a valid magical hero if you go for pants or shorts over a skirt and vice versa! It’s your outfit! If someone has a problem with how you present your magical self, they can kiss your- 💥💥/JOKE /ok but fr ignore people who have problems with your outfit they’re just insecure (/srs)

If you are planning on wearing a skirt, please script safety shorts or opt for a skort instead! I don’t think I should explain why flashing people while you’re fighting is not only embarrassing but dangerous since there are terrible and disgusting weirdos out there. 

If you’re wearing socks, script that they won’t slide down (another pet peeve of mine)

If you want to wear heels, or if your shoes are high heeled, PLEASE script that you know how to fight in heels and won’t fall or trip! Been there done that, it’s not fun. Also scripting that your feet won’t get blisters is a good precaution too!

Also, if you’re wearing a back bow/something on the back/a cape, or anything you’re scared will catch up into something while moving, script that you’re not going to get stuck or nothing will catch your clothes while you’re moving.

MAKEUP

I feel like makeup is a less commonly talked about thing when it comes to magical hero design. I think makeup is also important to consider when you’re transformed! Here are some considerations:

Make sure your makeup is sweat-proof, sensory friendly, and won’t wipe off or get ruined while fighting. Emphasis on sensory friendly, I avoid makeup in civilian form because foundation is absolutely PAINFUL.

Search for makeup styles you like, or go off of makeup you wear or would like to wear in real life! You can go for natural makeup, glamorous makeup, stage makeup, etc.

Royale High on ROBLOX is a good game to look for makeup styles! The makeup in faces (to my knowledge) is free to use! Everskies is also a good game to experiment with makeup!

Tear proof makeup works as well, just in case you end up crying in your magical hero form. 

🎤 GENERAL TIPS

Keep in mind the environment you’ll be fighting in may change depending on where you go. You may fight in the rain, in snow, on the beach, etc. It’d be a nice idea to accommodate your outfit for such conditions, or to script that your outfit is weather-proof. 

Speaking of accommodations, if you’re disabled, it’s always a great idea to script accommodations for your outfit! You can script that your outfit is sensory friendly, isn’t itchy, and (my favorite) there are no tags on your magical outfit.

I also like to script that my magical outfit is able to regulate heat/coolness! This can work for any outfit, even if you can’t find the logic behind it. It’s magic! That’s all the logic you need!

Make sure you’re able to find some way you can fight in your outfit. Even if you don’t plan on fighting, it’s a good precaution!

Kind of TMI, but if you get periods, script that your outfit is bleed-proof. This is also good if you end up getting hurt in your outfit. Also scripting that your outfit’s immune to tearing or getting injured is a great idea!

A fun way to experiment with how your magical hero outfit may look is to take a full body picture of yourself and then draw over it with your magical hero clothes. You can also dress in aspects of your magical hero outfit in real life with items you have at home (ex. wearing a top similar to the top in your magical hero form) to get a feel of what you’ll be wearing.

If you need design help, I suggest joining Mahou Planet! There are great magical hero designs there and talented designers willing to help you! Searching for inspiration, meshing different pictures of outfits together, and asking friends for help are also valid methods!

💫 CONCLUSION

In conclusion, there are about a gajillion different ways to create a magical outfit. There’s not one right or wrong way to design, or a “bad” or “good” design: what matters is that you’re comfortable in it and that it’s an outfit you love! Outfit changes are 100% valid, and I’d even recommend scripting variations of your outfit for weather/personal reasons!

At the end of the day, designing should be a fun process. I hope you guys learned a thing or two from this post, and have fun designing your magical hero outfit! Remember to join Mahou Planet to have a chance to choose the next article I write!

See you guys next post! 

(idols: yeojin - loossemble, jinsoul, choerry, kim lip - artms, mina - twice, ella - pixy, gowon, hyeju - loossemble, gwsn ot7, stayc ot6)

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i request Benny Weir helping the female reader face her fear of small spaces or heights

Too High (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Benny tries to help you get over your fear of heights, but it doesn’t go as planned.

A/N: sorry for not posting anything in a fat minute, i lowkey dont feel like a person sometimes teehee

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When your boyfriend Benny asked you about your biggest fear, you thought he was simply curious. You told him that when you were little, you fell out of an old friend’s treehouse and broke your arm. That gave you two months in a cast and a couple of years of avoiding being in a space more than fifteen feet off the ground.

After answering, you thought nothing of the question, quickly moving on to a more interesting topic. But Benny still seemed to think about what you had shared with him. He felt a sudden need to try to fix the little problem you had.

Which brings you to now, a few weeks later.

“Can I open my eyes now, Benny?” You asked, blinded by both his and your hands as he guided you somewhere outside. You figured you were in Benny’s backyard, but you wouldn’t know for sure until he’d let you see where you were.

“Just a few more steps.” He said, pushing you forward. Eventually, he stopped you, and you staggered a bit from him abruptly pulling at your shoulders. “Okay, now!”

You opened your eyes, immediately having to squint because of the bright sun shining through the trees. But when your vision focused, you became confused.

Benny must have seen the look on your face. “I thought we could have a picnic!”

“In a treehouse?” You looked at your boyfriend, trying to show that you were less than pleased with the idea without hurting his feelings. “Benny, do you know anything about me? That thing is so high up, there’s no way I-”

“Just hear me out!” He pleaded, gently pulling you closer to the ladder set against the tree. “It’s like exposure therapy. Be up in a treehouse, where your fear of heights started, for a couple minutes to get you used to heights again.”

“I don’t know, Bens…”

“You can go up first.” He said to ease your mind, although you would’ve been more relaxed if he said you could have your little picnic on the ground. “If you slip off the ladder, I can catch you. Plus, if I go up first, you’ll probably just leave.”

“No, I wouldn’t!” You said with a jokingly offended tone, and Benny raised his eyebrows at you. “Okay, maybe I would.”

After a bit more convincing, involving many comforting words and even more kisses, you agreed to at least try to go up into the treehouse. As soon as you got off the ground, Benny was right under you, holding the ladder to keep it steady even though it was already nailed to the tree. 

After getting halfway up the ladder, you started feeling a bit nervous and clammy. You took longer breaks between each rung, having an almost iron grip.

“You got it, babe!” Benny said from below. “Just don’t look down.”

Of course, after that, you looked down. 

The ground felt like it was stretching farther and farther away, and you started to feel a little dizzy. And then a lot more dizzy until suddenly, you let go of the ladder, and the world went black.

***

Instead of waking up on the ground, you woke up in the treehouse. Your back was a bit sore, but you supposed you were fine otherwise. “Hey.” Benny smiled at you with relief, grabbing some water for you. “How’re you feeling?”

“Okay, I think.” You responded, slowly sitting up and grabbing the cup from him. “How did I get up here? Last time I checked, when you fall, you go down instead of up.”

“I carried you up,” Benny answered, shrugging like it was nothing.

You raised a brow at him. Not completely convinced. “By yourself?”

He sighed. “Okay, I may have used some magic. But, I got you up here, didn’t I?”

You nodded, grabbing one of the sandwiches from the bundle of food Benny had spread out of the picnic blanket covering the wooden floor. “Very true.” As the two of you ate, you looked around. When peeking out the windows, you couldn’t see the ground. Just branches from other trees and the sky. If you ignored the fact that you were twenty feet in the air, being up in the treehouse with Benny actually felt nice and peaceful.

But there was something that the two of you hadn’t considered.

“So…” You started, gaining Benny’s attention. “How am I getting down?”

***

Benny Weir Taglist: @batmandallyboy

[gaycrittercentral]

YESS WE WOULD LOVE TO SEE THE FANKIDS ‼️

Hhhhdhdgshgd I’m very shy abt them but I’m gonna be brave since a couple of y’all were curious!! :’> here they are!!

There’s four of em and their names are Maisie, Lacey (short for Shoelace), Crowbar and Junior. They were born tiny, hairless and wrinkly and developed the ability to zoom around and track smells before they managed to open their eyes so they start terrorizing Jimmy Two Teeth before they can even see him, they’re like a horrible mix of naked mole rats and piranhas lmaoooo

Also here is the first drawing I ever did of them :’)

When I was designing them I felt like there were already so many fankids out there that are a really perfect fusion of both of Sam and Max’s looks, and I wasn’t crazy about trying to do it myself so I just made an army of little maxlets. The Maxlings, if you will! But I did give them longer tails in later drawings and Crowbar has floppy ears like Sam, so they didn’t completely skip his genes jfkhsgs ^^; I have planned out how they came to be but I’ll probably put that in a different post (maybe I’ll even write a little thing for it teehee that might be fun). But I can describe them a little here!!

Maisie is the oldest (as in the first one to be found, they weren’t really born in the traditional sense so \_:p_/) and she just really loves sharp objects lmao. She is mostly non-verbal, but in kind of a Ferb way where she’ll occasionally throw out a cryptic one-liner and mostly remain silent with kind of an ominous stare. Her sisters and brother are completely unfazed by this and have absolutely no fear of her, but she loves being scary to everyone else. She constantly seems like she’s about to commit an act of incredible violence but she doesn’t like to be caught doing it, so it’s all off-screen. She feels like it’s scarier that way. Max is very proud of her.

Lacey (Shoelace, because she used one as a teething toy as a baby which is baffling because neither of her dads wear shoes where did it come from??) is one of the middle kids. She likes dressing up and bounces around between masc and femme and both and neither. She also likes chatting a mile a minute with Crowbar, and she’s less of a twig than her sisters. Later in life she might try and get a lil buff like Sam. She mostly likes to go along with her sisters’ ideas because her head is pretty empty a lot of the time, and she’s slightly less inclined to jump to violence than they are. But only slightly. She also maybe picks up Sam’s habit of grabbing random items.

Crowbar is the other middle kid and fairly precocious. She’s the first one to unlock language capabilities (I have a comic about that I can post later!), and she loves trying to imitate Sam’s vocabulary. Not that she’s, like, good at it yet, but she’s trying lmao. She’s always very cheerful and bouncy and probably the most likely to cry a little if something goes wrong, but also frequently swings back around to bouncy happy and tends to forget whatever upset her immediately. She swings violently back and forth between having zero thoughts and being head full many thoughts that she has to babble loudly all at once.

And Junior is the youngest, the smallest, the baby of the family. He’s very shy and sensitive, and his sisters are like his own personal bodyguards lmao. He has a lot of sensory issues that his dads make sure to help him with, like getting him soft clothes and a noise cancelling beanie (bc he ears not really suited to headphones) and shooting out overhead lights when they’re too bright for him hdkdhshs. He also likes napping in Sam’s pockets and under his hat and Max loves carrying him around like the baby he is. He’s also a creative little dude and he likes drawing (and also eating the crayons afterward).

All four of them are little goblins who have no concept of morality (like even Junior, he may be skittish but he still condones violence and chaos hdkdhshs) and will eat almost anything. They are truly their fathers’ children shjfjjdgdjshsh, and speaking of which Sam and Max are thrilled to have them around and completely obsessed with them hehe. They pretty much just carry on with their cases like usual except now they have a small pack of land piranhas that they can sic on difficult suspects lmaoooo

And I have some more sketches of them I can post, too!! So I’ll probably bounce back and forth between that and the virtues for a bit hehe :>

[ranticore]

Can’t stop thinking about the tag on one of your posts where you called Ambrose an Elizabethan dipshit. I’ve got echolalia about it, it’s such a good phrase. Anyways how does Flicker keep Twist in line? I know Twist has his beloathed harness preventing him from biting but does he never have an opportunity to get Ambrose with his claws or tail before Flicker catches him? I love these three btw I particularly love the idea of Flicker just being the world’s laziest sphinx and letting Ambrose think he’s in charge lol

gfhsdkjgh yeah for Ambrose i really wanted to channel sort of classical zoologists/"explorers" from colonial nations who'd come home one day with a lion or tiger and then just kinda keep it around the house thinking they were sooo cool and impressive for "taming" one. coupled with a healthy dose of extreme foolhardiness and belief in his own superiority. you know he's writing absolute fucking nonsense scientific articles about keeping manticores and making batshit care recommendations for anyone who asks

flicker really doesn't need to do much to keep twist in line tbh. flicker is a massive bully and very well-spoken so they're pretty good at getting their way with Ambrose by just telling him what he wants to hear (with an added 'and if you don't do what i want, i might kill you and destroy your reputation, teehee'... Ambrose understands this subconsciously if nothing else). Twist on the other hand is at the bottom rung of the dynamic. If he tries to just slink off, Flicker will be able to follow him easily. If he tries to attack Ambrose for real, Flicker will stop him - don't ruin the good thing they have going on!!

Also yes hehe Twist got Ambrose Once with his tail, before Ambrose realised that stinger restraints are probably more important than anything at the front end. It was very shallow but resulted in immediate paralysis, but Twist couldn't do anything about it (he had already been taken to Ambrose's property and was trapped indoors with the head restraints on). When he made up his mind to try to kill Ambrose anyway by like, maybe trying to suffocate him or knock something heavy onto him, Flicker intervened. That was how they met and what made Twist understand the reality of the situation.

Ultimately Twist is a bit too passive to really fight against his situation all that much. He's lazy, too, it's in his nature. Also he killed like 12 people over the course of a couple of years outside the village where Ambrose captured him and is aware that this situation sucks but is better than the torches and pitchforks treatment he would otherwise have gotten.

[riddle-me-ri]

howdyyy! i have a request :] (this if u even do sequels lol)

could you write hcs for The Tetches x dormouse!reader who (during naps) will grab and sleep-cuddle anyone in range if not already pacified with a pillow/plushie to hug??

if not, that's fine!! thanks for reading teehee i love your work /)^3^(\

a/n: asdfh okay but wait no stop…that, that is absolutely adorable and I’ll be more than happy to make that happen for ya! I’m glad you love my work, your tags on the dormouse reader really made my day 🥺💚 and I hope you enjoy this one too! Sorry for the weird title…it was awkward titling this one to fit my banners lol.

The Mad Hatters React to Being Trapped by a Sleepy Reader

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter:

- Jervis is startled at first.

- His first instinct is to detach himself from whatever has him captured.

- However when he sees that he’s wrapped up in your arms–he’s surprised.

- If it were anyone else, Jervis would have rolled his eyes and shrugged the arms away.

- But, it was you…his sweet dormouse.

- While he did find your sleepiness troublesome, he can’t help but find it endearing.

- Especially in this moment, where you were so deep in slumber, you reached out to him and nestled yourself into his side.

- After very little debating, Jervis decides to get comfortable alongside you. A small smile forming on his face that mirrored yours.

BTAS Mad Hatter:

- Jervis usually tries to stay prepared for all your sleeping needs.

- Such as blankets, pillows, or plushies.

- Yet sometimes, like anyone else, he just forgets.

- He never expected you to lean on him one day, however.

- Jervis is instantly a blushing red mess.

- He tries to look around for one of your usual items–to no avail.

- He sighs in defeat, but he relishes in the sweet proximity.

- Jervis will rest his head on top of yours, after pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

TNBA Mad Hatter:

- Wee mad lad is the perfect pillow size.

- Jervis is taken aback at first.

- He’s relieved to see it’s just you that’s got him captured.

- At first, Jervis tries to wiggle and squirm out of your arms–but failed.

- You just end up nuzzling closer into his side, a sleepy content smile on your face.

- The soft look on your face causes Jervis to pause his squirming.

- You truly looked really adorable when you were sleeping, he realized.

- Jervis eventually warms up to the idea of being a human pillow, but only for you, and in private.

Harley Quinn:TAS Mad Hatter:

- He rolls his eyes.

- Unlike a couple other Jervi, he's totally used to this.

- And he pretends to be annoyed.

- Jervis will gently try to shake you or pat you, something to get you to wake up.

- When deep down he actually loves it.

- He loves the warmth of your arms.

- He loves how you cling to him, and how your grip gets stronger if he even remotely tries to get away.

- Jervis ensures that whenever you fall asleep, he'll always be within your arms reach.

Joker’s Asylum Mad Hatter:

- Jervis is stunned at first.

- His heart pounds at the tight embrace.

- The beats get faster when he realizes its you.

- Well, this is quite the predicament.

- He's unsure what to make of it, but he can't say he's uncomfortable.

- You are so peaceful and warm.

- Jervis can easily see why you find it incredibly helpful to sleep with something…

- Perhaps he can talk you into taking naps with him like this from now on.

Secret Six Mad Hatter:

- Jervis literally won't allow you to sleep with anything else but him.

- The only exceptions being your childhood plush that always helped you sleep or a hat he's made for you.

- Like HQ:TAS, he always makes himself within your arms reach, so you can latch onto him.

- He just finds you so incredibly adorable.

- You also make the perfect model for all his little hats he manages to make whilst in your capture.

- Jervis also likes the idea of being the last one you see when you doze off and being the first one you see when you wake up.

- He likes to stick close to you, to protect you while you sleep.

- Jervis just loves to be able to make his dormouse comfortable as they sleep away.

[coff-in]

¡Hihihi!, Excuse my bad writing in English, it is not my native language and no matter how well you read my writing is terrible so I use the translator to make sure it's okay (it will probably end up unintelligible but I do what I can)😿

Sooo, I was thinking, what about a situation in which the reader is the middle sister of both graves?

I think that in this situation the dynamic could change a lot, that is, the reader (Fem reader if possible) would really suffer more than all the attachment to Andrew as he is the most present figure for her, but he would not suffer what would be the extreme and unhealthy obsession that Ashley would develop since she does not really suffer from any mental condition genetically, but still has a certain dependence on Andrew due to the lack of presence of her parents

and with his relationship with Ashley it would be more complicated, why would the reader try to do things to help Andrew with Ashley during parenting, but at the same time feeling this sense of jealousy why Andrew was giving attention and more care to Leyley so he could keep her out of it. But with the passage of time he would not notice that because in spite of everything the reader if he becomes more socially active with more children his age which helps in a certain way to that

I'm thinking that despite that Leyley (obviously as expected) is going to develop a dependency on the reader for seeing her as a mother figure in certain aspects, which would lead to annoyance, jealousy, etc. As in the case of Nina, at this point Ashley not only killed Nina because she did not want to lose Andrew, but also the reader who was a close friend of Nina, which the reader would be in the scene but would take a while to arrive. realize the situation since on this occasion, they made the reader be the one who was looking for them

The relationship with Ashley would be more platonic but equally toxic, like the fear of losing her older sister and her mother figure who, despite everything, continued to give her love and attention. And in the case of Andrew, more romantic and at the same time obsessive like Leyley would be but much more discreet and cautious, but he was in constant denial with his feelings for his relationship as brothers... but he would not avoid doing what would be things that he knows They will pass that limit discreetly but looking for ways to not feel so guilty until eventually you just accept it

notes from coff-in: omg... i loved this request!! thank you so much for requesting (and sorry for the late reply)!!

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is 1 year older than ashley and 1 year younger than andrew, talk/mentions of incest

When middle sis [reader] was born a year after Andy, she was just little sis [reader]. She and Andy were close friends with each other (as much as you can be at one year old I guess). [reader] was a quiet child, like Andy was, and so Mrs Graves thought that it would be okay if she popped just one more child out. She learned quickly after that it was a bad idea, teehee.

Now dubbed “middle sis [reader]” she was expected to help raise Leyley along with Andy. She plays the middleman for the most part, used between Leyley and Andy to be the tiebreaker between fights they have. There are moments where her final say gets vetoed by the siblings, however; like in the case of Nina.

Middle sis [reader] didn’t want to lock Nina in a box overnight, just for a couple of hours maybe… she didn’t like the idea of Andy getting a girlfriend. His attention was so divided already, if he got a girlfriend it meant that there would be even less time for her! That’s not even mentioning how poorly Leyley would react.

So when she and her siblings go back to the warehouse to find a dead Nina, [reader] is reasonably scared and freaking out. She was an accomplice by not stopping them, right!? Burying Nina was truly a bonding experience for them all. 

Since Nina was out of the way now, Leyley didn’t have to worry about any other hussies trying to steal away her big brother and sister! And if they try to leave her, she’d just tell on them :) Middle sis [reader] would scold Leyley a lot due to her childish tantrums and overall recklessness, but when even she can’t reel Leyley in [reader] would turn to their big brother for help.

There are moments where middle sis [reader] would be a menace with Leyley, too, just to also get some more of Andy’s attention. Terrorizing other kids, getting into trouble at home, and then seeking Andy out for comfort. She’s his little sister also, isn’t she? He has to take care of her too, not just Leyley! Even when [reader] tries to get Andy’s undivided attention to herself, Leyley is always there to pester them both… they’re like three cramped peas in a pod!

As they get older, middle sis [reader] would be more independent like Andrew. Her attachment to her siblings was still there, obviously. [reader] would hang out with Andrew during his breaks to study and see him off to his classes. Whenever Ashley would get bullied [reader] would step in to beat up the bullies and also goof around with Ashley, too.

But middle sis [reader] would have her own friends to hang out with. She’d get a job or find some way to make money that would drag her away from her siblings. Ashley doesn’t fucking like this. You’d think after Nina that all these hussies would fuck off! [reader] wouldn’t let Ashley make her leave her job but she would let Ashley drive off her friends. 

“I don’t understand why you hang out with them.” Ashley groaned as she lay on the couch, a crappy horror movie played as white noise on the TV. “They’re a bunch of stupid whores! Did you see how they immediately ditched you at lunch today? They’re quitters!” She shot up in place and looked at [reader] who was bent over the back of the couch. [reader] sighed and chuckled lightly at Ashley’s comments.

“You are… very effective at scaring them, Ashley, but thanks for getting rid of the weeds.”

The quarantine wasn’t entirely unpleasant for the Graves siblings (minus the starvation). Middle sis [reader] took up their parents’ bedroom as her own but every once in a while, she’d sneak into Andrew and Ashley’s bedroom to sleep in their beds. She mostly sneaks into Andrew’s bed while he’s sleeping, hoping to not get caught acting so childish. 

I mean… who still sleeps in the same bed with their siblings at 21 years old? 

Cue to her sleeping next to Andrew in his small single bed, his hand wrapped around her in an attempt to not just full-on cuddle her. Maybe he’d spoon her a bit, trying to reason with himself why it’s okay, then trying to come up with excuses as to why she’d wake up to him snuggling her.

I bet Andrew is always acutely aware of where middle sis [reader] is in the apartment. I forgot where I saw someone say this (it was somewhere on Tumblr) but Andrew definitely takes any chance he can to move a sleeping or passed out [reader] or Ashley onto his lap. I bet he looks at her lips a lot, too. Wondering how they may feel on his lips or his skin… but he pushes them down with all the other thoughts he shouldn’t be having.

Ashley would go to middle sis [reader] for advice for cooking, since I think it’s canonically that she doesn’t cook well. She’d even look to [reader] for her opinion when they’re all eating their cultist neighbor.

“So? Did I cook him right, [reader]?”

“... uh… y-yeah. It’s… better than what I thought it’d be.”

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coff-in

[machapelady]

FANGS AND BULLETS

A very dissatisfied y/n leaves their army to join KorTac, with plenty of operators around to meet and connect, she finds herself dragged around with the battering ram of the group, König.

Check the end of the post for more information.

Stepping out of the damn office was just as hard as joining the KorTac forces. It wasn't like you were a weak operator, or that you had no value. It was the sheer pressure of being in those installations what made you shiver. Yet, you were accepted by them. Never knew how they found you, or why they reached. But you hated the army you served, and the deal was too good to let it slide. You just had to fake your death. And so you did, on a normal deployment on Iraq. Nothing too flashy, just another pawn with a name on it that fell in the hellfire of those lands. And now there you were, nervously rushing your steps towards what was supposed to be your new room. After years of sharing a bunk with your mates, you finally got four grey walls to give you privacy. The hallway was illuminated by long lights on the ceiling, it was unusually well kept, although a little sad in color, the walls seemed thick enough- Bump

"Oh, sorry!" Took you a little bit to realize that you had not bumped into one of those walls, but against a broad and geared chest. "N-no...it's my bad, I wasn't looking-" Oh The voice you had heard first did not fit the man that towered you like a Gulliver. And it did not fit the ragged and loose mask that covered his face, only blue-grey eyes piercing through it. He shook it off with a anxious laugh. "You must be the new operator! Heard a bit from my freund Horangi." Was he leaning away? You took a step to give both of you some space. "Yeah just got out of the main office... got the keys for the room... 023?" The man tilted his head. "023? That's close to Valeria's, I could take you there, if you wish." What kind of gentle giant was this? It didn't fit well with that hood and that build... yet you nodded. "I would really appreciate that, thank you." The walk was in utter silence. None of you talked, he seemed too closed to even try to start a conversation, and you were still too nervous and hyper-aware of your surroundings. Trying to take in as much as information as possible, memorizing the route back to the office. You spotted some signs that opened up to spaces such as a common room, some showers, and the meal hall. "This should be it, Valeria's 025, couple of doors to your right." You nodded in response, fidgeting with the keycard before swiping it on the pad that locked the door. "T-thanks..." When you turned around to thank him again, he had already vanished.

This is a TEASER, a prologue of some idea I had in the back of my mind. It will have some TW, to be specified in each chapter depending on the content (expect military inaccuracies and all of those tiny little mistakes we make teehee). It is female-focused, this means the MC, or y/n will mostly be represented by she/her pronouns. Many of the characters that will be named on this work are part of the actual KorTac group in the MW games.

Hope you all enjoy this little introductory bit (I know it's short), have some patience and I'll steadily update it 🫡

[divorcedfiddleford]

anyway. moving on from the show itself. so possibly my hottest take is that i think journal 3 should not have been published KJSHDFLGKHSDFGUIWEHRGJSDF. basically i think instead of trying to write the actual journal 3 they should have picked a handful of stories from his research era that they wanted to tell and made a graphic novel about that. i got WAAAAAAAYYYY off topic and wrote PARAGRAPHS about this but it's not related to the question you asked so i'll just summarize by saying i think it would play more to their strengths as writers, leave more to the imagination, and they could leave out all those fucking retcons that i hate

^ excerpt from this post i made a couple weeks ago. i wanted to post those paragraphs i spoke of teehee so in case anyone is curious here they are

aside from all the retcons that i hate, i think the biggest weakness of journal 3 is that it limits the imagination. with the publishing of journal 3, they had to establish a set timeline and list of events that happened. there's no way they would have been able to construct a chronological narrative otherwise. however this is actually quite stifling to a creative audience. before it was published, the timeline was largely left open to interpretation, with only the biggest plot points being cemented. and while i'm not going to act like this was some sort of golden age of fanworks (there were a LOT of stupid theories and objectively bad content), i do think it lent itself a lot more to creativity. i distinctly remember several authors in the middle of writing having to make disclaimers that their works were no longer "canon compliant" after the release of the journal, as though that meant they were inherently of lesser value, and i think that's really too bad.

i want to be very clear here. the issue is not that alex hirsch and rob renzetti wrote stories about what happened when ford was young. the issue is that they chose the journal as the means by which to tell those stories. they had to pull a LOT of retcons just to make that even possible - some of which i'll talk about later, others (like the fact that they were DESTROYED before the end of the series) are self-evident and/or have been bemoaned by me ad nauseam - when a graphic novel would have sufficed and probably played more to their strengths as tv writers. hell, they did this later! the only reason they chose to do it as journal 3 itself is because it's like The Symbol of the show and they knew everybody would buy it and it'd be a really cool collector's item.

but the problem with turning the journal into a chronological narrative (which it wasn't originally, i'll get into that) is that you have to decide everything that happened, and by extension, everything that didn't happen. creatively, this is torture. they made a book and said "this is it, the whole book, with all of the torn pages restored magically". therefore if you come up with a scenario you think is fun for ford to be in, you have to come up with a reason why it isn't in the journal. this isn't just a problem for fans. alex and rob wrote themselves into a corner with this. the book of bobos hasn't even been released yet and we've already seen that it features "lost journal pages". they thought of other things after the fact which would be cool to include! do you understand? they now have to legitimize the fact that they weren't there in the first place, which wouldn't be an issue if they just hadn't published journal 3 in the first place! i have no idea if this makes any sense i didn't take my adderall this morning but so many of these stories would have functioned just as well as a graphic novel.

another (more nitpicky) thing is that the journals are introduced to us as scientific research. field journals. ford measures the heights of organisms, rock formations, etc. the text blocks to the side of them are scribbles in the tv show, but you are meant to infer that they are more detailed notes about each of the entries.

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this stuff is SERIOUSLY LACKING in the published journal. and i get why! it's easy to imply the science in the tv show when you can just scribble to represent a block of text, but when you're publishing a book, you have to actually write all those words. alex and rob are NOT scientists, and writing realistic scientific descriptions of each anomaly is an unreasonable request, especially given the fact that they were so pressed for time and had a page limit. so i understand why they leaned into the diary angle instead - it's more narrative-based, it's in their wheelhouse, and it makes for better reading. but as an amateur scientist myself i was just very disappointed (the "hawktopus: too stupid to study" gag made me so sad. come on ford. i know you. i know you observed that hawktopus for like five months and took in-depth notes on its diet and behavior). again, i think this would not be a problem if the actual contents of the journal were limited to just what we're shown in the tv show and the audience's imagination. but i doubt very many fans care about this as much as i do shldjfkglskdfhgk

in the show, ford also seems to jump between journals as needed, implying that they were not separated chronologically - that is to say, he did not simply write in one book until it was full and then move on to the next one. this makes a lot of sense for scientific journals. you don't close the book after one encounter with an organism or phenomenon. you observe it multiple times, returning to it again and again, sometimes months or years after the initial sighting. you need to leave yourself space for future notes, which is precisely what we see ford doing here! it also made sense given the fact that he was able to go back and put part of his portal plans into each journal. if he waited until each journal was filled up before starting a new one then this would be a lot harder (he would have to add more pages to each book, which would mean redoing the binding. that's a lot of work! also he opens up journal 1 and almost immediately starts writing in it after coming out of the portal so unless there were empty pages in it beforehand when would he have time to add more pages? checkmate atheists). however this had to be changed for the book they wrote. again, i don't begrudge them for this. non-linear storytelling is HARD and, again, TIME CONSUMING! time is NOT something the writers had. but again i just think that this would not have been a problem if there wasn't a physical journal.

thank you for making it to the end of my post. as consolation here is a link to a doodle i did of ford in the portal 2 jumpsuit

[yakool-foolio]

Oh! Yakou for the ship ask game!

I'll try not to go too crazy this time and just go with the lead cast plus any other characters I've seen Yakou shipped with.

Yakou x his wife: 10/10; no notes it's perfect. Their DLC just made me want even more scenes of them together, they're so darn cute! I love the idea of her spirit watching over Yakou's homunculus because she wishes no harm to come to him just as she would do for his original self. They're both so devoted to each other, I adore them dearly.

Yakou x Shinigami: 8/10; listen... when ya write up a whole AU where ya stick a cowardly middle-aged man and a mischievous death god in handcuffs together, the interactions practically write themselves. I think I have convinced myself that they are such a fun duo that I so badly wish we got to see them interact in canon. But hey, that's what my couple hundred AU ramblings are here for.

Yakou x Yuma: 3/10; not for me, but I definitely see the vision. 'Oh my god they were roommates' type deal. I am all for people exploring all the nooks n crannies of Yakou n Yuma's dynamic, and them being romantic is certainly on the table. Go for it!

Yakou x Halara: 6/10; Halara's DLC is probably why this makes more sense than it would've before. They should turn the detective agency into a cat fostering home honestly. Broke af x Rich af but won't share jack. That 'I spent it all on gambling' meme I made basically explains how entertaining they'd be as a committed duo in my head.

Yakou x Desuhiko: 2/10; I feel like their relationship would be up in flames so fast. I couldn't really describe why exactly, it's just the vibe I get. Both of them are stubborn n prideful in their own ways that could clash pretty hard. I think there is an inkling of a chance they could settle their disputes and get along better, but it probably wouldn't lead to anything romantic in my opinion. I do like the acoustic guitar n electric guitar vibes they've got going on though.

Yakou x Fubuki: 4/10; never really got anything romantic outta them, but I think they would be pretty sweet together. Downtime is the best time for them. Fubuki rewinding time to try to save Yakou from getting stabbed will always be a gut punch.

Yakou x Vivia: 10/10; need I say more than what I already have rambled countless times about? Narratively complimentary, the moon and the tide, the umbrella symbolism, the tragedy and tenderness... it's all wrapped up into one perfect lil present and I am all the happier. I love them soso much and nobody can take them from me.

Yakou x Yomi: 10/10; THE BITTER EXES WOOOOOOOO! Toxic yaoi at its finest. Their open-ended past is my oyster for shoving in so much gay into their backstories and then proceeding to watch them tear each other apart (literally speaking with the Blank Week teehee). I want them to be covered in each other's blood.

[sicknessbysalem]

Hii, its me, the habitual requester of all things Novak haha. First of all, your writing is MAGIC! When I asked for that fic of Novak and Elya, I never thought you'd be able to write it in a way where I felt like I was watching a movie play out!!!! (I'm soo sorry I didn't comment on it sooner, I have a new job and currently have no time for anything other than work, eat and sleep haha.) Speaking of, you may have ignited another set of asks from me... ZAK & NIKO omggggg. I. Am. Obessed. One of the cutest dynamics ever and hockey players are automatically cool to me. I love the idea that they are besties (at the moment teehee) and just know how to help one another. I am a sucker for all things flashback and first times etc, so could you maybe do a fic when one of them (probs Niko jus cuz I imagine it makes more sense) gets sick for the first time infront of the other. I'm imagining like bumbling around, kind of shock at the level of illness, not knowing what to do but just wanting to help sorta thing. Hopefully you get my drift!!! I will continue to check your page for any and all updates as I have done since I discovered you!! No new job will stop me from reading your stuff :)

hi sweet anon! i always love seeing your asks.

i am so happy you enjoyed the novak fic. it was so much fun to write and i wonder why i dont include elya more than i do even on the side. i had a lot of fun with that request!

also, congrats on the new job! don't ever worry about not commenting on my stuff. i enjoy feedback but at the end of the day i understand people are just busy.

i loved this request too. i decided to play around with a couple ideas and settled on this. niko has cyclic vomiting syndrome, has for several years at this point. he doesn't talk about it much, if at all, but when it hits him it hits him hard. i figured what better way to really dig into this request was to play with the idea of the first time zak is around for one of his more violent cvs episodes for the first time.

if you have any requests, questions, comments, etc., send them my way!

tw for chronic illness, emeto (lots of emeto), not telling someone about illness, more emeto, caretaker panic, more emeto

It had been one hell of a long day. Practice had run over by nearly two hours, the coaching staff squeezing in every last drill they could before letting the team off the ice.

Niko and Zak had spent the entire session chirping at each other—playful banter thrown back and forth as easily as they passed the puck. For Niko, it was just another day, the adrenaline of skating hard and hitting harder fueling him like always.

But now, with the rink lights dimmed and most of their teammates already back at the hotel, Zak and Niko were the last ones left in the locker room. Zak had just finished tying up his gear bag, glancing over at Niko as he sat on the bench, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

Zak didn’t think much of it at first—Niko was always the type to linger a little longer after practice, either lost in thought or catching his breath after going all out.

But something was different this time.

Niko was quiet, unusually so, and Zak could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands gripped the edge of the bench a little too tight. Sweat still clung to Niko’s skin, though practice had ended nearly half an hour ago. His face was flushed, but not the usual post-practice kind—this was a deeper, unhealthy flush that seemed to highlight the strain in his expression.

Zak’s brow furrowed as he straightened up, slinging his bag over his shoulder before taking a step closer. “You alright, man?” he asked, his voice casual but tinged with concern.

Niko glanced up, his usual grin a little weaker than usual, but still there. “Yeah, just... you know.” He waved a hand dismissively, though Zak noticed the slight tremor in his fingers. “Feeling a bit off. It’s nothing. Probably the longer practice, all good.”

Zak didn’t buy it for a second. He had known Niko long enough to know when something was up, and the way Niko was hunched over now, breathing a little heavier than normal, sent warning bells ringing in Zak’s head. “You sure? You look kinda—”

“—Hot? Sexy? The most handsome forward you've ever been blessed to lay eyes on?” Niko cut in, his grin widening, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, I know. Thanks for noticing.”

Zak huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes, but the concern didn’t leave his face. “Nah, seriously. You don’t look so great. You coming down with something?”

Niko shook his head, though the motion seemed to make him wince. He pressed a hand against his stomach, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features before he quickly masked it with another grin. “Nah, just... stomach’s not happy with me. It happens.”

Zak’s frown deepened. “Like... food poisoning?”

Niko chuckled softly, though the sound was strained. “Not exactly. Just... you know. My stomach does this thing sometimes.” He waved his hand again, as if that was enough of an explanation, but Zak wasn’t satisfied.

Before Zak could press further, Niko’s breath hitched, his body tensing as a sudden wave of nausea hit him hard. He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing thickly, his hand tightening on the edge of the bench as he leaned forward, trying to breathe through it.

Zak’s eyes widened, his concern spiking. “Hey, you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re about to—”

“I’m good,” Niko muttered, though his voice was tight, strained. “Just... gimme a sec.”

Zak stood frozen, not sure what to do. He’d never seen Niko like this—never seen him so pale, so shaky. The playful banter that usually came so easily between them suddenly felt hollow, like it couldn’t cover up the tension in the room.

Niko’s body jerked forward suddenly, his stomach lurching violently as he gagged hard, the sound wet and harsh in the quiet of the locker room. Zak instinctively took a step closer, his hands hovering near Niko, unsure whether to grab him or stand back.

“Jesus, Niko—” Zak started, but before he could finish, Niko gagged again, harder this time. His whole body trembled, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he doubled over. Zak could hear the struggle in his breathing, the way Niko was trying—and failing—to keep control.

“Trashcan,” Niko rasped, his voice barely audible as he gestured weakly toward the corner of the room.

Zak didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the small trashcan and shoved it in front of Niko just in time for another violent gag to tear through him. Niko retched hard, his body convulsing as his stomach rebelled, but nothing came up—just the awful, dry sound of his body trying to purge itself.

Zak stood there, wide-eyed and helpless, watching as Niko’s breath hitched again, another harsh gag wracking his frame. “Niko... what’s going on? Is this normal?” Zak’s voice was edged with panic now, the sight of his normally tough, unshakable teammate reduced to this making his heart race.

Niko managed a weak grin between retches, though the effort clearly cost him. “Yeah... pretty normal,” he muttered, his voice shaky. He gagged again, his body trembling as he clutched the trashcan, his breath coming in labored gasps. “Don’t... freak out. Just... CVS.”

Zak blinked, the term not registering right away. “CVS? What the hell does the drug store have to do with? Is it a side effect?”

Niko gagged again, the sound raw and painful, and this time, a thin stream of bile spilled into the trashcan. His face was flushed with both fever and exertion, and his hands shook as he gripped the edges of the bin. “Cyclic... vomiting... syndrome,” Niko managed to choke out between breaths, his voice hoarse. “Been dealing with it... for years.”

Zak stared at him, his mind racing. Vomiting syndrome? What the hell? He had no idea what that was, but the name alone was enough to make his stomach twist with unease. “Wait, you’ve had this for years? And you didn’t think to mention it?”

Niko chuckled weakly, though the sound quickly dissolved into another violent gag. His whole body shook as more bile spilled into the trashcan, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. “Didn’t... seem important,” he muttered, though his voice was strained, his usual casual tone faltering as the nausea continued to tear through him. “It’s just... one of those things. No big deal.”

Zak’s eyes widened in disbelief. No big deal? Niko was practically falling apart in front of him, and he was acting like it was nothing? Zak ran a hand through his hair, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Niko gag again, his body convulsing with the effort.

“Seriously, man,” Niko rasped, his voice hoarse from the retching. “Chill your dick Zakaria. I’m fine. Just... let it pass.”

Zak shook his head, his mind still reeling. “Fine? Nikolai you've been throwing up your guts for ten minutes, and you’re telling me you’re fine?”

Niko managed another weak grin, though it was quickly overtaken by another bout of retching. His body shuddered violently as more bile splattered into the trashcan, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Yeah... used to it,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Zak felt a wave of frustration and concern wash over him. He didn’t know what to do—didn’t know how to help. Watching Niko like this, so casual about something that seemed so serious, made his head spin.

Niko gagged again, his body convulsing as his stomach tried to purge more, even though there was almost nothing left. The sound was awful, raw and wet, and Zak’s heart ached with every violent heave that shook Niko’s frame.

“You’re not okay,” Zak muttered under his breath, shaking his head. He crouched down beside Niko, placing a hand on his shoulder, the gesture meant to steady him, to ground him in some way. “You should’ve told me about this. What if—”

“I’m not dying,” Niko cut him off, though his voice was weak and breathless. He leaned forward, resting his head against the rim of the trashcan as his body trembled with exhaustion. “It’s... ugly, but it’ll pass.”

Zak frowned, his hand tightening slightly on Niko’s shoulder as another wave of nausea rolled through him, causing his body to jerk forward with another violent gag. Zak stayed beside him, his mind racing with questions, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask any of them. Not yet.

Zak couldn’t pull his eyes away from Niko, who was still hunched over the trashcan, his body shaking with the aftershocks of another violent gag. The room felt suffocating, the quiet of the empty locker room amplifying every sound—every ragged breath, every wet retch that came from Niko’s trembling frame.

“Jesus, Niko,” Zak muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, but the panic was clear. “This... this isn’t normal. You can’t tell me this is normal.”

Niko wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, breathing hard as he leaned his forehead against the cool rim of the trashcan. His face was pale, his eyes glassy from the effort of the nausea, but somehow, the grin still tugged at his lips. “For you? Nah. For me? Pretty much.”

Zak stared at him, his mouth falling open slightly. He couldn’t understand how Niko could joke right now, how he could act like this was no big deal. His stomach churned just watching Niko go through it—let alone trying to imagine what it must feel like.

“Look, man,” Niko rasped, his voice hoarse from the retching, “I know it looks bad, but... it’s fine. Really.” He coughed, his breath hitching as his stomach lurched again, but he pressed a hand to his chest, trying to force the nausea back down. “I’m used to this.”

Zak’s mind was racing, his heart pounding in his chest as he knelt beside Niko. He could feel the heat radiating off him—the fever that had clearly settled in, making Niko’s skin slick with sweat. The way Niko’s body kept convulsing, like it couldn’t stop trying to purge itself, made Zak’s own stomach twist with unease.

“Used to this?” Zak repeated, his voice tight with disbelief. “This isn’t something you should be used to.”

Niko chuckled, though it was more of a strained breath than a real laugh. He shifted slightly, resting his head on the edge of the trashcan as he shot Zak a tired grin. “It’s cute when you get all worried about me, you know that?”

Zak blinked, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and frustration. “Cute? Niko, you’re literally throwing up everything you’ve ever eaten, and you think this is cute?”

Niko smirked, though his body tensed again as another wave of nausea hit him. He gagged hard, his breath catching in his throat as his stomach heaved, and a thin stream of bile splattered into the trashcan. His face twisted in discomfort, but as soon as he caught his breath, he gave Zak a weak wink. “I mean... you’ve been staring at me this whole time. I figured... you were checking me out.”

Zak let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to make sense of the situation. His mind was spinning, his chest tight with worry, but Niko was still... Niko. Still making jokes, still acting like none of this was a big deal.

“I’m staring at you because you’re puking your guts out and I don't want you to like... pass out and drown,” Zak snapped, though the panic in his voice softened the bite of his words. “This isn’t normal, Niko. You need to see a doctor or something.”

Niko shook his head, though the motion made his stomach flip again, and he had to pause, his hand gripping the trashcan tighter as he gagged once more. “Trust me, I’ve been to enough doctors. They all say the same thing—just ride it out.” He coughed again, his breath shaky as he tried to catch it. “CVS... comes in waves. Sometimes... it’s bad. Other times... not so much.”

Zak’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Not so much? This is bad, Niko! You’ve been throwing up for—what? Fifteen minutes straight now? How is that not a problem?”

Niko grimaced as another heave wracked his body, his shoulders shaking as more bile spilled into the trashcan. He breathed through the nausea, his forehead resting against the rim of the bin as he tried to steady himself. “For me... it’s normal,” he muttered, his voice quiet, strained. “This happens sometimes. My stomach just... doesn’t know when to quit.”

Zak watched him, his heart clenching in his chest as he tried to process what Niko was saying. “So what? You just... deal with this? Every time?”

Niko nodded weakly, his face pale and sweaty as he leaned back against the bench, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yeah... pretty much.” He closed his eyes for a moment, resting his head against the cool metal of the bench behind him. “It sucks, but... it passes. Eventually.”

Zak shook his head, his hands clenching into fists as he tried to make sense of it. He couldn’t imagine living like that—couldn’t imagine having to go through something like this over and over again, knowing it would happen and not being able to stop it.

“How long does it usually last?” Zak asked, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

Niko cracked one eye open, glancing at Zak with a faint smirk. “Depends. Sometimes a couple of hours. Sometimes... longer.” He grimaced again, his hand pressing against his stomach as another wave of nausea rippled through him. “But... you know... it’s kinda cute how worried you are. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

Zak glared at him, though there was no real anger behind it. “Yeah, well, it’s hard not to worry when you’re throwing up like this, man.”

Niko chuckled softly, though the sound quickly dissolved into another gag. His body jerked forward again, his breath hitching as more bile splattered into the trashcan, his whole frame trembling from the effort. “Don’t worry... too much,” Niko muttered, his voice weak but still teasing. “I’m not dying.”

Zak let out a long breath, his heart pounding as he watched Niko ride out another wave of nausea. He didn’t know how to respond—didn’t know how to deal with the fact that Niko seemed so casual about something that looked so awful. But if this was normal for him, what could Zak do? He didn’t want to freak out and make it worse, but the helplessness gnawed at him, twisting in his gut.

Niko leaned back again, resting his head on the edge of the bench as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His breath came in slow, shallow gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to steady himself.

“See? Told you,” Niko muttered, his voice raspy. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Zak frowned, his eyes narrowing as he studied Niko’s pale face. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Niko smirked weakly, his eyes half-lidded as he glanced up at Zak. “Might just be... trying to get you to carry me back to the apartment.” He gave a weak wink, though the effort seemed to cost him, his body slumping slightly as the nausea flared again.

Zak let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah... but you love me for it,” Niko quipped, though his grin quickly faltered as his stomach lurched again. He doubled over, gagging hard into the trashcan, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts as more bile spilled into the bin.

Zak’s heart twisted in his chest, watching Niko go through it. He couldn’t understand how Niko could be so casual, so... normal about this. “I still think we should get you checked out,” Zak muttered, his voice softer now, the worry clear in his eyes.

Niko shook his head weakly, leaning back once the wave had passed. “Nah. Just... need to wait it out.” He glanced at Zak, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But hey... if it makes you feel better, you can stay with me ‘til it’s over.”

Zak stared at him for a long moment, his chest tight with a mix of frustration and concern. Niko was still being Niko—still teasing, still trying to downplay everything—but Zak wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

“Yeah,” Zak said softly, his hand resting gently on Niko’s shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

-

By the time they made it back to their shared apartment, Zak’s nerves were frayed. The walk from the locker room to the car had felt like an eternity, every step drawn out by Niko pausing to double over with another bout of nausea, his body shuddering with each attempt to hold it together.

Twice during the car ride, Niko had been forced to ask Zak to pull over, his stomach rebelling with another wave of retching. Each time, Niko had laughed it off afterward, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and muttering something about it “not being the worst episode” he’d had.

But Zak wasn’t laughing.

As they stepped into the apartment, Niko immediately shrugged off his jacket and tossed his keys on the counter with his usual nonchalance. Zak, on the other hand, was still keyed up, his hands twitching slightly with the urge to do something—to help, to fix this—but he had no idea how. He watched Niko with a mixture of disbelief and frustration, wondering how the hell he could still act so casual when his body was clearly falling apart.

“You want to lie down?” Zak asked, his voice tight with concern as he hovered near the doorway, watching Niko carefully. His eyes followed every movement, half-expecting Niko to keel over at any moment. Or vomit again. Or both.

Niko waved him off, though his movements were slower now, more deliberate as he leaned against the counter, his breathing shallow. His face was still pale, his skin slick with sweat, but he flashed Zak a tired grin, trying to downplay the situation like he always did.

“Nah, I’m good,” Niko muttered, though his voice was hoarse, strained from the hours of retching. “Just need to ride it out a little longer. It’ll pass.”

Zak let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair as he stared at Niko. He didn’t know how much more of this casual attitude he could take. “Niko, you’ve been throwing up all afternoon. You’ve barely kept anything down, and you’re still—” He stopped himself, his voice catching in his throat as he gestured helplessly to Niko’s exhausted frame. “I don’t get how you can be so calm about this.”

Niko chuckled softly, though the sound quickly turned into a cough, his body trembling with the effort. “Told you, man. This isn’t my first rodeo.” He shrugged, trying to brush it off as he grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water. “I’ve been through worse episodes. This one’s just a pain in the ass, but it’ll pass.”

Zak stared at him, his jaw tightening. “How can you say that?” His voice rose slightly, frustration bubbling to the surface as he took a step closer, his eyes flashing with worry. “You’ve been sick for hours, Niko! How is this ‘no big deal’ to you?”

Niko raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching up into a faint grin. “Because I’ve been through this a hundred times before, Zak. It sucks, but it’s nothing new.” He took a slow sip of water, grimacing slightly as his stomach twisted again, but he forced himself to take another sip, his eyes never leaving Zak’s. “You’re making a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be.”

Zak threw his hands up, his frustration evident in every gesture. “Of course I’m making a big deal out of it! Watching someone throw up over and over again isn’t exactly something I’m used to.”

Niko smirked, leaning back against the counter as he swirled the water in his glass. “Well, you better get used to it. This is just how my body works sometimes. No point freaking out about it.”

Zak’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Niko, the casualness of his tone grating against the knot of worry that had been building in his chest all night. “I can’t just sit here and act like it’s normal for you to be this sick, Niko. It’s not normal!”

Niko shrugged again, though the motion was more sluggish this time. “Normal is relative, right?” He flashed Zak a tired grin, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “For me, this is just another Wednesday.”

Zak’s chest tightened, a frustrated groan escaping him as he paced toward the living room, running a hand through his hair again. He couldn’t understand how Niko could be so relaxed about this—how he could stand there, barely holding it together, and still crack jokes like this was just some minor inconvenience.

Niko watched him for a moment, the teasing glint still in his eyes despite the exhaustion that weighed on him. “You’re cute when you get all worked up,” he said, his voice soft but playful. “Kind of like a little... worried mom or something.”

Zak stopped dead in his tracks, his head snapping toward Niko with a glare that could’ve melted glass. “I’m not your mom, Niko! I’m your teammate—your...” He hesitated for a split second, the words catching in his throat. “I’m your friend. And watching you go through this is killing me.”

Niko’s expression softened for a moment, the playful smirk fading slightly as he set the glass of water down on the counter. “Hey,” he said, his voice quieter now, more serious. “I get it. I do. But you don’t have to worry so much. I know what my body can handle. I’ve been dealing with this for years. I have medicine for it—"

"Good, where is it?" Zak said, "Take it then if—"

"Episode's already started, it's preventative, not to make it stop when it's already gone this far," Niko said, "Seriously, Zak, please just take a deep breath and relax. This is literally just another Wednesday"

Zak let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping as he looked at Niko, the frustration giving way to helplessness. “But... what if this time it’s worse than before? What if—”

Niko cut him off with a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he pushed away from the counter and took a step toward Zak. “Zak, come on. I know my limits. I’ll be fine. I just need to let it run its course.” He offered Zak a small, reassuring smile, though the pallor of his skin and the sweat clinging to his brow told a different story.

Zak wasn’t convinced. He could see Niko was still struggling, could see the way his body trembled slightly as he stood there, trying to act like everything was okay. “You look like you’re about to keel over,” Zak muttered, his voice soft but filled with worry.

Niko shrugged, giving Zak a weak smile. “I’m tougher than I look.”

Zak rolled his eyes, though the worry hadn’t left his face. “Yeah, well, tough or not, you’re still human. You can’t just pretend like this doesn’t suck.”

"Oh, no, I never said it didn't suck," Niko said, "I said it was normal."

Niko chuckled again, though the sound was strained, and Zak could see the way Niko’s body tensed, his hand twitching slightly as he pressed it against his stomach. He was trying to hide it, but Zak wasn’t blind—he could see Niko was still battling the nausea, could see the discomfort etched into every line of his face.

“Come on,” Zak said softly, stepping closer and resting a hand on Niko’s arm. “Let’s just get you to bed. You don’t need to be standing around trying to prove you’re fine.”

Niko hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking toward the bedroom before he sighed, the exhaustion finally catching up with him. “Yeah... maybe that’s not a bad idea,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, the bravado fading as his body betrayed him once again. He leaned slightly into Zak’s touch, the weight of the afternoon finally starting to take its toll.

Zak guided him toward his bedroom, his hand still resting on Niko’s arm as they moved slowly through the apartment. He could feel the tension in Niko’s body, could feel the way his muscles tensed with every step, but Niko didn’t say anything—just followed Zak’s lead, his usual playful banter replaced by a weary silence.

When they reached the bedroom, Zak helped Niko sit down on the edge of the bed, his hands gentle but firm as he guided him onto the mattress. Niko let out a soft sigh, his body sinking into the bed as he leaned back against the pillows, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to steady his breathing.

Zak stood there for a moment, watching him carefully, the worry still gnawing at him. “You need anything? Water? Another trashcan?”

Niko cracked one eye open, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I think I’m good. But... you know, if you wanted to stay here with me, I wouldn’t complain.”

Zak huffed a small laugh, though the concern still lingered in his eyes. “Yeah, because you’re totally fine, right?”

Niko shrugged, his eyes closing again as he let out a soft, tired chuckle. “What can I say? I’m irresistible, even when I’m a mess. Besides, you still look like you'll go into cardiac arrest if you let me out of your sight.”

Zak rolled his eyes, but a small smile crept across his face as he pulled up a chair beside the bed. He wasn’t going to leave Niko’s side, not until he was sure this episode had passed.

For now, though, he’d have to deal with the fact that Niko wasn’t going to stop being Niko—even when he was sick as hell. No matter how fucking annoying he was.