#jonah's work in progress

[nichtimhandelerhaeltlich]

I'm probably exhausted and should go to bed but my sleepy brain came up with something I need to share

Lance had never known how to love someone normally.

Everytime he fell in love with someone, he felt unbearable, strong urge to rip out their heart, crawl inside of them and curl up in their chest and give them what ever they needed. Hoping his love was enough to sustain them. Hoping they wouldn't abandoned him as soon as someone better, someone shinier came along, leaving Lance blood soaked, trying his hardest to fix the mess he had made.

He had never known how to love a person without giving them his everything and more. He didn't exactly do 'casual'.

So why on god's green earth did he agree to a Friend with benefits situation with Logan?

[soupetiedee]

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[koszmarnybudyn]

So this episode was great :')

[popsaturdaymash]

Got a lot further on my most recent redraw of an old piece from years ago. It gave me some time to practice on my brush work and experiment. It's my own little homage to various artists under Archie's Americana Adventures and the web slinging melodrama of Spider-Man. The concept was inspired from Tim Sale's Spider-Man: Blue and Fred Hembeck's Petey stories. ^^

[bellysoupset]

Ooh, and another question (this is not me at work, having a shit ton to do but not being able to concentrate). Can you talk about each of your OCs losing their virginity? Or first sexual experience beyond kissing if that’s better. Was it positive or negative? Does their current partner know the story? Just feeling like hearing the steamy stuff, lol.

Lis you got no idea of how this ask caused me to spiral lol. So I knew I had answered something like this a while ago, but I couldn't find where in my blog because the search function is useless. So I ended up downloading all of my answers and putting them into one big document... ANYWAY

None of my OCs lost their V card with each other. I really don't much care about the "concept" of virginity, besides how it would affect them, so I do make a point of not having any of my characters be each other's first anything, unless we're talking feelings.

Wendy: Wen's sexual history started very young, she was precocious AF, living in NYC and going to private school. She barely remembers her first encounter, but it was at the turn of fourteen and with a boy that was seventeen and wanted to keep her as a little secret. Safe to say not the best experience. (Reminder this was before her transition). It got quickly pushed aside by many many other encounters, since Wendy hooked up a lot in her early teens. Vince does know about all of this, she opened up completely when they went to NYC.

Vince: Vin's first experience was with a boy actually! Which caused him to totally spiral! A boy from his high school's football team (Corey), they didn't even date, just hooked up and that made Vin suck it up and come out to his parents as bi, who were so supportive despite him being sooo scared. After that the first girl he was with was Miranda, who was older by a year. They dated during her senior year and then she stomped on his heart when she broke up with him to go for college across the country. Despite knowing the relationship wouldn't have lasted, Vince still holds a grudge. Both first times were positive! Wendy knows only about Corey, she's still under the assumption "Vin's high school gf" was just a little dating that lasted two dates, instead of a full year.

Bella: Bella never had a steady boyfriend before Luke. She kissed around a lot as a teen, but lost her V-card to her HS best friend, Gabriel, in his car when she turned 18. It was okay, not amazing, not the worst. They both left town for college soon after. She had hook ups with girls and boys after that, but honestly, and it pains her to say it because it'll go up his head, Luke is IT. Anyone she hooked up with before him or during their break simply doesn't compare. Lucas does know about Gabriel and he's pretty fucking jealous, which Bella thinks is very silly. Most people don't believe Bella only had sex at 18 btw.

Luke: Lost his v-card to a neighbor in their gated community, named Maya. They were both 14 and had no idea what they were doing, so it was technically pretty bad, but overall a cool positive experience. He hooked up with his roommate Gian at 15, when he went to boarding school. Also nice experience. Bella knows about Gian and Maya and dislikes them both, but Maya specially because she feels like competition. Maya's a ginger too, to make everything worse. Luke knows he cannot win when the matter is jealousy, Bella is insufferable, so he never lets the convo go there.

Leo: I think everyone will boo at this. Leo was dating a guy from 15 to 17 (until his father's death), but he lost his V-card at 15 with a much older dude (like 23). Yes, it was cheating. Yes, the guy had no business being around a 15 yo. Yes, Leo also shouldn't be in a bar at 15. Overall though, the dude was super nice and Leo doesn't regret it?? The boy he cheated on never learned about it and Leo lowkey stomped on his heart when he hit 17, so. Jonah has uh. no idea. He knows Leo broke some boy's heart at 17, but not about all the rest.

Jonah: First experience at 16 with a boy named Konstantin, who spoke mostly German, and that's where Jonah has his few german words from lol. It was very nice, but only fun and never went beyond that. Jonah also hooked up with Theo, that I brought up in this fic, and he has never told Leo because his fiancee is crazy-ex-boyfriend levels of insane. Besides, it was just once. Luke knows about Theo. Leo only knows about Konstantin and hates him on principle.

Max: soooo Max is actually the late bloomer of my OCs! (Well not really, but compared to the others he is). He lost his v-card in college, at 22 🙈 and he made no efforts to tell the girl he was with that he was a virgin. If she figured it out, she didn't say anything, but she also didn't call back so. It wasn't bad, it was just completely unremarkable and Max was left with a is that it? sensation. He has fucked around a lot since, but since he only has casual flings, he still is left with that is that it? feeling.

[yami-yomiel]

you know that part in VOL 2 where Jonah and Adam were doing the whole 'you sure you got it?' bit.

This is what they were talking about - trust me I'm Alex Kister's brain twin /j

[illiana-mystery]

Okay, so I will admit, this unfinished fic is definitely a little different from my usual writing. I mean it's not that far off the beating path, but it is different.

That being said, this was an idea that I might pick up again in the future. I don't know yet though. I have so many other projects going on, so if I do pick it back up again it's gonna be a minute.

But without further ado, this is the first chapter of a fic I called Blind Ambition. The premise was that it was about the past of Lorraina Maria Amato, the antagonist in my fic, Cloud 9 (that I'm hoping to update soon).

It would chronicle her exploits and run ins with Jameson, Norman, and Otto as a junior reporter at The Daily Bugle. It would eventually end with her leaving New York and finding a new life in Georgia.

(How I picture young Norman and Otto. Read the Author's Note below.)

Today, I'm sharing with you the first chapter of this fic. Enjoy and let me know if you would be interested in reading more in the future! 😉😌

THIS CONTENT IS 18+. MINORS DNI. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Blind Ambition (chapter 1)

Chapter Summary: Lorraina, referred to as Lori by her boss, is annoyed with her standing as a junior reporter at The Daily Bugle. Especially since she's having an affair with her boss, J. Jonah Jameson. However, her luck is about to change when she finally gets the news she's been wanting to hear. She's finally gonna get to interview Dr. Osborn and Dr. Octavius.

Author's Note: This fic takes place in the mid 90s, so I imagine that Norman would look kinda like John LeTour from Light Sleeper and Otto would look like Stephen Arden from Species. So if I do pick this back up, that's what they would look like in that next chapter. Jameson is starting to go grey, so his hair color is still mostly dark brunette but is the same cut.

Content Warnings: Office Sex, Age Gap, Adulterous Affair, Mention of an ED, Possessive Behavior

It was a boiling hot afternoon in the city known as the Big Apple and while its many citizens were trying to hustle and bustle their way back to their designated offices after their lunch breaks, there was one young and determined junior reporter that stayed behind.

She stared out her window for just a moment, looking down at all of the people scrambling to get out of the scorching heat while trying to stay away from the blistering asphalt that only carried taxi cabs in its path.

She laughed at the sight and went back to the black and green abyss she called her work computer.

Happily, her fingers typed away before she took another bite of her half-eaten tuna fish sandwich. Like clockwork, her fingers traveled to find a bag of salt and vinegar chips but disappointment only followed once she realized she didn't have a bag.

No, she was trying to cut her salt intake and be a little healthier. She couldn't risk gaining weight or that meant she would be kissing her cozy office and her beneficial relationship goodbye.

A sigh only left her lips and instead her hands went around her small Diet Coke that she happily sipped.

The junior reporter was the only person at the office today except for her boss, but she was fine with that. She could finally hear herself think and peacefully write the piece that she knew would knock her boss right off his feet.

She knew it was so good that he would be forced to transfer her to the actual news section of the paper.

Her tranquility between her lips only lasted for a little while before her boss barged in. She jumped, but quickly patted down her stubborn curls and fixed the butterfly clips that decorated her hairstyle.

Her chair slowly turned and she faced her boss for the first time that day.

His short buzz cut hair was gently blowing under the air conditioning vent and he was nursing a cigar between his lips. His baby blues thoughtfully looked her over as a cheeky grin slowly surface in between his cigar.

His inferior just smiled back and twirled one of her curls in her finger before he finally spoke.

"Are you almost done with your piece, Lori?" he asked curiously in his smoky, deep voice.

"Yes, I'm almost done. Would you like to see what I wrote so far?" she softly asked before motioning him with her finger to come closer.

"Hmm, stand," he commanded before she did so.

Happily, she watched as he sat down in her chair and blew some smoke from his cigar. He quickly motioned her to come sit on his lap which she did almost immediately.

Pleased by her eagerness, he put his cigar out and placed it to the side before his lips landed on her neck and collarbone. She was surprised by his sudden affection, but she also enjoyed it.

He knew all of her sensitivities, which made him a much better lover than a boss.

"Hmm, JJ, am I turning you soft?"

"Quite the contrary," he huffed before he slipped her skirt and panties off. "I usually have my own fun at this time, but since we're the only ones here..."

She just rolled her eyes and waited until he slipped off his pants and boxers, to slowly lower herself on his waiting 8 inches. He let out a small whimper as she did so before he started a little rhythm thrusting in and out of her.

"Now let's see your article," he said as he kept his pace up. "Hmm...NYC mayor busted for embezzling campaign funds...wait, wasn't this Cynthia's story?"

"It was," she evilly chirped.

The man beneath her couldn't help but laugh too.

Honestly, he was impressed by her cutthroat nature, but he still had to keep his paper running as smoothly as possible. He just couldn't have the gossip and events reporter stealing stories from the head reporter he worked with for years. Sure, she was his girlfriend and he was fucking her right now, but that didn't mean he owed her any favors.

"No, no, no, this just won't do, Lori. You can't go around stealing stories from Cynthia..."

"Oh, I can't? Well, maybe I'll just..." she started while trying to get off of him. He tightly grabbed her hips and roughly thrusted back inside of her making her moan and yelp in pleasure.

"You're not going anywhere, Lori. I made you and you'll have no where else to go if you leave me," he declared as he started pounding into her harder.

Not a retort or complaint came from her, so that meant she was over her little temper tantrum.

"Are you calm, now?" he asked in her ear.

"I guess so," she moaned. "Oh, you're hitting my G-spot so well."

"No one else will make you feel as good as I do. Remember that."

"Oh, I'm remembering. Damn," she panted.

He snickered in her ear and whispered, "Take your top and bra off."

With no hesitation, she stripped the rest of her clothes off and happily witnessed her superior rub his callus hands all over her perky C-cup breasts. She mewed in delight and leaned her head against his shoulder as he started to knead her milk bags with his rugged hands.

"You're such a good whore," he whispered. "I might need to have you come to my office more...scratch my itch..."

"Yes, JJ," she cooed before he chuckled in her ear.

"Now where was I? Oh yes, Lori, you can't steal stories from Cynthia. She's my top journalist on the team. We've worked together and known each other longer than I've known you."

"So?"

"So? Really, Lori? Stop being a brat. You're my gossip and events reporter. Stay focused on that."

"So you're not gonna publish my story? I worked so hard on this. I even got in contact with Cynthia's contact before she did."

"As much as I admire you tenacity, I won't publish your story. I'm gonna publish Cynthia's original story."

"But...but..."

"Don't do this, Lori. I'm not gonna just let you do whatever you want just because we're fucking. You have to earn your spot in the news section.

"And here I thought sucking your dick and letting you fuck me in my office chair would give me perks."

"Well, actually, I do have one little perk for you."

"And that would be?"

"Remember how you've been dying to interview Dr. Osborn and Dr. Octavius?" he asked, pinching her nipples.

"Yes," she mewed.

"Well, I might have lined up an interview with both of them for you."

"What?!" she exclaimed. "You did? For me?"

"Of course..."

"Now I can ask Dr. Osborn about his business practices..."

"No, no, no," he whispered in her ear. "I already told his secretary why you're interviewing him and Dr. Octavius."

"And what did you tell her?"

"I told her that you're only gonna ask them about their work and the 1st annual Oscorp Gala."

"They're having a gala?"

"Yes, now get up and lean against your desk with your elbows," he commanded. She happily obliged and he followed as they maneuvered into this new position, his cock still deep inside of her.

Once she was comfortable again, he started pounding into her over and over again with vigor. The woman beneath him was panting and moaning from his love making.

"Do you want me to attend the gala too?"

"The gala is invite only," he grunted. "You know for shareholders and employees and their plus ones. But if Norman invites you, I think you should attend."

"What if he asks me to be his plus one?" she slyly whispered.

Her words fell on her boyfriend hard and suddenly he just stopped fucking her. She was about to have a fit, that was until he roughly bit down on her neck leaving a pretty big, nasty bruise on her neck.

She jerked up in pain and as she was about to scold him, he started fucking her once more leaving her words as nothing more than unspoken nonsense.

"I doubt he would ask you to be his plus one, Lori. I don't think foul-mouthed short women are his type."

"Says you," she said before panting like a warm dog.

"Well," he started breathlessly as he quicken his pace inside of her, fucking her like it was his last opportunity to do so, "If he did, hypothetically, then I would still want you to go. But you're mine, Lori. Remember who you belong to."

"Of course, JJ," she whimpered. "Oh, oh, I'm so close."

He just snickered and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back as he fucked her to her final orgasm. Her scream of pleasure reached the heavens and soon were met by his grunts of feral copulation as he finally released his seed inside of her abused sanctum.

As soon as he went limp, he pulled out and let go of her hands. Her weak and wrecked hands gently gripped the desk as she caught her breath. JJ just stared at her ass after he threw his clothes back on haphazardly, the view of his seed slowly oozing out of her right in his field of vision.

The scene made him snicker in delight, knowing that only he could enjoy her cave of wonders.

But the sight of her perfectly round ass was also nice, so nice in fact, that he gave into temptation and slapped it. She jumped, but to his surprise didn't say anything back to him.

"Get dressed," he commanded. "You're free to go."

"It's not even close to 5 yet."

"I know. But you're the only one here and I already had my fun with you. Besides, you need to get ready for your interviews tomorrow. Wear something nice and sexy," he said before he left.

Lori just groaned and rolled her eyes before she grabbed one of the tissues from her desk and wiped the access cum off of her legs. Once wiped, she threw her clothes back on and just stared at her almost fully drunken can of Diet Coke and her almost finished tuna sandwich.

However, she didn't have the stomach to finish her meal so she just threw it out and sat back down in her chair, trying to ignore her boss' cum still deep between her legs.

For once, she felt dirty being nothing but a living sex toy for Jameson.

What was the point of letting him use her for sexual gratification, if he didn't let her climb up the ladder faster than her colleagues?

And how dare he claim that she wasn't Norman's type? How would he know? Still, she needed this job so she would just have to stay Jameson's sex toy... for now.

After her thoughts subsided, she packed up her things, locked her office door, and headed for the elevator. Jameson told her to have a good night, but she didn't respond.

Jameson didn't take kindly to that though. She was his...his property and he was not gonna let her be a brat or sassy to him.

The elevator doors slowly opened after about a minute, but before she could step in, Jameson grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

"What the fuck?!"

"I said have a good night."

"Oh, I guess I didn't hear you. You have a good night too," she jeered before turning her back on him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he sniedly asked.

"No, don't think so," she remarked before he grabbed her again and forcibly kissed her lips.

She pushed him back immediately though.

"Get off of me. I think you've had enough fun with me for the evening."

"Well, excuse me for trying to be more affectionate to you. I'll see you tomorrow then and I hope you'll be staying the night..."

"We'll see. See you tomorrow," she grumbled before taking the next elevator down.

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Once she left the building, she was greeted by the same sweltering heat her fellow New Yorkers were suffering though previously. She couldn't help but remember how callously she laughed at them, but now she was suffering through this heatwave.

Shameless Plug:

If you want to read something Halloween related, I just posted the first chapter of my vampire fic, Bloodlust. Check out my masterlist pinned at the top of my blog for the link or just visit my AO3 account. My name is AriesJones for those who don't know. Happy reading! 😉💙

[springsketches]

Little WIP I’m going to try to finish by next week. Decided to draw one of my favorite webtoon couples Jonah Reed and Mercy Harding! I love Swamp & Sea and, if you haven’t already, please do yourself the service of reading it for free on Webtoon. It comes off Hiatus this upcoming Tuesday.

[l-g-6-5]

She was always the nicest gal up until she started the investigations with Joan. I never believed in that kind of stuff, she always came across as a skeptic, so I'm just more surprised than anything. There was always something going on with her but she just never told me... We got into a big fight over it and she just told me some awful, terrible things that I had just wish she had never told me.

[r0seart]

Not finished with it yet, just giving a little update

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[acertifiedmoron]

the magnus archives is a romcom—no what the hell it's not. it is, however, a gothic horror romance between jon and elias. because you see, the thing about jonelias is that their canonical dynamic is built around an absurd number of gothic genre tropes. jon sims obviously fits the mold of the tortured gothic protagonist quite nicely who's facing both external (the other avatars targeting him) and internal horrors (his progress as the Archivist weighing on his conscience). but he's also trapped in the gothic manor which is the magnus institute. there are secrets (the place being a temple to the eye), locked doors, forbidden chambers, and bodies in the attic which serve as evidence of past misdeeds (the panopticon; gertrude and jonah's bodies in the tunnels), the institute/archives is ultimately destroyed by fire - purging the gothic manor i.e. the symbolic destruction of the previous order with fire is a common motif in the genre. and jon's work in the archives is haunted by the figurative ghost of gertrude who remains a curious mystery he must unravel and will serve as a constant reminder to jon of his own inadequacies (just like du maurier's rebecca fr)

elias is then —

1) his personal bluebeard figure who murdered his predecessor, a comparison which only gets stronger with the jonah magnus reveal since he's been cycling through archivists for two hundred years, all having met gruesome ends in service to him and jon being his final and most notable choice. are you seeing the maxim de winter rochester imagery. are you.

2) his gothic double. doubles as a literary trope are your hidden self made manifest, the horror lies in the double (elias) revealing the gothic protagonist's (jon) hidden, true self to them. elias as an avatar of the eye is entirely unrepentant for his nature, he revels in it. which is a mirror to jon's own self-flagellation because despite how much he feels torn about his own metaphorical vampirism, he likes it. he admits as much to gerry as early as s3 when asked about his feelings on his ability to compel truths. and why wouldn't he! after being kept in the dark so long, why wouldn't he like it? and jon and jonah had in common their natural curiosity even before they found the beholding. elias is a mirror and jon looks in it and sees someone who is him, but not quite. someone who is what jon would be if he could simply let go, but jon can't. like most gothic protagonists he will kill his double because it is a reminder of a self-truth he can never escape.

and watcher's call. like what even is that. what do you mean that's a thing. what. literally wuthering heights. "why did you heed the call?" // "because this is the place i know i should be" <- normal dialogue to write for two guys definitely not starring in a gothic romance.

^ same genre of images. so the spider, the mother of puppets, the web which is the symbolic representation of narrative thread in the magnus archives universe WEAVED them together? red string fated, that's what they are? so they're soulmates. that's what you're saying. they're literally soulmates. soulmates as existential horror? just enough of an illusion of narrative agency for jonah/elias to claim, "the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose" but paradoxically joined by fate, which isn't a good thing! because no god-like powers of hope, or love, or indigestion, or whatever, only fear. because even though both help the other achieve narrative self-actualisation (elias making jon the archive and jon making elias the king of a ruined world), their union also irrevocably destroys their lives as they hurt each other in deeply personal ways which signify their greatest fears. elias manipulating jon, whose biggest fear is mr spider, i.e. loss of control and jon repaying by being the very thing that kills jonah, who has spent multiple lifetimes trying to escape the end. and that's romance <3

[nichtimhandelerhaeltlich]

chapter 2 of Lance/Logan just dropped!!

[buckera]

Just curious because I'm always wondering about that.. If you think tommy picked up on their crazy close dynamic in such a short time, do you think the others have too? Or is that just buckandeddie to them and they don't think anything of it? Hen's "about time" comment made me wonder what she thinks, if she had eddie-suspicions over the years or if she just picked up on a general vibe from buck

I think it's a bit of both actually. because Buck and Eddie? they are absolutely cuckoo insane about each other, like genuinely not-normal.

it becomes the most obvious when other members of the team are in danger; Buck stays relatively calm no matter how worried he is, he makes a plan and tries to scheme to save them.

like in the crossover episode, he waited for hours and then tried to steal a truck when everyone was out or sleeping, even though Hen could've been long dead. and Buck loves Hen, like a lot, a lot, they are family!! and when the Jonah thing went down?? with Hen and Chim? he was on the tailend of it, worried and upset and when Albert got hurt in that car accident? when Bobby was trapped inside a burning building with an active shooter and Athena went in there after him?? these are all people Buck undoubtedly loves like family.

he was worried, but he kept it together every time.

when the well collapsed on top of Eddie, he tried to dig through 45 feet of loose mud to get to him by hand. when Eddie got shot and was in the hospital, Buck flipped out and broke down more than once, but most notably when telling Christopher about it after finding out that Eddie's gonna be okay.

similarly when the lightning hit Buck, Eddie ran up the ladder without a safety line and tried to pull him up by hand; Buck weighs like 200+ lbs plus the gear, there was no chance in hell he could've done that and Eddie isn't stupid, he knows that too. Bobby had to banish him to the driver's seat to make sure he wouldn't be in the way, then Eddie barely parked the ambulance when he was already on top of Buck, taking over CPR, then proceeded to spend the next couple of days by haunting the hospital's walls like a grieving widow.

when the truck fell on Buck's leg, Eddie wouldn't let go of his hand and when he coughed up blood, he looked more than just concerned for that split second we saw him. when he spotted Buck after the tsunami and thought that he lost Christopher? there wasn't an ounce of blame on his face.

in conclusion, they have been always just very unhinged about each other, but I think because they all work in close proximity with each other day in and day out, it's harder to differentiate these things because even in real life, firefighters are like a family; they eat, sleep and exercise together, their blood family is just as involved with each other as they are, because that's just how close you get when you have to put your life into each other's hands all the time.

but Eddie and Buck (as pointed out above) are just taking it to a whole new level when you consider all the family stuff they do together and the will... I think at this point it's sort of a "well this is just Buck and Eddie, they might as well be married" thing for the 118.

I don't think it's something they actively consider to have romantic/sexual undertones, but they all understand that their bond is extremely strong, so they wouldn't be surprised if the relationship progressed into that direction.

in Buck's case specifically, I think Hen saw the signs before Eddie even joined the 118. especially since Buck admitted that he always checked out hot guys — I don't suppose that goes unnoticed when you spend half your life with the same group of people.

[corvus-in-converses]

Okay so, after this ep I have a little theory. It might have been thought of before but this is me brainstorming.

So ep 10 we have ' [ERROR] emerges and takes a shuddering breath' audibly there is quite a bit more there than just breathing even sounding like maybe some voice or talking?

Ep 15 we have Alice picking up then promptly dropping the take recorder after the Victim starts talking again.

Ep 22 we have [ERROR] being possessive over Gwen and 'Others' 'Elsewhere' who is 'A Figure emerges in a clock of whispers'

We then know in ep 23 'I know how many eyes a regular human is surpise to have' -Gwen, making [ERROR] at least recognisable as 'human' adjacent.

[ERROR] is also leaving tape recorders or is actively using them as seen in ep 23 and ep 26. 'it just stood there holding this old tape recorder' -Gwen. 'It was holding a tape recorder to Jarrod's mouth' -Alex Rumins

Ep 26 is also said to be 'A figure. Tall and thin and still in shadow even in the morning sun. I couldn't make out its face, but I felt in looking at me. Looking at me from everywhere' - Alec Rumins

'Who are you'

'An archivist'

All in all my theory is that [ERROR] that I'm assuming to be Jon as The Archivist is taking statements or finding statements to regain some level of corporal form in the actual world, the transcripts from my mind seem to be describing him as more and more solid for lack of a better word.

Plus knowing that Jon/ERROR needed statements to survive and recover in TMA it's not a far stretch.

I'm curious to see how many he needs to get to a full body but it seems to progressing quite quickly. In a way I'm curious to see that if Martin or Jonah?? (if that is who Augustus is) start poping up in the actual world too or if its just Jon/The Archivist.

How long till Sam, Gwen, or Celia, or even Alice run into him In Situ or even again in Celia's case and go oh shit it's you. If that is what's happening.

Are we going to have Jon in the real world trying to work out how to get Martin out of the OIAR archives and keep Jonah in the archives.

But yeah brainstorming be doing a thing I have a few other theory's too but all in due time with some more research.

[franksinatraisdead]

work in progress / oil on canvas

© jonah brock 2023

[bellysoupset]

Part 2 of Leo's birthday - Jonah's turn.

This was a request from🧋anon!

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Leo was cute when he slept and Jonah was sure this was an objective opinion and not just because he was head over heels in love with the guy. 

He was sprawled on the bed, occupying most of it and snoring softly, shirtless and having already kicked away most of the blankets. Despite the terrible ending of their night, Jon was still counting that as a good birthday. Sure, Leo had puked on Wendy’s shoes and then again on the kitchen sink as soon as they got home, but afterwards he had climbed into bed with Jonah, complaining about a bellyache, and had melted like a golden retriever pup on his lap, dozing off within minutes of getting the belly rub.

That should still count as a good birthday, right?

“Baby,” Jonah crawled on the bed, freshly showered and ready to head in for work, “Leo. Wake up, you’re going to be late for work,” he shook his fiance’s shoulder, “Leo.”

He’d probably end up being late himself at this rate. Leo groaned and swatted his hand away, making Jonah scoff.

“I’m heading to work,” he whispered, brushing Leo’s hair away from his face, “and I’m gonna set your phone’s alarm. Thirty more minutes, then you have to get up.”

“Uhhrgh,” was Leo’s response and Jonah rolled his eyes, doing as he had promised and leaving the bedroom. He had spent too much time in the shower and there wouldn’t be any time to make himself food, but the cupcakes Leo had brought over from work were still in the fridge.

Figuring his boyfriend certainly wouldn’t want them after puking due to too much food last night, Jonah quickly polished off the two cupcakes on his way down to the garage.

As his day progressed, Jonah’s good humor started to tank. Everything felt like too much, his clothes clinging to him, the hospital noise that normally he could drown out without thinking, sounding much louder than usual. 

Around 10 AM, he got a kid wailing down the ER and a distraught mom absolutely chewing the hell out of the paramedic who had just brought him in. Jonah cringed as he realized he’d have to be the one handling this. There were many reasons why he wanted to be a surgeon and one of them was no angry moms hovering about while he tried to do his job. 

He’d take a heart attack any day over a broken leg. 

Mom’s name was Louise and she was not impressed by Jonah’s bedside manner. Her son was named Charlie and he was struggling to keep up, the poor kid’s chin wobbling as he tried valiantly not to cry. 

“Charlie, we’re going to-”

The dam broke and more tears came up. Jonah sighed, resisting the urge to fan himself. It was so warm. He planted a sympathetic hand on the kid’s shoulder, wiping away the tears. It was painful to watch, knowing the boy was only hurting himself more by sobbing like that. 

“You’re okay,” Jonah cooed softly, as the nurse started up an IV, communicating silently with him. There was no way they could wait for oral painkillers to take effect before wheeling the kid to x-ray and that was considering he didn’t make himself sick with all the crying, “it’s just a little poke.”

“Hu-hurttssss,” the little boy continued to cry and Jonah rubbed his back, checking his watch. Five minutes for the morphine to kick in. Louise was patting her foot nervously on the ground, whole body shaking with anxiety. 

“Ma’am, he’s in good hands,” Jonah explained, just to say something. His stomach was starting to slosh uncomfortably, “we’re waiting for the painkillers to kick in and then we’ll go to x-ray, you’re welcome to accompany-”

“Of course I’m going with him, are you crazy?” She scoffed at him, stepping closer and cooing over her son. Jonah resisted the urge to move away, as the kid wiped at his nose grossly on the back of his sleeve and slightly cuddled up to his side. He was getting heavy. 

“There we go,” Jon lowered him against the pillow, “hurting less?”

The boy nodded, his face still all pink and wet with tears, “still hurts.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he grimaced, signing the kid’s record and jolting down his next instructions, “we can’t give you too much medicine, in case we need to do another procedure. As soon as the X-rays are done we’ll give you better meds,” Jonah smoothed the boy’s hair back gently, “we’re going to move your bed now, okay Charlie? Are you feeling alright?”

The kid sucked in a sob, but nodded and Jonah smiled at him, “nurse Marjorie is going to stay with you the whole time,” he gestured to the much older nurse, who was one of his favorite people in the hospital. She had more than 30 years of experience, was trained for surgeries and tough as nails. “Then as soon as you’re released from X-Ray I’m going to see you again, okay?”

“O-Okay…” The kid’s voice broke and Jonah squeezed his hand in a sympathetic manner, before allowing the technicians to wheel him away, his mother not sparing the doctor a second glance. 

As soon as they were out of sight, Jonah allowed his smile to fade. 

While the interaction had been brief — and Louise hadn’t actually shaped up to be a momzilla, just a regular worried mother — it had been long enough for his stomach to go from “a little off” to “full blown nausea”. 

He felt a weird pressure travel up and Jonah quickly excused himself, power walking to the bathrooms, stripping his white coat as he rushed there so he wouldn’t be so recognizable as a doctor. 

The bathroom, given it was near the ER, wasn’t empty. There were five stalls on each side, the middle of the room had a large slab of stone with a mirror and five sinks on each side of the mirror. No urinals, for which Jonah was very glad.

He rushed inside of a stall and brought his coat to his mouth, muffling a loud, thick burp. Even with the fabric in the way, it was still pretty loud and he was sure others had heard it. Whatever, this was a hospital, he tried to reassure himself, as yet another sickening burp rolled up.

Jonah let out a little moan and lowered the coat, head hanging in shame and nausea. He folded the coat over one arm, slightly palming his stomach under his button up shirt. It was warm to the touch and bloated and the small pressure of his hand on it caused another belch to rush up, this one too expected for him to muffle it. 

It hurt his throat, the acidic sludge of his tummy rushing up with the burp, but he swallowed it down last second. Jonah pressed his forehead to the hard white plastic of the stall’s wall and breathed out slowly, he had to get his body in check. At least finish his ER hours. 

Defeated and knowing he wouldn’t puke right at this moment, Jonah walked out of the stall to wash his face.

The next two hours went like a blur. He tried his best to focus on his patients, but was forcefully reminded by his stomach that it was still very upset every other minute. He had grabbed a plastic cup of water and was sipping on it in between patients, pushing down the thick sweet saliva that kept flooding his mouth. 

Finally Claire came to relieve him, so he could go for lunch, and Jonah could’ve cried. Instead of heading down to the cafeteria or to the many restaurants that were around the hospital’s complex, he went to the doctor’s staff to lie down.

There was coming and going in the place, it was a change of shifts after all, and Jonah reached for his phone inside his locker. He grabbed it, then went to the back room where there were two bunker beds in case they needed to sleep.

One of the top ones was already occupied and Jonah put his phone on silent mode, then crawled on a bottom bed, curling up on his side and muffling another sick burp against the thin pillow. 

He wrapped an arm around his stomach, bringing up his knees and squeezing his eyes as the pressure made his belly feel like it was full with boiling liquid. 

There were texts from Leo and Jonah squinted at the screen, lowering the brightness and struggling to understand what his boyfriend was saying. 

Leo: Gonna call in sick at work, still feeling pretty shitty. Don’t think I overdid it yesterday, just ate something off. 

Leo: Good news! You’ll be happy to know the restaurant we went to didn't make me sick. I got food poisoning at the office :) When I get my hands on Sandy she’s done for.

Leo: Apparently they canceled everyone’s schedule, because everyone called in sick. Isn't that lovely? You bet your ass we’re gonna have a lecture on food handling and what not, can’t wait.

Leo: When are you coming home, my tummy hurts and I want cuddles ����🥺 JD is sick of me 

Leo: Jon, did you eat the cupcakes in the fridge? Baby, pls text me back.

The string of texts started at 8 AM and ended just around 10 AM, with one missed call accompanying it. Jonah gagged as he realized he had eaten the poisoned stuff as well and he dropped his phone on the mattress, half sitting up on the bed and trying to figure if he was about to spew or not.

He was sweating. Jon undid his tie and opened the top buttons of his shirt, sitting fully up and cradling his stomach. The whole organ was snarling like crazy and he gulped down when the flipping of its contents made him gag, almost bringing up liquid. 

“Fuck,” Jonah whispered, grabbing his phone, coat and tie and slipping out of the bedroom. He needed a bathroom, not a bedroom- His intestines cramped and Jon froze, shuddering at the sensation. He really needed a bathroom.

At least the doctor’s one was much more private. It still had stalls, but only two and the place was empty. Jonah dropped all his items to the ground, suddenly too restless and panicked to mind how gross that was. He wasn’t sure if he was going to shit his pants or puke. 

His stomach let out an upset whine and then a rush of bubbles went south, making up his mind for him. His hands were shaking as they fumbled with his belt and fly and he could feel his tummy rumbling ominously against his touch. 

He sat on the toilet, then wrapped his arms around his middle, gulping down nervously. The lights over his head felt like too much and he was sweating like hell. 

The runs left him so dizzy he was forced to plant a hand on the stall’s wall in order not to fall off the toilet. Jonah didn’t even bother muffling the sick burping fit that followed, his head swimming. 

Once he finally managed to get out of the bathroom, Jonah stared at his reflection angrily. He looked like hell. Sweat had glued down his tight curls to his temples and was beading over his forehead and mustache area, he looked gray, his lips pale… 

He washed his face and hands vigorously, then took a gulp of tap water and breathed through the sensation of it settling in his stomach like a brick. Jonah checked his watch, then groaned out loud, there was no way he’d be able to last the remaining five hours he still had to go. 

Wendy picked up on the third ring, sounding sleepy. She had the night shift today and Jonah felt bad about waking her up, but not so bad he considered not calling. He wanted to go home, his whole body was shaking. 

“Yeah?” she yawned, “Jon?”

“Dee, can you cover for me? I don’t feel well,” he said, straight to the point. Another yawn. 

“Please tell me Leo didn’t have a stomach bug. I can't get the flu again, I’m gonna cry,” Wendy groaned and he heard her moving around.

“No, food poisoning and I-” he turned his head, muffling a sick burp and gagging over the sink when it brought up some thick, extra sweet spit. Jonah took a steady breath, “I think I got it as well.”

“Fantastic,” Wendy deadpanned, “I can go in one hour, can you handle that long?”

He knew she only lived 10 minutes away from the hospital and that the 50 other minutes were probably to tell Vince goodbye, since he’d be driving back to Doverport. Jonah felt mildly annoyed at the fact she’d be making out with her boyfriend while he was dying, but he also knew she was already doing a gigantic favor by coming in five hours before she needed to. 

“Yeah, I can handle one hour,” he sighed, clutching his stomach. 

“Alright, I’ll be there,” she hung up without further ado and Jonah let out a sigh.

The thing was, he could clock out and then stay in the bathroom until Wendy arrived, but then it would mean his chart would show he had left five hours earlier and Jonah needed all the hours he could get. Whenever Wendy covered for him or he covered for her, they never clocked out. 

So instead of being smart and staying in the bathroom, he forced himself to go sit in his office. 

Normally he liked clinic office hours, but not today. Today he didn’t like anything. 

Jonah was sitting there, with his head in his hands and considering the stupidity of his actions given how badly his stomach was churning and how he kept burping — thank god his door was shut —, when there was a knock.

He glanced at his watch. 30 more minutes, couldn’t be Wendy. 

“Come-” just speaking increased his nausea tenfold and Jonah interrupted himself as he gagged, sliding the trashcan that was under his desk closer and–

The door opened, the person on the other side clearly not realizing he hadn’t finished his words. The little boy from before, now in crutches and with his leg on a cast, still looking like he was in pain and ready to cry, his mother right behind him…

“Fuck,” Jonah groaned, when his stomach gave up on him and he had no choice but to dive for the trashcan as a thick wave of vomit came up. He brought it up to his mouth, to shield his face from view, but still he heard over the rushing in his ears as the woman let out a shriek.

Humiliation only heightened his stomach ache and he coughed, bringing up another wave of overly sweet vomit. It tasted just like the chocolate cupcakes, except rotten. Jonah burped mid retch, feeling more than a little woozy and he fell from his chair, grabbing on the desk to keep from going down entirely.

A lot more noise now and then a hand was in the middle of his back, a female voice ushering his distraught patients out. He prayed the next wave of puke would drown him.

No such luck, his tummy squeezed again and Jonah let out a whimper as he was forced to burp and it brought up some more chunks of his poisoned breakfast. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime but was probably just a couple minutes, he stopped feeling like he was about to hurl and was left panting over the trashcan. 

He was shaking like hell and his stomach was cramping, intestines as well. Everything felt sort of fuzzy around the edges.

“Jon?” Wendy’s voice was like a balm to his nerves and he nearly cried. Instead he let out a groan and pulled back from the trashcan, falling vaguely against her. He heard her let out a little huff as he weight rested on her, but her hand was cold and gentle as it came to cup his forehead.

“Killme, Wen,” he groaned, his words sticking together and she let out a sigh, rubbing his arm.

“Are you done?”

“For now,” Jonah nodded. He knew he was far from done, not only because of the food, but because he felt a new type of nausea mix into his belly. Anxiety, panic, “my patients-”

“It’s okay,” Wendy squeezed his arm, “don’t think about that. Claire took them out.”

“Fuck,” he turned his head and blinked, finally getting a hold of his bearings. They were sitting on the ground, practically under his desk. Wendy had her white coat on and she looked incredibly concerned, “you’re not gonna call me an idiot for not sitting in the doctor’s lounge until you arrived?”

Wendy shook her head, “you’re feeling too bad for me to tease you,” she stroked his cheek lightly and Jonah felt a knot in his throat. He nodded in agreement and leaned forward, planting his forehead to her shoulder, a weird position given Wendy was much shorter than he was.

“I wanna die,” he groaned and she rubbed his back.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” she ushered him up, “I’ll get their details and you can send the mom an apology card and some fancy wine. It’s not the end of the world, I promise you.”

“Stewarts-” Jonah started to say, meaning his supervisor, who’d absolutely chew him out for this and Wendy glared at him, pushing him along the hallway.

“You couldn’t have known, it came out of nowhere,” she lied through her teeth, “right? You were feeling fine before.”

Jonah cringed, but nodded, buying in the lie, “yeah, I certainly didn’t feel gross for hours beforehand.”

“Exactly,” Wendy pushed him down the hallway, “I’m gonna drive you home, okay? And you’re gonna be a decent patient and drink loads of water and get your boy to do the same, because I don’t want to see any of you in my hospital later.”“Don’t call Leo my boy, that’s weird,” Jonah groaned, but he was feeling overwhelmingly fond of his best friend. He loved this woman so much.