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Small update: Although I am not writing atm I have heard abt the A03 stuff and am 99.999% that all my fics were included great. All my stuff is now private and only available to logged-in A03 users and will be for the foreseeable future once I start writing again. Wonderful~!
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All my works are still publicly available on here, but if you were an a03-based reader, they will be private going forward. My a03 user is the same as this one.
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...idk if I truly wanted the more lover boy Valentines stuff bc...the things I would do to these men... 😈






(Late to uploading these but who cares)
#love and deep space#love and deepspace#lads xavier#lads zayne#lads rafayel#lads sylus#lads caleb#lnds xavier#lnds rafayel#lnds sylus#lnds caleb#lnds zayne#lnds
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i think i already said this before but imma say it again anyways
i bought caleb's necklace and it brings me so much comfort to hear it jingle whenever i move
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don't be mad
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Trying to get more consistent with updating y'all but here I am! Gotten a bit busy with some prep I am doing for my D&D campaign & a mini-campaign for another system, crazy work that I don't need to do and that no one except my players cares about lmao.
As soon as I'm able I'm gonna try and finish the Gojo fic and have Rafayel Bday fic written (although both will be late lmao) If y'all have any requests feel free to hmu! Or if you wanna talk hmu lolol

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Lets moot!!

Of course!! Let's be mooties!!

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Desperately need jjk and lads moots on here!!!



Srsly if you're in either fandom and write, draw, edit, or just create anything or support those that create anything for these 2 fandoms pls moot me up 🙏 Reblog, comment, like, and link up (NEED a support group or smth)
#tumblr moots#looking for moots#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen#love and deep space#lads fanfic#love and deepspace#love and deepspace fanart#jjk x reader#jjk fanart#jjk#jjk fanfic#jjk fluff#lads fluff#lads x reader#lads caleb#lads sylus#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads rafayel#caleb lnds#lnds rafayel#lnds sylus#lnds zayne#lnds xavier
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Spin the wheel for a Seventeen song. It includes everything from title tracks to mixtapes to unreleased songs to solos to random obscure theme songs they sang in 2016 (wheel created 250221)
(all of these songs are completely real btw, didn't make up a single one. I should have most if not all of these listed on my carat resources carrd if you're looking for links, otherwise feel free to send me an ask if you're curious about a particular song!)
#Fly (?)#literally the only thing coming to mind is Fly by Got7#im such a bad carat#fully wasnt active in the fandom for 2 year (2020 - 2022)
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Which is sooo weird bc i feel like MC's dynamic with all the LI is sooo overlooked in fanfics for sum reason (might continue this into a pt.2 story)
@harueyi
Miss you, Miss me



Pairing: Caleb x MC!reader Genre: Romance (idk how to categorize this one fr) CW: Unhealthy Obsession, Light stalking (?) WC: 1,870 Note: Reader is MC coded but not written exclusively with MC in mind, a lot of Caleb's intrigue for me comes from his obsession with MC so yeah
A/N: 2nd fic back, tried doing some obsessive romance but tbh I don't know how confident I am in my writing right now, lemme me know what y'all think!

"You got it, pip-squeak! See you then." That was what Caleb said when you told him that you wouldn't be able to meet up with him this weekend. Both of you had agreed to meet up regularly after reconnecting and you've upheld that promise up pretty strictly until now, with work getting busier and busier you just couldn't promise full days to him as frequently.
Of course, with a big smile, Caleb understood as he always did. Yeah, work got in the way but that was bound to happen eventually due to how distanced your lives had gotten. Did it make him a bit sad to hear your rushed voice on the phone as you told him everything you had to do that he couldn't help with? For sure it did. But again, some things are inevitable and it's not like he deserves all your time. In the end, maturely setting aside his desires for your needs & plans was a small step in integrating back into each other's lives after so long…
…Was what he outwardly projected as his head spun dizzy with all the possibilities of what could be happening without him. Years of want all wrapped up in his mind and he finally has you close, almost as close as he did before - and you…have work? That doesn't sound right. You shouldn't have to work a day in your life. "What could work possibly have on catching up with him?", you'd think catching up for the past few months would be enough but for Caleb even the days when you'd dedicate your attention entirely on him weren't enough. If he could he would bring you to Skyhaven and train you up to stand by him at all times in the Farspace Fleet, not just measly meet-ups in each other's neighborhoods and far from casual integration into each other's lives. Hell, you could be each other's everything, how nice does that sound on his tongue, he thought.
He let the thoughts float to the back of his mind; Entertaining such dangerous things wasn't the healthiest but he couldn't really help it when it came to you. That intense yearning that had built up intensified every interaction and made things race ever more throughout his consciousness. The overcoming sensations that were your scent when you'd sit next to him, the sight of your hair flowing just perfectly enough to catch the light, the way your lips would quiver if he brought up Grandma- All of it was really so so so perfect, down to the way you'd question him, prodding against subjects that he would swiftly dodge the answers to leaving that hint of worry in your voice whenever you'd call him. He even missed all these new habits you've picked up - as if the time apart didn't separate the new patterns from the old.
Every break he'd find himself picking his phone up and idly scrolling out of boredom- yeah that's what his excuse was for his fingers always floating their way to your page. What could he say? His curiosity was just piqued on the subject of you. It's not weird to find out what you've been up to while he's been gone. If anything it would be weird of him to have no questions about you at all really. It was almost as if he was proving to no one but himself how badly he's been missing you.
Who were these people you were replying to anyway? How peculiar to notice that he was no longer the first to like your posts or the person you'd go to to take out on a random city excursion.
Okay, Tara. That makes sense you should have a good amount of work friends too; There's no fault in that. Zayne. Of course, you'd keep in contact with him all these years. It's not like he disappeared for years and reappeared with no explanation. Wait, you guys went to the Lantern Festival together last year? Caleb breathes in deeply as if to calm himself but his attention shifts seeing all these replies and likes by other people. All these people that he didn't know. Why was a man named Rafayel traipsing around the word "cutie" in his replies? Or this Xavier dude who's liked everything you've posted for the past year? This Sylus character was the worst, his words poking Caleb the wrong way with just how seductive they sounded to him.
This was so strange. A feeling bubbled deep inside him, an envy for any attention that you haven't already given freely to him and a jealousy routed in these people just knowing about you. Outside of work, he'd spend his days anxiously waiting for replies and calls. Endlessly spending his nights awake staring at all the old texts you've sent and the new photos he's saved since then. Question after question plagued him as he analyzed every minute detail. That picture of Chinese food you sent him last week? Is that shadow just a box of fried rice or someone just out of view? Did you go out with your coworkers and drink yourself silly? Is that why you said you were so tired when you picked up the phone this morning? What about that coffee from the cafe you took him to? Did you take someone else there? Are you silent bragging about it with that picture of the coffee cup during lunch?
No hint of his depraved obsessive mind slipped through to you as you talked on the phone with him nearly every other day. Keeping up this façade of this transformed but "the same old" Caleb as always.
"I can't wait to see you! It's been a while since I've been to Skyhaven." You go on about all the things you're packing for your weekend trip up to Skyhaven to meet up with him.
"It has been a while. I've been going down to Linkon every chance I get…" Why would you come to him when he could go to you and sneak a peek at all the small things you've been hiding from him? All those details you'd failed to mention during your calls.
"Yeah, you jump at the chance but I mean no travel expenses for me is a win-win in my book!-" …You sounded so cute going on about bringing him a matching pajama set, remembering to bring up some printed pictures of the both of you like you had promised the last time you were in Skyhaven, all your odd jokes bringing him back to all the times you'd spent together as kids. If things went successfully maybe that amount of comfortability could be reached again he thought.
But you just made it so hard to get to that point with your questions - and maybe outwardly you spoke and acted friendly but he could tell by the way you stared at him almost anxiously whenever you thought he wasn't paying attention that things weren't the same. Was it so hard to just accept him again? Why did you need to know where he was and what he was doing all this time? At least he wasn't dead, right?…
"But don't worry in just 1 short day we will see each other. Maybe we can go see a movie- Do you have a movie theater you frequent up there? Oh my gosh, next time you come down we should go check out the theater we went to ask kids- Caleb? You there?"
"Huh?- Oh, sorry zoned out." You hear him shake his head to get out of his daze, you wonder for a moment what could be occupying him to the point of taking up his precious time calling you.
"All good, am I taking up your time? I know I took a break at an awkward time, you must be busy." Your teeth clench as you swallow words you dare not spill.
"Never busy for you, pip-squeak. Just enjoying hearing your voice~" You could hear the poised and fake framed smile he put on as a way to disguise whatever it was he was thinking about. It irked you in a way you couldn't describe - of course, things would be different after so long but you weren't prepared for just how secretive things would get.
"Colonel…" Suddenly a woman's voice cuts through your conversation and you can't hear the rest of what she says. You sigh into the phone and close your eyes to try and focus on their words but nothing comes to you and you realize that you can't even hear the faintest breath from Caleb - Did he just mute himself? You cock your head in disbelief, sucking at the back of your teeth and muting yourself as a form of petty revenge that he would never know occurred.
"Sorry about that, y/n. I've got to go soon."
"No worries! Like I was saying, I can't wait to see you this weekend. I'll definitely bring those pictures of us. You have to promise to keep one in your wallet, okay?" You smile as you coat your venomous words in honey just enough to sound friendly despite feeling anything but at the moment. That creeping feeling you got at his graduation grabbing at you once again, closing in like a honing beacon to signal that danger has crossed your path at the mere thought of others also taking up his mental space.
"Of course I will- Alright, I've got to go to a meeting. See you very soon." His sing-songy tone hides his annoyed expression as he hangs up. That face goes from annoyed to pure ice as it morphs into the inscrutable & aloof demeanor familiar to Caleb's subordinates. Later he'd take out his frustration of having to leave you so soon on them.
The beeping on the other end made your eyes roll. 2 weeks was far too long a wait indeed. You needed him too badly and your emotions were taking a bigger toll on you than you had initially realized. You had to make it known that Caleb is yours at his work, in Skyhaven, even down in Linkon - and as soon as possible to ward off whoever was thinking about getting between you two. Whatever he was hiding behind that mask of an old friend less of a worry; You needed to know that he was yours completely. A carnal instinct borne of that aching to be together.
Both of you too wrought in your habitual need for one another - something you'd both explain as "Missing" the other - to ever admit openly to this horrid game of pretend. Both of you unwilling to accept the parts of yourselves that are too obsessed with each other's mess. Too blinded to realize the obsession of the other right in front of you. And truly who was to say that that fear of opening up is unwarranted? Nobody. No one except each other. But you pay no mind to that introspection as your fingers hover over your screen before hitting send.
[2:28pm] Text me as soon as you're done! I want to talk to you more, Caleb.
A/N: Guys...I don't know if y'all will like this one, am I straying too far from what y'all want be honest. This took me like an hour and a half to write but then a whole hour to edit... how does that make sense?
Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed! (They act as power-ups for me)
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Definitely not seen enough AND you just made me realize how to categorize this fic so thank you!!! Since sum ppl have asked alr I might maybe do another part to this
Miss you, Miss me



Pairing: Caleb x MC!reader Genre: Romance (idk how to categorize this one fr) CW: Unhealthy Obsession, Light stalking (?) WC: 1,870 Note: Reader is MC coded but not written exclusively with MC in mind, a lot of Caleb's intrigue for me comes from his obsession with MC so yeah
A/N: 2nd fic back, tried doing some obsessive romance but tbh I don't know how confident I am in my writing right now, lemme me know what y'all think!

"You got it, pip-squeak! See you then." That was what Caleb said when you told him that you wouldn't be able to meet up with him this weekend. Both of you had agreed to meet up regularly after reconnecting and you've upheld that promise up pretty strictly until now, with work getting busier and busier you just couldn't promise full days to him as frequently.
Of course, with a big smile, Caleb understood as he always did. Yeah, work got in the way but that was bound to happen eventually due to how distanced your lives had gotten. Did it make him a bit sad to hear your rushed voice on the phone as you told him everything you had to do that he couldn't help with? For sure it did. But again, some things are inevitable and it's not like he deserves all your time. In the end, maturely setting aside his desires for your needs & plans was a small step in integrating back into each other's lives after so long…
…Was what he outwardly projected as his head spun dizzy with all the possibilities of what could be happening without him. Years of want all wrapped up in his mind and he finally has you close, almost as close as he did before - and you…have work? That doesn't sound right. You shouldn't have to work a day in your life. "What could work possibly have on catching up with him?", you'd think catching up for the past few months would be enough but for Caleb even the days when you'd dedicate your attention entirely on him weren't enough. If he could he would bring you to Skyhaven and train you up to stand by him at all times in the Farspace Fleet, not just measly meet-ups in each other's neighborhoods and far from casual integration into each other's lives. Hell, you could be each other's everything, how nice does that sound on his tongue, he thought.
He let the thoughts float to the back of his mind; Entertaining such dangerous things wasn't the healthiest but he couldn't really help it when it came to you. That intense yearning that had built up intensified every interaction and made things race ever more throughout his consciousness. The overcoming sensations that were your scent when you'd sit next to him, the sight of your hair flowing just perfectly enough to catch the light, the way your lips would quiver if he brought up Grandma- All of it was really so so so perfect, down to the way you'd question him, prodding against subjects that he would swiftly dodge the answers to leaving that hint of worry in your voice whenever you'd call him. He even missed all these new habits you've picked up - as if the time apart didn't separate the new patterns from the old.
Every break he'd find himself picking his phone up and idly scrolling out of boredom- yeah that's what his excuse was for his fingers always floating their way to your page. What could he say? His curiosity was just piqued on the subject of you. It's not weird to find out what you've been up to while he's been gone. If anything it would be weird of him to have no questions about you at all really. It was almost as if he was proving to no one but himself how badly he's been missing you.
Who were these people you were replying to anyway? How peculiar to notice that he was no longer the first to like your posts or the person you'd go to to take out on a random city excursion.
Okay, Tara. That makes sense you should have a good amount of work friends too; There's no fault in that. Zayne. Of course, you'd keep in contact with him all these years. It's not like he disappeared for years and reappeared with no explanation. Wait, you guys went to the Lantern Festival together last year? Caleb breathes in deeply as if to calm himself but his attention shifts seeing all these replies and likes by other people. All these people that he didn't know. Why was a man named Rafayel traipsing around the word "cutie" in his replies? Or this Xavier dude who's liked everything you've posted for the past year? This Sylus character was the worst, his words poking Caleb the wrong way with just how seductive they sounded to him.
This was so strange. A feeling bubbled deep inside him, an envy for any attention that you haven't already given freely to him and a jealousy routed in these people just knowing about you. Outside of work, he'd spend his days anxiously waiting for replies and calls. Endlessly spending his nights awake staring at all the old texts you've sent and the new photos he's saved since then. Question after question plagued him as he analyzed every minute detail. That picture of Chinese food you sent him last week? Is that shadow just a box of fried rice or someone just out of view? Did you go out with your coworkers and drink yourself silly? Is that why you said you were so tired when you picked up the phone this morning? What about that coffee from the cafe you took him to? Did you take someone else there? Are you silent bragging about it with that picture of the coffee cup during lunch?
No hint of his depraved obsessive mind slipped through to you as you talked on the phone with him nearly every other day. Keeping up this façade of this transformed but "the same old" Caleb as always.
"I can't wait to see you! It's been a while since I've been to Skyhaven." You go on about all the things you're packing for your weekend trip up to Skyhaven to meet up with him.
"It has been a while. I've been going down to Linkon every chance I get…" Why would you come to him when he could go to you and sneak a peek at all the small things you've been hiding from him? All those details you'd failed to mention during your calls.
"Yeah, you jump at the chance but I mean no travel expenses for me is a win-win in my book!-" …You sounded so cute going on about bringing him a matching pajama set, remembering to bring up some printed pictures of the both of you like you had promised the last time you were in Skyhaven, all your odd jokes bringing him back to all the times you'd spent together as kids. If things went successfully maybe that amount of comfortability could be reached again he thought.
But you just made it so hard to get to that point with your questions - and maybe outwardly you spoke and acted friendly but he could tell by the way you stared at him almost anxiously whenever you thought he wasn't paying attention that things weren't the same. Was it so hard to just accept him again? Why did you need to know where he was and what he was doing all this time? At least he wasn't dead, right?…
"But don't worry in just 1 short day we will see each other. Maybe we can go see a movie- Do you have a movie theater you frequent up there? Oh my gosh, next time you come down we should go check out the theater we went to ask kids- Caleb? You there?"
"Huh?- Oh, sorry zoned out." You hear him shake his head to get out of his daze, you wonder for a moment what could be occupying him to the point of taking up his precious time calling you.
"All good, am I taking up your time? I know I took a break at an awkward time, you must be busy." Your teeth clench as you swallow words you dare not spill.
"Never busy for you, pip-squeak. Just enjoying hearing your voice~" You could hear the poised and fake framed smile he put on as a way to disguise whatever it was he was thinking about. It irked you in a way you couldn't describe - of course, things would be different after so long but you weren't prepared for just how secretive things would get.
"Colonel…" Suddenly a woman's voice cuts through your conversation and you can't hear the rest of what she says. You sigh into the phone and close your eyes to try and focus on their words but nothing comes to you and you realize that you can't even hear the faintest breath from Caleb - Did he just mute himself? You cock your head in disbelief, sucking at the back of your teeth and muting yourself as a form of petty revenge that he would never know occurred.
"Sorry about that, y/n. I've got to go soon."
"No worries! Like I was saying, I can't wait to see you this weekend. I'll definitely bring those pictures of us. You have to promise to keep one in your wallet, okay?" You smile as you coat your venomous words in honey just enough to sound friendly despite feeling anything but at the moment. That creeping feeling you got at his graduation grabbing at you once again, closing in like a honing beacon to signal that danger has crossed your path at the mere thought of others also taking up his mental space.
"Of course I will- Alright, I've got to go to a meeting. See you very soon." His sing-songy tone hides his annoyed expression as he hangs up. That face goes from annoyed to pure ice as it morphs into the inscrutable & aloof demeanor familiar to Caleb's subordinates. Later he'd take out his frustration of having to leave you so soon on them.
The beeping on the other end made your eyes roll. 2 weeks was far too long a wait indeed. You needed him too badly and your emotions were taking a bigger toll on you than you had initially realized. You had to make it known that Caleb is yours at his work, in Skyhaven, even down in Linkon - and as soon as possible to ward off whoever was thinking about getting between you two. Whatever he was hiding behind that mask of an old friend less of a worry; You needed to know that he was yours completely. A carnal instinct borne of that aching to be together.
Both of you too wrought in your habitual need for one another - something you'd both explain as "Missing" the other - to ever admit openly to this horrid game of pretend. Both of you unwilling to accept the parts of yourselves that are too obsessed with each other's mess. Too blinded to realize the obsession of the other right in front of you. And truly who was to say that that fear of opening up is unwarranted? Nobody. No one except each other. But you pay no mind to that introspection as your fingers hover over your screen before hitting send.
[2:28pm] Text me as soon as you're done! I want to talk to you more, Caleb.
A/N: Guys...I don't know if y'all will like this one, am I straying too far from what y'all want be honest. This took me like an hour and a half to write but then a whole hour to edit... how does that make sense?
Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed! (They act as power-ups for me)
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Miss you, Miss me



Pairing: Caleb x MC!reader Genre: Romance, Yandere x Yandere CW: Unhealthy Obsession, Light stalking (?) WC: 1,870 Note: Reader is MC coded but not written exclusively with MC in mind, a lot of Caleb's intrigue for me comes from his obsession with MC so yeah
A/N: 2nd fic back, tried doing some obsessive romance but tbh I don't know how confident I am in my writing right now, lemme me know what y'all think!

"You got it, pip-squeak! See you then." That was what Caleb said when you told him that you wouldn't be able to meet up with him this weekend. Both of you had agreed to meet up regularly after reconnecting and you've upheld that promise up pretty strictly until now, with work getting busier and busier you just couldn't promise full days to him as frequently.
Of course, with a big smile, Caleb understood as he always did. Yeah, work got in the way but that was bound to happen eventually due to how distanced your lives had gotten. Did it make him a bit sad to hear your rushed voice on the phone as you told him everything you had to do that he couldn't help with? For sure it did. But again, some things are inevitable and it's not like he deserves all your time. In the end, maturely setting aside his desires for your needs & plans was a small step in integrating back into each other's lives after so long…
…Was what he outwardly projected as his head spun dizzy with all the possibilities of what could be happening without him. Years of want all wrapped up in his mind and he finally has you close, almost as close as he did before - and you…have work? That doesn't sound right. You shouldn't have to work a day in your life. "What could work possibly have on catching up with him?", you'd think catching up for the past few months would be enough but for Caleb even the days when you'd dedicate your attention entirely on him weren't enough. If he could he would bring you to Skyhaven and train you up to stand by him at all times in the Farspace Fleet, not just measly meet-ups in each other's neighborhoods and far from casual integration into each other's lives. Hell, you could be each other's everything, how nice does that sound on his tongue, he thought.
He let the thoughts float to the back of his mind; Entertaining such dangerous things wasn't the healthiest but he couldn't really help it when it came to you. That intense yearning that had built up intensified every interaction and made things race ever more throughout his consciousness. The overcoming sensations that were your scent when you'd sit next to him, the sight of your hair flowing just perfectly enough to catch the light, the way your lips would quiver if he brought up Grandma- All of it was really so so so perfect, down to the way you'd question him, prodding against subjects that he would swiftly dodge the answers to leaving that hint of worry in your voice whenever you'd call him. He even missed all these new habits you've picked up - as if the time apart didn't separate the new patterns from the old.
Every break he'd find himself picking his phone up and idly scrolling out of boredom- yeah that's what his excuse was for his fingers always floating their way to your page. What could he say? His curiosity was just piqued on the subject of you. It's not weird to find out what you've been up to while he's been gone. If anything it would be weird of him to have no questions about you at all really. It was almost as if he was proving to no one but himself how badly he's been missing you.
Who were these people you were replying to anyway? How peculiar to notice that he was no longer the first to like your posts or the person you'd go to to take out on a random city excursion.
Okay, Tara. That makes sense you should have a good amount of work friends too; There's no fault in that. Zayne. Of course, you'd keep in contact with him all these years. It's not like he disappeared for years and reappeared with no explanation. Wait, you guys went to the Lantern Festival together last year? Caleb breathes in deeply as if to calm himself but his attention shifts seeing all these replies and likes by other people. All these people that he didn't know. Why was a man named Rafayel traipsing around the word "cutie" in his replies? Or this Xavier dude who's liked everything you've posted for the past year? This Sylus character was the worst, his words poking Caleb the wrong way with just how seductive they sounded to him.
This was so strange. A feeling bubbled deep inside him, an envy for any attention that you haven't already given freely to him and a jealousy routed in these people just knowing about you. Outside of work, he'd spend his days anxiously waiting for replies and calls. Endlessly spending his nights awake staring at all the old texts you've sent and the new photos he's saved since then. Question after question plagued him as he analyzed every minute detail. That picture of Chinese food you sent him last week? Is that shadow just a box of fried rice or someone just out of view? Did you go out with your coworkers and drink yourself silly? Is that why you said you were so tired when you picked up the phone this morning? What about that coffee from the cafe you took him to? Did you take someone else there? Are you silent bragging about it with that picture of the coffee cup during lunch?
No hint of his depraved obsessive mind slipped through to you as you talked on the phone with him nearly every other day. Keeping up this façade of this transformed but "the same old" Caleb as always.
"I can't wait to see you! It's been a while since I've been to Skyhaven." You go on about all the things you're packing for your weekend trip up to Skyhaven to meet up with him.
"It has been a while. I've been going down to Linkon every chance I get…" Why would you come to him when he could go to you and sneak a peek at all the small things you've been hiding from him? All those details you'd failed to mention during your calls.
"Yeah, you jump at the chance but I mean no travel expenses for me is a win-win in my book!-" …You sounded so cute going on about bringing him a matching pajama set, remembering to bring up some printed pictures of the both of you like you had promised the last time you were in Skyhaven, all your odd jokes bringing him back to all the times you'd spent together as kids. If things went successfully maybe that amount of comfortability could be reached again he thought.
But you just made it so hard to get to that point with your questions - and maybe outwardly you spoke and acted friendly but he could tell by the way you stared at him almost anxiously whenever you thought he wasn't paying attention that things weren't the same. Was it so hard to just accept him again? Why did you need to know where he was and what he was doing all this time? At least he wasn't dead, right?…
"But don't worry in just 1 short day we will see each other. Maybe we can go see a movie- Do you have a movie theater you frequent up there? Oh my gosh, next time you come down we should go check out the theater we went to ask kids- Caleb? You there?"
"Huh?- Oh, sorry zoned out." You hear him shake his head to get out of his daze, you wonder for a moment what could be occupying him to the point of taking up his precious time calling you.
"All good, am I taking up your time? I know I took a break at an awkward time, you must be busy." Your teeth clench as you swallow words you dare not spill.
"Never busy for you, pip-squeak. Just enjoying hearing your voice~" You could hear the poised and fake framed smile he put on as a way to disguise whatever it was he was thinking about. It irked you in a way you couldn't describe - of course, things would be different after so long but you weren't prepared for just how secretive things would get.
"Colonel…" Suddenly a woman's voice cuts through your conversation and you can't hear the rest of what she says. You sigh into the phone and close your eyes to try and focus on their words but nothing comes to you and you realize that you can't even hear the faintest breath from Caleb - Did he just mute himself? You cock your head in disbelief, sucking at the back of your teeth and muting yourself as a form of petty revenge that he would never know occurred.
"Sorry about that, y/n. I've got to go soon."
"No worries! Like I was saying, I can't wait to see you this weekend. I'll definitely bring those pictures of us. You have to promise to keep one in your wallet, okay?" You smile as you coat your venomous words in honey just enough to sound friendly despite feeling anything but at the moment. That creeping feeling you got at his graduation grabbing at you once again, closing in like a honing beacon to signal that danger has crossed your path at the mere thought of others also taking up his mental space.
"Of course I will- Alright, I've got to go to a meeting. See you very soon." His sing-songy tone hides his annoyed expression as he hangs up. That face goes from annoyed to pure ice as it morphs into the inscrutable & aloof demeanor familiar to Caleb's subordinates. Later he'd take out his frustration of having to leave you so soon on them.
The beeping on the other end made your eyes roll. 2 weeks was far too long a wait indeed. You needed him too badly and your emotions were taking a bigger toll on you than you had initially realized. You had to make it known that Caleb is yours at his work, in Skyhaven, even down in Linkon - and as soon as possible to ward off whoever was thinking about getting between you two. Whatever he was hiding behind that mask of an old friend less of a worry; You needed to know that he was yours completely. A carnal instinct borne of that aching to be together.
Both of you too wrought in your habitual need for one another - something you'd both explain as "Missing" the other - to ever admit openly to this horrid game of pretend. Both of you unwilling to accept the parts of yourselves that are too obsessed with each other's mess. Too blinded to realize the obsession of the other right in front of you. And truly who was to say that that fear of opening up is unwarranted? Nobody. No one except each other. But you pay no mind to that introspection as your fingers hover over your screen before hitting send.
[2:28pm] Text me as soon as you're done! I want to talk to you more, Caleb.
A/N: Guys...I don't know if y'all will like this one, am I straying too far from what y'all want be honest. This took me like an hour and a half to write but then a whole hour to edit... how does that make sense?
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I come back and suddenly forget all the duties to keep a fic alive smh
How silly



Pairing: Salaryman!Nanami x reader Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst (?) CW: Heavily Suggestive but no real smut !!!MINORS DNI!!! WC: 4,269
A/N: Note, a Nomikai is like an after-work drinking party. Also...I'm back, lemme know if this is absolute shi- or not.
Despite his austere demeanor, Nanami Kento's house was rather cozy. There was enough space for himself and then some - when he's rather cold and calculative on the battlefield or behind a desk, his house remains warm and bright, inviting even.
Although, right now - to you, it was anything but.
You were leaning against the living room wall, your heart stirring with every sound Kento made in the kitchen. There were perfectly good and comfy seats to be taken on the couch but your nerves willed you to stand. You fiddled with your fingers and scanned the room - It wouldn't have been too long ago that you might've felt comfortable in this space, maybe even felt at home. But now it just served as a bitter reminder, one that Kento just had to bring up again.
"Take a seat, it's not like you to not make yourself at home." Nanami came in teasing you, all smiles as he brought in two mugs of tea - just the way you liked it, just the way that he remembered you liked it.
"I feel fine on the wall, Nanami." Your tone conveyed your nerves in a way that Nanami definitely disliked judging by the way you see his eye twitch slightly. You would be the first to talk casually but right now being formal was the one thing keeping that lump in your throat from forming.
"I thought we'd gotten past the formalities, y/n…" Disappointment rides over his face, he should be expecting this after how he acted in the office but it only makes his mood more sour. Sensing your apprehension he lightens up, "Right, sorry-", adjusting himself on the couch, he picks up one of the mugs and starts sipping, "Saw you've got a new assistant." He doesn't elaborate or even meet your eyes as he changes the subject.
"Nana-" He throws you a stare that makes you clear your throat, "Kento… what does me having a new assistant have to do with anyth-"
"Can I not have a good and well-mannered conversation with my co-worker?" He cuts you off, knowing what you're prodding him for but not giving in just yet.
"Not if that co-worker is me and anyways, I think officially speaking I'm your boss. Even more inappropriate." You nip at your fingernails before pulling your skirt down, "But that isn't even why we're really here."
He sets down his mug and gets up, your breath hitches at his movements and his gaze darkens at your trepidation - he approaches you slowly, "Let's not be like this, y/n.", it sounds like he's fed up with your attitude. You couldn't understand why he would be the one fed up in this situation but suddenly you can't control your breathing, chest rising up and down more and more rapidly as he stalks forward, the way the lighting hits him makes his shadow grow from your perspective- You feel like an animal being hunted and you're not sure if you like it. His eyes narrow as his imposing frame towers - caging you in.
"Kento, stop." You're stern as the pit in your stomach grows. And he pauses, shaking his head and chuckling before backing away and composing himself.
"I'm sorry- Sit. Please. I have a feeling we might take a while…" Acting as though he didn't just try to intimidate you he sits back down. Turning on the TV he drags out this moment of tension until you feel coerced to sit or else you'd get nowhere and you'd have come here for nothing.
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Of course, it wasn't always like this. There was a point in time when his stalking was desired, lusted after, and in turn, he was fond of your seductive fawning & controlling side. Yours and Nanami's relationship was almost like a TV-perfect office romance/forbidden love trope. Both competing to get promotions, bickering in meetings to gain advantage & prestige, nothing more than idle talk about client meetings during work hours, and both equally as cold & uncaring in the eyes of everyone in the office.
After hours…now that was a different story altogether. What started as coincidentally meeting at the convenience store - both of you hammered after a night out to relieve stress - turned into much more. What neither of you would admit to calling an office crush twisted itself into love motel stops & Nomikai's that became routine for you two. Always claiming that "just one more night" would quell your desire for each other. It was almost toxic the way you wanted one another - how the frustration of the office during the day could be taken out on each other during the night.
But that relationship changed once you got promoted. You both had been up for the position for some time - having several meetings & being observed constantly - near continuous stress. Being so fiercely competitive you went at each other's throats, desperate to prove your worth to the company. Your nights out became back-to-back sessions of rough love-making that would end with tired eyes remembering the hostile environment you've both cultivated at the office that you would now have to return to in the morning.
When it was announced that you had gotten the position things began to shift. Of course, there was the relief of securing something earned through hard work & loyalty but looking Nanami in the eye became harder, as if through this your loyalty to him was in question. Over the next month your nomikai's together were less frequent, you were moved to the office one floor up so talking was rare now too - it all fizzled right at the climax. "How boring." Nanami thought.
Months passed and eventually, you lost all contact except for the occasional meeting or report. In a surprising turn of events, you got promoted again when the department head got fired as the new year came. This effectively made you Nanami's boss and once more your paths crossed with increased frequency.
Everything was really good. No longer colleagues and rivals, your relationship got better. You still felt the occasional guilt of climbing the corporate ladder faster than him, but it wasn't anything either of you could or would change at this point. You were able to make light conversation, the spark of the corrupted crush you had so long ago reigniting, but this time, more purely—more right.
You'd blush as you came into your office and saw a note with a coffee or breakfast sandwich next to it. Inside poetic waxing of 1-3 sentences often harping on "having a good day" & "gaining energy" from these lovely efforts. And at the end always signed "Ken."
Even the smallest efforts made your heart swell, as would anyone's given the circumstances and the man. Without needing physical intimacy there was a subtle tension, never negative, instead an electricity in the air that made the office feel more alive… Well, at least that's what you two would experience. Maybe this time you get off on the right foot and build up something real - although still heavily taboo between boss & employee. At least it would be a relationship bound by more than tenuous midnight moans & morning walks of shame.
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At your height within the company, it would be stupid to take on menial tasks like running to the printer, confirming meeting times, and scheduling on-site appointments. Not too soon after your promotion, a peer advised you to get a full-time secretary or personal assistant. You had more than enough salary to pay someone, so why not? Less on your plate meant more time spent thinking about your personal life, something you couldn't afford to do before.
It didn't take long for young university hopefuls to come crawling out of the woodwork once you posted the job offer. Colleagues began being overly nice during work hours in hopes of buttering you up enough to mention a name of an underclassmen or relative. During this period, noticing the buzz around you Nanami came around less frequently in fear of being a bother but his presence made itself known in the refilled snack drawer by your desk and the organized documents that you had complained to him about over lunch. Eventually, you settled on a very nice young man who had good enough experience to not be a hassle to train but not too experienced to where your seniority felt pointless.
Sure enough, it made things much easier over the next week. Meetings went by more smoothly and you could contain work more strictly to office hours.
In your newfound free time, you often drifted to thinking about Kento and what your relationship was. You started to consider the thought of "liking" someone, of liking Nanami Kento seriously. How nice it would feel to go to dinner with him after work with no expectations of the night, of stealing kisses in the break room, of waking up next to someone and this time not rushing to gather your clothes from off the floor.
So, after a few months of back & forth and more time than ever to attempt something like this, you decided to test your waters by setting up coincidental bump-ins with him but the results were odd. You were friendly with each other sure but in your gut you could feel him pulling away. Every interaction becoming shorter and less filled with niceties & casual talk leaving you confused. You were so sure that this was working, that weeks ago this would've led to a real connection; Maybe you weren't on the same exact page but close enough… you had thought that at least.
Were the signals too mixed? Did he want to return to the casual sex from before? Was that what he was after all along? Was he not on the same page and saw this simply as friendliness between higher-up and lower employee?
But then what did it mean when he'd brought you coffee in the mornings? Or when he'd stop by your office during lunch to ask what you were eating? Or the shy smiles you'd steal from each other when you were sure no one was looking? What does all that mean if not "I like you"?
You couldn't stand it. Waiting for the coy smile of the businessman sitting across the room during a meeting became almost torturous. You're not sure but it feels like a significant change had occurred without you knowing. Like over the past week a frost had entered and frozen over an innocent springtime.
The next 2 weeks were spent analyzing this thing between you and in your analysis you confirmed one thing. That this was not a case of growing apart but rather an avoidance caused by an unknown subject- Unknown to you that is. A confusing loop of getting just close enough to observe the glimmer of want in his eyes when you were around but never close enough to actually talk about it. And that's when you knew that you had to do something or the spark would fizzle just as quickly as it did before.
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"Nanami, can I talk to you in meeting room 3?" His eyebrow quirked at your sudden question.
"Oh sure, was something wrong with yesterday's reports? Or did the client from Y company say something?" As per usual he kept on the topic of business - He has no precedent to think this was anything but, after all.
"No, I actually just wanted to touch base about something else." His face was inscrutable as your words were taken in.
"I'll be there in 15. Just let me finish up these last couple of emails." Even his tone was monotonous, with no hint of deeper thought or meaning. For all you know, he could be cursing you out in his head.
15 minutes has never felt this long before. Circling the room you went over the conversation you've meticulously planned - All the responses he could make and all the actions he could take. You're not sure if in doing this you only made yourself more nervous or if it at all quelled your worry but you couldn't stop. Not until you heard those heavy footsteps and the door click.
"Nanam-"
"Y/n-" You almost giggled as your voices overlapped but seeing the forlorn look on Kento's face made that moment of joy subside.
"Sorry, you called me here for a reason. Please…" He gestured towards you to continue.
"Ah- I umm I just wanted to talk to you because recently it seems like you've been…avoiding me. I mean it's not like I expe-"
"Stop." He cuts you off abruptly. "Not during work hours, please."
"Then when? I can never find a moment with you alone these days. It's only in an official capacity like this can I even see you right now."
"Y/n-" He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples before continuing, "Look - I'm sorry. I have been avoiding you. But it's for a good reason."
"Good reason? What reason?" You don't mean to sound as mad as you do but you couldn't help it - You were hurt. What reason could he possibly have for distancing himself like this? The look on your face must've conveyed your emotions perfectly because he immediately softens raising a hand to your cheek to comfort you.
"Mrs. L/n are you in- I am so sorry." Your assistant walks just before Kento can reach you. "Mr. Lee is ready to see you in your office. Please excuse me." He leaves just as quickly as he arrives.
You turn your attention back to Kento as you see his gaze linger on the door as it swings closed. Whatever softness he was going to reach you with has hardened, his eyes narrowed with a look of displeasure. "Ken-"
"It looks like you have to go, Mrs. L/n." He straightens up and addresses you formally. You're about to speak up as he leans in close to your ear, "My house tomorrow after work if you have further business to discuss regarding this manner."
Fixing himself he doesn't even spare you a glance. He makes his annoyance far too obvious with the low grumble that echoes throughout the room. Completely frozen from the shock of his whispered proposal you couldn't comment on his attitude, not even as his boss.
You shudder at the thought of being alone with him again after those words. What consequences have you brought upon yourself this time? Going to his house either sounds like the worst hell or the most gracious heaven right now and your mind can't settle on which one sounds more probable. There was only one way to find out.
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Well now you were certainly in his home but the pressure in the room was enough to make an elephant sweat. Coerced to sit you breathe out heavily, adjusting yourself to as comfortably as you could in your rigidness. Kento reaches for the TV remote and turns the volume down before turning to face you nonchalantly.
"This silence is scaring me a bit, Kento." You break the silence, your words have a joking tone but he takes it seriously even as you pose a fake smile.
"I'm scaring you? I'm…" He swallows his words, straightens out, and takes a breath, "I'm sorry about that y/n. What was it that you wanted to discuss?" It's almost sickening the way he puts on the formality of business with you after nearly pouncing.
"What? No, you're not- Wait. Can we just stop this?" You rush to clear up whatever spiraling thought he had from your few words before focusing your gaze down, embarrassed of bringing up the subject.
"Stop what?" And it sounds like he's genuinely asking. Raising your head back up to meet his eyes you see confusion but also want to resolve whatever this is. Some amount of confidence is restored as you realize that it isn't just you who wants to fix things.
"Well, like I said back in the meeting room, you've been avoiding me Kento. And don't try to deny it."
He pauses trying to collect his words, "I have. But like I said for good reas-"
"Then just tell me the reason Kento." You raise your voice out of frustration.
Nanami retreats, readjusting to calm his nerves. You've never seen him so timid except for when he has to ask if his favorite treats are in stock at the bakery. He can't bring himself to look at you anymore. Whatever confidence he had was blown away by your exclamation. He picks up his mug, takes a sip of his tea, and fiddles with the handle - head downturned.
A murmur comes from him, "What is this?"
"What?" You can barely grasp the words.
"This." And he gestures between the two of you. "What is it? Y/n."
"I'm not understanding, Ken." And you notice the nickname catches his attention as his head whips to look at you - only then do you realize that you haven't addressed him so casually since before your promotions. Not even when you were flirting through office exchanges. For a second you wonder when that hostile relationship became more casual & comfortable than what you had grown accustomed to now.
Nanami bites his bottom lip, "Are we something? Anything other than coworkers? Tell me upfront, please because I don't think I can handle any more of these blurry lines. It's hurting my heart too much." It's a shock to you to see him this way but even more of a shock to himself as he's sure he's never even been this shaken by a curse standing right in front of him but now you've gone and turned things upside down.
You're speechless. Isn't that what you meant to ask him? He was the one putting distance between you. He was the one avoiding you. And now he was asking you this as if you're the one to blame for his actions. For someone so incredibly smart man, oh man was he dumb when it came to emotions. For the first time above the sheets, you're seeing Nanami Kento crumble into your hands. The intimidation tactics from before you now realize were just a front for him to hide all these feelings.
"Do you want to be something other than "coworkers"? Nanami." You scoot closer to him.
"I don't know what to think right now." His eyes are glossy but not yet tear-filled however with the shaky tone you have a feeling that the flood was incoming.
"Just tell me everything that crosses your mind. Anything is better than nothing right now." You're begging him at this point to open up to you. Staying in this relationship purgatory hell for any longer would drive you up a wall.
"Maybe…I don't know." He sighs, " I just- I don't think I'm in my right mind when it comes to you." Placing the mug back down he puts his hands to his face trying to gain clarity.
"What do you mean? Ken." You reach out to him, placing a hand on his knee.
He turns his head to face you again, another heavy sigh escaping him before placing his head back in his hands speaking slightly muffled. "You've made me insane, y/n." He chuckles and you smile, it feels so good to hear him laugh genuinely for just a moment even in his presumed "insanity". "Every time I see you I just want to- I want to hold you. And every time you're near my heart feels at peace but never at ease. I don't know what to make of you."
"I'm afraid I'm still not understanding?" You can sense the inner turmoil he's going through but his word vomit, although pretty, isn't helping you piece it all together clear enough to respond; You're not sure what's holding him back but you know you want to help him through it. Standing up you place yourself in front of him, kneeling slightly to pry his hands away from his face.
He looks up at you as you stand tall before him. Tears now brimming. You never thought a day would come when you would see Nanami of all people on the brink of collapse, as sad as it was it was also extremely cute. But, Was whatever he had to admit something to get this emotional about? Or was it just the fact that it involved you? Even he couldn't be sure of the answer.
"I'm pathetic." He lets his hands flop onto his lap as his shoulders slump and his head hits your stomach in defeat.
You chuckle at the admission brushing the back of his head and letting your hand play with the strands at the nape of his neck. "How are you pathetic? Have I made you feel like that? Is that why…you won't talk to me anymore?"
"What?! No!" He exclaims before calming down once more, this time he places his chin on your navel to look up at you, "I'm pathetic because I get jealous over - what is probably - nothing…" He digs himself back into the softness of your belly, bringing his arms to wrap around your waist - securing you where he can breathe you in.
"Can you let me in on what this "nothing" is? Because I've been nothing but confused these past few weeks, Kento."
Breathing you in, he says something completely muffled that tickles you just enough to lightly chuckle.
"Hmm?" You brush at his gel-hardened hair to coerce him to face you and he follows your movements as if entranced by your touch. His eyes close as he brings his hand to meet yours now leading you to cup his face letting his thumb brush over the skin on your hand. How good it feels to smell you he thinks.
Oh how men fall, more specifically how Nanami Kento falls to your visage as slivers of city lights intertwine with the warm interior and you're illuminated like no goddess he could even imagine. If he could stretch this moment in time forever he would - but he cannot and thus he resigns to just taking you in as your face continues to screw up in confusion.
"Your assistant." and he lets his head hang once more, too embarrassed of his truth to let you meet his eyes.
"My assistant?" You're genuinely confused by the two words for a quick second before it clicks, "Oh…my assistant…He's why you don't want to take me out to lunch anymore?"
"I always want to take you out to lunch, y/n. But how can I- sigh When he's with you 24/7 & gets to be with you all day, how can I not feel so…angry."
"Ken…" You almost have no words, of course, emotions are fickle and he can't control the way he feels but it is kind've silly; While you've been worrying your butt off over him, he's been hiding his possessiveness when you never asked him to. Part of you (a really big part) finds it cute, the other part acknowledges just how stupid that sounds. All this running around each other for nothing - weight lifted but reassurance surely still needed.
"I told you. Nothing." Once again he digs himself so deep into your stomach you're sure he's bound to create some sort of mark.
"No no, not nothing. Well-"
"See!" And you both giggle at the immediate retort.
The entire time you're above him you can't help but think about how odd this position is physically and metaphorically. You're "above" him and he doesn't mind, not the way that you thought he would anyway. And the truth is that Kento would much prefer you above him (in more ways than one) and whatever doubt you had that he would despise you - that he should despise you - after everything that you've taken from him vanishes; you mean so much more to him than official positions and rankings. He loves you, the way his eyes have gained back their sparkle just by being in your presence proves it.
"Should I get rid of him?" You're half joking but in your truest heart of hearts if he asked you would try your best to accommodate his worries.
"Don't do that to the kid…"
"So you're aware that he is just a kid-"
"As I've told you multiple times now, I know it was baseless emotions. Not that I could help it but I know- I should've talked to you sooner."
"Yes. Much sooner." You return to your place beside him on the couch clutching his hand in yours and resting your head on his shoulder.
"Forgive me?"
"Never." He looks at you a bit confused. "Spend every day - starting now - making it up to me Nanami Kento."
A grin so big you couldn't ever imagine it on his face unless it was happening right in front of you - as it was right now - appears. He straightens himself, adjusting pants and all - as if he wasn't already extremely attractive - and faces you. "You've got a deal Mrs. L/n." He holds out a hand and with a firm shake tackles you into the sofa. Suddenly, once more you feel at home in his home. You feel just right where you need to be with Mr. Nanami Kento… or just Ken.
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How silly



Pairing: Salaryman!Nanami x reader Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst (?) CW: Heavily Suggestive but no real smut !!!MINORS DNI!!! WC: 4,269
A/N: Note, a Nomikai is like an after-work drinking party. Also...I'm back, lemme know if this is absolute shi- or not.
Despite his austere demeanor, Nanami Kento's house was rather cozy. There was enough space for himself and then some - when he's rather cold and calculative on the battlefield or behind a desk, his house remains warm and bright, inviting even.
Although, right now - to you, it was anything but.
You were leaning against the living room wall, your heart stirring with every sound Kento made in the kitchen. There were perfectly good and comfy seats to be taken on the couch but your nerves willed you to stand. You fiddled with your fingers and scanned the room - It wouldn't have been too long ago that you might've felt comfortable in this space, maybe even felt at home. But now it just served as a bitter reminder, one that Kento just had to bring up again.
"Take a seat, it's not like you to not make yourself at home." Nanami came in teasing you, all smiles as he brought in two mugs of tea - just the way you liked it, just the way that he remembered you liked it.
"I feel fine on the wall, Nanami." Your tone conveyed your nerves in a way that Nanami definitely disliked judging by the way you see his eye twitch slightly. You would be the first to talk casually but right now being formal was the one thing keeping that lump in your throat from forming.
"I thought we'd gotten past the formalities, y/n…" Disappointment rides over his face, he should be expecting this after how he acted in the office but it only makes his mood more sour. Sensing your apprehension he lightens up, "Right, sorry-", adjusting himself on the couch, he picks up one of the mugs and starts sipping, "Saw you've got a new assistant." He doesn't elaborate or even meet your eyes as he changes the subject.
"Nana-" He throws you a stare that makes you clear your throat, "Kento… what does me having a new assistant have to do with anyth-"
"Can I not have a good and well-mannered conversation with my co-worker?" He cuts you off, knowing what you're prodding him for but not giving in just yet.
"Not if that co-worker is me and anyways, I think officially speaking I'm your boss. Even more inappropriate." You nip at your fingernails before pulling your skirt down, "But that isn't even why we're really here."
He sets down his mug and gets up, your breath hitches at his movements and his gaze darkens at your trepidation - he approaches you slowly, "Let's not be like this, y/n.", it sounds like he's fed up with your attitude. You couldn't understand why he would be the one fed up in this situation but suddenly you can't control your breathing, chest rising up and down more and more rapidly as he stalks forward, the way the lighting hits him makes his shadow grow from your perspective- You feel like an animal being hunted and you're not sure if you like it. His eyes narrow as his imposing frame towers - caging you in.
"Kento, stop." You're stern as the pit in your stomach grows. And he pauses, shaking his head and chuckling before backing away and composing himself.
"I'm sorry- Sit. Please. I have a feeling we might take a while…" Acting as though he didn't just try to intimidate you he sits back down. Turning on the TV he drags out this moment of tension until you feel coerced to sit or else you'd get nowhere and you'd have come here for nothing.
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Of course, it wasn't always like this. There was a point in time when his stalking was desired, lusted after, and in turn, he was fond of your seductive fawning & controlling side. Yours and Nanami's relationship was almost like a TV-perfect office romance/forbidden love trope. Both competing to get promotions, bickering in meetings to gain advantage & prestige, nothing more than idle talk about client meetings during work hours, and both equally as cold & uncaring in the eyes of everyone in the office.
After hours…now that was a different story altogether. What started as coincidentally meeting at the convenience store - both of you hammered after a night out to relieve stress - turned into much more. What neither of you would admit to calling an office crush twisted itself into love motel stops & Nomikai's that became routine for you two. Always claiming that "just one more night" would quell your desire for each other. It was almost toxic the way you wanted one another - how the frustration of the office during the day could be taken out on each other during the night.
But that relationship changed once you got promoted. You both had been up for the position for some time - having several meetings & being observed constantly - near continuous stress. Being so fiercely competitive you went at each other's throats, desperate to prove your worth to the company. Your nights out became back-to-back sessions of rough love-making that would end with tired eyes remembering the hostile environment you've both cultivated at the office that you would now have to return to in the morning.
When it was announced that you had gotten the position things began to shift. Of course, there was the relief of securing something earned through hard work & loyalty but looking Nanami in the eye became harder, as if through this your loyalty to him was in question. Over the next month your nomikai's together were less frequent, you were moved to the office one floor up so talking was rare now too - it all fizzled right at the climax. "How boring." Nanami thought.
Months passed and eventually, you lost all contact except for the occasional meeting or report. In a surprising turn of events, you got promoted again when the department head got fired as the new year came. This effectively made you Nanami's boss and once more your paths crossed with increased frequency.
Everything was really good. No longer colleagues and rivals, your relationship got better. You still felt the occasional guilt of climbing the corporate ladder faster than him, but it wasn't anything either of you could or would change at this point. You were able to make light conversation, the spark of the corrupted crush you had so long ago reigniting, but this time, more purely—more right.
You'd blush as you came into your office and saw a note with a coffee or breakfast sandwich next to it. Inside poetic waxing of 1-3 sentences often harping on "having a good day" & "gaining energy" from these lovely efforts. And at the end always signed "Ken."
Even the smallest efforts made your heart swell, as would anyone's given the circumstances and the man. Without needing physical intimacy there was a subtle tension, never negative, instead an electricity in the air that made the office feel more alive… Well, at least that's what you two would experience. Maybe this time you get off on the right foot and build up something real - although still heavily taboo between boss & employee. At least it would be a relationship bound by more than tenuous midnight moans & morning walks of shame.
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At your height within the company, it would be stupid to take on menial tasks like running to the printer, confirming meeting times, and scheduling on-site appointments. Not too soon after your promotion, a peer advised you to get a full-time secretary or personal assistant. You had more than enough salary to pay someone, so why not? Less on your plate meant more time spent thinking about your personal life, something you couldn't afford to do before.
It didn't take long for young university hopefuls to come crawling out of the woodwork once you posted the job offer. Colleagues began being overly nice during work hours in hopes of buttering you up enough to mention a name of an underclassmen or relative. During this period, noticing the buzz around you Nanami came around less frequently in fear of being a bother but his presence made itself known in the refilled snack drawer by your desk and the organized documents that you had complained to him about over lunch. Eventually, you settled on a very nice young man who had good enough experience to not be a hassle to train but not too experienced to where your seniority felt pointless.
Sure enough, it made things much easier over the next week. Meetings went by more smoothly and you could contain work more strictly to office hours.
In your newfound free time, you often drifted to thinking about Kento and what your relationship was. You started to consider the thought of "liking" someone, of liking Nanami Kento seriously. How nice it would feel to go to dinner with him after work with no expectations of the night, of stealing kisses in the break room, of waking up next to someone and this time not rushing to gather your clothes from off the floor.
So, after a few months of back & forth and more time than ever to attempt something like this, you decided to test your waters by setting up coincidental bump-ins with him but the results were odd. You were friendly with each other sure but in your gut you could feel him pulling away. Every interaction becoming shorter and less filled with niceties & casual talk leaving you confused. You were so sure that this was working, that weeks ago this would've led to a real connection; Maybe you weren't on the same exact page but close enough… you had thought that at least.
Were the signals too mixed? Did he want to return to the casual sex from before? Was that what he was after all along? Was he not on the same page and saw this simply as friendliness between higher-up and lower employee?
But then what did it mean when he'd brought you coffee in the mornings? Or when he'd stop by your office during lunch to ask what you were eating? Or the shy smiles you'd steal from each other when you were sure no one was looking? What does all that mean if not "I like you"?
You couldn't stand it. Waiting for the coy smile of the businessman sitting across the room during a meeting became almost torturous. You're not sure but it feels like a significant change had occurred without you knowing. Like over the past week a frost had entered and frozen over an innocent springtime.
The next 2 weeks were spent analyzing this thing between you and in your analysis you confirmed one thing. That this was not a case of growing apart but rather an avoidance caused by an unknown subject- Unknown to you that is. A confusing loop of getting just close enough to observe the glimmer of want in his eyes when you were around but never close enough to actually talk about it. And that's when you knew that you had to do something or the spark would fizzle just as quickly as it did before.
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"Nanami, can I talk to you in meeting room 3?" His eyebrow quirked at your sudden question.
"Oh sure, was something wrong with yesterday's reports? Or did the client from Y company say something?" As per usual he kept on the topic of business - He has no precedent to think this was anything but, after all.
"No, I actually just wanted to touch base about something else." His face was inscrutable as your words were taken in.
"I'll be there in 15. Just let me finish up these last couple of emails." Even his tone was monotonous, with no hint of deeper thought or meaning. For all you know, he could be cursing you out in his head.
15 minutes has never felt this long before. Circling the room you went over the conversation you've meticulously planned - All the responses he could make and all the actions he could take. You're not sure if in doing this you only made yourself more nervous or if it at all quelled your worry but you couldn't stop. Not until you heard those heavy footsteps and the door click.
"Nanam-"
"Y/n-" You almost giggled as your voices overlapped but seeing the forlorn look on Kento's face made that moment of joy subside.
"Sorry, you called me here for a reason. Please…" He gestured towards you to continue.
"Ah- I umm I just wanted to talk to you because recently it seems like you've been…avoiding me. I mean it's not like I expe-"
"Stop." He cuts you off abruptly. "Not during work hours, please."
"Then when? I can never find a moment with you alone these days. It's only in an official capacity like this can I even see you right now."
"Y/n-" He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples before continuing, "Look - I'm sorry. I have been avoiding you. But it's for a good reason."
"Good reason? What reason?" You don't mean to sound as mad as you do but you couldn't help it - You were hurt. What reason could he possibly have for distancing himself like this? The look on your face must've conveyed your emotions perfectly because he immediately softens raising a hand to your cheek to comfort you.
"Mrs. L/n are you in- I am so sorry." Your assistant walks just before Kento can reach you. "Mr. Lee is ready to see you in your office. Please excuse me." He leaves just as quickly as he arrives.
You turn your attention back to Kento as you see his gaze linger on the door as it swings closed. Whatever softness he was going to reach you with has hardened, his eyes narrowed with a look of displeasure. "Ken-"
"It looks like you have to go, Mrs. L/n." He straightens up and addresses you formally. You're about to speak up as he leans in close to your ear, "My house tomorrow after work if you have further business to discuss regarding this manner."
Fixing himself he doesn't even spare you a glance. He makes his annoyance far too obvious with the low grumble that echoes throughout the room. Completely frozen from the shock of his whispered proposal you couldn't comment on his attitude, not even as his boss.
You shudder at the thought of being alone with him again after those words. What consequences have you brought upon yourself this time? Going to his house either sounds like the worst hell or the most gracious heaven right now and your mind can't settle on which one sounds more probable. There was only one way to find out.
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Well now you were certainly in his home but the pressure in the room was enough to make an elephant sweat. Coerced to sit you breathe out heavily, adjusting yourself to as comfortably as you could in your rigidness. Kento reaches for the TV remote and turns the volume down before turning to face you nonchalantly.
"This silence is scaring me a bit, Kento." You break the silence, your words have a joking tone but he takes it seriously even as you pose a fake smile.
"I'm scaring you? I'm…" He swallows his words, straightens out, and takes a breath, "I'm sorry about that y/n. What was it that you wanted to discuss?" It's almost sickening the way he puts on the formality of business with you after nearly pouncing.
"What? No, you're not- Wait. Can we just stop this?" You rush to clear up whatever spiraling thought he had from your few words before focusing your gaze down, embarrassed of bringing up the subject.
"Stop what?" And it sounds like he's genuinely asking. Raising your head back up to meet his eyes you see confusion but also want to resolve whatever this is. Some amount of confidence is restored as you realize that it isn't just you who wants to fix things.
"Well, like I said back in the meeting room, you've been avoiding me Kento. And don't try to deny it."
He pauses trying to collect his words, "I have. But like I said for good reas-"
"Then just tell me the reason Kento." You raise your voice out of frustration.
Nanami retreats, readjusting to calm his nerves. You've never seen him so timid except for when he has to ask if his favorite treats are in stock at the bakery. He can't bring himself to look at you anymore. Whatever confidence he had was blown away by your exclamation. He picks up his mug, takes a sip of his tea, and fiddles with the handle - head downturned.
A murmur comes from him, "What is this?"
"What?" You can barely grasp the words.
"This." And he gestures between the two of you. "What is it? Y/n."
"I'm not understanding, Ken." And you notice the nickname catches his attention as his head whips to look at you - only then do you realize that you haven't addressed him so casually since before your promotions. Not even when you were flirting through office exchanges. For a second you wonder when that hostile relationship became more casual & comfortable than what you had grown accustomed to now.
Nanami bites his bottom lip, "Are we something? Anything other than coworkers? Tell me upfront, please because I don't think I can handle any more of these blurry lines. It's hurting my heart too much." It's a shock to you to see him this way but even more of a shock to himself as he's sure he's never even been this shaken by a curse standing right in front of him but now you've gone and turned things upside down.
You're speechless. Isn't that what you meant to ask him? He was the one putting distance between you. He was the one avoiding you. And now he was asking you this as if you're the one to blame for his actions. For someone so incredibly smart man, oh man was he dumb when it came to emotions. For the first time above the sheets, you're seeing Nanami Kento crumble into your hands. The intimidation tactics from before you now realize were just a front for him to hide all these feelings.
"Do you want to be something other than "coworkers"? Nanami." You scoot closer to him.
"I don't know what to think right now." His eyes are glossy but not yet tear-filled however with the shaky tone you have a feeling that the flood was incoming.
"Just tell me everything that crosses your mind. Anything is better than nothing right now." You're begging him at this point to open up to you. Staying in this relationship purgatory hell for any longer would drive you up a wall.
"Maybe…I don't know." He sighs, " I just- I don't think I'm in my right mind when it comes to you." Placing the mug back down he puts his hands to his face trying to gain clarity.
"What do you mean? Ken." You reach out to him, placing a hand on his knee.
He turns his head to face you again, another heavy sigh escaping him before placing his head back in his hands speaking slightly muffled. "You've made me insane, y/n." He chuckles and you smile, it feels so good to hear him laugh genuinely for just a moment even in his presumed "insanity". "Every time I see you I just want to- I want to hold you. And every time you're near my heart feels at peace but never at ease. I don't know what to make of you."
"I'm afraid I'm still not understanding?" You can sense the inner turmoil he's going through but his word vomit, although pretty, isn't helping you piece it all together clear enough to respond; You're not sure what's holding him back but you know you want to help him through it. Standing up you place yourself in front of him, kneeling slightly to pry his hands away from his face.
He looks up at you as you stand tall before him. Tears now brimming. You never thought a day would come when you would see Nanami of all people on the brink of collapse, as sad as it was it was also extremely cute. But, Was whatever he had to admit something to get this emotional about? Or was it just the fact that it involved you? Even he couldn't be sure of the answer.
"I'm pathetic." He lets his hands flop onto his lap as his shoulders slump and his head hits your stomach in defeat.
You chuckle at the admission brushing the back of his head and letting your hand play with the strands at the nape of his neck. "How are you pathetic? Have I made you feel like that? Is that why…you won't talk to me anymore?"
"What?! No!" He exclaims before calming down once more, this time he places his chin on your navel to look up at you, "I'm pathetic because I get jealous over - what is probably - nothing…" He digs himself back into the softness of your belly, bringing his arms to wrap around your waist - securing you where he can breathe you in.
"Can you let me in on what this "nothing" is? Because I've been nothing but confused these past few weeks, Kento."
Breathing you in, he says something completely muffled that tickles you just enough to lightly chuckle.
"Hmm?" You brush at his gel-hardened hair to coerce him to face you and he follows your movements as if entranced by your touch. His eyes close as he brings his hand to meet yours now leading you to cup his face letting his thumb brush over the skin on your hand. How good it feels to smell you he thinks.
Oh how men fall, more specifically how Nanami Kento falls to your visage as slivers of city lights intertwine with the warm interior and you're illuminated like no goddess he could even imagine. If he could stretch this moment in time forever he would - but he cannot and thus he resigns to just taking you in as your face continues to screw up in confusion.
"Your assistant." and he lets his head hang once more, too embarrassed of his truth to let you meet his eyes.
"My assistant?" You're genuinely confused by the two words for a quick second before it clicks, "Oh…my assistant…He's why you don't want to take me out to lunch anymore?"
"I always want to take you out to lunch, y/n. But how can I- sigh When he's with you 24/7 & gets to be with you all day, how can I not feel so…angry."
"Ken…" You almost have no words, of course, emotions are fickle and he can't control the way he feels but it is kind've silly; While you've been worrying your butt off over him, he's been hiding his possessiveness when you never asked him to. Part of you (a really big part) finds it cute, the other part acknowledges just how stupid that sounds. All this running around each other for nothing - weight lifted but reassurance surely still needed.
"I told you. Nothing." Once again he digs himself so deep into your stomach you're sure he's bound to create some sort of mark.
"No no, not nothing. Well-"
"See!" And you both giggle at the immediate retort.
The entire time you're above him you can't help but think about how odd this position is physically and metaphorically. You're "above" him and he doesn't mind, not the way that you thought he would anyway. And the truth is that Kento would much prefer you above him (in more ways than one) and whatever doubt you had that he would despise you - that he should despise you - after everything that you've taken from him vanishes; you mean so much more to him than official positions and rankings. He loves you, the way his eyes have gained back their sparkle just by being in your presence proves it.
"Should I get rid of him?" You're half joking but in your truest heart of hearts if he asked you would try your best to accommodate his worries.
"Don't do that to the kid…"
"So you're aware that he is just a kid-"
"As I've told you multiple times now, I know it was baseless emotions. Not that I could help it but I know- I should've talked to you sooner."
"Yes. Much sooner." You return to your place beside him on the couch clutching his hand in yours and resting your head on his shoulder.
"Forgive me?"
"Never." He looks at you a bit confused. "Spend every day - starting now - making it up to me Nanami Kento."
A grin so big you couldn't ever imagine it on his face unless it was happening right in front of you - as it was right now - appears. He straightens himself, adjusting pants and all - as if he wasn't already extremely attractive - and faces you. "You've got a deal Mrs. L/n." He holds out a hand and with a firm shake tackles you into the sofa. Suddenly, once more you feel at home in his home. You feel just right where you need to be with Mr. Nanami Kento… or just Ken.
A/N: Holy hell...I'm back babies. Srsly though what did you think of this fic?? Idk how to feel. It's like between a masterpiece and a piece of garbage idk....
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Working as hard as I can between life things to break my hiatus and start posting fics by Valentines!!! BE STRONG BABES I'M COMING!!
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Ghost Nanami pt.2
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lord hold me back!! SYLUS SAVE ME!!!
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Legit pass the tiktok ban I will be writing for the rest of January and come back from hiatus (if everything goes well lol)
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