#wc: 148

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Can I request Cole eat his s/o out cuz he's a hungry man? Like he is the biggest munch of all ninjas (munch: meaning eats pussy all day)

A/N: rambling abt cockwarming and this fucking MUNCH,,,small blurb

WC:148

Craziest munch ever, actual pussy eater

It’s actually so evil that I’ve NEVER thought of this before, he’d be the BIGGEST munch ever tho,,, or at least have a crazy oral fixation, he just has that vibe to him.

Like !!! Imagine him pinning your hips down/thighs open and just fucking, going at it for what feels like hours at a time, with ZERO technique at ALL, slick drizzling down his chin when he pulls away. He looks abhorrent as he nuzzles his cum covered face against your thighs, smearing it alllll over his face

Or !!! Him mouth warming(?) not even giving head really, just keeping your semi in his mouth and occasionally sucking, sometimes pulling off and mouthing along your thighs and balls before going right back at it again, his cock hanging uselessly between this thighs.

[atlabeth]

time’s blur - ialwbty au

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader but this primarily features percy jackson & sister!reader

summary: somehow, someway, you come back.

a/n: wow it has been a while hasn't it!! 148 days to be exact!! im always thinking about these two in the corner of my mind and ive been wanting to write this au since i got an ask about it, originally i was going to do it all as a big long one shot but i just want to get something out lol. and this will give me more freedom to do wte i want with this au instead of just having one big one shot and leaving it. anyways enjoy there is actually some fluff for once but still some emotional damage and there is more to come!! also reader is 19 and percy is 15

wc: 3.5k

warning(s): hurricane dies but she has come back!! told through percy's pov. angst, hurt/comfort, signature percy jackson guilt, but some fluffy sibling moments<3

Percy doesn’t end up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning out of instinct, foresight, or any kind of divine ‘chosen one’ intervention. 

He ends up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning because some Apollo kid was hooking up with an Ares kid on the beach, and they found you. 

They found you, not Percy. He didn’t even have a clue until he woke up to Chiron in his cabin.

Percy had had his fair share of rude awakenings over the years, usually because of horrific demigod prophetic dreams, but the expression on Chiron’s face immediately alerted Percy that something was wrong, even through his groggy haze. 

“Chiron?” he rasps, and he sits up as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He has to make sure he’s not still dreaming. 

“I’m sorry to wake you, Percy,” he says. “But I need you to come with me.” 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Is everyone okay? Is camp okay? Is there an invasion?” 

“Nothing so ghastly,” Chiron says. Though his tone is a bit lighter, it still doesn’t ease Percy’s concerns. “But it does concern you.” 

“Great,” Percy mumbles, and he pulls himself out of bed. Normally he would have the foresight to change, but a part of him is still worried that Christmas has come early and Kronos has already invaded the city. 

So he follows Chiron—with all the sneaking around he’s done since getting to camp, it’s strange to be out this late and not have to worry about being eaten alive—clad in flannel pajama pants, a Yankee’s tee, and Converse he didn’t get the chance to fully lace up. 

“You’d tell me if something was wrong,” Percy says, glancing up at him. “Right?” 

“Of course,” he nods. “I wouldn’t classify this as something going wrong. Just… rather shocking.” 

“Great,” he repeats. “Are you going to tell me?” 

Chiron is silent for a moment, and Percy frowns. “Now I’m really worried.” 

“I suppose it’s best to rip the bandage off,” Chiron says. He stops right outside the Big House and lets out a sigh. “An hour ago, a girl was found on the beach. She looked as if she’d been washed ashore.” 

Percy’s frown deepens. “What? Gods— is she okay?” 

“Yes,” Chiron says. “I checked her over for injuries, but she only had some minor bruises. No water in her lungs, somehow.” 

“That’s crazy,” he says. “How could someone even wash up here? Even with demigods— don’t we have protections against that?” 

“All of this makes me believe there was some… divine intervention,” Chiron says slowly. “Especially with who she is.” 

Percy crosses his arms. “You’re making this sound like a huge deal. Who is she?”

“Percy,” Chiron says, soft but firm, “it’s your sister. Somehow, she’s come back to life.” 

And for a second, all he can do is stare. 

“What?” 

“I could never forget her face,” he says. “Or the presence of a child of Poseidon.” 

Percy shakes his head. “No, Chiron— if this is a joke, it’s not funny.” He huffs a mirthless laugh and looks down at his hands. “And if this is a shitty dream, then it’s really shitty.” 

“Perseus, this is real,” he states. 

He’s still shaking his head. “How can it be real? She’s dead— she’s been dead for years.”

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Mr. D has already gone back to Olympus to figure it out. But if I had to guess, your father decided to meddle.”

He wants to call it a lie. Honestly, he wants to punch Chiron for getting his hopes up about something like this. But deep down, Percy knows he’s telling the truth. 

“Can I see her?” he asks. “Is— is she okay? Does she know who she is?”

“In time,” Chiron says. “I cannot be sure, but it doesn’t look like she remembers anything from her life.” 

Percy shakes his head again. It doesn’t feel real. He’s imagined what it would feel like to meet you since the moment Luke told him about you, but he knew it could never happen. 

But now, all that stands between Percy and his sister is a few doors. 

“I want to see her,” he says.

“Of course,” Chiron nods. “I just need to make sure it won’t mess with her further. This isn’t like Thalia coming back with the fleece—though I have suspicions, I can’t be sure how this happened. It could be a very delicate matter.” 

“As long as it doesn’t hurt her more.” 

Chiron nods again and he opens the door to the Big House. He follows him up to his office door, then stops when Chiron gestures at the couch. 

“I just need to discuss a few more things with her.” 

Percy nods wordlessly and sits down, then Chiron disappears into his office. 

A million things are running through Percy’s mind, namely guilt. 

Shouldn’t he have been the one to find you? 

Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but it’s you. 

You’re his sister. He’s always had a connection to you, even when you were gone—gods, the night after he found out you existed you appeared in his dreams. Percy’s spent almost every moment since he found out about you wishing you were still here, that he could meet you, and when it finally does happen—somehow, because he still doesn’t understand what the fuck went on for this to happen—he’s not even the one to find you? He’s just asleep like every other night?

He huffs a sigh as he hunches over, his forearms on his knees. His leg bounces up and down at a rapid pace, moving his entire body with it, but this is one time he can’t lay his ADHD to rest. He’s more surprised he isn’t up pacing the entire room for the hundredth time. 

If Percy feels like this, he can’t even imagine how you must feel. To come back for seemingly no reason with no memories, after four years in Elysium. 

Luke said you’d been killed by a monster. You were buried like any other person. 

You were gone.

But you just… came back.  

He lets out another harried sigh and falls back against the couch. He’s exhausted, but there’s no chance of him being able to go back to sleep. Not with you around. 

Suddenly, the door opens, and Percy instantly darts up from his seat. You walk out with Chiron and it’s almost surreal.

You look like all the pictures, all his dreams, just older—more mature. He wants to cry and scream and hug you all at once. 

Your eyes widen slightly, and you glance at Chiron for a moment before you focus back on Percy.

“Uh— sorry,” he says, wincing a bit. He doesn’t know how to act around you, not when he knows you but you don’t know him. “I waited for you. I thought it would be good to have someone on the other side.” 

“That’s really nice,” you murmur. “I… I see why. Word on the street is that you’re my brother.” 

Percy nods way too many times. “Yeah. Uh— yeah. We’re both children of—” 

He pauses, his gaze moving past you to Chiron. He has to have explained all this to you, right? 

“Poseidon,” you finish, and you let out a slightly shaky laugh. “Chiron laid out all the basics.” 

“This has all got to be really confusing,” he says. “I remember how lost I was when I first got to camp, and I didn’t even…” 

“Die?” you ask wryly. He nods again. He really can’t finish any sentence around you—he’s so worried of saying the wrong thing and accidentally hurting you. Percy doesn’t know how any of this works.

“It’s strange,” you admit. “I… I lived this whole life before this, and I don’t even remember any of it.”

Percy’s heart clenches painfully. He doesn’t know how he’s going to explain everything to you when you start remembering. 

When you start remembering Luke. 

“Really?” he asks. “There’s nothing?”

You shake your head. “I have my name, but that’s all. And…”

Percy frowns. “What?”

You pause for a moment before you shake your head again. “Nothing. This is just…”

“Weird?” 

You nod with a slight laugh. “Yeah. To say the least.”

“If it makes you feel better, you’re not the first person to come back to life,” Percy says. “Uh, a girl named Thalia used to be a tree before she was turned back into a human.”

You frown. “Wow.”

“We can get to all of that some other day,” Chiron thankfully interrupts. “Percy, will you take her back to your cabin?”

“You’re sure we won’t get eaten by the harpies?” Percy asks. “Aello is out for my blood.”

“I promise,” Chiron says. He glances at you, your frown noticeably deeper, and he looks back at Percy. “Perhaps we should, ah, hold off on this sort of discussion. Until tomorrow, at least.”

“Of course,” Percy says. “Sorry. You must be exhausted.” 

“A little,” you admit. “Apparently coming back to life takes it out of you.” 

“Come back here first thing in the morning,” Chiron says. “We have… quite a bit to talk about.” 

“That’s an understatement,” you murmur. 

Percy smiles a bit, and he gestures with his head for you to follow him. You do, and Chiron goes back into his office. He nabs a bag of ambrosia squares from an empty bedside as the two of you go through the infirmary just to be safe, and when he glances back at you he sees you frowning. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Does anything hurt?” 

“You’re a Yankees fan?” you say instead. 

Percy blinks, then he realizes you’re looking at his shirt. “Uh— yeah.” He chuckles. “I’m from New York, and my mom loves them, so…” he tugs at his shirt. “I know you like the Red Sox. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say. “We can’t all be perfect.” 

Percy can’t help but smile. You died and came back to life, and you remember nothing but your name and your love for the Boston Red Sox. 

“That means you keep up with baseball, right?” 

“When I can,” he says. “We don’t really have technology out here.” 

“Have the Red Sox won a world series since I’ve been gone?” 

“They won last year, actually.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly grin. “Really?”

He nods. “They beat the Cardinals.”

“That— that’s huge!” you exclaim. “Oh my god, they broke the curse and I didn’t get to see it? This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“You know you died, right?”

“And look how well that worked out for me.” You shake your head. “I need to go to the library or something and find some footage.”

“As much as I would love to do that,” Percy says, “we have a few other things we have to focus on.”

You huff and shake your head. “Fine. But as soon as we figure all this out, I’m figuring out some way to see those games.” 

Percy chuckles. “I don’t think anyone’ll deny you that.” 

“Good.” 

Silence settles over the two of you as you walk back to the Poseidon cabin, and Percy just feels awkward. 

He always thought about what he would say to you if he finally got to see you again, and now you’re alive somehow and right next to him and he has no idea what to do. 

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Percy finally decides on. “Chiron said you just washed up on shore.” 

“I feel surprisingly okay,” you say. “All I remember is waking up at the bottom of the lake. I thought I was going to drown, so I kicked my way up, and then got to shore.” You shake your head. “Somehow, I didn’t drown. My clothes weren’t even wet. I’ve got to be the luckiest person out there.” 

“You’re a child of Poseidon,” he says. “We can breathe underwater so we can’t drown, and our clothes don’t get wet unless we want them to.” 

“Like I said,” you incline your head, “luckiest person out there.” 

“I just don’t get why you’re back,” Percy says. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you are. I just don’t understand how, or why— or why now.” 

You open your mouth to say something, but you’re not able to get any words out before a yawn interrupts it. 

“Maybe that’s a tomorrow problem,” you say. 

“I think you’re right,” Percy says. He opens the door to the camp store and you follow him inside, but you frown. 

“What is this?” 

“The camp store,” he says. “You don’t really have anything, so I wanted to get you some things.” 

You just stare as he starts taking things. “You’re just… stealing?” 

“Just a couple toiletries and some clothing,” he says. “They won’t miss it.” He stashes it all in a Camp Halfblood tote bag and holds it out to you, and though you’re a bit hesitant, you still take it. 

“Thanks,” you say. “We won’t get in trouble?” 

“I think everyone will cut you some slack for a while,” Percy says. “A guy did this for me my first day and it helps—makes you feel more at home.” 

You hum, and this time you open the door for Percy. “Nice guy.” 

Percy swallows the sudden lump in his throat, trying to ignore the chill that trickles down his spine as he realizes the implications of his words. 

“Yeah,” Percy mutters. “He was.” 

Eventually, the two of you get back to the Poseidon cabin. He opens the door for you and you slowly walk inside. 

Again, it’s strange that you’re here. It’s like if a piece of his history textbook suddenly came to life and started walking around—he’s heard so much about you, imagined what he thought would be an impossible meeting so many times, but now that it’s actually happening he doesn’t know what to do. 

And it hits even more as you walk over to a picture of yourself hanging on the wall, surrounded by a myriad of others. 

It’s one of many of you and Luke, him holding you close with an arm slung around your shoulder as you beam at the camera with the brightest smile imaginable. Before Luke got his scar, before you died, before he went off the deep end. 

“I put a couple of your pictures up,” Percy rushes to explain, his throat feeling scratchy, “and a few of your old things. As— as a way to remember you.”

“I love it,” you say, and the tension dissolves in his shoulders when he sees your smile. It really is so much brighter in person. “I— I can’t believe I don’t remember any of this.”

“We’ll figure out a way to get it back,” Percy says. “I promise.” 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say idly as you continue to take all the pictures in. He can’t imagine what it must feel like to see all these memories of a past life you have no recollection of. 

“I don’t,” he says. “We’re gonna figure it out.”

You’re silent for a while as you keep looking at them. Then you take one of the pictures off the wall, the one of you and Luke at a baseball game. 

“Luke,” you murmur, as if you don’t realize you’re saying it out loud. You blink, then you turn to Percy. “His name is Luke, isn’t it?”

He nods, almost in disbelief. You don’t remember a damn thing about your old life but you know Luke’s name.

How is Percy supposed to tell you what he did? 

You laugh softly as you trail your nail over the edge. “We must’ve been pretty close if I got him to go to a Red Sox game.” You look over at Percy. “Does he go here too?”

After a moment, Percy shakes his head. “He— uh, he used to.”

“Makes sense,” you murmur, and you put the picture back on the wall. “I got the easy way out. Everyone else had to deal with the fallout.”

Percy frowns. “You were killed by a monster. I don’t think anyone considers that the easy way out.” 

“It kinda was,” you say with a shrug. “I— I don’t remember much about it, but Chiron said I was in Elysium. There aren’t any monsters down there, and there certainly aren’t any responsibilities.”

“Well,” Percy sits down on his bed, “I’m glad you’re here. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined meeting you.” 

You chuckle. “I didn’t know I was so popular.” 

“I’m serious,” he says. “Poseidon is one of the Big Three, and they made an oath not to have kids. I was the only Big Three kid in general when I got to camp—when I found out about you, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to have a sister to talk about all of this with.” 

Your eyes soften, and you lean against his bed frame. “I’m sorry.” 

“What are you sorry about?” 

“I— I don’t know,” you say with a slight laugh. “I just feel bad that I couldn’t be there for you.” 

“You’re already doing a pretty good job at being a big sister,” Percy says wryly. 

“Thanks,” you say. “You’re doing a pretty good job at being a younger brother.” 

Percy laughs and smiles, and you smile too. He’s beginning to understand what Luke always said, about your presence embodying warmth. He’s only been around you for a few minutes and he already feels better. 

“I’ve never had a brother before this,” you say. “So there might be a couple speed bumps.” 

“We’ll get through them together,” Percy says. “Besides, I�� I kind of always considered you my sister. Ever since I found out about you, even though you were…” 

“Dead?” you guess, and he winces. You chuckle a bit. “It’s still weird for me, too. Can’t imagine what it must be like for all of you.” 

“Weird,” he says without really thinking. “Really weird. But I’m thankful that you’re back.” 

You smile. “So am I, Percy.” 

You let out another yawn, and you sit down on the bed across from him. “God, what time is it?” 

Percy glances at the clock in the corner. “3:34.” 

You whistle. “I really chose a great time to come back, huh?” 

He chuckles, and he kicks off his shoes as gets up to turn the lights off. “I think some sleep would do us both some good.” 

You nod and do the same. As you lay back, one hand behind your head, you continue to look around the cabin. 

“Are these your band posters?” 

He shakes his head as he sits back down. “They’re yours, actually, but you’ve got good taste. I love Pearl Jam.” 

“I used to have good taste, you mean,” you say wryly. 

“Hey,” he says. “I meant what I told you. We’re gonna get your memories back.” 

“How are you so sure?” 

“I’ve done a lot of impossible things,” Percy says. “And so have you, from what I’ve heard. It’s kind of the Poseidon kid way, honestly.” 

“You’ll have to teach me some things, then.” 

“And when you get your memory back, you’ll have to do the same,” he says. 

You smile and nod. “Deal.” 

Percy smiles too, and he lays down. “You really should try and get some sleep. Chiron wasn’t joking when he said we have a lot to talk about.” He huffs a slight laugh. “Whatever the reason is for you coming back, I guarantee there’s gonna be some people upstairs that are mad about it.” 

Your eyebrows rise. “Upstairs?” 

“Olympus,” he says. “The gods don’t really like things happening out of their control.” 

You hum, and for a moment there’s nothing but silence and the sound of both your breathing. It’s a little strange having someone else here other than Tyson, but he’s thankful for it. 

“What’s gonna happen to me?” you ask. There’s an edge of fear in your voice, and Percy frowns. 

“Nothing.” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“Nothing is going to happen,” he repeats. “I’m not going to let anything happen. The gods have already messed with your life enough—they don’t get to do it again.” 

Percy half-expects to hear the sound of thunder echoing across camp, but the silence continues. Maybe Zeus isn’t listening in on him for once, or maybe he just expects the disrespect at this point. 

“I really am the luckiest person,” you say. “I’ve got someone like you looking out for me.” 

“You were looking out for me when you were gone,” he says. “You might not remember, but I could feel it. So I’m just repaying the favor.” 

Again, silence. It’s temporarily interrupted by the sound of sheets shifting, then you speak. 

“I’m really glad I got to meet you, Percy,” you murmur. 

He can’t help but smile, and he tries to ignore the tears beginning to spring in his eyes. He has no idea why you’re back—no idea what this could mean. Maybe your dad did bring you back, maybe it’s a bizarre case like Thalia, maybe you play a part in something that they don’t even know about yet and it's nothing but bad news.

But for once in his life, Percy’s not going to question it. 

You’re alive and you’re here. 

For now, that’s all he needs. 

“Me too,” he whispers.

[yoonmetogether]

A Kim Namjoon Oneshot

pairing: idol!namjoon x gn!reader genre: hurt/comfort, established relationship summary: tale as old as time, you’ve been rejected again. will things ever change? but namjoon proves that he’s not going anywhere, and you’re as important to him as the sunrise is to the morning. rating: 18+ only minors dni!!! warnings/tags: reader is sad and insecure, self-deprecating language, hopelessness, small argument, panic attack, crying, mentions of sex, namjoon tells it how it is as a very loving partner, he’s also pretty cheesy wc: 3k LMAOOOOO as always this got out of hand it's really 6.8k note: thanks a million to my lovely @moochii-daisies for beta reading this and giving exquisite feedback that i constantly go back to and cry over!! and also shoutout to my beauty @glossdebut for also betaing and helping me with the group chat at the end <3333 thank you queens!! 🫶🫶🫶 love yall so much

Your mind is blank as you drive through the night, windshield wipers on high because of the pouring down rain. Your heart is racing, but your body is still. Everything you feel is just… numb. You’re becoming too used to rejection, to not being wanted.

To not being as good as everyone else. To people saying you have what it takes, but inevitably losing interest and passing you up for someone better.

It feels like just a matter of time before Namjoon comes to his senses and does the same.

He hasn’t stopped calling you. But you can't answer - you dread what he’ll have to say.

Because you left that rejection letter on the counter before you ran out, so he definitely saw it when he got home. You should’ve torn it up and thrown it in the trash. Burned it.

He’ll probably be so frustrated after yet another let down from you. You hate disappointing the love of your life. It’s almost enough spiralled reasoning to make you not want to go home at all, but it wouldn’t be fair to him.

When you pull up to a red light, you go to open up your phone only to find it dead. Great. Now Namjoon will be disappointed and worried.

The rain has made it fucking cold out in the middle of spring, and you have half a mind to yell at your boyfriend when you see him standing in front of your house with an umbrella. Yep, definitely worried.

Just as you finish parking, Namjoon jogs into the street, reaching out for the handle so you can step out and be under the umbrella. But he’s already looking at you with concern that you can’t face so you walk past him and into the rain, uncaring that it ruins your hair and clothes as you make a beeline for the house.

“Um, hello?” he calls after you, sounding offended.

“Hi!” you throw over your shoulder in a tone unnatural for you.

Thankfully, Namjoon waits until you’ve both made it inside and out of the rain to confront you.

“Where the hell have you been? Do you know how many times I called? Why didn’t you pick up?” He exclaims as he shakes out the umbrella and leaves it on the porch.

“I was driving and then my phone died.”

He huffs, shutting the door. “I was about to hotwire a car and go find you.”

Eyes rolling, you shuck off your shoes and drop your bag next to the closet. “You can’t even drive, what do you know about hotwiring?”

“I’d figure it out.”

“Oh, right, Mr. IQ of 148,” you quip as Namjoon gestures for your soaked jacket. Your skin shakes as you shrug it off and you hope he doesn’t notice. Anxiety, not rain, is making you tremble. You don’t want to explain that.

“Wouldn’t the simpler solution be to, I don’t know, call one of the guys for a ride? Yoongi'd bitch at you for a while, but at least you wouldn’t be risking jail time.”

“The simpler solution would be that the partner who I love and adore picked up the first one or two times I called.”

“Yeah, I know,” you wave him off.

“Hey,” he says in a tone of richer bass, his long finger on your chin turning you to him, fret woven into every line on his face, even his dimples. “I was really worried about you, baby.”

“I just needed some time to myself.”

“Okay,” he nods, understanding. “But I didn’t hear from you all day and then I came home thinking you were here but you weren’t, and then you didn’t answer my calls so I started to think the worst.”

“I’m sorry.” You mean that. Namjoon already has so much to stress and worry about, you shouldn’t add to his plate. You don’t want to become another one of his problems. Maybe you already are.

“I’m guessing you saw the letter.”

“No?” His brows furrow in confusion. “What letter?”

You forget that Namjoon could walk by a burning building and not notice a damn thing, that big brain of his always too lost in thought or handsome nose buried in a book.

Sighing, you turn for the kitchen where you hand him the single sheet of paper that you refuse to look at.

“I didn’t make it.”  You stare at the counter as he takes it and reads it over, but your periphery catches the wrinkle in his brows and tick in his jaw.

“Fuck them,” he snaps, flinging the paper back on the counter. “It’s their loss.”

For some reason, his words not blaming you don’t make you feel better.

“Yeah, and this makes me a real winner, Joon,” you mumble, picking at the sleeve of your wet jacket. “It doesn’t matter how much I want it or how hard I work, things are just never gonna fall into place for me. I’ll never be good for anyone.”

“Hey,” he says firmly, slinking into your space with a hand on your forearm. “You are good.”

“Not good enough!”

Namjoon’s eyes widen at your loud tone and the way you pull your arm away from him. You’re not one to yell, especially not at him, but the numbness within you is starting to crack and spill.

“And you’re so successful and good at every fucking thing you do - what if I can’t ever amount to that?”

You know you shouldn’t make him a part of this, but you can’t help it. This insecurity has been building with each rejection you receive, making it impossible to not compare yourself to him.

His concern turns into confusion mixed with something else, and he steps closer, holding up a finger but not pointing it at you.

"First of all, I am not good at every fucking thing I do - you're thinking about Jeongguk." Your eye roll doesn't stop him from pressing on and lifting another finger.

“Second of all, who drove home and who took the bus? And third of all," he emphasizes, adding one more finger. "What we’re not about to do is create our worth out of our accomplishments or lack thereof and then compare it to our value in this relationship.”

He’s right. He’s so right and so insightful and you should acknowledge that. But the insecurities prevail. You sink into yourself, making you as small as you feel.

“I’m not good enough for them, so how am I any good for you?” His eyes narrow, lips pressing as he stares at you pensively.

“I don’t like where your head is at, baby. You’re projecting.”

He’s always so gentle when he calls you out. Since you started dating, you’ve struggled with feeling less than because you’re in a relationship with an idol, but Namjoon reminds you that it’s only a narrative you've created since he’s never personally given you a reason to feel that way and he never will. But you still have so many doubts.

“I’m just scared that one day you’ll lose interest because I can’t do things right.”

His mouth opens and closes, and you realize that you’ve made this man who’s always articulate and always knows what to say speechless.

How many more things can you ruin?

Before he can figure out even a single word in response, you twist around, turning your back on him to quickly shuffle up the stairs and into your bedroom, slamming the door shut.

You press your back against it, sliding down to the floor, chest caving in and heart trying to thud its way out of it, choking you in the process.

Everything that you’ve been locking away, pushing down and hiding flees to the forefront of your previously blank mind and attacks.

Not good. Not enough. You’ll always fail. You’ll always be a let down. A disappointment. A fuck up.

The list goes on and on and you can’t stop it, like a train on an endless track that won’t run out of steam.

Three soft knocks on the door plunge into the thoughts that you’re drowning in, guiding you to the surface.

“Baby, let me in,” he urges, deep voice traveling right through the door and washing down over your aching head. “Let me be there for you. Please. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You want to sink, you want to go back down to the bottom and never come up again, but he’s right here with his hand held out ready to pull you into respite, sheltering you in his embrace.

If you sink, if you push him away now, if you lose him -

Your hand is on the knob before you can consider any consequences of that. On your knees, you open the door, and the sight of Namjoon’s face, wrought with alarm, level with yours on the other side because he’s waiting there for you on his knees. And you burst into tears, spluttering out an apology as you curl into yourself and he carefully opens the door enough to crawl towards you, hands splayed in invitation for you to sink into him instead.

“Baby, it’s okay,” he whispers, strong arms wrapping around you.

“I’m sorry I’m such a failure,” you sob into his neck.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re not a failure.” Namjoon never lies, you know this, but the relentless gremlins in your mind try to convince you otherwise. It’ll hurt him if you try to counter his words, so you just cry. And he lets you, cloaking you in a remedying hug with your fingers ensnared in his shirt, tears creating dark patches in the soft fabric.

You cry until you’re exhausted, until your mouth is dry, throat sore, stomach aching. As you start to calm down because there aren’t any tears left, Namjoon stays still against the door frame, comforting you with gentle, slow rubs of your back, keeping you close to him while you sniffle.

“If you want to use my shirt as a tissue, I won’t say anything.”

The laugh that elicits is wet and choked, but it takes some pressure off of your chest. “Ew, gross.”

“We’ve done grosser things.” Sweater paw under your nose, you weakly push at his chest and he just wiggles his eyebrows, grins his dimpled grin and kisses your temple.

“D’you want some water?” he asks, lips still pressed to your skin. You nod, warmth from the effects of his care radiating through your anxiety.

After he guides you both to stand, he heads back downstairs to the kitchen to retrieve a glass, giving you the opportunity to collect yourself, although the gremlins still torture the recesses of your mind. When he returns and hands over the water, he wipes off droplets that reside on your lips once you finish drinking. You can see in his eyes that he wants nothing more than to pick apart your mindset, but he won’t until you open up the floor.

Your partner waits quietly on the bed while you undress and trudge into the bathroom to shower. He’s still there on the edge when you emerge, head raising from his phone at the sound of your footsteps padding on the carpet, a smile resonating on his face that doesn’t expect one in return.

“I ordered food,” he announces as you cross the room for the dresser. “From that restaurant across town? Y’know the one where-”

“-we met after you burned your fingers on the hotpot grill like you didn’t have a whole set of tongs? Yeah, I know the one.”

You haven’t been there in a long time, but it was where you and Namjoon began.

Back when you worked as a server scrambling to pay tuition debts, before the band came to be the phenomenon they are now, Namjoon and the guys came into the restaurant after late night rehearsals and studio sessions. You waited on them in fleeting moments, but never got the chance to exchange more than a few words until Yoongi made the drunken mistake of handing Namjoon the tongs to turn the meat and he just used his fingers instead. 

It wasn’t too bad, but the burn couldn’t wait until he got home to be treated, so you brought him into the back to run his hand under cool water and he took the awkward silence to introduce himself. He stumbled over his words and it was clumsy and cute and he made you laugh while you held his wrist and wrapped a wet wad of paper towels around his fingers.

After that, he started coming by on his own. Late at night for dinner, a drink or two, to just sit at the bar and strike up conversation whenever you had a minute to stand still or do side work. You quickly learned that Namjoon is extremely intelligent, sometimes beyond your understanding, and he often ranted and went off on tangents on books he was reading, topics he was curious about, music he was working on, but never in a way that made you feel lost in the conversation. He got so amped up that you found yourself getting interested in what he was interested in. You would go home or to a bookstore and do your own research that you’d bring back and share with him at your next shift. He always seemed touched in a way and eventually got excited just to see you.

And when you talked, this man listened, intently, to every word. Leaning forward, arms crossed on the counter, eyes locked on you with the occasional nod and smile to show you he was present. He also chimed in to share his thoughts or narratives he related to, but never in a way that took the focus off of you, smiled whenever you got excited talking about your goals and things that made you get out of bed in the morning, and not once did he interrupt you. The way he spoke and carried himself, the way he paid attention to you and made it so simple and natural to have a stimulating conversation… It was hard not to fall for him.

But he was on the road to becoming an idol, and you were a few years late in getting your bachelor’s degree. You liked him and you were pretty sure the feeling was mutual, but… Were you really compatible? You might’ve been putting him on a pedestal because of the sheer talent and brilliance he had in just a single pinkie, but you felt you were just lacking in a lot of places and you could never measure up to him.

So you kept your feelings to yourself, but it was impossible to keep them from growing or stay away from him. 

There were some nights where he just sat in a booth tucked away in the corner, hardly touching his food, just staring at blank pages of his journal with a deep set frown. You tried asking him what was wrong but all he could say was that their recent album drop wasn’t getting the kind of reception he’d hoped for. You could tell there was more to it than that but you didn’t want to press him.

So after your shift, you listened to the entire album and spent hours writing your reactions and feelings and personal connections to each song, and tucked the folded pages under his bowl the next night. You went back to work, nervously glancing at him reading through your notes and debating if you should leave him alone or check to see what he thought. But by the time you had a moment to spare after the rush, his table was vacant and clear, except for a napkin that read in his recognizable scrawl, “Thank you” with an etching of a tiny smiling koala.

Soon he was back to his old, chipper self and during a late shift in the rainy spring, he sat in that same booth, attention buried in a journal as he scribbled away at lyrics, and you let him be until it was time to close up. When you came over to gently inform him that it was late, he jerked, head snapping up like you just withdrew him from another world. After checking the time on his watch, he apologized, scrambling to pack up his things only to forget to zip his bag closed so everything flew out and scattered onto the floor. He stuttered out more clumsy apologies to which you just shook your head and squatted down to help gather his things. You tried to keep your nosiness to a minimum, but it was hard when all of his prose brought to life by his pretty handwriting beckoned you on every page.

“You can read it. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” you declined, holding out the pages. “I know how private you are about your music.”

He blinked at you with a soft smile. “I trust you.”

And for the next couple of hours, you sat across from him in the booth, marveling over the passionate rhetoric he wove into every articulate and carefully chosen lyric that spun beautiful messages and stories, you couldn’t fathom how phenomenal it would sound put to genius melodies and beats.

“Wow, you’re-” you paused. It’s hard to find a single word to describe him. “A virtuoso. Truly.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, a gentle smile on his face that brought forth his dimples.

“No, thank you for sharing all this with me,” you emphasized, stacking all of his papers and sliding them back to him.

He nodded, tucking the pile in his bag. A tranquil silence settled between you, clearly there was more you wanted to say to each other but neither of you could find the nerve.

The dark street outside suddenly flashed under a bright strike of lightning, and the windows shook from the consequential rumble of thunder. Rain collapsed from the sky and you watched Namjoon stare at the torrential downpour with a frown.

You checked your phone. “Oh, shit! I didn’t realize how late it was. I’m sorry I kept you here so long.”

“You didn’t,” he shook his head. “I enjoyed… this. Talking with you about my music."

“Me too. I just have to finish locking up.”

He smiled. “I’ll wait for you.”

Blushing, you thanked him and slid out of the booth to quickly turn off the lights, grab your things and head back towards Namjoon where he was standing by the door, hoodie pulled over his bag.

Outside under the awning you asked, “Where’s your car?”

Sheepish look on his face, he lifted his arm and you followed the direction he was pointing in, squinting through the blur of the rain to a signpost and the bike leaning against it, a lock securing it there. So that’s why he didn’t look too fond of the rain.

“I don’t have a license.”

“Oh. Well, since it’s raining, I could give you a ride home, if you want.”

“I can’t just leave it here.”

“We can stick it next to the walk-in. I’ll let my boss know and you can just come get it tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

Nodding, you gestured for him to jog alongside him to his bike, and as the rain soaked through your clothes, he fumbled for his keys to unlock it. After sticking it in the back and locking up, you both ran back to your beatdown car, his hand hovering above your head like a makeshift umbrella.

“I appreciate you giving me a ride,” he murmured once you both slid into your beat down car.

“Of course,” you smiled, fiddling with the controls to adjust the temperature.

“I can give you gas money.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re on my way home,” you lied. (The first time Namjoon came over, in the midst of tearing each other’s clothes off, he mumbled against your lips, “I just thought about it. My dorm is in the opposite direction of where you live.” You got shy and hid your face in his neck. “I just wanted to drive you home, Joon.” He proceeded to kiss his adoration and appreciation all over you, tangled under your sheets where he fucked you until the birds started chirping under the wakening sky.)

When you dropped him off, he lingered in the car for a bit, long fingers tapping on the handle, like he was thinking of reasons not to leave and you were sitting there hoping he wouldn’t find one.

But then he got the inevitable texts from his managers and bandmates asking for his whereabouts, so he had no choice but thank you again for the ride and bid you goodnight, requesting that you message him when you got home.

“I’d be happy to,” you replied, pulse skyrocketing. “But I’m missing something.”

“What?”

“Your number?”

“Oh!” He laughed at himself as he smacked his pockets for his phone, and you chuckled nervously when he passed it over and created your contact.

You were vibrating at the thought of being able to text him whenever you wanted, instead of waiting until your next shift to tell him all of the things you read, saw, and heard that reminded you of him.

He had his phone with your number in it, but still lingered.

“I think I’m missing something too,” he said with rapid taps on his knee.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

After taking a few shallow breaths, he glanced at you and whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

Biting your lip to hide your giddy smile, you nodded and leaned over the console where he met you halfway in a moment that you wish could’ve been frozen in time.

You’ve heard the cliche that fireworks go off when you kiss that one person, but when you kissed Namjoon - everything was finally at peace. The epitome of “no thoughts, head empty” as his plush lips molded with yours while the rain drummed on your car, but in the way that his hands on your cheeks holding you in place gave you all the answers of the universe.

You wanted to climb into his lap and kiss him until the storm passed but his phone kept buzzing in his lap.

“You should go,” you mumbled, lips still attached. “Before they send out a search and rescue team.”

He kissed you again before pulling back, disappointed. “I’ll text you.”

“Okay.”

You fell asleep that night to the image of his blinding dimpled smile and the lasting taste of his kiss.

For weeks after that, he texted you throughout the day - pictures of the sky on his morning bikes to work, fresh blossoms on trees, snippets of text from books he read in his spare time, and the occasional selfie that you secretly saved along with everything else.

He still came to the restaurant during his usual time in the late evenings, but he sometimes snuck in from the alleyway to steal messy kisses and hugs that knocked the wind out of you, leaving you with a stupid smile on your face that lasted even through the busiest of rushes.

It became less easy to forget the separate worlds you both came from, when Namjoon sat in that booth and snuck glances and smiles at you to escape from his budding idolhood, to feel some reprieve from the stresses of album drops and industry critics and interviews and music video shoots and the responsibilities of leading a band through the hurdles of success because he told you all about it.

And you listened over bowls of hotpot (meat that you grilled) and banchan, silently worrying if he took on more than he could handle. Because you’d been in that position many times and knew how easy it was to fall apart under all the pressure, to a point where it was a painful struggle to get back up. But this was Namjoon - strong and passionate and willing to take charge of things so his bandmates didn’t have to shoulder the stress, something you deeply admired him for.

Whenever you gave him encouraging words, he peered at you with serenity in his eyes and an equally calm smile, always thanking you and seeming like he had more to say but never did.

That was until one night when he raced in, past your boss who had long given up yelling at him ‘no customers in the back’, to where you were putting away dishes. You wiped your hands on your apron and turned to him, taking in his state - absolutely disheveled, out of breath, shirt on backwards and inside out. Just as you began to ask “Why run when you can bike?” he blurted “Will you date me?”

Stilling completely, your heart started running faster than he probably just was. “You rushed in here to ask me out?”

“I’m late to rehearsal, and I might not get to see you in the next couple of weeks.”

“You could’ve called me,” you suggested even though your knees were about to give out. “Or waited until next time.”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t wait anymore. And this wouldn’t feel right if not done in person.”

Peering out of the kitchen to make sure your boss was busy on the floor, you took Namjoon’s hand and led him out into the alley where you shared your first kiss as a couple under the flickering security lamp with moths dancing all around it.

“This whole time I’ve been wanting to ask you out but I’ve just been scared and you-” he huffed nervously. “You make me so nervous.”

This man who stood and danced in front of crowds performing songs he had a part in creating got nervous around you? When all you did was barely make it through your classes and drag your tired ass to work every night.

“I make you nervous? Dude, I get heart palpitations whenever you come around.”

“Same!” You both laughed and kissed again, and he backed you into the brick wall with your arms wrapped around his neck.

He kissed you for what felt like hours until that inevitable buzzing returned, making you both internally sigh.

“Hobi’s gonna fight me in the parking lot if I show up late again.”

“Yeah, my boss might come out here and chase you off with a broom if I don’t get back in there soon.”

He chuckled breathlessly, leaning in to kiss you a few more times, and then rested his forehead on yours, whispering “I don’t want to go.”

“Hurry up before the guys start placing bets on Hobi.”

“Hey!”

Grinning, you tipped up to kiss him goodbye. “I’ll wager some of my minimum wage check on you.”

“No,” he huffed, shoulders heaving dramatically. “I can’t let you lose money.”

Kissing you once more, he turned, fingers still tangled in yours, and it was only then that you realized he wasn’t just holding your hand and kissing you in the alley as Namjoon, but as your Namjoon, your boyfriend(?), because he asked you to make things official and you said yes and he looked happy and it made you happy and that’s all you want but who knows if this’ll last because you’re both going in different directions and he’s making himself known on music charts while you’re barely scraping by and-

Your shaking hand refusing to let go of him forced him to turn back around, beautiful smile faltering when he detected the turmoil swimming on your face. “Wait, you okay?”

You swallowed with an uneasy smile. “You should get going.”

“They'll get over it,” he said, stepping in front of you again and taking both your hands. “Tell me.”

“Are you sure? About this?” You whispered unsteadily, anxiety speaking for you. His eyebrows scrunched. “I’m just a server. And you’re gonna be a huge star.”

“Hey, you’re not just a server. Big things are gonna happen for you too.”

Doubt is an ugly, fickle thing. But then he said this, one hand over his heart:

“I see a dream in you. I see my dream in you.”

And that’s when you knew - you love Kim Namjoon. He indirectly told you the same in messages he sent after he finally got to work.

Just so you know, I owe you credit for a lot of songs I’ve been writing lately received from ‘🐨❣️’

Oh, really? Do I get any royalties? sent to ‘🐨❣️’

You could received from ‘🐨❣️’

I’m kidding, I don’t want your hard earned money sent to ‘🐨❣️’

I’ll just take you out on really nice dates received from ‘🐨❣️’

That sounds fair sent to ‘🐨❣️’

Two hours later, he sent you a picture of a dark parking lot with the caption “wish me luck” and you laughed throughout your entire break.

The rest was history.

Namjoon soared just like you predicted, and you stayed on the ground, waiting for him, loving him through all the ups and downs of fame and fortune. You wouldn’t change that for the world, but it’s hard not to feel stagnant, like you’re in a still pond with not a breath of wind around to propel you anywhere other than the dormant, muddy leaf that hasn’t made a ripple in ages.

When you graduated, he was on tour, but luckily your school live-streamed the event, so you received a shaky video of a laptop displaying you walking across the stage and accepting your diploma with seven voices whooping and cheering you on, Namjoon being the loudest.

You still have that clip saved in your camera roll, but sometimes you wish he could’ve been there in person. Don’t dwell on what you can’t change. But you did dwell on the things that prevented you from navigating your relationship as a “normal” couple.

Like when his company makes you sign a new NDA every couple of years. Or when Namjoon puts stickers over your face whenever he posts pictures of the two of you on his Instagram. You’re aware that it's to protect your privacy, but maybe if you were somebody, he wouldn’t have to hide you as much.

Would you ever do anything to achieve his kind of acclaim? You could dream all you wanted, but hard work and dedication doesn’t always mean the dream is right for you.

This million and oneth rejection is just the final straw to firmly convince you that that is the ultimate truth.

“You’re thinking real loud over there,” his amber timbre ruptures your warp back in time, snapping you to the present, still standing in front of the dresser.

You refuse to look over to acknowledge that he spoke, so you don’t risk catching a glimpse of your reflection in the vanity mirror. You probably look so dreary. Scrubbing at your face with exfoliant and moisturizer did nothing to get rid of the dullness.

“I’m listening if you want to share.”

That numb throb is taking root again, sealing shut your ability to talk, so you just shrug and expect him to drop it. As you change into pajamas, the bed creaks and his feet shuffle on the carpet, and your heart shrinks when you predict he’s going to leave you alone but instead he traipses over to stand behind you, hands on your shoulders, head ducked next to your ear, and quietly murmurs your name.

“Can I touch you?”

When you slowly nod, he gently folds his hands over your shoulders, and you nearly collapse under his warm, grounding touch.

“What do you think I see when I see you?”

Your frown deepens. “You won’t like my answer.”

Soft huff bristling your ear, his hands slowly rub up and down your arms.

“I’ll tell you one thing -“ he kisses the crook of your neck. “It’s not that rejection. Or any of those flaws you think you have.”

Your eyes close with the threat of tears when his fingers wrap around your wrists and move your arms so that you hug yourself, his strong biceps solidifying it.

“I just see the person who’s my pride and my desire no matter what. Someone I’m damn lucky to love.”

Your heart bursts but it’s so weighed down by self-made fallacies that it sinks instead of soars.

“But I’m a nobody compared to you.”

“Hey, don’t say that shit!” he exclaims, turning you to face him. “Why do you think that about yourself? ”

You gesture between you, pain in the movement and under your skin. “Because look at all that you’ve done and the little I’ve done and-”

“Stop.” He holds a hand in the air, tick in his jaw. “Stop comparing yourself to me and anyone else. I don’t see you or value you based on what you’ve accomplished. Win or lose, I love you. That will never change.” 

HIs shoulders deflate when your expression doesn’t change. “After all these years, you still don’t believe that?”

Disappointing, you’re disappointing him again. “Baby, all the times you’ve stuck by me, you think I won’t do the same for you? You were there when people mocked us, criticized us and our music, my music. All the times we talked about disbanding, about giving up and going our separate ways, you promised to stay right there with me. All the times I felt like a failure, like I didn’t deserve all of the grace you and the fans gave me, you made sure I believed I did.”

Warm palm slipping under your hand, he looks down at the promise ring he gifted you for your 5th anniversary that matches the one he wears on his index finger, but has the habit of switching it to his ring finger, where you wear yours.

“You know how I feel about making music for a living and being an idol, that it means the world to me, but there are so many moments I spend wishing I could go back to the time before all the fame where we could kiss in that alley and not risk getting caught. What I’ve built my life up to be has put limits on how I can express my affection for you. I would give anything to show you off everywhere I go and hold your hand in public without exposing you to repercussions but it’s made me feel safe to keep our love preserved just between us.”

His dimples poke out at the corner of his frown and the clench in his jaw, knit between his brows, and erratic blinking give way that he’s been holding something back and now he’s going to let it show.

“I’ve been terrified that one day you’ll get fed up with me having to be away a lot, missing anniversaries and birthdays because I’m on tour and all I can do is video chat. That’s why I bombard you with messages about how much I miss you, why I send you selfies and pictures of the sunset, books I think we should read, poems and music that make me think of you, so you know that you’re always on my mind and you don’t forget how much I love you.”

You see the fear swelling in his eyes - fear that you’ve somehow missed or he hid too well and now you worry just how much pain you’ve been keeping from each other because the insecurities don’t feel worthy enough to share.

Your resolve cracks. Have you been blind this whole time to his doubts, his insecurities, too caught up in your own to realize that he worries that he might not be enough for you?

“No,” you assert, flinging your arms around his neck, pulling him against you as tears teeter over your waterline. “I could never forget that. Ever.”

“I couldn’t stop loving you even if I tried,” he murmurs, large hands splaying over your spine to press you closer.

“Me either,” you whisper, more tears staining his shirt. Both of you start to softly sniffle against each other, so he pulls back, thumbs away your wobbling frown and before you can completely lose it at the sight of tears in his eyes, he leads you to the bed, sitting you down and enveloping you in a solid hug.

Burying your face in his chest, you feel the full extent of his deep sigh and the vibrations of his resonant voice as he speaks his sage words.

“It sucks that you didn’t get to reap the rewards for something you worked so hard for, but isn’t that an accomplishment in itself? That you keep trying and making a genuine effort? You’re always so determined and I know someone will see it, because I see it. Your friends, the boys, we all see it. And one day, you’ll see it too.”

“What if I’m shit at what I do?”

His nostrils flare as he exhales. “Sweetheart, if I thought you were shit, I’d tell you.”

You splutter a laugh. “I mean, in a better way because I love you, but I wouldn’t be so proud and encouraging of everything you work towards and dream about if I thought you sucked. I don’t encourage delulus.”

“Delulus?”

“Because my love for you is built on the foundation of honesty and trust and loyalty and lust and-“

“Way to throw that in there.”

He takes your hands and folds them against his chest, trapping you under the honey in his eyes that will always make you melt. 

“You’re my person, you’re my desire, you’re my pride,” he sings off key.

“And-” his eyes flash as he takes a deep breath through a wide, dimpled smile. “You make I to an O-“

“Joon!” You squeal, lunging to playfully cover his mouth and keep him from performing another cheesy rendition of the song he wrote about you. 

“I to an O!” And then he raps and sings the rest of the verses, closing his eyes as he focuses while holding your wrists to keep your hands away from his face.

He doesn’t stop even as you move against him so he walks backwards and falls down on the bed, using your fist as a microphone as you lay across him, failing to stop his one man show. You suppose it’s okay when you fail at some things.

Resting your head on his chest as he continues this private performance, warmth from his affection and proof of his love for you clears away the cobwebs of all of your doubt that he could ever give up on you. You smile at his heartbeat thudding beneath your ear. And just like the first time you kissed him, you feel at peace.

“That was good, right?” he asks breathlessly after you applaud his finish.

“10 out of 10!” Laughing at your enthusiasm, he dips down to kiss your forehead and then dramatically collapses on the mattress, claiming he needs a nap.

“You’re my pride and desire too, Joon,” you murmur after a few moments of silence, tracing shapes over his sturdy chest. He tugs you further up until you’re breathing into his neck, sending shivers across your skin with light trails of his fingers up and down your back.

“I’m sorry I convinced myself that you wouldn’t stay with me no matter what. I’m going to work on not projecting how I feel onto you.”

His fingers creep between yours, linking them together. “I’ll be there to support you in any way you need me too.”

“And I’m sorry I made you worry tonight."

He hums. “I get that you need your space, but just text me or something next time. I would like to know that you plan on coming back home.”

You lift your head, eyes pouring into his filling with promise.

“I’ll always come back to you, Joon.”

He smiles, places a finger on your jaw to tilt up your head and kiss you tenderly.

The food comes and you sit together on the living room floor, the nostalgic aroma and taste bringing you back to the first and last time you fell in love.

Later, in the group chat, you ask the boys whether they’d tell you if you sucked at what you do.

Bluntly received from 'yoongi :]'

To your face With love and respect received from 'wwhandsome 😘'

Obviously  received from 'yoongi :]'

Did someone say you sucked? Who said it! I’ll fight them received from 'jimin-ssiiii'

I’m putting on my bitch stomping boots received from 'jaykayyyy'

We ride at dawn received from 'hobi hobi'

It doesn’t matter if you’re good at something as long as you enjoy it But no, you don’t suck if someone said you do they’re lying Also who’s driving received from 'taebear'

Not Namjoon 😂😂😂 received from 'wwhandsome 😘'

There are bikes that could seat all 8 of us!!! *open attachment* received from ‘🐨❣️’

Never in a million years would I get on a contraption like that received from 'yoongi :]'

True you don't even get on a regular bike received from 'jimin-ssiiii'

🖕 received from 'yoongi :]'

Boom roasted received from 'hobi hobi'

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conclusions aren’t my strong suit so bleh and i didn't really proofread when i finished. anyway thanks for reading! i hope it didn't come off as too self-indulgent… i started writing this months ago and i debated on whether or not to post it but bringing forth this namjoon comforted me and i wanted to share it.

also aqua wrote tae's message in the chat so i wanted to make sure to give her credit!! thanks again bby <33333

(was that an office reference at the end lol whoops)

[contempenitent]

Ah, so Sin is having the same difficulties. Mauvier had hoped that commiserating with someone in the same predicament might show him a solution. Now he has two of the same problem to address.

Mauvier drops his gaze to the ground. "A young noble of such apparent wealth probably wants for little," he says. "I doubt anything of material value would be worth the hassle, to be truthful. So I have been thinking about the kinds of things that can't be bought with gold. But even then...I remain unsure."

Monetary value aside, they don't even have the luxury of being sentimental. There is simply nothing else to be known about the boy. Except perhaps...

"I did not attend the Battle of the Eagle and Lion," Mauvier says, after some thought, "but afterwards, I heard the students murmuring about Sir Menja, that he used...bread, as a weapon?"

i like to engage in the ancient and noble art of searching for 'cool bows' on Google Images and just, like, really wallow in that shit

What IS the perfect birthday gift, and do YOU have yours ready?

[mrschristensen]

Monopoly and Champagne With Stephen Glass

WARNINGS: female s/o, pet names/name calling (Stevie), implications of smut afterwards, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: Stephen gets to celebrate Valentine's with his favorite game, but he also gets to have his favorite person with him: His girlfriend.

-> note: Sorry it's a little late (and EXTREMELY short 😭), but this was a request from @mitski9328373!

WC: 148 words

"I'll let you have Boardwalk," Stephen murmurs as he takes another sip of his drink, knowing it'll satisfy his girlfriend enough for her to go at least a little bit easier on him. He never met someone who could actually beat him in Monopoly... until her.

"Thank you, Stevie," she says in a mockingly cute voice, giving him a smile that told him all he needed to know. He definitely was not spared.

"You're very welcome," he got out, responding with a tense smile of his own. Damn, was he fucked.

"Seriously, though?" he groaned, having just finished the game and ending up in second place again.

"Oops, my fingers must've slipped..." she shrugged, smirking triumphantly.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he growls, leaning over the table to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. If she didn't go easy on him, he wasn't going to either.

[blackseafoam]

VESSEL VESPER

A Star Wars Story

The rise of the empire is a difficult time to find funding for environmental research at the University of Rudrig. The Vesper Science Crew is in a unique standing to be able to conduct their research with “generous” government grants. Professor Munnin and her intern, Fern Vulez, spend their field season collecting important data on the ecological effects of a relentless galaxy-crossing war. While the small team are a good match of skills, their frequent personality conflicts put a heavy strain on morale.

CW: nothing outside of Star Wars canon-standard peril.

WC: 1297

Chapter 1: STUNNED

The relentless canyon wind flew by at a blistering pace. Frantic like a creature pursued by a predator. The gusts battering the ears of two figures standing at the southern rim. Below, the crevasse yawned out, widening to the West. What would have been a mighty river below, was reduced to a fine silver trickle bordered by mud and rock.

“Looks sticky down there.” Fern lowered his binoculars and pulled his hood tight over his ears, burning with cold. His dark eyes shifted nervously at the landscape below, trying to map a safe place to conduct their sampling. His black hair whipped across his cheekbones with ferocity.

His boss still had her eye to the scope of her rifle. The Fosh’s voluminous head of black feathers flashed green iridescence as the wind battered them. A sigh escaped her long beak. “Doesn’t look like there is a single solid place to land the ship down there.”

Fern braced himself for what that meant.

“You’ll have to climb down there, scout out a place where our setup isn’t going to sink.” Professor Munnin lowered the scope and replaced her round glasses on her beak.

Fern opened his mouth to protest.

Motti cut him off “I know I’m lighter than you and would do better on the mud, but I’m also a better shot than you and would be more useful covering you from up here.”

“With all due respect, Professor. The basin looks deserted, what do you need to cover me from?”

Motti hesitated, then raised her scope again, letting it push up her spectacles.

“Glass up degrees 148, -42.”

Fern did so, raising his binoculars once again, and took a second for his eyes to adjust to what he was supposed to be looking at. Huge short toed tracks on the far bank. Sinking FAR into the mud. Something very heavy.

He groaned, “Fine, but you owe me.”

Fern was relieved to find that the canyon walls were sandstone, extremely grippy and easy to climb down. The wind was much more tolerable now that he was between two shoulders of rock. He had always been light footed, enjoying some casual freerunning and climbing in his free time (of which he had very little of since he started working for the Professor). His flexible leather boots made his footsteps nearly silent, though the wind masked his audible presence well enough.

Motti regained visual on her intern. Switching from her scope to her naked eye every now again, studiously surveying the entire basin. She raised her comm “Made it down okay?”

“Aww, you do care!” Fern remarked sarcastically.

“Yeah, well, imagine all the paperwork I’d have to do if I sent you to your death.”

“HA. Well the climb was the easy part, this mud is VERY soft.” Fern was already knee deep in the stuff. Progress suddenly became painfully slow.

Once he had made it farther out into the open, the mud was not quite as bad. He brought out his datapad to more carefully analyze the ground density around him.

“Is it possible to set up in the water? Doesn’t look to be that deep, and there’s no mud there. Just rocks.” Fern cupped his hand around his comm as he spoke and looked up at the little dot of a figure on the rim, shielding his eyes from the sun. L

“We can try it. Do you think we could land the Vesper there?”

“Let me get closer.” Fern continued on, one mud sucking footstep at a time, until he made it to the water’s edge.

“It’s only about, I don’t know, a half meter deep here? It’s a nice flat riffle, gets a little deeper downstream.”

“It might be a tight squeeze… let me get the rangefinder. I’ll be right back.” Motti pocketed her comm and swung her rifle over her thin feathered shoulder. She hopped up on her clawed feet and trotted back toward the ship.

Fern took a moment to take in the nature around him. Mud aside, it was a nice little spot. Tall seeding grasses dotted the shoreline, short stubby trees lined a perimeter parallel to the river, following some perfect vein of suitable soil invisible to him.

Rainbow-winged insects flitted on the surface of the water, and several aquatic creatures he couldn’t make out sipped them out of the sky for a tasty treat. He kicked a bit at the water, letting the current clean his legs now caked with dry mud.

Splash, splash. The water around him changed to brown and his boots instantly looked like new. Splash splash. More splashing noises, but he had stopped moving. He raised his gaze upstream.

SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH. From behind a boulder, a dark furred shape came in to view one mammoth step at a time.

Fern froze with fear, the sheer immensity of the beast turning his whole body into fight or flight mode. Regardless if this creature was friendly or not, its imposing stature was enough to send his heart racing and hands shaking.

It didn’t seem to notice him yet, but that was no consolation. There was absolutely nowhere for Fern to go, besides downriver. Getting stuck in the mud with this thing about seemed like a sure way to get trampled.

“BZZZT…. He– –ern did you…” Fern’s heart dropped at the sound of his comm. He reached for it as quickly as he could to turn it off. “... put t– —---gefinder in the aft s—---ge compartment again?” Motti’s voice came in choppy as she was out of line of sight. Fern got the comm off and looked up. The beast’s head was high, its single horn above its nose pointed straight in the air. Beady eyes surveying, gaping nostrils flaring. No way that thing could get a scent with that backwind, but that didn’t make him any less trapped.

-

No reply on the comm. Nothing is ever put back where it belongs on this ship. Motti muttered to herself. Knowing full well that she was probably the one to misplace the rangefinder. She rounded to the exterior storage door when her comm started pinging red, emergency mode. Of course she can’t leave her intern at the bottom of a canyon for FIVE MINUTES without him getting into trouble.

-

When Motti skidded to a stop at the canyon rim she scanned for movement below. Right away she noticed the hulking furred shape standing in the water, a mudhorn. Not native to this planet, where had it come from? This was going to be a significant data point in her Intraplanetary Watershed Species Composition Matrix. Her thoughts snapped out of analysis mode when she noticed a much smaller figure facing the Mudhorn. Fern.

She raised her rifle scope to her beady golden eye. Don’t move, please don’t move fern… She begged internally.

Taking out this beast was the right thing to do, for ecology’s sake, and for saving Fern’s life of course. She leveled her crosshairs toward the beast’s cranium, internally referencing her studies on mammalian skulls to picture the exact spot where the Mudhorn’s tiny brain rested within it’s enormous head. Her scaly finger began to squeeze the trigger when the beast jolted forward, and was out of her sight.

NO! Fern was running, and the beast gave chase. The foolish human would never outrun the beast. There was only one thing Motti could do from her high perch, and she had to get it perfect. Her fingers worked quickly, setting the rifle to “stun”. She set the crosshairs now on the frantic intern, bounding his way down the shallow river, his data pad bouncing along behind him on its bungee cord. He was covering a surprising amount of ground, but still not enough to outrun a Mudhorn.

She squeezed the trigger.

Taglist: @stars-n-spice

Authors notes:

AAA I started writing this so long ago it feels great to put it out there! This is going to lead in to Ulvi and Flinch’s story soon. I have big arcs planned for each character, so there isn’t really a central main. They’re all going to be more or less equally featured. Sort of like a D&D campaign type of pacing.

Honestly I have @stars-n-spice to thank for having so much enthusiasm for my OCs when we first interacted! It absolutely led me to post this :)

Happy to put anyone on the Taglist just lmk. Cautiously optimistic that I’ll keep working on this for a long time!

Also Motti is voiced by Sigourney Weaver that’s my canon 😆

[senerist]

soren does not smirk when he is proven correct.  he doesn't laugh.  he doesn't say ‘i told you so’ or any other annoying and pithy remarks.  he just stares, and watches the student learn her lesson.

She seems obstinate still, but at least she's beginning to consider the truth.

“We just leave.  Let the workers figure this mess out for themselves,” he responds, arms folded and gaze leveled on L'Arachel.  “This is, quite literally, none of our business and very much not our problem.  If anything, it's been made abundantly clear that in no way will doing any of this get us any of the information we're supposedly searching for.”

he does not think for one second that this woman's ego will allow this sort of blow to her reputation, however.

“Alternatively,” he offers diplomatically, “We steal the oranges from the fruit stall and work this nightmare backwards.”

quests aren't real. you don't have to do them.

excavation || authority +1

[fishfooddude]

Day 1: Love Letter

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto WC: 132

Day 2: Birds

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw WC: 192

Day 3: Snowfall

Rhett Abbott WC: 148

Day 4: Dinner Date

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto WC: 219

Day 5: Mirror

Gator Tillman WC: 143

Day 6: Sky

Robert "Bob" Floyd WC: 96

Day 7: Chocolates

Marcus Brooks WC: 156

Day 8: Admirer

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace WC: 268

Day 9: Rainbow

Jake "Hangman" Seresin WC: 150

Day 10: Cards (Part 2)

Richie Jerimovich WC: 131

Day 11: Dreams

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto WC: 74

Day 12: Ring

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto WC: 181

Day 13: Mountains

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto WC: 191

Day 14: Kisses (Part 2)

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto WC: 351

[shih-coulda-had-it]

wip of the novelizing of The Uncanny X-Men issues 147-148, which features: Doctor Doom's first introduction to the new X-Men and Storm's almost-Phoenix moment. wolverine POV; pre-stormverine | rolo, but definitely on its way there

wc: 382

//

Logan’s sanity has been in question for a good decade. Optimistically speaking, it’s a work-in-progress. When he was Weapon X for the Canadian government, Heather and Mac made an effort to keep him on an even keel. More human than weapon. More reason than instinct.

He’d sensed he was hitting some kind of block by the time Xavier came to fetch him. Something that couldn’t be overcome by medicine or therapy prescribed by a bunch of doctors who pretended to understand what the hell was happening to him. 

And don’t get him wrong. Xavier pretends to understand too, but the professor’s got telepathy, and that at least gets him a better view to the struggle. It gets Logan the surety of a safety rope; painless, so he wouldn’t flinch and retaliate, and inexorable, so he couldn’t resist. The fact that the X-Men also gets him a front-row ticket to some of the worst mind-bending trips of Logan’s life is, well. 

Pessimistically speaking, Logan is losing the war to keep his goddamned mind. He’s lashing out on reflex and instinct, seeing enemies in his peripheral. 

It was bad under Scott’s leadership. It is worse now, but he won’t blame it on Ororo. 

The slide’s been building momentum. Too many slips without a save. Xavier can’t be there all the time, so Logan tries to keep rational on his own, tries to keep the bloodlust down now that there’s a genuine kid at the mansion. Kurt seems to get it; he offers out of genuine sincerity to let Logan blow off steam with their games in the woods, and more than once, Logan is sure that Kurt’s had something to do with making sure Logan bumps into Ororo once a day. 

Which, on principle, Logan resents. 

Logan is a grown-ass mutant who doesn’t need minding. Never mind the evidence that Ororo helps, just by offering a word, or a joke, or a shoulder, or a mug of coffee. If Kurt indulges Logan’s predatorial instincts, Ororo—settles them. They aren’t pressed down like they are when Xavier intervenes. They aren’t even redirected to productive, if equally destructive, purposes, which was a favorite tactic of Scott’s. 

It’s not good. He shouldn’t be thinking of Ororo like a touchstone. She’s more than her position as his team leader.

[torturedpoetskywalker]

to see and be seen

read on AO3

148 wc, Yellowjackets (TV), Callie Sadecki/Jackie Taylor and Callie Sadecki/Shauna Shipman, Femslash, Human/Ghost Relationship and Mother-Daughter Relationship, T-rating, Implied/Referenced Incest, POV Callie Sadecki, Past Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, for @adultjacketsweek

Summary: At least the ghost actually sees me.

[senerist]

“Oh, just a few i picked up as a child,” soren replies dismissively.

If the gambler wishes to play coy, then so be it.  soren thinks to show him exactly what he means, in a similar way that the behatted man had shown his hand, but for now he refrains.  After all, he hasn't even learned the other's name.

“Naturally, knowing a trick is performed is hardly as useful as knowing how it's done.  i don't spend much time with gamblers, usually, though that's hardly news considering where you've found me, isn't it?”

he could also say the games played at gambling tables are a little too easy.  soren could wipe pockets clean if he focused too intently on poker faces, and that sort of thing draws unwanted attention.  it's just easier not to run out of coin, though he does enjoy having options in his back pocket.

lionine poise

joshua & soren

[45cementry-gates]

Thoughts on our t20 wc squad :

Thank God Sanju, Jaiswal and Yuzi are in main 15.

It's mostly a very safe team... But here's a few concerns :

Bowlers. Siraj and arshdeep kitne form mein hai... We all know. And they dropped mukesh. We don't have any off spinner too.

Rishab Pant will be first priority as wk... And his t20I record is not good man.

He has played 66 t20i matches and his strike rate is 126 💀

I really hope after his recovery he has turned a new leaf and his performance will be better but... Yk.

Then Jadeja. 126 strike rate in 66 matches. And he's our finisher. 😭

Then Hardik Pandya. His performance in Ipl after he recovered from injury has been appalling. All I can do is pray he magicallly gets better and performs.

Other teams will have players like klassen, salt, Travis, etc.

We have Hardik and Jadeja.

And the guy who has a strike rate of 176 in t20I.....we have kept him reserved.

He will run around and hand over water bottles to others. 🙄

As for gill being in the reserve.... It makes perfect sense.

Jaiswal has a strike rate of 161 and gill has 148. Obviously Jaiswal is the better option.

And as for picking ruturaj or ishan ishan instead of gill for backup opener....

Well ishan has played 32 matches and has a strike rate of 124.

And Ruturaj has a strike rate of 140 in 19 matches.

So gill is a better choice as a backup opener.

It just pisses me off coz the selectors don't have complete faith on anyone and it really shows.

They don't fully trust the senior players...and they are not brave enough to completely let youngsters take the reigns.

Anyways.... Jo bhi hai yahi hai.

Really hope that we win this time because rohit, virat, Jadeja, Hardik, Rishab.... They all have a lot at stake and this might be the last wc they are playing in t20 format atleast.

🙏

[lacuna-lunax]

06/02/25

Yuckie yuckie ooh!

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Coffee

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Energy drink 11

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Admirals Pie 290

Cad WC buttons 589

Kellogs squares choc 158

2 x 5 jelly (big small)

[vietnamfinder]

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Provincial Centres and Posts - Eastern Cape (East London): 800 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/EC - Free State (Bloemfontein): 305 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/FS - Gauteng (Braamfontein): 647 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/GP - KwaZulu-Natal (Durban): 625 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/KZN - Limpopo (Polokwane): 240 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/LP - Mpumalanga (Witbank): 260 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/MP - Northern Cape (Kimberly): 187 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/NC - North West (Mmabatho): 200 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/NW - Western Cape: 463 Posts | Ref No: BCEA/INTP/WC Why Join the BCEA Internship Programme? This internship offers numerous benefits to young professionals, including: - Workplace Experience: Hands-on exposure to labor law enforcement and compliance monitoring. - Networking Opportunities: Build connections with industry professionals and labor law specialists. - Career Development: Gain insights and experience that could lead to long-term career opportunities within government departments or private labor law firms. - Competitive Stipend: Financial support to cover basic living expenses during the internship. Contacts for Inquiries For any questions or additional information, feel free to contact the relevant provincial offices: - Eastern Cape: Mr. Lubabalo Kwatsha | 060 992 7311 - Free State: Mr. Manelisi Luxande | 066 304 3469 - Gauteng: Mr. Mbongeni Tshabalala | 072 337 2654 - KwaZulu-Natal: Mr. Mlungisi Zondi | 072 785 2299 - Limpopo: Ms. Lucia Ramusi | 082 490 0808 - Mpumalanga: Mr. Boikie Mampuru | 082 908 2308 - Northern Cape: Mr. Ivan Vass | 082 802 6796 - North West: Mr. Chris Sithole | 071 684 7252 - Western Cape: Mr. David Essau | 082 791 4485 3. EMPLOYMENT EQUITY (EEA) (X513 POSTS) Job IntroductionThe Employment Equity Internship Programme is an exciting opportunity for graduates passionate about labor law, employment equity, and contributing to workplace transformation in South Africa. With 513 positions available across multiple provinces, this programme is a gateway to a fulfilling career in public service. Interns will gain practical experience, assist in compliance monitoring, and play a role in ensuring fair labor practices within South African workplaces. About the Company The Department of Employment and Labour (DEL) is a key player in driving South Africa's socio-economic transformation. It focuses on promoting employment equity, ensuring fair labor practices, and fostering compliance with labor laws. The department is dedicated to creating inclusive workplaces and enhancing workplace productivity through enforcing the Employment Equity Act (EEA). With offices spanning across South Africa, the Department provides interns with an opportunity to immerse themselves in diverse work environments while contributing to meaningful societal change. Role Responsibility The Employment Equity Internship Programme offers a platform to develop essential skills and gain exposure to labor law enforcement. Key responsibilities include: Effective Management of Staff - Collaborate with inspectors to ensure compliance with the Employment Equity Act. - Assist with planning and organizing compliance inspections across various sectors. - Provide administrative support to the compliance team. Effective Management of Operations - Conduct inspections to evaluate workplace compliance with the Employment Equity Act and its regulations. - Support the investigation of complaints related to contraventions of the EEA. - Document and maintain accurate reports of inspections and investigations. - Assist in tracking progress on compliance targets and outcomes. Effective Management of Business Development Function - Foster awareness of the Employment Equity Act among employers and employees. - Assist in preparing educational materials and campaigns related to workplace equity. - Help identify trends and gaps in compliance to inform future initiatives. The Ideal Candidate Educational Requirements - A three-year tertiary qualification: National Diploma (NQF Level 6) or Bachelor’s Degree (NQF Level 7) in BCom Law, LLB, or Labour Law. - A valid driver’s license is essential. Skills and Attributes - Analytical Skills: Ability to evaluate compliance reports and identify non-compliance issues. - Communication Skills: Strong verbal and written communication for reporting and stakeholder engagement. - Attention to Detail: Accurate documentation and report writing. - Teamwork: Ability to collaborate effectively with inspectors and colleagues. - Work Ethic: A strong commitment to upholding labor law and equity principles. Centres and Posts This internship opportunity spans across South Africa, with posts allocated as follows: - Head Office: Pretoria (2 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/HQ - Eastern Cape: East London (60 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/EC - Free State: Bloemfontein (35 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/FS - Gauteng: Braamfontein (200 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/GP - KwaZulu-Natal: Durban (18 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/KZN - Limpopo: Polokwane (20 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/LP - Mpumalanga: Witbank (30 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/MP - Northern Cape: Kimberly (17 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/NC - North West: Mmabatho (11 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/NW - Western Cape (120 Posts) – Ref No: EEA/INTP/WC Stipend Interns will receive a competitive stipend of R7,450.62 per month to support their living expenses during the program. Duties Interns will be responsible for: - Assisting inspectors with monitoring compliance to the Employment Equity Act. - Conducting workplace inspections to evaluate compliance levels. - Supporting investigations into complaints of contraventions under the EEA. - Providing administrative support to inspectors during investigations and audits. - Contributing to the preparation of compliance reports and documentation. Application Process Interested candidates are encouraged to apply for their preferred location by referencing the correct Ref No for their application. Enquiries for Specific Locations - Free State: Mr. Manelisi Luxande at 066 304 3469 - Gauteng: Mr. Mbongeni Tshabalala at 072 337 2654 - KwaZulu-Natal: Mr. Mlungisi Zondi at 072 785 2299 - Limpopo: Ms. Lucia Ramusi at 082 490 0808 - Mpumalanga: Mr. Boikie Mampuru at 082 908 2308 - Northern Cape: Mr. Ivan Vass at 082 802 796 - North West: Mr. Chris Sithole at 071 684 7252 - Western Cape: Mr. David Essau at 082 791 4485 - Eastern Cape: Mr. Lubabalo Kwatsha at 060 992 7311 - Head Office, Pretoria: Ms. Milly Ruiters at (012) 309 4018 Documents Required - Certified copy of ID. - Certified copies of academic qualifications. - Comprehensive CV with contactable references. Why Join the Employment Equity Internship Programme? This programme provides an unparalleled opportunity to: - Develop skills in labor law and employment equity compliance. - Contribute to promoting fairness and equity in South African workplaces. - Work alongside experienced inspectors and labor law professionals. - Gain invaluable experience in public service and compliance monitoring. If you are passionate about promoting workplace equality and have the qualifications to make an impact, this is your chance to contribute to meaningful change. Don’t miss out on this opportunity to launch your career while supporting South Africa’s Employment Equity initiatives. 4. EMPLOYER AUDIT SERVICE (EAS) (X1, 948 POSTS) Job Introduction The Department of Employment and Labour in South Africa is offering an exciting Employer Audit Service (EAS) Internship Program (Post 05/05), with 1,948 internship positions available across various provincial and head offices. This program is designed to provide graduates with valuable work experience while contributing to the monitoring and compliance of employment legislation, including the UIA (Unemployment Insurance Act), COIDA (Compensation for Occupational Injuries and Diseases Act), and UICA (Unemployment Insurance Contributions Act). This internship is a golden opportunity for recent graduates to kickstart their careers in law, auditing, financial management, or compliance while earning a stipend of R7,450.62 per month. About the Department of Employment and Labour The Department of Employment and Labour is committed to creating employment opportunities, ensuring fair labor practices, and enhancing the welfare of South African workers. The department promotes compliance with labor laws to ensure equitable working conditions and a healthy employer-employee relationship. Internships like this reflect the department's dedication to building a skilled workforce while supporting economic transformation and growth. Role Responsibility As an EAS Intern, you will assist the department in monitoring and ensuring compliance with labor legislation. This role includes conducting inspections, investigating complaints, and providing administrative support to labor inspectors. Key Responsibilities: - Compliance Monitoring:Assist in conducting inspections to determine the level of compliance with UIA, COIDA, and UICA. - Complaint Investigations:Support investigations of complaints related to contraventions of labor legislation. - Administrative Support:Provide comprehensive administrative assistance to inspectors to enhance efficiency in executing tasks. Internship Opportunities: Location Breakdown The internship program is spread across South Africa, offering opportunities in both head and provincial offices: - Head Office (Pretoria): 9 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/HQ - Eastern Cape (East London): 170 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/EC - Free State (Bloemfontein): 162 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/FS - Gauteng (Braamfontein): 437 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/GP - KwaZulu-Natal (Durban): 99 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/KZN - Limpopo (Polokwane): 150 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/LP - Northern Cape (Kimberly): 81 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/NC - North West (Mmabatho): 197 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/NW - Western Cape (Cape Town): 583 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/WC - Mpumalanga (Witbank): 60 PostsRef No: EAS/INTP/MP The Ideal Candidate This internship is tailored for individuals passionate about compliance, labor law, and auditing. The following qualifications, skills, and attributes are essential: Minimum Requirements: - A National Diploma (NQFL6) or Undergraduate Bachelor Degree (NQFL7) in: - BCom Law - LLB - Labour Law - Auditing/ Internal Audit - Financial Accounting - Cost and Management Accounting - Financial Information Systems - Financial Management - A valid driver’s license. Skills and Attributes: - Strong analytical and investigative skills. - Excellent verbal and written communication skills. - Attention to detail and a commitment to upholding labor legislation. - Teamwork and the ability to work effectively under supervision. - Administrative and organizational skills. Contacts For inquiries regarding specific provincial offices, please use the following contact details: - Free State: Mr. Manelisi Luxande | 066 304 3469 - Gauteng: Mr. Mbongeni Tshabalala | 072 337 2654 - KwaZulu-Natal: Mr. Mlungisi Zondi | 072 785 2299 - Limpopo: Ms. Lucia Ramusi | 082 490 0808 - Mpumalanga: Mr. Boikie Mampuru | 082 908 2308 - Northern Cape: Mr. Ivan Vass | 082 802 6796 - North West: Mr. Chris Sithole | 071 684 7252 - Western Cape: Mr. David Essau | 082 791 4485 - Eastern Cape: Mr. Lubabalo Kwatsha | 060 992 7311 - Head Office (Pretoria): Ms. Milly Ruiters | (012) 309 4018 Why Apply for the Employer Audit Service Internship? Read the full article

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄? — bllk masterlist. folders are labeled in order of persona → type → creation / back to main masterlist

雪宮 剣優 YUKIMIYA KENYU

angel

spending eternity waking up to his angel sounds like a plan → wc: 1.3k

i’ve got you

yukimiya kenyu is nothing if not attentive → wc: 254

cold hands, warm heart — multi character smau

when the boys find out you’re cold on a rainy day

spun in your web

spiderman!yukimiya

糸師 冴 ITOSHI SAE

damn it, shidou

itoshi sae doesn’t entertain rumours and click bait headlines, unless it concerns you → wc: 302

click like — smau hybrid

your first meeting with sae comes with a change of heart on the side → wc: 1.4k

cold hands, warm heart — multi character smau

when the boys find out you’re cold on a rainy day

she’s the tear in my heart — smau shot

boyfriend texts with sae

糸師 凛 ITOSHI RIN

don't be a stranger

rin finds comfort in knowing that you stayed when no one else did → wc: 915

御影玲王 MIKAGE REO

keep you safe

mikage reo thinks he’s having a heart attack when he finds out you’ve been falling asleep on public transport → wc: 148

cold hands, warm heart — multi character smau

when the boys find out you’re cold on a rainy day

凪 誠士郎 NAGI SEISHIRO

in his dreams (17+ suggestive)

nagi seishiro has a standard set of moves even when he’s asleep → wc: 202

潔 世一 ISAGI YOICHI

not-so-mean guy

isagi yoichi can sometimes be the meanest guy on the field, but once all is said and done, he’s putty in your hands → wc: 180

cold hands, warm heart — multi character smau

when the boys find out you’re cold on a rainy day

tags

ᯓ★ : written in the stars ! — writing ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ : xoxo cid ! — general ₊˚࿔*:·୧ : cid’s fantasies ! — (nsfw)

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