#Corporate Clash X Reader

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heyo! can I req a oneshot of poly!Rainmaker x chainsaw consultant (idk the ship name for those two) x autistic!gn!reader ? Tysm ^^

Raindrops In The Trees (Poly Chainmaker X Autistic!GN!Reader)

The rain fell through the trees, the soft pattering against the stone. You, Misty and Chip were sitting under a gazebo. Originally you had merely come for a meal but it turned more into a relaxing date.

You had put on your headphones long ago, making sure the sound wouldn't overwhelm you. You slowly put your hand out from under the gazebo's shade, allowing a single droplet of rain plop onto your hand.

You shiver a bit, chuckling to yourself, shaking the water off of your hand. It felt nice. It felt safe.

"I'm glad you like the rain, Y/N..." Misty murmured, sitting on one of the benches. She swung her legs, happy to be around both you and Chip.

"Yeah! Thanks for summoning it.. I guess I just like the rain." You chuckle as you turn to Misty.

"I like the rain too." Chip spoke up, sitting next to Misty and gently hugging her from the side. This caused Misty to blush a bit. She subtly leaned a bit into the hug.

You sit next to the two, fidgeting with your hands as you stared at them. You really did love them and they really did love you. You looked back from beyond the gazebo, watching the rain drop against the surrounding forest. It was very visually stimulating for you. Suddenly you look back at Chip and Misty as they hugged eachother.

"Mind if I slide in?" You chuckle, holding your hands together.

"Not at all!" Misty smiles with her eyes as you nudge in between the two. Both Misty and Chip place their heads against the top of your head. Chip was being as careful as ever, making sure none of his blades would hurt you.

"Now you tell me if I accidentally poke you, okay Y/N?" He says, a bit of worry in his voice.

"Of course! I love you two!" you chirp, getting comfortable between the two.

"We love you too..." they both hum as the three of you watch the rain fall.

[purgatorei]

Dating Bellringer Headcanons (Bellringer x Fem Reader)

He leaves you for a man

[colliholly]

do you have more chip x reader headcanons i loved the first one so much i need a sequel ;_;

Ask and ye shall receive, anon

Putting them under the cut as per tradition

🌲 Chainsaw Consultant/Chip Revvington x Reader 2: Revvington's Revenge

• I imagine if Chip caught feelings for someone, his work performance would suffer just a little bit due to distraction. Just enough for his coworkers to notice something’s off with his work output, which is rare for him.

• I think he’d also become noticeably nicer at work once he’s in a relationship. He still has to deal with the override of course, but when it’s just him, his coworkers would notice a change in him. He has someone to look forward to after work now. <3

• Chip would never be the one to confess first, especially not with the threat of the override looming over both of you. But, just to play with the idea of him doing so, if he WERE: He would be nervous and awkward when confessing, tugging at his cuffs and shirt collar and stuff like that. He’s also way too formal and stiff to straight up say “dating”, so he’d ask you if you wanted to “enter a partnership” with him or something.

• I think this can be pretty much applied to all Cogs, but Chip would be fascinated by your body. He'd like how soft and graceful you are, considering how bulky and not-soft (and sharp) he is.

• Chip has a hard time asking for affection. It’s half due to him worrying over accidentally hurting you (being a 12-foot-tall chainsaw robot) and half due to him feeling way too awkward to ask (again, 12-foot-tall chainsaw robot). That being said, if he does, it’s a sign of him putting aside his embarrassment as well as trusting you.

• Speaking of which, he’d really appreciate any kindness after an override at work. It’s days like those he’s especially exhausted.

• Since Chip isn't good with words, and his love language is very much action-oriented, I think he'd be a surprisingly good caretaker. If you were sick, he’d check in on you often and bring you anything you needed. If you fell asleep at your desk, he would pick you up and carry you to bed. However, he wouldn't realize the romantic implications of his actions, it's simply him trying to help you. But it is very affectionate and thoughtful regardless.

• This would also extend to more mundane daily things like reminding you to hydrate or take your meds. He wants you to be operating at your best so you can work your best. :)

• I think Chip is self-conscious of the enormous blade on his face. He would not openly talk about it but he is, at least on occasion. The closing remarks section from his interview is super telling of how other cogs view him:

"With that chainsaw apparatus, he'll be a great candidate for the position. Well, y'know, so long as he doesn't scare off his co-workers..."

• He’d be a little worried (and sometimes frustrated) of his inability to kiss you, too, and that he can’t provide in that aspect. But I think if you reminded him you like him just the way he is he’d get over it pretty quickly. 🤎

[banaroo]

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sspeaking of high roller x reader, would you be able to write a fluff fic w/ that some time? :3 he rotates in my brain like microwave

ABSOLUTELY MY GOOD PERSON!!!! Anon you rotate in my head like a microwave<3 come again soon!! Don’t be afraid to drop another ask!!

🎲HIGH ROLLER X READER🎲

Fic type: Fluff! ☁️

A/N: I will add High rollers lisp! “S” will be replaced with “F”. Gave the other side characters names!

How you and the giant gambling addict himself became a thing was a mystery all across ToonTown and Cognation. No one was gonna stop you, everyone thought y’all were cute.

You knew one thing, Buck and Dave loved you very much. And every time the two became High Roller, their love for you increased Ten fold.(SEE WHAT I DID THERE AHAHHAHA-)

You always got in for free to his shows. You always went through the back door of the studio so you wouldn’t get bombarded with questions like the first time. So here you are, An adorable lil toon, moseying on over to one of the set producers to tell them your here.

“There’s the toon of the hour!” The main set producer, Valentine Hugginkiss. She was a pink and purple koala with square glasses, “Bout time ya got here, sweets!” She sets her clip board on the nearby table to give you a hug.

“High Roller was too giddy to see ya, Pardner.” A tan horse leans over, one of the main set designers, Rick ‘O shea.

“He’s on set now, Actually! Might be a while before he comes back out.” Valentine states shyly. “You could go wait in his room!”

You nod at them and you catch a glimpse at the giant duck himself. Laughing and joking up a storm on stage with his contestants and some of the audience members. You absolutely loved how energetic he was.

Heading into his dressing room, multiple low baller ducks run up to greet you. (Any body asks for relationship headcanons I will state something about the low ballers!)

You laugh as they all try to jump on you, quaking happily. Fifi, the biggest low baller, THE HECCKIN CHONKER she was, wags her little tail feathers at you. You cooed at all of them, picking them up and sitting down in High rollers chair. Aka, the biggest one in the room.

High Roller himself was MASSIVE. He was so gentle with you, after all you are a toon! After a while, you started nodding off. But that was quickly shut down by the loud, energetic star of the show himself.

“OHHHH, THERE’FF MY FFWEETIE!!” High Roller is quick to scoop you up into his arms and nuzzle your face gently.

“How’ff my favorite contefftant doing? I have ffeen ya ffo long!” He pressed you against his chest.

“It was only a few days, Roller!” You said muffled between his chest feathers.

He sets you back down in his chair. “I know that, Baby! I know! You know how I get. When we’re like thiff, We jufft…” he looks around trying to find a proper excuse, tugging at his collar.

“I jufft love ya ffo much, Baby-doll.” He gently presses his metallic beak against you, his attempt at kissing you. “Trust me, Roller. I know you do, you tell me 100 or more times when you’re out!”

He presses you against his body as he deeply chuckles.

“Gotta let you know incaffe you forget. You’re my ffpecial perffon, You know.” He looks at you with such love.

You don’t have to see his pupils to notice that.

“Shows over?” You ask him.

“Yeah, Ffow’ff over… I want to fftay like thiff for a while longer, Baby-Doll. Ya don’t mind do ya?”

“Not one bit.”

“Good. Cauffe I waff gonna fftay like thiff anyway’ff.”

You playfully smack his arm and he erupts into a fit of laughter.

STAY TUNED Y’ALL! Hoped you liked it, Anon!

[somegirlnamedalicia]

Hi hello!

I was wondering of you could make some Bellringer HCs if you haven't already, and be sure to take your time! Always hydrate and get plenty of rest!

@glitchyanimations (am I doing this right?)

Holy Mackerel, I'm alive. I'll try to get to the rest of the managers soon-ish, but I can't make any promises.

Benjamin Biggs (Bellringer) Relationship Headcanons:

Benjamin will absolutely lay on the charm when he's courting you. Have something you're self-conscious about? He'll compliment the heck out of it. He gives great gifts, too! Why, yes, those are your favorite flowers and chocolates! How did he know?

(It's actually not anything nefarious. He's just really observant and picks up a lot of gossip.)

He's an absolute gentleman once you start dating, too. He holds doors for you, offers to pay for your dates (and respects it if you want to pay your share), and listens intently to whatever you have to tell him.

When he does start talking, though, he can go on for a while. It's hard to get a word in edgewise unless you're really persistent. At least he's apologetic when he's called out on it! And he has a lot of interesting things to talk about. Who would have thought that Mr. Oilcan had a—whoops, you probably shouldn't let him catch wind of that.

It's really easy to let some gossip of your own slip when you're around him, even if you don't mean to. You probably shouldn't have mentioned how two of your coworkers have been dancing around each other's feelings, but it should be fine!

Coincidentally, those two coworkers start dating the next day. Funny how that works out, huh?

If he finds out someone is giving you a hard time, that's when he starts actually spying. If it's a minor thing, he'll just find something to badmouth that person about. If it's more serious, he will blackmail the heck out of them to leave you alone. He's not afraid to ruin someone's career or even life to protect you. (He won't go that far for something trivial, though. Professionals have standards.)

Your own personal information, though? Completely safe with him. If someone tries to spread rumors about you, he'll skillfully redirect them. Did you hear about what happened between Ms. Grayelle and Mr. Virgil?

The only gossip he'll spread and let be spread about you is how wonderful you are and how lucky he is to have you. He'll also drop hints about what you enjoy and, if applicable, your excellent work performance. The latter is bound to get to your superiors, after all~ 

Plus, he just really likes talking about you! His friends and coworkers either end up loving you before they've even met you or are kind of annoyed with how often you're brought up but grateful that he's spending less time spreading rumors about them.

[mouthpiece-simp]

can i please get some Major Player x reader?

Major Player x Reader Headcanons

Time for your performance with Dave!

🎹You were captivated by him. He really was a one man band and an excellent performer, and you found yourself always coming to see his performances.

🎹Dave noticed he has a number one fan {that's you!} and invited you backstage after a show one night. The two of you became friends and eventually he gave you a permanent backstage pass to come see him before and after his performances whenever you liked. You used it a lot.

🎹Eventually, the two of you became close enough to meet outside of a show setting and became casual friends. Well, as casual friends as you can be with Dave. You found yourself falling in love with him, so you decided to confess to him one day while strolling around Mezzo Melodyland.

🎹He made a big dramatic performance about it on the spot just to show that he was saying yes!

🎹And thus you two started dating...

🎹You know how he calls everyone babe all the time? Well now he calls you babe like twice as often.

🎹He also likes to call you the star of the show.

🎹Even if you don't have any talent in the performing arts, you're now part of the show so you better start learning! Don't worry, Dave will teach you. And hire you a teacher.

🎹By the way, he made an entire album of love songs about you.

🎹If you kiss his piano teeth, it sounds like someone slamming a bunch of piano keys. If you're careful you could kiss him at just the right tempo with the right keys to play a simple tune. {Do it. He will be very impressed and flattered.}

🎹Dave is SO proud to be dating you. He's made befriending and even dating toons now a socially acceptable thing for Cogs to do with his influence and how much he just doesn't shut up about how much he adores you.

🎹Some Cogs are extremely apologetic when they fight you now because they're fans of you and Dave's performances.

🎹He likes to make spontaneous performances to you about how much he loves you. He's REALLY good at improv, so it all just flows together really smoothly. Then he'll pull you "onstage" {usually his living room floor lol} and make you improv with him.

🎹Want literally anything? If you talk about wanting it to any degree of interest, you now have it. Dave will buy you ANYTHING you want. He says that he has to spoil you "sometimes," but it's more like all the time.

🎹He loves dancing with you at home until you're both tired and just cuddling afterwards... and then dancing again once you have more energy.

🎹He finds rhythm and beauty in a lot of things you wouldn't have assumed he would even care about. It's started rubbing off on you too and now you feel like you live in a world filled to the brim with music, inspiration, and life.

🎹Perform for him in the living room. Even if it sucks he will be so proud, impressed, and flattered. And maybe pull him "onstage" after a little while but take the lead, dude will go WILD with praise for you.

🎹Your relationship is pretty much the loudest, proudest Cog ever shouting off mountain tops that he loves you so the whole world can know about it too.

[qdbs-writes]

Do you write fem readers?!? 😭 If so can you write some head cannons about the Cullens with a goth s/o

i proudly write for all readers, nonny! and I'm gonna assume this about about trad!goth, but I'll try and make sure this applies to most goth subcultures!

Cullen Clan x Goth!Fem!S/O

Carlisle Cullen

He's confused but supportive. Back in his day, the term 'goth' only applied to the people who sacked Rome, which he'll remind you of regularly, especially if you're visiting the Volturi (who will also assume that you are directly connected to the ancient Goths, and would fear you as a result).

He'd be interested in your genealogy, because he thinks you're connection to the goth style can't be mere coincidence or personal choice, and it wouldn't be difficult to find out either, all he'd have to do is check if you have any Germanic ancestry from the last 2000 years.

Esme Cullen

If you're happy and comfortable, she's happy and comfortable. While it probably isn't her style personally, she's quick to see the benefits. For instance, black is a very easy colour to maintain, particularly with regards to cleaning.

Her only concern is getting you clothes other than black so that you can have something to wear to events that may require specific colours, like if you two are guests at a wedding (she wouldn't want you wearing black as it's bad luck for the couple).

Edward Cullen

Edward himself is basically a diet-corporate goth, so dating you will probably help him develop his own sense of comfort in the style.

The two of you are regularly seen brooding in the Forks CVS, loitering around the hair dye section, silently terrifying all of the elderly people waiting at the pharmacy.

Edward is likely already very familiar with goth music, has absolutely been to some Bauhaus concerts in his time, and probably has a respectable collection of gothic rock records in his room.

Rosalie Hale

It'll be like a Barbie/Oppenheimer-esque clash in aesthetics. I personally see Rosalie with a very Y2K aesthetic, so the two of you walking down the street together might turn some heads.

That doesn't mean that she isn't fully supportive of your style though, and appreciates the philosophy of the aesthetic, how it's a style built on defying expectations of conformity and obedience. In her short life, all Rosalie knew was to dress properly, smile, be open, happy, a willing host, an amusing guest. In death, she's proud to be herself, and even prouder to be with someone so comfortable with dressing exactly how they want, regardless of what others might think.

Emmett Cullen

You dress scary and Emmett loves it. He has regularly compared you to a venomous snake, your black clothes and aggressive makeup mean that almost everyone in Forks steers clear of you. But not Emmett, he's never had the survival instincts to stay away from things that could kill him, in fact, your "unapproachable" style only drew him in more.

Absolutely loves wandering around Forks with you, even if you aren't particularly doing anything. He thinks it's hilarious that some people cross the street to avoid you, it's like having 'scary dog' privileges.

Alice Cullen

She'd seen you in her visions for some time, but she almost didn't recognise you when you started dressing strangely and wearing heavy makeup. At first, it disturbed her, you looked like the sleep-paralysis demons that used to haunt her in the asylum.

Once she gets the chance to meet you in real life, that fear quickly subsides. Through your relationship, Alice learns how much of a safe space goth society can be, and that she can rely on other goths to not be judgemental towards her like so many others are.

Jasper Hale

Greatly appreciates the Victorian-era elements that are incorporated into your clothes, it helps him feel less old. You'll make his day if you show any interest in his clothes and jewellery that he had in life, particularly the more morbid pieces (such as the ring made out of his mother's hair).

If you're looking particularly historical, he'll love to get in his original clothes from when he was alive (except the ""uniform"" that shan't be mentioned), and stroll about Forks with you, arm in arm, like a true Southern gentleman.

[muraar]

Precursor

Blissful fools or perhaps it was intentional on thier parts, but something existed between the two of you.

Jiyan x reader. Feat song: like you do- joji

Wc: 2k, gn!reader

Mentions of self-destruction?? i mean its nothing heavy, but the reader is implied to have a destructive resonance ability that causes damage to them as well. 

We're not beating the yearning allegations with this one 🗣🗣🗣

Moonlight seeped over the marred backdrop, bathed in the silvery incandescence, the previously war-torn land looked …serene. 

A quaint stillness presided over the expanse, an aftermath they ever ardently sacrificed for, a respite attained through blood and hardships alike. Vestiges loomed over in memories and corporeality alike, but this night, tonight, languid in its wake, made it all the more absolute what it is that they truly fought for. 

The air felt crisp and clean; a cool breeze blew from the west, carrying with it a scent of wood mingled with earthy dirt and the lingering trace of the campfire. The sky above, clear and bright, held no clouds and offered a magnificent display of stars scattered across the horizon, twinkling against the velvet black void.

 It wasn’t often that the General of the Midnight Rangers found himself in such a peaceful pace, so much so that he allowed his eyes to close momentarily, savoring the sensation before slowly opening them again.

The forested hillside stretched on as far as his eye could see, a dark blanket concealing most of the area beyond, though a few small lights dotted the landscape.

“Come here often?” 

Interposed in your mirthful voice, followed soon after by lazy footsteps as you approached him on a leisurely pace, taking measured steps and being mindful of the support sling over your contused left shoulder. Remnant from the recent clash with Overthrax, one that you hoped to don as a proud medallion one day. 

Startled slightly by the sudden intrusion into his thoughts, Jiyan turned around. His golden eyes met yours, reflecting a mix of surprise and relief at your presence. The moonlight played across his angular features, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones. Despite the weight of recent events, there was a hint of warmth in his expression.

“[Name]”

He acknowledged, a faint frown etched on handsome feathers as he took in your oncoming figure 

“You should be resting” 

His tone was laced with concern that threatened to suggest more than just camaraderie, belying a fierce need to ensure your safety and well-being, which was countered with a light and easygoing chuckle of your own, its timbre reverberating against the tranquil backdrop of the night. 

“You worry too much” 

Came your smooth and curt reply, as you continued your trek toward the teal-haired man, taking nimble footsteps until you stood beside him. Eyes gazing over the expanse laid bare before you, one functional hand reaching out to grip the reinforced railing as you leaned your weight over the cool metal. 

Jiyan watched as you moved towards him, the ease of your gait suggesting a familiarity with pain that made his chest tighten.

“Worry is my duty,”

He responded quietly, turning his attention back to the breathtaking panorama before them

“And perhaps a personal failing.”

His eyes flickered towards you, tracing the curve of your profile against the dark skyline

“Only because you don't seem to worry nearly enough” 

A commonly used and familiar jab at the reckless abandon and lack of self-preservation that followed you every time you set foot in any physical confrontation. You shook your head and let out a sharp breath, smiling inwardly at being chastised like this; it's not like you voluntarily choose to have the resonance power associated with risks. But then again, research directed that resonator abilities were influenced by personal experiences and the subconscious. So perhaps….you weren't completely out of incrimination for these maladaptive tendencies. 

It would be amiss to deny the thrill you felt when your life was on the line, increasingly fluctuating odds fueling adrenaline-infused nerves. There was something incredibly exhilarating about self-destruction. Perhaps the way you could feel your heart racing whenever someone threatened you was a form of excitement, or maybe you were just addicted to the chase and had become so entranced by the thrill of danger you'd given up on ever feeling truly safe and secure-

“It's hard not to care.”

Stern words broke through your impromptu round of introspection and seemed to slip out involuntarily, carrying a weight that surprised even himself. There was another short pause, filled with both contemplative and thoughtful stillness, only broken by the soft rustle of trees against the night wind.

You stood still for just a second or so, facing the moonlight expanse, yet your mind was anything but focused on the twilit spectacle.

“I don't worry…because I don't have to” 

Maneuvering and turning your head slightly, your eyes met his protective depths of golden met with resolute ones of your own. The air seemed to be still, and time slowed even as the moment stretched on. 

“You worry enough for the both of us”

The words left your lips with such ease because, and it was easy, intuitive almost. Somewhere along the lines, along the countless battles faced side by side, it had become second nature for you. Blindly, irrevocably, heading first into the belly of the beast, you threw yourself into the gallows, tested the lines between this world and the nether relm, just like your forte circuit demanded of you.

Danger nipped at skin and mind alike. Each confrontation translated into an intimate play between you and death, and every time you bid farewell to her for a teal-haired anchor that tethered you to the land of the living. 

Was this what people defined as co-dependency? A reckless warrior and a general with concern ingrained into his very being? 

Breaking off the intense eye contact you looked down at the injured limb, cradled underneath meticulous bandage work.

“And I don't regret risking myself” 

The confession was resolute, perhaps careless even as the wind tussled through your wild locks, as if nature acknowledged your tempestuous nature. 

His gaze lingered on your face, studying the lines etched by time and trials, wishing he could somehow protect you from further harm while acknowledging the futility of such thoughts. His mind pondered after a moment's pause, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him.

“But there comes a point when caution becomes necessary for survival.”

He sighed deeply, hands clutching the railing a bit too forcefully.

“I don't want to see you hurt”

The unspoken plea hung heavy in the air between them, a testament to the depth of unspoken words.

“Careful there, General, you might just start graying with how much you stress out.”

Came your lopsided reply, cutting clean through the heaviness of the conversation at hand. 

Jiyan couldn't help but chuckle softly at your jest, the sound rolling off his tongue with surprising ease. Yet, the humor did nothing to dispel the underlying tension that seemed to permeate every aspect of their interaction.

“Better me than you” 

He admitted ruefully, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“But seeing you safe and well is worth every strand of gray.”

His gaze locked onto yours, the sincerity in those golden orbs impossible to miss.

An amused chuckle escaped unsuspecting lips, crescent crinkles emerged around your eyes as you entertained the notion just spoken of.

"That's...awfully sentimental. Tell me, have you been watching those hero plays?"

Using the moment of inquiry, you turned around unsoldierly, leaning back until your shoulder blades rested against the railing that had grown accustomed to supporting your weight.

Jiyan arched an eyebrow at your comment, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.*

“Hardly,”

He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Just stating facts.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, though the intensity in his gaze betrayed the casualness of his words.

“We've been through too much together for me not to care about your wellbeing.”

The admission hung heavily between them, punctuating the charged atmosphere with its weighty significance.

His words caused a soft smile to emerge upon your lips, as a foreign warmth bubbled beneath sternum and the organ that rested underneath.

"Been through enough to elicit care and worry...but not enough to have faith in my abilities?"

Jiyan's expression softened at your words, a flicker of guilt flashing across his features before being swiftly concealed behind a mask of stoicism. He leaned into your side, closing the distance between you two, until only a sliver of moonlight escaped from the rift between the parted lips. 

“I do have faith in your abilities,”

He said earnestly, meeting your gaze head-on.

“It's just...hard to watch someone so dear go through pain and suffering.” 

You let out a sharp breath; the air being forced out of your lungs as you felt your chest spasm and convulse, your demeanor tempered by the sheer discipline ingrained in your very being.

“Pain and suffering, huh?”

You mused as the conscious reeled through the twists and turns that led and shaped your life as it is today. 

The life you chose. 

Or was it the one fate forced you to tread on?

All these years on this planet and the real depths of your impulses eluded you still.

“They seem to be the staples of this life though...and better me than some poor innocent soul out there”

But at least there was reassurance that your hands of violence were good for something. At least there was consolation in the fact that your fists weren't merely tools meant to tear apart lives, they were weapons that protected. And if you were destined to die young in battle it was best to die doing your part. To die with honor, a worthy cause.

To die as someone who had earned the privilege of a life worth remembering.

Jiyan nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line as he considered your words.

“You're not wrong”

He conceded after a moment's pause.

“And I suppose it doesn't make sense for me to shield you from everything. And I'm aware of the irrationality of my sentiments. But know this - every time you're hurt or put yourself in danger, it feels like a part of me is ripped away.” 

His voice was heavy with emotion, belying the depth of his feelings for you.

“Then give it to me” 

Words rolled past your lips with no premonition of consideration behind them, instinctual, thoughtless. 

"Join that part with me," 

Your voice a brazen whisper, its emergence a stark act of rebellion against modus vivendi dictated by logic alone. 

"so that it's never ripped away again."

Those words imitated a dare, challenging fate and hearts alike. 

Jiyan's heart raced as he gazed deeply into your eyes, feeling the weight of your words settle heavily upon his soul. A thousand unspoken promises danced between them, their connection forged by shared experiences and a bond that transcended mere camaraderie. Something primal stirred within him - an ancient longing that transcended reason and logic alike.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, he leaned forward slowly until his lips brushed lightly against yours. 

“I want to be connected to you…more than anything”

He whispered hoarsely against your mouth, feeling a surge of heat course through his veins at the contact. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the warmth of your breath ghost across his face, the tantalizing scent of your perfume filling his senses.

Just as lips were about to touch, a shrill beeping sound pierced through the silence. Both of them froze mid-movement. Their Pangu terminal vibrated on both ends. The holographic screen flashed with an urgent message from the city: Incoming threat detected.

The spellbinding moment shattered like fragile glass underfoot, scattering fragments of desire and passion across the floor. Leaving them both gasping for air like fish out of water. Jiyan blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the lingering effects of their near-kiss.

The message was clear: duty called.

Without another word, he turned to face you fully – only to find that you had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a gentle tussle of wind and torn bandages, in your wake.

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a/n

Jiyan convene fucked me over so badly. i cannot even tell you, because its downright embarrassing.

just know that i have him now, somehow.

mans not getting any happy ending from me 😒😒😒. Keep pining and yearning you mf !!! YOU AINT GETTING LAID !!!

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HI can I request poly oneshot/headcanons (you can do whichever you prefer) of pacesetter x an autistic gender neutral reader x firestarter? reader can be either a cog or a toon, thank you :]

Poly!Firesetter X Autistic Reader Headcanons

Have fun with those band practice dates cause there is gonna be a LOT of them

I like to imagine that they're already a very "infodumpy" couple. If you have a special interest/hyperfixation you need to talk about they're more than willing to listen!

Flint and Graham are very much cuddle bugs and are more than happy to include you. (Sidenote: This is gonna be super warm regarding Flint)

Graham loves to show both you and Flint off A LOT. He'll often brag about you to the other managers.

Flint always likes to bring you two on nice relaxing walks around the Brrrgh.

I can imagine during chats between you three being super relaxing, one of them will typically let you lay your head on their lap. Or one might hold one of your hands and rub your knuckles with their thumb. Surprisingly very sweet.

They're very respectful of your autism, often helping you with sensory overloads and buying you things like safefoods, stimtoys, things to help you out! They're great gift givers.

If you're a cog both will try and help you with work stuff (emphasis on TRY they're a little goofy silly). It's very endearing.

If you're a toon they're gonna protect the hell out of you. They're also trying to see if a cog can preform Toonups.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s your first day at work. Your nerves have simmered over to a nice whirlwind. Even as you sit at your desk, going through the various training materials. You haven’t managed to calm down. Your heart is beating so fast.

Everyone’s been nice. You don’t know why you’re jittering. Like your mother says, you’re overthinking, and like your father says, you need to sit still. You grab the armrests and try to make yourself stop moving. It only makes you want to boil over.

You swivel back and forth and look at your coworkers. They’re all so busy like bees in a hive. They know exactly what they’re doing and you still feel lost as you sift through endless SOPs and corporate training videos.

You see a woman with purplish red curls with a mug, steam curling over the brim. Ah, that’s a good excuse for a break. You still need to figure out the office coffee machine. Daniella, your supervisor, briefly pointed it out during her tour. It’s one of those fancy industrial pod brewers.

You stand and nearly skip between the desks. Be cool. You slow your pace and hold your shoulders straight, your squared toed kitten heels clacking on the tile. You poke your head into the kitchen and find only one other employee inside.

The man’s shoulders are broad and straight as he stares silently at the coffee machine. It grinds and spurts out dark coffee. You come up next to him to peruse the spinning rack of pods, tapping your chin as you think. You peek over at him.

“Hi,” you smile, “any recommendations?”

His pale blue eyes meet yours for an instant before quickly flicking back to his cup. A plain black porcelain mug without any decoration or glitz. You already know which cup you want to bring in; the one that looks like a honey pot and has a small lid resembling a bear sticking his head out with a little honeycomb stitch between his ears.

You take one of the paper cups and a pod of the butterscotch twist. You stand back and wait your turn. He scowls as if mentally urging the cup to fill.

“I’m…” you introduce yourself, “I just started over in Research and Development.”

He doesn’t respond. He puts his hands behind him, clutching them tightly as his forearms tense. The tendons bulge out beneath his skin. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, a grey button up with black trousers. A bit grim but an aesthetic for sure. There’s several rings on his fingers as they curl around each other.

“It’s my first day,” you continue the one-sided conversation, “so… that’s why you never saw me before.”

He growls and grabs his cup as the machine dings. He doesn’t acknowledge you as he turns on his heel and marches out. You watch his back and shrug, blowing out between your lips. You get it, some people aren’t the social type.

You put your cup under the spout and tap the touchscreen. It takes you a lot of poking around to figure out how to brew the coffee. You step back and wait. Caffeine should definitely help your nerves… fuel them at least.

💗

Lunchtime comes and you grab your bento box and head down to the cafeteria. Daniella said you could eat your desk if you wished but you need a break from the screen. Besides, you notice that most people don’t.

You enter the cafeteria. There are tables here and there but they’re already crowded. You notice a few people from your department and head over to that table. Tammy moves her bag onto the seat before you can claim it. You frown and apologise as you back away.

Hmm.

You look around. You don’t know anyone. You don’t mind making new friends but it’s like high school all over again. Everyone has their clique and you’re just wandering in between.

Your gaze falls on the only table with more than one seat free. There’s a single person sitting at it, his head down as he runs his hand over his close cut hair. Hey, it’s… that guy. He didn’t give you his name.

You cross the room and near a chair, putting your hand on the back of it as you hover by the table.

“Hi, um, do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes dart up and he says nothing. He shrugs and sits back, smoothing out the pages of the book in front of him. You sit, your bento box clanging loudly as you do. You give a sheepish smile as he clears his throat but doesn’t look at you.

You flip back the clasp and pop open the lid. He shifts in his chair as you take out your plastic cutlery from the little compartment. You try to be quiet but you can’t help but hit the fork off the side.

You look over at him. He has only his empty mug and a half-eaten protein bar. You look back at your colourful medley of food. Maybe he’s on a diet.

“Do you like hummus?” You ask.

He doesn’t look up. You bite your lip. You’re just being friendly but maybe he’s not hungry.

“Um, uh, you remember me?” You poke at your couscous, “from the kitchen? I didn’t get your name.”

He sighs and turns the page. You nod. Not much of a talker. You let your fork lean on the edge of the bento and grab the sides of your chair, scraping it closer. He snarls and finally looks at you.

You stop and show your teeth like a threatened animal. His jaw clenches and he refocus on his book. You stir the couscous and take a bite, swallowing as your curiosity piques.

“What are you read–”

“I’m not,” he grits and shuts the book without marking the page.

He stands and pockets the protein bar, swiping up his mug and book. You gape at him, stunned. You don’t know why he’s so upset. You’re just trying to be polite. He storms away and you frown at your food. Well, you’ve always got a friend in snacks!

[colliholly]

if you do Buck Ruffler x reader headcanons I will love you forever ( no pressure if not tho <3 )

Sure! I love Buck a lot, he's one of my favorites.

Putting it under the cut as usual:

🦆🎰💸 Duck Shuffler/Buck Ruffler x Reader HCs

• Listen. I love Buck very much, but I know deep, deep in my heart he would be a terrible person to date. That man can barely hold his current job, he steals and sells company property and uses it to gamble. Buck will gamble away your valuables, he can’t help it.

• But let’s focus on the positives! What is he good at? He’s probably one of the most fun people to be around. Buck is the life of the party! 8) He’s loud, enthusiastic, sporadic, and always excited over something.

• He’d let you spin his slots as much as you wanted, since it’s fun for both of you. He’s essentially an endless jelly bean machine.

• He really enjoys playing games with you, whether it’s video games, Toono, mini golf, kart racing, etc. He’s naturally very competitive, though in a friendly good-natured way around you. He loves when you’re neck and neck, that’s when it’s the most fun for him.

• It’s not uncommon for him to spice up these games by including a silly bet of some sort. For example, loser has to share an embarrassing secret (don’t worry, it’s in good fun, and Buck won’t judge!)

• Speaking of which, Buck is extremely nonjudgmental. He’s a weird goofy guy himself, and one who doesn’t get along well with his fellow Suits (and one who probably needs some therapy, frankly.) He knows how it is, he won’t judge you for any of your faults. He won’t gossip either - a good gambler knows when to keep secrets, after all.

• He’s ironically very good at cheering people up, despite being a Cog. If you were feeling down, he’d take you out to do some fun stuff. Think casinos, arcades, or parties!

• Buck is also very knowledgeable on certain topics like stocks and day trading. You can likely learn a thing or two on investing from him.

• He’s also naturally adventurous, since it ties into his love of risk-taking. He loves new experiences and going to new places. It’s unlikely dates with him will be at the same place twice. Regardless of whether the place was a good experience or not, his main goal is to spend time with you and have fun together.

• There is rarely a dull moment around him. All in all, be prepared for lots of surprise gifts, sporadic dates, and an exciting relationship.

[spoonsilverwire]

…something with prester virgil?

OMG YESSSS A WITCH HUNTER ASK YESSSS

🔥WITCH HUNTER X READER🔥

You were nervous. You were very nervous. Ever since you got under Prester’s titanium-like shell, you two have been friends. But you just didn’t expect to have a crush on him. After thinking about your feelings, you decided you wanted to tell him.

That’s where the problems usually make themselves known. Prester was a very uptight and strict cog. Hell, it took forever for him to consider you two friends, but lovers? You’re nerves were shot.

Making your way up his tower was stress inducing. It felt as if you were fighting him for the first time again.

“Ah Yes, There you are. I was beginning to think you abandoned me with our usual conversations. Do not be tardy again. I will not be kind next time.” Prester looked back at you and the turned back, looking over the edge.

“S-Sorry, Prester. I was just thinking about something.” You responded, taking a seat next to him?

“Ah? Based on your sullen tone, and your jittery stature. There must be tomfoolery happening. What is the issue? I will inquire about it later if I’m so inclined-“ He was going to ramble but you stopped him.

“Prester, can i tell you something? It’s important.” You asked him. Nervous, silently twiddling your thumbs.

“Oh? On with it.” His burning gaze inflamed your very soul.

“Prester, I…I think I like you? Like in a…I love you, kind of way- Is that bad? Should I have not told you this or-“ His ‘Tsk’ noise made your blood run cold.

“Foolish Toon. Why must you worry yourself so? About your feelings towards me? Romantic nonetheless. Have you considered an old cog such as myself could not possibly return these emotions? Toon,” He turns to you. “You have fallen in my favor. Unlike others, I’d like to be seen with you. I enjoy your presence..What I’m trying to say is, I favor you more than I favor other things. I…I found myself falling for you too.” He finally finishes.

Wow.

For someone who acts like he hates everything and everyone. He has a way with words…

You’ve also noticed he’s sitting literally 2 inches away from you.

“Oh, Wow…Prester..Sorry for freaking out before. That’s really sweet..”

He wraps his arm around you waist.

“Think nothing of it, Toon.”

“So, question.”

“On with it.”

“If you have fire powers, wouldn’t that made you a witch?”

“CEASE.”

I Hope you enjoyed!!!

[somegirlnamedalicia]

do you mind giving us HC's of Chip revvington/Chainsaw Consultant?

Sorry this took so long. I had some feelings after that fight.

Chip Revvington (Chainsaw Consultant) Relationship Headcanons:

You and Chip have a simple, quiet relationship, just the way he likes it.

Quality time is the name of the game with him. He just likes spending time with you, even if it's in complete silence. Your presence is comforting to him.

He likes holding you, but he's always very careful while doing so. He invested in a chainsaw cover for your sake, but he'll only wear it in private because it looks ridiculous.

He takes pride in his work, so it's often a subject of conversation between you two... at least for a while. When he gets promoted to Regional Manager, he starts acting a bit odd.

You ask about the new bulbs on his hat, and he tells you they're part of a modification he got as part of his promotion and asks you not to touch them. No, he won't elaborate. He doesn't seem too happy about it, either.

He starts talking about work less and less, too. When you try to ask about it, you'll often be answered with, "I don't want to talk about it."

Despite his reticence, he needs your love and support now more than ever. You become a sanctuary for him to get away from the stress of work. And with how exhausted he looks some days, there is clearly a lot of stress.

He comes home badly damaged one day, like he was in a bad fight. You don't even ask what happened; you just get straight to work cleaning him up and fixing what you can.

He doesn't say anything until you're done, when you get a quiet, weary "Thank you."

He wears the chainsaw cover around you all the time now, and even then, he's strangely hesitant to even touch you, let alone hold you. If you try to turn the tables and hold him, instead, he'll be resistant. "I don't want to hurt you," he'll say, and you won't fully understand why.

In the end, he'll relent and melt into your touch. He needs this. He needs you.

You may not know what's caused Chip to act this way, but one thing's for certain: You'll keep loving and supporting him, no matter what.

[mouthpiece-simp]

if you're ok with writing for non managers, CLO/reader headcanons, please?

CLO x Reader Headcanons

First of all, congrats for being brave enough to not be anonymous! Second of all, I'm here to write fanfic, I don't care if she's technically not a manager :)

📚After your first fight with the CLO, you found yourself really wanting to know more about Diane.

📚You decided to schedule an appointment to go see her {you had to book it out months in advance, wow!} through Judy, and you just set the reason as a "consultation." By the way, you only got the appointment because you got Belle to help you pull some strings given their history. How'd you get Belle to help you? You listened to hours of stories about her grandchildren.

📚In the meantime, you fought Diane a few {okay, maybe a lot} more times while waiting for your appointment. She became very familiar with your toony face...

📚When it was time for your appointment, she kinda scoffed when she saw you and asked you why you'd scheduled an appointment to come see her in the first place. You hesitated before making up some nonsense, and she could tell you were lying. So, you admitted that you kinda liked her and wanted to try at least being friends.

📚She thanked you professionally for your honesty but cited that it was common practice for toons and Cogs not to be friendly with each other. You asked her if that was a strict rule, to which she admitted there wasn't...

📚So you once again suggested to try at least being friends. To your surprise, she hesitantly agreed and allowed you to visit her after her shifts {which were almost always 12 hours every day, by the way... yikes! Cogs really did have to work a lot}.

📚After a while of being friends, Diane realizes you've been acting more and more strange lately but she also knows why... it's because you have a crush on her. To her dismay, she found herself returning your feelings.

📚She had an open discussion with you about it and sounded like she was about to say she didn't wanna pursue a relationship with you, but she quickly changed her mind in the moment and asked you out on a date. Even she seemed surprised at what she'd just said.

📚You said yes though, and that's how you started dating!

📚Given the fact that she's like 10 times your size, physical affection is a bit... interesting. Usually she can only hold you in the palm of her hand while your way of showing your affection is hugging whatever part of her you can get your gloves on {usually her wheels or her arms}.

📚You can also ask her to bring you to her face so you can kiss her! She can also try to carefully kiss the top of your head, but she doesn't wanna accidentally bite your entire head or something so she doesn't do it often.

📚Diane is very serious about things, and she has a hard time understanding your toony humor. She's trying, but she's not quite on the right track yet...

📚Speaking of toony things, she surprisingly knows a LOT about the stuff toons do just from studying them so much along with what her Lawbots have told her. Heck, she even knows the rules to lots of toony games and you've even managed to convince her to participate in a few.

📚When you ask her if they were fun, she gives a vague response. But you can tell she had fun.

📚You basically get to free roam Lawbot HQ as long as you're not interfering with anyone's work. Pretty much all the Cogs know about your relationship with the CLO at this point and they don't dare hurt you because they don't want disciplinary actions taken against them. But you'll also get quite the scolding if you hurt THEM so it's kinda M.A.D. but in the corporate world.

📚Diane will probably try to get you to wear corporate attire and convince you that you look great in it. Surprisingly she won't try to actually hire you {she considers toons too much of a risk for lawsuits LOL}, but she does try to kinda "Cog-ify" you a bit. I guess you both rub off on each other.

📚She loves sitting in silence with you. It helps he destress from work.

📚After being defeated by toons, you try to help the CLO both on an emotional and physical level. You try to help repair any Cogs that weren't completely destroyed, and you climb onto her wheels and kinda sit there and chat with her about the pesky toons that just defeated her while she's getting repairs.

📚When she gets defeated while she's overclocked, the repairs she needs are more intense and sometimes you have to give the repair Cogs a lot of room to do what they need, so you just try to focus on helping repair the other Cogs and maybe even the Litigation team. But after her repairs are all done you're there to comfort her.

📚Basically, you're dating a very serious, no nonsense type of Cog and both of you will have some of your mannerisms rub off on each other. Neither you, the toons, or the Cogs know which side you're on anymore either.

[cheolsblackgf]

office encounters [l.jh]

⇒ woozi x reader

⇒ word count: 3.8k (including the bonus)

⇒ warnings: just some insults but nothing too crazy

⇒ content: rivals to lovers; some kissing yadda yadda; little bit of girl bossing

⇒ note: hello pls don’t @ me about how long it’s been i already know.. didn’t think this would mark my return bc i wrote this almost a year ago but lowkey i kinda cooked with this one so i thought i’d share.. also side note PLEASE come to my inbox if you find an error bc i literally proofread like 14 times looking for this one error i saw before but it just disappeared or smth idk so if you find it i’ll give you a brownie!!! anyways 시작해볼까요

“You look pretty today.”

Jihoon from corporate communication usually has a sarcastic quip for you when you cross paths in the copy room. Where humor comes easy for him, annoyance comes easy for you the same. You both seem to get on each other’s nerves in all the right ways; never enough to report the other to HR, but enough that you’d steer clear of him the entire day if he said something that got under your skin. Something like, “Why’s marketing’s posters suck so bad?” He’ll ask, and subsequently answer himself with, “Oh, that’s right. ‘Cause you’re the one making them.” Either he doesn’t know you spend so much time figuring out which design looks best, or he knows and purposely wants to get you riled up. It works, because you’re an emotional person and if someone criticizes your work, it feels like a personal attack.

This time, though, you’re making flyers for the office yard sale slash fundraiser, and he’s making copies of coupons for the local stores. Since there are about forty floors in your building, you’ll easily be occupied for at least two hours, hanging multiple flyers on each floor. Jihoon has his hands full as well, he makes one hundred copies for each store, with there being four stores total in the area. Luckily, you go to the copier first, so when he walks in, you quickly rest with a smug smile on your face.

“Hey,” he says casually. You’re waiting for him to tell you to hurry your ass up on the copier but he doesn’t. Hey?

Instead, you respond, “Hi,” and turn back to the copier to see how many sheets are left. Still sixty five.

“You look pretty today.” He tries next. You almost hit cancel on the print job right then and there. How can he say something like that. You look pretty today? Try again, Lee! It’s not gonna work!

You don’t immediately thank him for his compliment. You just think that somehow, he’ll add in a “—pretty ugly!” and then laugh it off. That’s the Jihoon you know. Not this “hey” man. Usually when you walk into the copy room, he groans and rolls his eyes. He always has a dig ready, too. “Didn’t realise it was loser day at the copy machine.” He’d say. You always have something to come back at him with. “Must be why you’re here.” It doesn’t seem like he’ll bicker with you today at all.

The display on the machine says there’s still forty sheets left. That means you can either pretend you left something at your desk and quickly exit the room until it’s done, or you can brave it and see what this guy is up to.

The second one. “I look pretty today? What are you up to?” You narrow your eyes at him, assuming there’s either a catch or some sort of joke hidden in his praise.

“No gimmicks,” he shrugs. “I just call it like I see it.” Oh, okay.

He’s standing on one side of the machine with you at the other. The polite smile stained on his face drives you up a wall. You feel like if you reciprocate it, it’ll be overkill. Him complimenting you doesn’t change the fact that you are office enemies. His team and your team often clash, as they’re the ones that share your team’s ideas with the higher ups, only after an intense filtering which often strips your ideas down to nothing. It always sucks because he acts so smug about it when your ideas don’t get pitched how you envisioned them. “Get some better ideas then,” he’d say. Of course, you can’t go out like that, so you tell him “Tell your team to think of one idea to begin with. You get your rocks off by stealing ours, your department would be helpless without us.” It’s mostly true, but sometimes, Jihoon has good ideas. When you two are having a good day, you’ll show each other ideas and give helpful feedback. But that usually doesn’t happen if either one of you has a quip locked and loaded already.

“Didn’t realise your mouth was able to produce compliments when it comes to me.” Twenty two sheets left. He reaches over you for the mini scotch tape. “You know, usually when someone compliments you, you just say thank you and forget about it in five minutes.” While he focuses on his task with the tape, you stare at the display on the copier and watch the number of sheets remaining go down, just so you don’t have to look at him.

He’s never called you pretty before. You need everyone to understand this. The only times he compliments you are rare and they’re always work related. Nice job during that tug of war. Those prints look great. These tchotchke designs would surely sell well. The dessert you brought to the potluck was delicious.

New to the list: you look pretty today.

You’re not sure how to feel internally, but externally, your mind is already made up. You’re annoyed. How could he say something like that with such a serious face and not be joking? Why couldn’t he be joking?

“I would say thank you, but I don’t know what this is.” He raises his eyebrows at your comment. “This? I don’t know what it is either because I can’t figure out what you’re talking about.”

The copier chimes to tell you the print job is finished. You log out of the machine and move aside to collect your sheets. You’ll definitely have to make a second trip—and perhaps with a box of some sort to hold all of the sheets—but you just want to leave this room.

Jihoon starts to grab a stack of the sheets as well. “Where are these going?” He asks, sounding nothing but sincere.

“Don’t know yet. I have to put them on each floor, though. I’ll find something to put them in in a little bit.”

“D’you need help?”

You set the sheets down. “Okay, listen. I was fine playing that game three minutes ago, but I don’t get it. Every day you look at me like the bane of your existence. You tell me my designs suck, you only fill my tea mug halfway when I ask for some, and you hog the copy machine whenever I need to use it. What gives?”

It would be hard to refute the fact that Jihoon is very handsome, and you have imagined an alternate universe where he was nice to you and even flirted with you, but nothing past that. You’ve never thought of what it would be like to be his girlfriend, to wake up in the morning beside him, to have him fill your tea mug up until it’s full, to meet in the copy room to steal a few extra kisses—okay, maybe a couple times you’ve thought of this. But it almost always gets overshadowed by his behaviour towards you. He is rude to you. He doesn’t like you enough to give up the act, but he also doesn’t hate you enough to ignore you completely. He has some sort of balance that only works with you. He playfully fights with other coworkers, but only as a stand-alone. Your feud is cemented into the very foundations of the building you each show up to every morning at seven o’clock on the dot. It’s ritualistic. It’s familiar. It sucks.

Jihoon leans against the wall and crosses his arms. “What gives? I just think you look pretty today. Can’t a man compliment his pretty coworker once? It’s really not that unheard of, but if you think something else is going on, you’re right. I like you. I never said it before because I assumed you also liked me which is why we do what we do, but I’m getting the feeling you don’t feel the same way which is fine. We can just go back to how we were and forget this ever happened.”

You take the stack of copies you were holding before and quickly leave the room. Once they’re placed on your desk, you awkwardly make your way back to the copy room and get the next set of sheets. Jihoon hasn’t moved from his position against the wall even after you’ve signed off of the machine and relocated the copies out of the way.

Truthfully, you just didn’t know what to say. Him confessing this way was not only unexpected, but also a bit annoying. To think, he’s liked you all this time but consistently and routinely found enjoyment in belittling you. Granted, you also took part in it against him, but only as retaliation and defense for yourself. The whole reason this rivalry started was because he made a comment against you. Why would you be mean to someone you like?

The week goes by slowly without Jihoon’s teasing. He comes by your cubicle once to offer you a mini cupcake from the convenience store on the fifth floor. You decline. He doesn’t come back again.

You thought of pulling him aside to really unpack and discuss everything, but then you consider how much worse it could get if you do that. Things are already pretty bad if neither of you have spoken or even just said hi to each other.

By Friday of the next week, though, you’ve had it with the silence. Your cubicle conveniently is in view of the copy room so you slyly watch the door waiting for Jihoon to go in there. He always prints to-do sheets on Friday for everyone in his department for the following week. At eleven on the dot, you see him disappear in there and you make your move immediately, booking it for the room.

You casually walk in and shut the door, but not before making sure no one was coming. No one really likes it when the door to the copy room is shut because people have been caught doing … things in there, but this shouldn’t take you long. Definitely not enough time to do … things with anyone.

“Hey,” You try, in the same tone as he used with you last week. He looks up from the machine and gives you a confused yet tired look. “What are you doing?” He sighs.

“You look pretty today.” You smile, hopping up on the counter and swinging your legs. He finishes signing in on the printer and runs his print job. He turns around to face you fully. “If you’re here to make fun of me for being nice to you, I think it’s best you stop now because I don’t find it amusing.”

You grin at him. “The opposite actually. I think it’s cute that you like me, but I really wish you would’ve asked me on a date first. And maybe just been nicer to begin with?” Both your eyes dart to the door as a polite knock is heard from the outside. You jump down from the counter and place your hands on Jihoon’s shoulders from behind. Your head rounds the side of his face. “Walk me to my car later?” And he agrees.

You go to let the person in and see yourself out. It feels a bit elementary, that proposal. Walk me to my car? gives the same energy as walk me home from the bus stop? and if you weren’t already getting some twisted wave of déjà vu, you definitely are now.

You didn’t know Jihoon until last year when he started working for this company. The previous person in his position suffered an extreme illness that forced them to resign so he promptly had to fill their position. He wasn’t trained that well, but he’s done the best he could thus far. You don’t know what you would do if he wasn’t in the office. Of course, some of your coworkers are also people you get drinks with from time to time, but Jihoon feels the most… familiar. Despite having never met with him outside of the office, he feels like the most grounding person since he doesn’t put on any front or act with you. You wouldn’t let him either. That’s why his confession feels so out of left field on the one hand, but normal on the other. He doesn’t hide how he feels from you, but he must have if he’s liked you and hasn’t said it until now.

Later comes. It’s 3:42 PM when you finally wrap it up for the day. Jihoon usually leaves earlier than you, but it appears he waited to clock out so you two would leave at the same time.

Okay, you’ll admit that’s sweet. You don’t think you’d do the same for him, but only because you don’t like your job enough to stay any later.

He meets you at your cubicle. “All done?” He asks, moving into your space to help you with your things. “Yep. If you could just carry this bag for me, that would be great, thank you.” He takes the bag from you with no qualms and waits patiently as you gather the rest of your belongings.

You were sadly unable to finish all the work you meant to get done today, so you’re leaving with a bit of homework—namely designing some flyers for part two of the yard sale slash fundraiser. The first fundraiser didn’t go as planned, so the upper level management suggested a second instalment.

Jihoon probably has the same amount of work too, so you wonder how he’s leaving the office empty handed.

On the elevator ride down, neither of you say anything. All you do is stare at the bright red floor descent display and wait until it gets to 1. Upon this happening, Jihoon lets you off first and you lead the way to the parking garage.

“I take it you didn’t get a lot done today?” He wonders, surveying the various items you’re carrying. “Sadly. Honestly, if Claudette hadn’t announced the second fundraiser, I’d be as carefree and empty handed as you.” You meant to come off as nonchalant, but judging by the way Jihoon completely stopped in his tracks upon your completion of the sentence, it was everything but that. “Carefree and empty handed?” He parrots in disbelief.

“CC is scrambling to get Q3 numbers up before having to report to corporate and nothing is working. Honestly, if Claudette didn’t conjure up another fundraiser, you would’ve had to find another sad sap to carry your things to your car because I wouldn’t be here right now.” He explains, which makes you laugh a bit but otherwise frown. You didn’t realise the company’s numbers were so far down that the fundraiser is essentially a double edged sword, but you figured it couldn’t have been for no reason.

Jihoon has always been very efficient with his work, even if about two months ago (maybe even less) you would’ve scoffed and said otherwise. “You’ll figure it out. You always do.” You say, meaning to be encouraging but not entirely sure if it came off that way. “Thanks. You too.”

With your hands full, you couldn’t grab your keys to unlock your car so you have Jihoon do it for you. “Where is this bag going?” He holds it up just in case you forgot which bag it is. “Uh, you can just throw it in the backseat. Well, don’t literally throw it but um—”

“I got it.” He chuckles at your disorganised thoughts.

Once all of your things are settled in the car, you close everything up and stand face to face with Jihoon. “Thank you for the help, I really appreciate it.” You say. “Anytime. I hope you get all your work done.” You reflect the wish back to him. Sadly, you guys just awkwardly stand there for a bit before realising this conversation is not going anywhere else.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, hm? You have my number, right?” He nods and bids you goodbye. You get into your car but don’t start it. Instead, you watch through your rearview mirror as Jihoon turns the corner to the staircase. Had you known his car was on a different level, you would’ve offered to drop him off since the parking garage’s elevator is out of commission. However, in hindsight, the conversation was already awkward enough.

Later that night, you two text back and forth for multiple hours. All the way until 2AM you guys were exchanging messages. He’s really a sweet guy even over text.

At 2:19, he texts you goodnight and says he’ll see you in the morning.

In the morning, like you expected, you see Jihoon milling about the office floor. He sends you a wave, but his hands are full so it’s nothing more than that. You try to catch him to offer your help, but he disappears in an instant.

The flyers you were supposed to make were only half done because most of your time last night was spent talking to Jihoon. You’re extremely guilty, and you feel horrible because you know all the work you have will carry into the weekend, but you made your bed.

Eventually, Jihoon visits you at your cubicle and apologises for keeping you up last night. “It’s not your fault. I wanted to talk to you.” He smiles at this and gives your shoulder a supportive pat. “You’ll get it done.”

For the rest of the day, he leaves you alone—other than bringing you a mug of tea—and honestly, that was for the best. You do manage to catch up on and finish all the work so you text Jihoon the good news. He suggests ice cream after work to celebrate and you agree.

Your manager stops by your cubicle to compliment your hard work. “And I saw you being extra smiley with Jihoon. Good luck.” Before you can refute her statement with any type of defense, she disappears.

Extra smiley. Hm.

At the end of the day, Jihoon meets you at your cubicle once again and this time, you don’t have anything for him to carry except your comically large tote bag that you bring into the office everyday. Before you two leave, you grab your heels from under your desk that you change out of everyday upon arrival to the office. You attempt to put them in your bag, but Jihoon shakes his head. “Put those on.”

“Why?”

“We’re going out to dinner. As a date.” He reveals. You drop the heels back on the floor. “You really are a sad sap.” You remark, sliding one of your sneakers off. “Not for everyone.”

“So you’re saying I’m special?”

“Something like that, yeah.” He speaks nonchalantly. Coming from him, though, these words mean a lot to you. Ever since his initial confession, you can tell not all of his confidence is there. But it’s your goal to show him that he doesn’t have to try as hard, he’s already got you.

As you struggle with getting your sock off, Jihoon groans. “Hurry up, the reservation is for six o’clock.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Reservation? Wow, you must really like me.” He watches as you slip the other heel on. “You know that already. Come on.” He grabs your hand and leads you to the elevator. You press the down button and wait for the elevator to come up. In that time, Jihoon takes your bag from you and fixes the wrinkles in your dress.

The two of you step into the elevator and after hitting 1, the doors close and it begins its descent. In the reflective doors, Jihoon stares at you. “You’re so pretty.” He says. “Am I?” You respond. He nods. “Thank you, my sad sap.” You add, pausing for dramatic effect.

“Okay, you were pretty until about five seconds ago.” He clarifies, but holds your hand tighter all the while. He thinks maybe you’re right, he is a sad sap. But only when it comes to you.

[the end]

SIKEEEEE

BONUS

You’re almost giggling on your way to the copy room. As soon as you saw Jihoon go in there, you knew it was your cue. It wasn’t any type of plan or anything, but lately, you guys have only been able to meet in the copy room because everyone has gotten extremely suspicious of you guys and you didn’t wanna say anything.

As soon as you make it to the room, you shut the door and see your boyfriend already working on the machine. You hop up and make your place on the counter while Jihoon does his thing. “Clear?” He asks with his back to you. “Clear. For now. Come here.” You hold your arms out just as he turns to you and he makes his way over. “Missed you last night.” You whisper. He leans in to your embrace and presses a kiss to your lips. “Me too. Let’s get dinner tonight.” All your plans with Jihoon have been spontaneous because the workload has been unpredictable lately. If you both end the day with no incomplete assignments, you’ll go out and do something together, but if not, you save it for another day.

His print job ends and he reluctantly breaks away from you to go grab his copies. There’s only maybe twenty in the stack, but he asks you if you have any to make. You hand him the sheet you’re copying and he starts it up for you while you wait patiently on the counter. You zone out to the sound of Jihoon clicking around on the printer settings, so much so that you don’t hear him when he asks you how many copies you need. He asks again, “How many copies, baby?”

“Oh! Sorry, thirty-six please.” He’s not annoyed you weren’t listening. In fact, he smiles a little bit and is amused.

He inputs the amount you need and waits for the machine to start printing before making his way back to you. “What do you feel like for dinner?” He asks, caging you in with his arms. “Not sure, but not seafood.”

He pouts. “But baby, I love seafood.”

“Then you can go get seafood and I’ll stay home and watch Queen of Tears.” He gasps at this idea. Even though you’re not serious, he fakes being upset for a second.

A moment later, the door opens and your manager Claudette walks in. She doesn’t see you two right away, but once she does, she says “Oh brother,” and walks right out. She leaves the door open and you can hear her call out to someone else and say, “You owe me twenty dollars!”

You and Jihoon exchange a look. “Who do you think she’s talking to?” You ask him. He pauses for a second and moves away from you. “Me.”

“What?” But he’s already on his way out of the room. “See you later!” He doesn’t realise that he’s forgotten his copies so you’ll definitely be seeing him again soon.

The office will definitely be on fire by tomorrow with this news, you’re already aware. On the bright side, though, you can finally celebrate your first public couple activity: getting bullied by the entire office.

[the end (real)]

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