#I’m doing them quite the favor really because I managed to free up FIVE SHELVES for bio

[beauzos]

I need to ask my job for more hours. I don’t make enough to be able to get the insurance I need when I get kicked off my parents’ insurance at the end of this year. Also maybe I’d have more time to fucking work on projects they supposedly want done but will never give closers any time to do. I’ve been working on a project once a week and it’s like pulling teeth to even have them allow me that. That said social science finally got reorganized and it looks great. Fixes to memoirs inbound but I probably won’t be able to touch it again till next Sunday.

[pandawritesmanythings]

Loki x Reader (Medieval AU)

Chapter Summary: You need to ask questions, but talking with Loki is surprisingly pleasant...

Warnings: Mentions of natural disasters.

Word Count: 1,919k

A/N: I love writing these two chatting TvT. Thank you guys so much for the support! Y’all are awesome!

Masterlist

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It was the meeting time with Loki.

This was going to be something else, wasn't it?

In all honesty, you had been looking forward to discussing the book with him, but there were more pressing matters in your hands and right now you really weren't in the mood for a pointless discussion.

Sigyn had come by late at night, a piece of paper on her hand. She had memorized as many points about the meeting she could have and written them down for you. You profusely thanked her and then proceeded to spend the rest of the night sleepless because of what you had read.

You wanted to confirm it with Loki though. Two accounts are more trustworthy than one, after all. And you wondered... Did he trust you enough to tell you?

After eating breakfast with the queen and some of the other ladies of the court, you made your way towards the library, Steve hot in your trail. 

He had yet to confront you about leaving yesterday unannounced and without supervision, but there was a chance he actually didn't know about it. Until he gave any other indication you weren't about to open your mouth.

He, in fact, quietly escorted you to the library and didn't say much. Which honestly weirded you out a little, but you decided to let it slide.

"Hey." He called when you were about to enter. "Call if you need me, alright?"

It felt like there was something else he wanted to say but... "I will. I promise." You smiled, trying to ease the obvious tension he had.

The library was enormous. You took a moment to actually look at it in detail. The columns of marble extended floors above until they stopped at the dome-shaped high ceiling. The ceiling was also painted with depictions of the royal family generation by generation enjoying the knowledge found in the books. They all seemed to be resting on top of clouds, some with books on their laps, others with scrolls on their hands. Paintings of the most delicate nature. 

But despite the architectural beauty, the most incredible thing was the number of books and scrolls that the room held. The shelves were so high they almost reached the roof. And as far as you could see, there was no space in any of the shelves to fit any new books. That probably was why the wall on the far back seemed to be draped with fabric instead of there being an actual wall. 

"They're remodeling and extending it to the room next door," Loki spoke suddenly, making you gasp in surprise.

"My prince. I- Please do not scare me like that!"

He let out a hum of a laugh, but judging by the hand curled over his mouth he probably was far more amused than he let on. "Well, I hate to keep disappointing you so I figured I might as well keep you on your toes."

Oh, how I want to slap that smirk off your face.

You took in a deep breath. "Fair. But please refrain from making my heart stop next time." You said as you rounded him and took your usual spot by the window.

"Well, I shall make no promises." He smirked as he walked towards you and sat at an appropriate distance on the same window seat.

You clutched the book in your hands in front of you and showed it to him with a proud smile.

He raised an eyebrow playfully, "So I guess you managed to accomplish my commission?"

"I asked you not to underestimate me, right?"

You both began discussing the three first chapters of the book, which still ended up amazing him the fact that you were on chapter 10 already. He almost didn't believe it, but when you began referring to future chapters... Well, he had no other choice but to believe you.

"I find that writing tragedy, be it fiction or not, is a way to let out your own pain." You said without really thinking.

"You think?" He asked, leaning a bit forward, interested in what you were saying.

"Well, of course. For example, the writer of this story is telling someone else's, but how can you explain the level of detail and emotion that is in there? I do not think anyone that hasn't felt despair before could have written this..." Your hand glided the carved cover of the book. There was something almost magical about it, sadly ethereal... Even if magic wasn't something that was truly real...

"What else is the world but a balance of sadness and joy? You feel each's highs and lows when the other feeling is present. You can't have one without the other, just like you can't have light without the dark." Loki said looking out the window in thought.

"Who said that?" You asked with curiosity.

"Me. Just now." He deadpanned you.

You let out a small laugh, which shook your shoulders. "Sorry, that was stupid."

He laughed back, his eyes back to looking out at the sea. "No, it's fine. It was just a thought."

"So you are a poet?" You asked.

"What I am varies from moment to moment."

"So who are you right now?"

"Who would you like me to be?" He turned to you. Was it just your imagination, or did his eyes look brighter with the light that was coming through the window?

You took a moment to find your answer "I think I'd like to know Loki."

He seemed momentarily taken aback by your request. "Alright. What would you like to know about him?"

You hummed and looked down at the book in your lap, an idea suddenly popping onto your head, "At what age did you begin to read on your own?" You asked and settled onto the couches, hugging your book.

"Heh..." He breathed out a laugh, "I would guess... About 6 years old. By then I had told mother I didn't want her to read to me anymore, and I began looking for books on my own. You?"

"Aww, father read to me until I was ten. I always liked how calm he was when he read out stories. And it seemed to calm us both down. But I began reading on my own at 5." You got lost in the memory. "Sometimes we still read together, when we're too stressed out."

"Sounds peaceful."

"It was... I'm afraid I can't really do that anymore."

You really couldn't, not only because of the physical distance but ever since Morgan had been born she and Pepper had taken most of his free time. Which you understood, after all, Morgan was his little girl, and Pepper was his wife. It still didn't make it any less hard to have so little time with your dad. 

"What of your brother?" 

"You shall meet him soon." You suddenly perked up by the mention of Peter. "He and his mentor, Doctor Stephen Strange should be arriving between today and tomorrow."

"I believe you mentioned it in the throne room."

"I just hope passage is favorable." Your brow furrowed in concern, "What I said about disaster season, I meant it."

"I've heard some of the border cities with Asgard also receive some damage due to it. Is it truly that bad?" He asked. "I haven't seen much information on the matter."

"It's not good. That much is very true. Of course, is not like getting a tsunami but..." You raised an eyebrow at him teasingly.

Loki chuckled at that. "How do you know that?"

"I've been to council meetings before, silver-tongue. I've heard things."

Asgard had a phenomenon. A natural phenomenon that was exclusive to them. Every five years, on an almost exact date, a tsunami, the size of a four-story building would rush into the coast.

Hence, why the castle and a large part of the city were on a hill.

"I thought we could keep up the act." He playfully smirked.

"That only works with the common folk, silver-tongue," You replied, "The glitter of Asgard doesn't shine as bright up close."

"That's not the impression you gave me when you were gawking at the library." He raised an eyebrow, playfully.

Your eyes widened, but you tried to control your expression, instead, you ended up smiling shyly. "Well, there are some good things here. I will acknowledge it."

"Hmm. Glad you do." He looked around a hint of nostalgia dancing in his eyes. "It is the most beautiful place in the palace."

"I agree. Not even the throne room is this intricate."

"What of the library back at Midgard?"

"It is also a beautiful place, however, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I love the place, but you have to see it for yourself." You replied.

"Then, it will be a pleasure to visit your home soon."

Was it the smirk? The way his shoulders were relaxed? Or the spark in his eyes which made your stomach flip? Or was it the fact that you had referred to a future where the two of you were together?

"You think I'll just end up going with you, princess?"

"I believe you won't be able to resist my charm." You playfully fanned yourself with the book and batted your eyelashes.

"I'm sorry to disappoint."

"Again? Oh, Odinson. You are becoming predictable." You loved to tease him. And you loved the way the corner of his eyes would crinkle when he smirked back at you.

Loved?

You ended up giggling, while he tried to hide his smile by looking down at his book and flipping pages.

"But, about my brother, he and I have always been close. He came into my life when I was eight years old. He was a newborn at the time." You returned to his previous question.

"At the time?"

"Well... yes. Father adopted both Peter and me."

Did tome stop?

Did time stop at that moment for Loki Odinson?

It might as well have. You were adopted. And you knew. And you seemed to be alright with it. And your father and brother loved you. Did you understand? What if he...

"... since he owed them, we couldn't possibly leave their son all alone, my father agreed to raise him. Both his uncle and aunt were quite grateful. She still pays him visits often, and Peter and I visit his uncle's grave every..." You noticed his far off look, "Loki? Are you all alright?

"Yes. Of course."

He was closing off. You could sense it, the way he said those words, it was as if the wall you had been working to tear was rebuilding itself.

"Look, I know that being adopted technically means that my little sister Morgan should be the heir to the throne, but please do not go running off. If you go propose to my little sister I will drop you from a cliff." You nudged him.

The absurd comment seemed to take him off guard, at least enough to make him chuckle in amazement at your statement.

It was at that moment when you suddenly remembered. What you had set out to ask him but ended up forgetting from diving into an easy conversation with him.

"Loki?"

"Yes?" He was smiling, but you could tell he understood something was going on from your tone.

"I need to ask you something."

"I'll see if I have an answer." He sat straight, hands resting on his knees.

"Are the Jotuns really invading Midgard?"

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[drowningbydegrees]

TITLE: Even in the Dark I Know You (Part 2 of 3) SHIP (if applicable): Geraskier PROMPT DAY: Five - Loneliness MEDIUM (Netflix, Books, Games, Hexer): Netflix WARNINGS: No archive warnings apply, but canon typical violence SUMMARY:

The thing is, he’s seen Geralt in a bad way. Even the witcher can’t always avoid injury in his line of work, and so Jaskier has plenty of practice patching him up. But this is new, and it makes something awful and anxious twist in Jaskier’s stomach.

A contract goes wrong leaving Geralt captive and stripped of most of his senses by the time Jaskier gets to him.

WORD COUNT: 3,219 (5,361 total) AUTHOR’S NOTES: Written for @geraltwhumpweek Part one covered Day four. This one covers the prompt for day five and part three  will be for day six. Ultimately, it’s hurt/comfort. The comfort part is a little bit this part, but mostly the next. 

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Geralt recognizes that Jaskier’s insistence on assisting isn’t new. He’ll concede that sometimes it’s even genuinely helpful. Only, he’s never been quite so conscious any of those times, and everything is cast in a different light - or lack thereof - being able to move of his own volition and still managing to be so utterly lost. Their exit is far too peaceful to be much of a secret which almost guarantees they have an audience that Geralt cannot see or shy away from. What shred of dignity remains bitterly wishes Jaskier had just left him instead of leading him out of this place like some wayward pet. 

There is no hazy light at the top of the stairs this time, only Jaskier's free hand coming to rest on his arm in a steadying gesture when their trajectory takes them upward. It isn’t necessary. He isn’t helpless. Geralt opens his mouth to say as much, but his body picks just then to betray him, the toe of his boot catching on a stair. He doesn’t fall, not really, but the forward lurch leaves Geralt chastened enough not to jerk out of Jaskier’s grip the way he wants to. 

He’s been pushing against this spell for days, but nothingness still sprawls in every direction. No matter how hard Geralt strains to hear, silence is all that greets him. What information he can glean with his remaining senses is woefully inadequate for anything more strenuous than existing. Under his shoes, he can feel when they cross the threshold from the marbled palace floors to the cobbled pathway outside. There’s a very slight give later when stone is traded for damp, muddy streets. 

They’re walking through town probably, but Geralt can't smell people or animals or even the aftermath of rain he knows must be lingering in the air from the way it settles on his skin. They might be surrounded by villagers or stumbling through the dead of night, and much to Geralt's horror, he realizes he wouldn't recognize the difference. Jaskier is probably prattling away about something the way he always does, and Geralt notes with a distant sort of sorrow that he misses even that.  

His only anchor is Jaskier's hand in his, their palms flush, the bard’s fingers slid neatly between his. It's the closest Geralt has to a lighthouse in the storm he's trapped in. How do you know it's even Jaskier? Some fretting thing in him whispers its doubt because he’s never had to recognize someone with so little to go on, but that, at least, is fleeting. Jaskier often rubs the pads of his thumb and forefinger together when he's anxious. It's the same cadence of Jaskier's thumb sliding back and forth over Geralt's knuckles. 

"Jaskier," he says, or thinks he does. He can feel the vibration of his vocal cords anyway, though he cannot hear himself speak. He must given the immediate response it earns him. The bard’s hand squeezes his, and there’s a hand patting his forearm through the fabric of his shirt in the way Jaskier tends to in the rare, awkward instances where he’s trying to be… comforting or something, and can’t find the words to do so.  

Geralt allows himself to be convinced because what else is there? Suspicion set aside, Geralt trades out pointless caution for a more ambient sort of misery.. 

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It’s easy, even for Jaskier, to get stuck on the fact that Geralt isn’t very talkative and leave it at that. The truth is more complex, the bard comes to realize as they trudge back to the inn. Instinctively, he’s adapted to the ways Geralt does communicate, leaving room for a noncommittal ‘hmm’ here, glancing over in anticipation of a raised eyebrow there. All this time they’ve had a language of their own, written so deeply into the way they exist in each other’s space that even Jaskier doesn’t really notice until it’s lost. No longer is Geralt’s silence long suffering or irritated or maybe a little bit reluctantly fond. It’s just silence and Jaskier has no idea how to coax him out of it. 

Jaskier knows that ego or stubbornness would have Geralt licking his wounds in peace under any other circumstances. It’s only the fact that he has no way of orienting himself that keeps his hand in Jaskier’s. Somehow, even knowing, it still aches when they finally reach the room, and barely get the door closed before Geralt pulls out of his grip. It’s a safe place to start, and Jaskier is glad he left the witcher’s things where he’d found them earlier if it means Geralt finds his way any more easily. 

Though speaking up wouldn’t make any difference, Jaskier watches in silence as Geralt feels out the edges of the cramped sleeping room. The witcher’s fingers brush along the top of the dresser, the windowsill beside it. There’s a tub in the corner, full of clean water from a bath Geralt must have called for and never returned to indulge in. It’s long since gone frigid judging by the way Geralt’s nose scrunches when his hand skims the surface. 

The bed is like most beds in most inns in most towns they pass through. It’s passable, big enough for two if they don’t mind close quarters. The blankets are ragged and sort of threadbare, but at least they look clean. There is a brief moment where Jaskier wonders if he ought to break with their usual habit and get a room of his own, to spare Geralt in whatever way he can, but it’s an idea almost immediately discarded. Geralt circles the bed and returns to Jaskier, hands outstretched until they find the loose fabric of Jaskier’s chemise sleeve. He does not so much as twitch when Jaskier says his name, and there’s no ignoring in that moment that this wouldn’t just be leaving his friend to fumble through his routine without anyone to witness the challenge of it. He’d be leaving Geralt with no idea that he was just down the hall. 

“You’re going to grouch about this, I’m sure,” Jaskier offers up conversationally, though Geralt can’t possibly hear him to reply. When Geralt lets him go in favor of feeling his way back towards the tub, Jaskier flops down on the bed. “The things we do for love.”

---

At least igni doesn’t fail him. He’s heated up water a thousand times, and even without his senses to guide him, Geralt manages fine. The victory is tiny and largely insignificant, but desperately needed. It’s still a death sentence in his line of work, to be hampered like this, but that’s a concern he shelves long enough to shed his torn, dirty clothes and sink into the almost too hot water. Though it stings at wounds he’d nearly forgotten even having, drawing a quiet, pained hiss through his teeth, settling in the tub is otherwise heavenly. 

Not quietly enough, Geralt realizes with a start. If he’d at least had his sense of smell, he’d have expected Jaskier at his back, but instead, the gentle pressure of the bard’s hand around his shoulder is an unpleasant shock. He snarls and pulls away, unable to hear the placating explanation Jaskier is inevitably offering up. Whatever the words may be, they’re accompanied by a bottle being pressed into his hand that he recognizes the shape of, though he’s rarely touched it himself. It’s a question, an offer, drawing Geralt’s focus enough that the tension slowly bleeds back out. 

With a resigned sigh, Geralt allows a single, terse nod and settles against the side of the tub once more. They’ve done this often enough that he can believe Jaskier’s fingers burrowing into the knotted mess of his hair are driven by something other than pity. He doesn’t really know what does motivate the bard, mind you, but this isn’t such a new thing as to set Geralt on edge. 

And it’s pleasant, in a manner Geralt won’t allow himself to need, but takes refuge in just this once. It doesn’t matter that he’s been stripped of his vision when his eyes are closed to the world anyway. The lavender oil Jaskier is currently using to detangle his hair is familiar enough that Geralt doesn’t need to be able to smell it. It’s enough that he can recognize the slickness of it. The unwelcome silence he’s drowning in is more easily ignored with Jaskier rubbing soothingly at his scalp. If he misses anything, it’s the soft, aimless tunes Jaskier tends to hum in moments like these. He thinks he might hear an echo of it, but it’s only his imagination, wishful thinking as he lets Jaskier’s fingertips trace circles at his temples and card through his hair. Geralt drifts without really meaning to, coaxed ever so briefly into something other than an overwhelming sense of affliction.  

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Foolishly, Jaskier lets himself believe things are looking up. They sleep the way they always do, side by side, and in the dark Jaskier can almost pretend it’s all normal. Only Geralt’s fingers splaying over Jaskier’s heart suggest anything is amiss, and Jaskier pretends not to notice. He turns away to smile, though Geralt can’t see it anyway. With any luck, things will be back to normal in the morning. 

Nothing is back to normal in the morning, not that Jaskier knows that. Geralt is still fast asleep when Jaskier wakes, and as far as the bard is concerned, that’s the best thing for everyone. Melitlele knows the man needs it after the state Jaskier found him in. 

There’s no real need to be quiet, but Jaskier holds his breath out of some ingrained habit. Jaskier risks a careful caress, sweeping Geralt’s hair from his face, and leaves the witcher to sleep. With any luck, he’ll come back with breakfast and Geralt will be back to his usual, taciturn self, and they’ll waste little time in putting this town far behind them. 

As it turns out, the letter the lord sent him back to the inn with has secured them a surprisingly obliging innkeeper. So, his efforts to acquire breakfast go well. They might be the only thing that goes well. 

The bed is empty when Jaskier returns, and Geralt is packing. Trying to, anyway. It’s less of a wreck than Jaskier would expect from anyone else in this predicament, but for someone as terrifyingly competent as Geralt, it still breaks his heart to see. Thinking only of the need to somehow comfort his friend, Jaskier sets the tray he’d been carrying aside and reaches out. He does realize his mistake, but only when Geralt startles and pushes him away like some sort of threat. Funny, he’d always thought it would be entertaining to finally get the drop on Geralt. It is, in fact, not entertaining at all. 

Geralt takes a wary step closer, and for a second Jaskier thinks he’s severely miscalculated. Only, there’s no violence in Geralt’s body language when he reaches out. Instead, his fingers carefully trace the outline of Jaskier’s face the way he’d done in the dungeon. Finally, finally, he relaxes, apparently satisfied with whatever he’s found. Jaskier swallows against the unanticipated intimacy and wonders if Geralt can feel the way his cheeks heat up a little, but if the witcher notices, he doesn’t say so. Not that he says much on a good day, and this is… not a good day.

It’ll pass Jaskier reminds himself as they muddle through breakfast and then everything that comes after to varying degrees of success. Geralt might be even less well equipped for idleness than Jaskier is, bristling like a particularly affronted house cat at what the bard can only assume are imagined provocations, because it’s not as if he’s said anything. It’ll pass. Jaskier believes that. He just very much wishes he knew when. 

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They’re still at the inn. Geralt is aware of that much, for all the good it does him. The days have started to bleed together, and they’re still at this blasted inn, and Geralt doesn’t know why. Jaskier seems rather insistent on delaying the inevitable future where they have to contend with reality, and the worst part of it is that even if Geralt bothers to ask, he couldn’t possibly hear the bard’s explanation. 

Unless, maybe, he’s just waiting for Geralt to find his footing. It seems like the sort of foolishly compassionate thing Jaskier would do. That isn’t fair, Geralt knows, when the thought crosses his mind, but Jaskier’s endless optimism is more than he can handle being the recipient of just now. 

Said endlessly optimistic bard has curled in against Geralt in sleep. His breath comes in soft puffs against the witcher’s throat, his presence soothing as much as Geralt doesn’t want it to be. He’s trapped Geralt’s hand between his own and the broad expanse of his chest, a steady heartbeat thumping against the witcher’s palm, announcing his continued existence. It’s proof of life, and Geralt despises that when he pulls his hand out from under Jaskier’s, it feels like losing a desperately needed tether. Blind, deaf, or otherwise, Geralt cannot need this to get by.

So instead, he sets about finding his footing. It’s likely night if Jaskier’s presence in bed is anything to judge by, so hopefully that means he can try this without an audience. At the very least, Jaskier isn’t awake to try and stop him. Gritting his teeth in frustration at the time it takes, he searches out his clothes and boots. There’s no certainty he hasn’t woken Jaskier with his efforts, but there’s no telltale hand on his back when he sits to tug his boots on, no one grasping at his hand when he gets to his feet.  

One hand outstretched, Geralt finds his way. One, two, three steps to the door, where the handle is cool under his palm and turns with ease. He remembers enough of the inn to know there’s a window to the right and a hall to the left, so he braces against the wall, feeling out door frames and counting steps until he reaches the empty gap telling him he’s found the staircase. 

He stumbles on the first, but the rest are easier, evenly spaced and simple enough to descend. The bottom floor is heralded by the end of the stair railing, and much to Geralt’s relief, he catches himself before tipping forward too precariously. If only the rest could be so easy. 

Because he remembers the room, sort of. He remembers that there are tables. That there is a bar at the far end. That the exit is horribly far away from the staircase and that it’s all too much empty space to serve as a guide. None of that stops Geralt from trying, slowly picking his way across the floor and hoping to whatever deity might listen to faithless witchers that he’s at least alone in his fumbling. 

The trek to the door is embarrassingly arduous. He grits his teeth when his knee knocks against a bench. He sucks in a sharp breath when he’s tripped up by what he thinks might be a fallen tankard. The whole thing might as well be an eternity, and Geralt isn’t sure what the point is if the rest of his - probably very short life - is going to be like this. But he does reach the door. 

The cool breeze that meets him bolsters Geralt’s resolve. There was a point to all this. It’s probably cheating to try and do this in a place he mostly remembers, but he has to start somewhere, and checking on Roach seems as worthwhile a place to start as any. There won’t be any walls to guide him, but Geralt thinks he knows the way more or less, and if he counts the steps, maybe not every time will have to be such a damned event. 

Geralt does not, more or less, know the way. He finds his footing, picks out a path clear enough that walking feels almost normal, in a direction that should end with the doors to a stable. It doesn’t. It doesn’t end with doors to anything, and by the time Geralt recognizes the error, there’s soft grass squelching under his boots. The inn was near the edge of town. Geralt remembers that much at least. So it follows that he’s simply gone the wrong direction. 

“Fuck,” Geralt mutters under his breath, and again more emphatically as the breadth of his trouble sinks in. He’d turned around, reaching a few steps to one side in search for a stable that clearly doesn’t exist, and there’s no telling what direction he’s even facing now. It should be a simple thing to turn around and go back, but now there’s no telling if a given step will take him back to civilization or risk him being hopelessly lost.

And then there’s the rain. He would have smelled it. He would have heard the distant rumble of thunder that must come with a downpour like this. He would have seen the gathering shadows overhead that have all opted to pour their sorrows out on him. If the mage had left him with anything at all, he could have at least avoided this. 

But the only thing she left him with was the chill of a harsh downpour that saturates his clothes, and the knowledge that a deluge like this will keep villagers indoors and away from wherever he’s accidentally wandered off to. Aimlessly, he reaches out and while the tree he eventually finds his way to is hardly a refuge, it’s the best he’s likely to get. 

Exhausted in a way that has nothing to do with lack of sleep, Geralt sits at the base of the tree. The ground has already gone muddy under the grass, but he can’t bring himself to care. Mud is the least of his problems when he’s fallen so far as to have to wait for help to walk back to a rented room at an inn he doesn’t even know how Jaskier is paying for where he will continue to lose track of time… and everything else. 

Geralt has been captured, chained up, jailed, but he’s never been trapped like this, alone in his own head. He cannot listen for approaching footsteps or strain to hear a familiar melody. He cannot scent the air for the presence of some other life nearby. Even the fuzzy outlines he’d briefly grasped onto the first time the mage did this have failed him now. He thinks back to Jaskier’s hand leading him through town, to the bard’s fingers threading through his hair, to the steady heartbeat he’s memorized the shape of under his palm. Even these lifelines are no more than individual points of contact, always one gesture away from being lost to him entirely. 

Geralt thinks he understands loneliness. He knows what it is to be alone, and usually professes to prefer it, even if he lets Jaskier chase after him. But here, in the confines of his own head, Geralt learns what it is to be well and truly isolated, knowing the only possible respite is someone else’s mercy offering a momentary connection. Laid this low, Geralt can only sit with his head bowed beneath the pouring rain.

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Please, Please, Please. // Jubes & Jono

@short-fuse-long-jacket

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of weeks since the last time they were at Orthodox, and potentially the third time in the past month or two. Ever since their first visit Jono hadn’t had a very easy time masking just how much he’d wanted to go back, and back, and back. He hadn’t quite gotten to the point of going by himself, and he inwardly hoped he never irritated Jubilee to the point of her not wanting to go with him, what for all the pestering.

There were no secrets about how difficult it was for Jono to operate in everyday life without getting stared at and singled out. It was a large part of why he stuck to such a dark, monochromatic palette; he figured it helped him blend in, try to remain unassuming. He didn’t have to worry about that here, and the freeing effect that had was swift and clear. Tonight Jono wore a royal blue button down that was both more colorful and more fitted than his usual fare, unbuttoned partially down his chest for the sake of his intentionally loose bandaging, letting light seep through the cracks. The shirt was tucked neatly into a pair of dark wash jeans and his hand was tucked just as neatly in Jubilee’s, gesturing towards the first bar once they were into the thick of it. /Buy you a drink, luv?/

The second they were inside the actual club she could see the shift in Jono, his shoulders relaxing, his stance becoming less defensive. She gave his hand a squeeze, grinning up at him. It wasn't that she didn't find the other patrons interesting, she did, just after more than a few visits to Orthodox in the past months it had stopped being quite so enthralling, watching Jono hadn't.

She gave him an affectionate bump from shoulder to hip (her shoulder to hip anyway). "Just one, please, then can we dance?" She twisted a little, making her dress twirl out. Her outfit was a little less date-y than she'd worn the previous times they'd gone out, and was a little more Jubilee. From a distance the dress looked black with some kind of polkadot pattern, but up close you could see the PAC man graphics repeating along the fabric. It was finally warm enough to go without tights, but bright yellow heels, a messy braid and some hella blue eye shadow completed the look. "I have to tell you what Alex did today."

/Ugh,/ Jono replied automatically and with an equally dramatic eyeroll, even as he appreciated the twist and the swirl of fabric, his fingertips lightly brushing over the skin exposed by the scoop in the back of her dress. /And here I thought we were going to have a nice night,/ he added good-naturedly, his arm settling around Jubilee’s waist to keep her close, half due to the press of the crowd and half because he wanted to.

It wasn’t difficult to find a spot at the bar, because even in a place like this Jono managed to clear space for himself by virtue of being somewhat on fire, curls of energy sneaking through the purposefully careless bandaging. He leaned one elbow on the bar and nodded to the telekinetic behind it, who smiled at the both of them and nodded in reply; they were starting to get noticed as regulars, even in this sea of thoroughly noticeable mutants.

"Think again, hot stuff." She quipped, sliding her hand into his back pocket to keep her arm from being trapped between them (no other motive, none) and kept her expression as innocent as possible. The five seconds it lasted were probably the longest she'd gone without looking like some kind of trouble in years, but all good things must end. "We're gonna have an awesome night." She shot him a wink that fell somewhere between ridiculous and flirty (which was more or less where she lived).

They came up to the bar and people shifted to make room, though the way people parted here seemed less about fear and more about trying very politely to not get singed. Jubilee sent the bartender a jaunty salute when she nodded their way and waited for her to come over. The woman levitated some bottles and had them pouring in a complicated dance, the drinks smoothly hovering to the people who ordered them. When she finished that round she made her way to them, smiling widely.

Her voice came out in a smooth drawl, not like Rogue's, something further west that Jubilee found oddly comforting. "Welcome back. Something sweet for you," she tipped her head at Jubilee who nodded enthusiastically, and bottles were already leaving the shelves and counter behind her, "and you, ready to take the plunge?" She flicked her eyes to the side, giving the injection apparatus a significant look.

/Ah, not just yet, I don’t think. Thanks, Angel, luv./ They still weren’t 100% on whether that was her real name or a mutant moniker. Plenty of mutants outside of the X-Men had started adopting codename-esque nicknames, sometimes for fun but often for safety. Jono doubted that Angel had much to fear with the hulking four-armed man who often accompanied her to give side-eye to overly drunk or friendly clientele, but better safe than sorry.

Jono’s fingertips absently traced the scoop of the dress at Jubilee’s back before his hand flattened there, warm against her skin while he watched the floating bottles expertly and precisely pouring a drink with layers like a sunrise. His eyes spared the faintly glowing purple tube connected to the injector a brief look before turning his attention back to Jubilee with a smile in the corners of his eyes, content to pay her more attention than the room around them like she had been for him earlier. /That drink looks like it’ll have enough sugar to keep you goin’ for a few hours yet,/ Jono figured as he pulled a couple of bills out the pocket not occupied by her hand, sliding them across the bar.

When Angel went to take another order she sent a mental whisper to Jono, /You ever decide to try that, I'm paying./ She insisted. Since one of them didn't eat or drink it made splitting the bill a moot point, so she was calling dibs on that, should it ever happen. Not that she really expected it to any time soon though, so she was already planning to take him to a movie or concert next weekend.

"As if I need it." She replied, watching the bottles move back into place. Her drink levitated over over, layers mixing slightly.  Jubilee called out a thank you to Angel, took a sip and repeated the thanks with even more enthusiasm. She'd taken to just saying she wanted something sweet and letting Angel figure the rest out, whatever this was had just a little bit of sourness to it to stop the sweetness from being too overpowering. "Our usual spot?" She asked, looking up at Jono to find his eyes already on her. She felt her cheeks heat but didn't look away like she might have done a month ago, instead she stretched up, silently asking for a kiss.

/We don’t even know how much that costs,/ Jono replied dubiously but not without an air of both amusement and absent affection; that she would even offer meant a lot. He inclined his head to bump his nose against Jubilee’s before pressing a kiss to her lips that would’ve lingered longer if not for the other people antsy to take their spot at the bar. He nodded lightly in response to her question as he straightened up, hand finding the small of Jubilee’s back so he could trail her through the crowd.

Their usual spot was a couch with a prime mix of privacy and a good angle for people-watching, something they had both learned to do with just the right level of discretion. Jono also figured that he’d had enough of being stared at in his life that he could return the favor every now and again.

He paused only briefly as they reached their (remarkably vacant) spot, frowning and taking advantage of his height to crane his neck over the crowd for a moment, then settled himself down next to Jubilee with long limbs stretched out as much as space would allow, and a thoughtful look. /Think I might’ve seen one’a my students./

She gestured as wide as she could in the cramped space with a wry smile on her lips. /Behold the field in which I grow my fucks. Long has it lain fallow./ She gave him a smile that said she wasn't going to budge on this.

She went up on her toes to return the kiss, pausing for a second before heading off into the crunch of people, knowing he'd be right behind her. When she made it to 'their' area she flopped onto the sofa with enthusiasm, sending her skirt into disarray, the bright yellow crinoline under it showing even after she tried to smooth to smooth it out. Whatever.

"Yeah?" Then a sudden thought and wave of responsibility, "Wait, current or former? Are they allowed to be here? Is that our job? Are we those adults now? Oh god, we're adults." The stream of consciousness ended there in horror, then another beat and then tentative after a sudden thought, though she honestly didn't think it was the case, "Are they not supposed to see us?"

Jono glanced at Jubilee with quiet amusement for the string of questions, stretching one arm over the back of the couch to rest comfortably around her shoulders. The last question seemed to surprise him, as if he hadn’t even considered it and wasn’t expecting her to ask (which, he hadn’t and he wasn’t). /I don’t give a toss whether they see us or whether they’re allowed to be here. S��one of my current students, and if you ask me, I should give them a specific assignment to come here./

Jono figured that if it could help his own self-consciousness -- of all the unhelpable, rock-bottom conditions -- it could probably help anyone.

/I think people’ve gotten the idea about us already,/ he added, deceptively casual in the tone of the statement. /At least, I’ve certainly caught wind of people talkin’./

"Ok, see? That's why you're the hot teacher. Mandatory club field trips. Also, sweet, I don't want to be that kind of adult." She settled back into her seat, snuggling up against him as much as she could while still being able to look at him. She wouldn't argue, the fact that this would be a positive experience aside, if they were here they weren't traveling to alternate dimensions or being kidnapped or brainwashed or any of the other things that happened when they went off on their own at that age. Maybe they'd have gotten in less trouble if they'd had something like this when they were a bit younger. "I'm not sure I want to know which one, I'll be too tempted to make finger guns at them in the hall." She secretly hoped it was Shark Girl. Lies. She secretly hoped it was all of them.

She bit her lip and looked away. "Yeaaaah. You've been gettin' that vibe too, then?" She set her drink down and fiddled with her braid. "I've gotten some questions...more than normal anyway." After they started...whatever this was, wasn't the first time she'd been asked if they were together. She'd assumed back then that it was just people assuming that men and women can't be friends, but now she wondered if they'd seen something she hadn't.

She grinned, waggling her eyebrows. “Guess we've stirred up the rumor mill a little. What have you been hearing?" Her favorite so far was definitely the one about their secret engagement, not that she'd be the first to bring that particular one up, even if she did find it hilarious.

Jono chuckled absently and shook his head when Jubilee wiggled her eyebrows, giving her shoulders an affectionate squeeze that doubled as pulling her in to nuzzle against her temple, mindful of where his bandages parted. /I think yer just a little more approachable than I am./ Understatement of the century. /Haven’t gotten a lot of direct questions, but I’ve noticed my students exchanging looks when yer walkin’ me to class. Roxy did ask point-blank if there was somethin’ goin’ on between us, though./

Bling always was one of the more forward in his class, and Jono honestly admired her for that. It was typical for mutants with very obvious mutations to become withdrawn -- much like Jono -- but Roxy was too strong-natured for that.

/So, I told her yes,/ Jono finished with a small shrug, then seemed to have a thought as he shifted uncomfortably. /Kurt kinda caught wind earlier’n most. Early enough that I insisted nothin’ was goin’ on and that I was sure you only saw me as family, because… that’s what I thought, at the time./

She felt a wisp of flame lick near her face when he tugged her close, just a little flash of heat before it was gone again and it didn't stop her from leaning into his touch.

"Only a little." She teased, "Might have something to do with me being a nosy neon weirdo." A grin showed that she wasn't being self deprecating at all, she liked all those things about herself. "Or it might be that people are still like, mega-protective of me and hafta check on me every ten minutes." She felt confident in guessing more staff had talked to her than Jono, though she got her fair share of student interest too.

She was pretty sure they'd gotten similar looks when people saw them together before, and they just hadn't noticed. She didn't correct him. What she did do was cover her face to laugh, her words coming through muffled. "Course Rox asked. That girl, she's not subtle." She shook her head, a proud sort of smile on her face. Someday she was going to realize she didn't need to be quite as tough as she looked, and then she was going to be damn near unstoppable. She wondered if she should tell Jono how Roxy came out to her, but was more interested in something else just then. "What did she say to that?" She wanted to know what he said to her, beyond 'yes' but didn't ask.

She was sure there were going to be all kinds of questions at the GSA meeting this week, she made a mental note not to get her hopes up about actually accomplishing anything with them.

Her eyes softened when he started to look cagey. She'd seen a lot more of his shy and hesitant side in the last couple months, it was something she found unbearably cute. "Hmmm. Well I'm glad I set you right." She reached for his hand and traced over the lines of his palm with her fingertips. The way his hand felt against hers was definitely not familial. "Did you tell Kurt that he was right?"

"A couple of the students I know well have asked. An' Trevor keeps giving me these super significant looks with all his eyes at once," she rolled hers, and then it was her turn to look uncomfortable. "It's actually been mostly staff that have talk to me? Most of 'em have been really cool." She didn't bring up that some had not been as enthusiastic.

/Really?/ Jono’s tone was flat and thoroughly dubious, the word a borderline scoff as his fingers wandered absently over her shoulder, eventually giving it an affectionate squeeze. /Would’ve thought it’d be a full chorus of ‘you’re too good for him,’/ he continued, in such a way that suggested he probably agreed with the sentiment.

He watched Jubilee’s fingers trace his palm before he shook his head and curled his fingers in to lace between hers, the calloused pads of his fingertips against her knuckles. /Roxy didn’t say much, since I didn’t say much. Just sorta narrowed her eyes at me and went back about her business. I think Trevor’s given me some of the same looks,/ Jono added with amusement, since it was pretty difficult for Trevor not to give anyone a ‘significant look.’

/’Onestly, I’m expectin’ the overprotective shotgun brigade at my door any day now, with Logan front ‘n center./ He had to glance away and over the crowd as he said so, eyes narrowing briefly with an emotion that was difficult to pin down.

She gave his hand a hard squeeze, equal parts punishment for the implication and reassurance that it wasn't true. "Yes, really. Rogue and Alison were both super cool, Remy too. The main concern has actually been how different we are, but I got questions about how this," she gestured at herself, them him, then between them, "worked when we were just friends."

She wondered if she should expect some kind of talking to from Roxy, if not more of Jono's students. As awkward as the prospect would be, she liked the idea of them looking out for him. Speaking of..."I talked to Logan and...it went ok. He's protective and yeah, he doesn't really get it." She squeezed his hand again, "but I told him he doesn't need to. He just needs to respect that I know what I'm about and not be an ass." That conversation had gone the second least well of all the ones she'd had about Jono. It probably would have been worse if Logan ever said more than the bare minimum of what was on his mind. Bobby however, had no such qualms."I'm not going to lie, he's probably going to talk to you. A couple other people might too." He wasn't meeting her eyes and it sent a spark of worry through her. "And...I'd get it if that's not something you want to deal with." Her hand loosened a little incase he wanted to pull away. She didn't want to believe he would, but past experience said not to bank on it. "Logan's hard enough to work with without..." she repeated the gesture between the two of them before leaving it there simply because she didn't know what to call whatever it was they were doing. She gave a sigh and looked down at her skirt. So much for an awesome night.

/Hey,/ Jono murmured, the tone as she trailed off being enough to bring his attention more respectfully back to the conversation, letting go of Jubilee’s hand only in favor of using his fingertips to tilt her chin in his direction again. /No, I don’t want to deal with it. I’m not gonna lie and tell yeh otherwise. But what we have is worth it, and it’s like yeh said: whether I or other people think yeh deserve better isn’t for us to decide, tha’s for you. Yeah, it might uncomfortable. But you know I’m not exactly easily intimidated./

It was probably the most Jono had thought about the situation, and certainly the most he’d said about it in one sitting so he gave a shrug, shifted uncomfortably, and felt the need to add, /Tha’s my feelings on it, anyway. If anyone wants to start somethin’ with me, they’re welcome to try./ Jono doubted there was much anyone could say to him that he hadn’t already thought of or about himself.

She let him guide her back to eye contact, though her gaze would almost certainly have snapped back a second later at what he said, a flare of irritation clear on her face. "You shouldn't have to put up with it!" There might have been an undercurrent of insecurity because other people had opted not to risk it, but she pushed that down. If she wanted him to accept that he was worth it, she needed to be willing to do the same. It was just...she bristled at the idea of this being something that made his life more difficult than it already was. As if he didn't already question his value like, all the time. He didn't need people adding fuel to that fire (no pun intended). She was just really getting going in her head when he followed it up with something that cooled her anger.

Her irritated half sulk turned into a tentative half smile. "Me too, worth it, I mean, me think that it's worth- fuck." She covered her face with her hands. /I think it's worth it too. I just wish folks would stay in their lane./

/I wish that every day of my life,/ Jono replied with a good-natured chuckle, inclining his head to nuzzle Jubilee’s temple while she had her face covered. /I appreciate you bein’ pissed on my behalf./ The reasoning behind it wasn’t lost on him, and he gave her shoulders an appreciative squeeze, tucking her in closer against his side.

/An’ while I want to give you the whole ‘they’re just lookin’ out for you,’ I also wish they’d realize you can look out for yerself./ It was a sentiment he often expressed and unfortunately, one that had plenty of reason to persist. If Jono was tired enough of being treated like a leper, surely Jubilee was just as tired of being treated like everyone’s kid sister.

She cuddled in, letting her hands drop from her face. "Don't laugh at me, I'm a beacon of poise and perfection and I will fight you."

She blew out a breath, her bangs blowing everywhere. "Anyway, only Logan and Bobby have been shitty. Everyone else has been some mix of cool and supportive, with optional side orders of protective or teasing." She swept her fingers through her bags, hoping to put them in order. "Allison was like, high-key pleased. Wanted to know when I started being into bad boys." She gave him a smile, hoping this would be enough to change the subject. She picked up her drink and took another sip. "You know, I might be the thing that ruins your reputation."

An eyeroll to accompany the mention of Bobby’s name was inevitable. Jono had anticipated Logan, and while he hadn’t necessarily expected Bobby, he was hardly surprised. He wondered whether or not that would end up being a conversation, and if so, whether either of them would make it out alive.

/Never much cared for my reputation either way,/ he murmured, unsurprisingly. There was amusement in his eyes again as he brushed his thumb over the curve of Jubilee’s shoulder, attention wandering back into the crowd. /Y’should probably be more worried about yours, datin’ a ‘bad boy’ like me./ That phrase was dosed with more than enough sarcasm to get his point across.

She gave him an extra squeeze, grateful for his putting up with her crazy family and a commiserating look about Bobby. She loved him like a brother but he never did know when to drop the jokes which landed the ice cube in hot water on at least a biweekly basis. And Jono was one tall glass of hot water.

"Psh. My rep is untarnishable. I mean, it's also beyond inaccurate, but if trends continue I've got nothin' to worry about. You though?" She shook her head in mock pity. "S probably for the best that you don't care. You keep acting all sweet to me and that scowl is gonna stop work-" she paused, his words having sunk in and leaving a her a little surprised and a lot pleased. "Dating?" She angled herself a little more towards him. "Is that what we're doing?" It came out a little uncertain, a little teasing and a little shy. "I mean, it's what we're doing but," another pause, this time to bite her lip and look up at him through her lashes, a little smile on her lips, far more optimistic about his answer after the rest of their conversation. "Neither of us have really called it that...So what do you think, Sparky, wanna go steady?"

The word -- ‘dating’ -- had slipped out so naturally and without a second thought that Jubilee’s reaction surprised him for a moment. Jono raised his eyebrows and looked back to her as she leaned in, and the fluster was nearly instantaneous; his cheeks flushed, and it had nothing to do with being a tall, hot glass of water.

/I mean… / If he’d had a throat left to clear, he would’ve done it, stalling with a hesitant shrug instead. /I’d probably never recommend anyone ‘go steady’ with me. But I hear yer pretty difficult to dissuade,/ Jono added, reaching up to brush at her bangs with his fingertips. /So, if yeh’ll have me./ He trailed off again, and with another faint shrug he nodded, the look in his eyes warm.

/Then, yeah. … I’d like that, sunshine./

He was...fucking adorable, she decided, watching the blush spread above the bandages and wondering what she'd have to do to get him to look that way more often. Probably just keep being as into him as she already was and well....she was pretty sure she could manage that without much trouble.

She leaned up and kissed him softly, a smile on her lips. "I am known for my tenacity." When she settled back in and he swiped her bangs out of her eyes she joined him in blushing. She wanted to make a comment about 'having' him but passed it over in favor of responding with the same sincerity.

"I'd like that too." She tugged him down to her to brush her nose against his, staying close and talking low. "Not gonna lie, I've been high-key holding back by not callin' you my boyfriend. It'll be nice to not haveta skirt around it, I've...kinda wanted to call you that for a while."

/Really?/ The surprise was instantaneous and almost comical, not to mention genuine; Jono wasn’t doubting the sentiment nor was he teasing her for it, he was legitimately caught off-guard.

/I mean-- tha’s good,/ he was quick to add, the hand he didn’t have resting on Jubilee’s shoulder moving to settle on her knee with a tentative squeeze. His eyes softened and he gave something like a chuckle, shaking his head and glancing down. /Bit of a miracle anyone considers me boyfriend material anymore. Lord knows I’ve been told the opposite plenty ‘a times./ By Paige and others. He looked up again to meet Jubilee’s eyes and brushed his calloused fingertips lightly against her jawline, still not sure how he got so lucky -- or when he would manage to screw it up. /’M also more than happy to consider yeh my girlfriend, luv./

Jubilee punched him in the shoulder. Not as hard as she could have, but not exactly joking around either. "Duh!" She shook her head, huffing at his astonishment. What did he think she wanted with him?

She gave a little eye roll at the phrase 'boyfriend material'. Material had to be changed, had to be made into something else.  It was true that she desperately wanted Jono to be happy and more comfortable with himself, but she wanted those things for him and she wanted him regardless of whether he ever made it to that point. Regardless, semantics wasn't a battle she was picking today.

She turned her head to press a kiss to one of his fingertips, the skin warm and rough against her lips and familiar. Her lips quirked up at the memory of how he'd managed to stop her cold with a touch there before any of this started.

[nekumiko]

Simple and clean, or so she wished

Fandom: Bangtan Sonyeondan (BTS)

Genre: Fluff

Rated: G

Words: 3, 554

Chapters: 1 | 2

Chapter One: Helping Hand

Rule #2: No matter how nicely they offer, don’t let them help with the cleaning. It’s your own freaking job.

Cobwebs. No matter how much she cleans, a week later she would find another one at a corner, as if there’s an eighth dorm resident who refuses to move out. But it’s part of the job. She can’t really complain about that. Maybe she should just finally bring pesticide next week.

Now, cobwebs are commonly seen stuck on ceilings. Usually it’s not a big deal even if she’s shorter than the shortest member. If the cobweb’s at a spot where racks or shelves are underneath, she climbs over those (though she has to be quick for the countless items stuffed in are already weighing those down) and reach up with her broom. Otherwise, she then uses the tallest and most non-wobbly chair.

However, the enemy seems to have figured out the best counterattack. The massive cobweb this time is above one of the few free spaces in the dorm, where there is nothing safe to climb on nearby. On the same day her trusty chair is missing a leg.

“For a small unit, they sure have a really high ceiling,” she glares at her intricate, colorless misery. “But I guess it’s because they’re giants, huh?”

The giants, yes. Today’s not really the worst timing. For once again, she’s got company. She could ask for help. Which she had apparently made very clear before to be violating her work ethic. But an unfinished work is almost as bad as cheating it.

She walks out of the kitchen, though still half-hoping they’ve been good boys and stayed in their rooms.

Alas, she immediately sees a mop of dark hair peeking out from a chair.

She sighs, half-disappointed she really has to go through with this idea, half-relieved that at least it would be him. She stops a few steps away. “Jungkook-ssi?”

No answer.

She walks closer and raises her voice, “Jungkook-ssi?”

Ignored. Maybe because he got teased for it last time? (That’s quite rude, by the way. But if she wants him to explain this behavior, she has to get his attention first.)

“…Jungkook?” she tests out. Addressing him with an honorific has been strange anyway, considering how she’d call them various nicknames when she fangirls.

Yet there is still no response, not even a flinch.

With another sigh, she finally reaches the back of his chair and sees him playing games in his phone, white earphones snug in his, well, ears.

Of course.

Noting that he just cleared a level, she lightly taps his shoulder. “Hey.”

For someone way too distracted to not notice a person already directly behind him, Jungkook manages to put his phone down and take off his earphones in a single instant. This must be a regular occurrence, then, between him and his hyungs. Except she’s not one of his hyungs, so his curious expression blows up into surprise as he almost jumps out of his chair. He then sits up properly. “H-hey, didn’t see you there.”

She pouts. “You always do that.”

“Huh?”

“You keep ducking away from me when you specifically said I could talk to you. How can you expect me to be comfortable in this kind of setting if I can’t even talk to the only one I personally know here?”

Jungkook scratches his neck, eyes averted from her. “Sorry about that. I’m just…” He slides his gaze upwards at her with an apologetic (killer) smile. “Well, we can talk now. Is there anything you need?”

She bites her lip, realizing she just scolded him before asking for a favor. Basically forcing him. “…Yes. Come to the kitchen with me?”

“The kitchen?” he looks around. “Just me?”

“Yes. It’s kind of a secret.” As he looks back up at her with wide eyes, she adds, “Is there a problem?”

“Nothing!” The chair grinds against the floor rather harshly as he stands up. “Let’s go.”

She sends him a dubious look before she leads him away. “It’ll just be quick. And… you’re the only person around who’s perfectly capable to help me.”

“Help you, huh?”

She stiffens by the kitchen entrance. “Y-yeah. If you would be so kind. But I’d understand if you don’t want to do it.” She turns back to him and points at the accursed corner of the ceiling, only to be surprised to see him smirking with his arms crossed.

“But I thought you didn’t want to cheat your work.”

She almost scoffs, if only she didn’t have to be the beggar at this moment. So is this normal Jungkook? What’s with the sudden switch? Is this how he tries to be comfortable with someone?  "About that. You won’t actually clean it yourself. So it wouldn’t be cheating, because you would only help me indirectly. It’s all in the definition.”

He squints his eyes while pouting, as if deep in thought. “Mhmm, okay. What would I do, then?”

“Just,” she breathes in, “give me some support…?”

He warily lifts up a fist. “Fighting?”

It takes five seconds of silence before she hides her reddening face in her hands, shoulders shaking in held-back laughter. “Jeon Jungkook.”

He chuckles. “Kidding. You need me to hold the chair steady for you, right?”

She pauses, then puts her hands down and looks towards the poor broken chair resting by a wall. “No.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighs and shakes his head. Then he turns back to her. “There are other chairs, anyway, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Trust me, I tried them all before, but only that chair could give me the boost of height I need.”

“Then h- oh. N- are you seriously asking me to…?”

She nods slowly.

With a gulp and a glance from her to the cobweb, Jungkook takes a deep breath and then mumbles an “okay” before moving forward.

“Woah, that was fast,” she can’t help but express.

“Better to get it over with.” He stands underneath the spot in the ceiling and stretches his arms. Sensing no movement from her, he looks back over his shoulder. “Well?”

The girl unfreezes. “W-wait! Stay there.” She rummages through her bag then pulls out a cloth mask. “I ran out of disposable ones, so you could use this. Wouldn’t want your big nose to inhale dust.” She quickly closes their distance, laughing nervously. “I know you don’t like sharing, but I swear I haven’t used this yet today, and that I wash it regularly.”

Jungkook could only nod before she carefully puts the mask (that has still touched her lips more than once) on him then disappears from his sight with her broom, a signal for him to get into position.

“Jungkook, why are you crouching so low?” she asks, her voice now muffled by her own mask.

“I’ll carry you on my shoulders, right?”

“What?”

“It would give you better boost than riding on my back.”

“But…” But with her current relationship with Jungkook, that would be so wrong on so many levels! You don’t just ask someone who’s on level one friendship to feel your whole butt on their shoulders and have your thighs on close proximity with their face and to have their neck feel… then again, won’t the usual piggyback she’s thinking of would have someone press themselves up full-frontal against the other?

He calls out her name. But she still doesn’t move, prompting him to straighten up and turn to her to see her fanning herself. He smirks again. “You didn’t think this through, did you?”

Is she really doing this? Did she really just make him accept this? Female fans from all over the world would kill for this cliché! “I was more focused on how to convince you!  And finishing what I have to do! I didn’t think it’d be this… this… intim- how are you not freaking out?”

The smirk vanishes and he looks away. “Actually…”

They hear a loud thud from one of the bedrooms, telling them that one of the others who stayed in the dorm today has finally woken up.

“Hey, look,” he starts, now alarmed, “if you think it’s a bad idea now, just let me clean it. It would be a secret anyway, right?”

She frowns a bit. It’s the easy way out.

“TaeTae, are you okay?” Jimin, now also awake, exclaims from their shared bedroom.

Jungkook raises a brow. “Still a ‘no’?”

She shakes her head. “Let’s do it.” She looks behind her. “But we have to be quick.”

With a nod, he turns back around and crouches low again. “H-hop on, then.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

Jungkook keeps still as her weight falls on his shoulders and her thighs appear in his peripheral vision. As soon as he grabs onto those, though, he hears her squeal as she pulls his hair. He winces while eyeing the broom on her other hand. “Ssh, I won’t drop you, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry!” she starts to giggle as she puts the hand on his hair on one of his. “It just…” Another giggle. “It tickles! I’m sorry. Just a moment, please.”

The strength of his squat-down thighs proving to be a blessing, Jungkook waits for her to calm down and adjust to the feel of his hands on her sweatpants-covered skin.

"I’m okay now. Just… don’t move your fingers.”

He makes a sound akin to a laughing snort, but before she could ask why, he speaks, “Okay. Now I assure you that my grip on you is enough, but hold on to me if you really feel the need to. And don’t drop the broom because it would be hard for us both to retrieve it. Also, please don’t make me bald or blind.” Right after he hears her utter another “sorry,” he counts down from three to one then stands up to his full height with a grunt.

She gasps. “Wow, you’re right. I’m really high up!” She tentatively raises her broom, the other hand firmly holding his hair. “I don’t even need to reach up that much!”

“Keep it down.”

“Oops.” Her broom then touches the cobweb. “Okay, now don’t look up unless you want pieces of the web to fall on your face.”

Two wide sweeps on the ceiling and a dusting off of Jungkook’s hair later, the task gets done.

“Thank you so much,” she says once her feet are back on the ground. She leans on the counter to regain her bearings, for the mere fact that she had just been hoisted up on Jeon Jungkook’s strong shoulders makes her dizzy. “I promise this won’t happen again.”

“How? You’d kill the spider?” Jungkook pulls off the cloth mask to grin at her.

“I’ll hunt it down for good!” she pulls her own disposable mask down and smiles back. “Sorry about your hair too,” she reaches up and tries to smooth it down. “You don’t have insurance for this, right? I’m very broke.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to reply but then his eyes widen at the sight over her shoulder.

“Oh, am I interrupting?”

She whirls around to see Jimin entering the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“You two are talking now?” he grins over his glass. “Or have you been talking all this time in private like this?”

“It’s nothing like-”

“Of course Jungkook and I would be talking sooner or later, Jimin-ssi. We are friends, after all.”

“Aww,” he pouts. “You dropped the honorific for him, but not mine?”

“You want to be called Jiminie?” she smiles.

Jimin groans. “Is being an impolite brat a '97 thing?” He finishes his glass of water and moves to exit. “Don’t have too much fun, kids.”

Once the elder’s gone, Jungkook speaks, “I now know why you said I’m the only one around who could help you.”

“Because this is an embarrassing request to ask of someone I’m not personally familiar with.”

Jungkook blinks. “Oh.”

“That’s not what you thought?”

He smirks. “I thought it was because since you need a height boost, you can’t exactly ask that from the only other people in here. A sleeping Tae, and, well, a Jimin.”

She bites her lip to stifle her laughter, and instead playfully hits his arm. “You meanie.”

“Just stating facts.”

“Actually, I lied. It’s just because you’re the first one I saw.”

“Huh. Sure.”

The following week, she finishes early because the boys haven’t been home often in days prior, so there’s not much to clean. Such is not unusual, and if it was like before, she would just go straight home. But since Seokjin now keeps insisting that she stay for lunch everytime she “comes over,” she had started to bring a book or two for precautionary measure. And now it has come in handy.

The dorm’s quiet, setting a perfect atmosphere. People are either catching up on precious sleep, working in the studio, or out to buy additional ingredients for lunch. Meanwhile, she’s got an exam to study for. Shirt changed and cleaning materials at a corner of the living room, she pores over past topics as she sits by herself in the dining area.  

Just then, someone suddenly puts books on the table. “Mind if I join you?” the still-high school student asks, pulling the chair across from her.

“Technically, this is your house, so you could study wherever you want. But sure,” she smiles then looks at his book stack. “You also have tests soon?”

Jungkook sighs and nods before finally sitting, then opening the first book.

Right, he was held back a year because of his idol duties. High school is where you really have to cram a lot of information you mostly wouldn’t even have a lot to do with in the career you would choose, so having divided attention at this time must be really tough.

And it’s evident in the way he creases his brow and taps his pencil restlessly as he stares at the page.

Recognizing the problems (it’s a feat to figure it out from upside down), she asks, “Do you need help?”

He looks up. “No, I’m fine. I can’t possibly trouble you with this.”

“Oh. Well, just letting you know that I had the same textbook last year.”

“Oh, right! You graduated on time.”

She almost raises an eyebrow. Did he not sit with her in hopes of getting helped out because she’s still fresh with the material? “Yeah…”

“But don’t worry, I’ll really be fine. I wouldn’t want to cheat on my work.”

“Ha. Sounds familiar.”

He finally grins.

“I wouldn’t really be giving you the answers, though. Just how to solve them. So that doesn’t count as cheating.”

“Again with that?” He laughs lightly. “Thanks, but you also have to study, right? I swear I’ll be okay, Miss Ironic.”

With a playful roll of her eyes, they fall silent again, the only noise coming from scratches of pencils and squeaks of highlighters. The moment she pauses to stretch her arms, though, she sees him resting the side of his face on his palm, his elbows on top of his book, gaze directed at her with a smile.

She blinks. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking it’s really nice to meet you again.”

Her eyes widen and she feels a blush rising up. “Where did that come from?”

He quirks up an eyebrow.

“I mean, yeah, it’s nice to see you again too. Though if you haven’t been on TV and the internet, I wouldn’t be able to recognize you. You looked so different back then.” She pulls up the ends of her hair to mock the length of his old haircut.

He suddenly reaches up to the back of his head. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” But he chuckles along with her. “You look exactly the same, though.”

“Nu-uh, I lost my baby fat!” she slaps her cheeks. “But you’re right, it is surreal for us to meet again. Especially since you’re very high up now.”

He shakes his head ‘no’. “Nah, I can say I’m still the same old me.”

“That I don’t know a lot about because we never talked much.” She purses her lips. “We just hung out with the same people, but never just the two of us.”

“We got paired up once, though.”

“For a project that we finished in two days.”

“Because you’re such a nerd.”

She pouts. “Is that wrong?”

He pouts back. “You could’ve at least dragged it longer so we could get past level one friendship.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know if you want to be better friends when you yourself barely spoke?”

“Can you blame me? I got paired up with my…” he trails off. As if on cue, his ringtone sounds just then, and he almost dives for his phone. Saved. "Jin-hyung says he will be home soon.” He stretches his arms. “But I need a break already!”

“Yeah, you do,” she regards him carefully. “You’ve become… chatty.”

Jungkook clears his throat. Twice. It’s gone dry all of a sudden. “I’ll go get some water for us.”

Before she could protest, he had already gotten up and disappeared.

He comes back to see her head lying on top of her open book, face angled towards him but eyes staring off into space, absentmindedly playing with a corner of his book across from her. His steps suddenly heavy, he reaches the table. Then Jungkook’s fingers slip. “Oh no.”

“Woah!” She immediately stands up and slides their books away.

“I’m sorry!” He sets the thankfully-not-shattered glasses upright to prevent any more spilling.

She waves a hand as if to tell him it’s not a problem, then she’s off to the kitchen to retrieve a dry washcloth. Then she expertly gets rid of the small puddle on the table in three wiping motions. “You’re not normally clumsy. Distracted memorizing something?”

“…Yeah.”

“You really answered that, huh?” she laughs and turns to him. “We all have clumsy moments, so don’t be so troubled.”

Noticing that the water has spilled onto the floor, he waits for her to go back to the kitchen so he could fetch her mop in the living room.

“No, Jungkook, you don’t have to!” she exclaims once she returns, hurrying over to him.

“Let me.”

“Please,” she takes hold of the mop, yet he refuses to let go. “Just sit down. It’s fine. This is my job. While it’s the maknae’s job to make a mess.”

“And pick up after himself.” He carefully pries her hands off and immediately starts wiping the floor clean. “Look, your shift’s over. Stand back and relax, okay?”

She sighs and settles back down in her seat.

“What is so wrong with accepting help? You would gladly offer help but you don’t want it for yourself?”

“It’s just… out of habit.”

He glances at the sulking girl staring at the now-dry floor, before sighing too and wringing the mop out into the bucket. Quickly disposing of the water and returning the mop and bucket in their place, Jungkook sits with her again. “Are you an only child or do you have siblings?”

She looks back at him confused. “Why are you asking?”

“Because you seem so eager to prove you’re a grown-up who could do stuff all on her own already. Usually it’s a trait of the youngest. It just… kind of reminds me of myself now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Why, doesn’t it show?”

“Well, everyone likes to baby you.”

“Ah,” he purses his lips and looks to the side. “Yeah, I guess. But I do like to handle things on my own. However, if the hyungs want to help me, then I gladly accept. Because I learned that it’s not because they think I’m fragile or anything, it’s just because they… uh, care.”

‘Aww, look at the baby getting so shy talking about his hyungs’, was what she first thought of saying, but she instead speaks the next one in mind, “You care about me?”

He looks back at her as if he’s offended. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re… someone I want to reconnect with.”

Her mouth almost falls open. “You… wanted to be friends with me back then that much?”

He looks away for a moment. “I guess.” With blush streaking both of their ears, he adds, “So yeah, just as you can’t help being independent, I can’t help being helpful. They have rubbed off on me. So, remember that I’ll assist you whenever.”

“F-fine. Just don’t do it often, though. Remember that this is still my job,” she says, to which he smiles a bit mischievously.

“I sure would like to hear those words from you for myself, JK,” Seokjin’s voice rings loud and clear as he appears in the dining area.

“Hyung!” Jungkook, now realizing his arm has been close to hers on the table as if he tried to reach for her, sits back in his chair. “You’re here already!”

“Yes, I thought I texted you all,” Seokjin pauses by the kitchen entrance to look back at them. “You two are talking now?”

“Why is that so surprising to all of you?” the maknae scowls.

The footsteps from the bedrooms and a chorus of ‘Hyung, we’re starving!’ have never sounded music to Jungkook’s ears than at that moment.

So before any of them comes into view, her (finally!) friend shoots her a sweet smile before standing up to help unload the groceries. “Remember, okay?”

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Maybe the 1st personal computer that might qualify as a “workstation” was the IBM 1620 , a modest scientific pc created to be utilized interactively by a single person sitting at the console. It was introduced in 1960. One particular peculiar function of the machine was that it lacked any actual arithmetic circuitry. To execute addition, it required a memory-resident table of decimal addition guidelines. This saved on the expense of logic circuitry, enabling IBM to make it low-cost. The machine was code-named CADET and rented initially for $1000 a month.

With a cost-free Dell Inspiron One particular you also get a Radeon video card. This is a committed GPU which makes it so this distinct all in one particular is capable of gaming. Most computer systems have a graphics card that is integrated in the motherboard. This implies that when your laptop is gaming you are generally robbing the processor of its overall performance. Basically, when you have an integrated GPU, your gaming performance is going to lack. Most contemporary games won’t even play on these sorts of a laptop.

As said this laptop is shipped with Ubuntu linux already installed on it. Dell has added some minor tweaks to the technique. So the default browser is Chromium rather of Mozilla. There are some Dell Archives obtainable in the apt-get repositories, but there are no proprietary drivers installed on the technique. All active drivers are open source drivers. In the ‘about this computer’ window there is the logo of Dell next to the logo of Ubuntu. Verify out the screenshots of the system information that are included.

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