#data jahad x reader

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- character: jahad/data jahad (to be spesific) 

- series: tower of god

- genre: fluff, office worker and manager 

- “Worker’s confession” jahad x reader one shot

- (author’s note: I’ll put the banner up later, I don’t have the right photo right now aaA, also I’m so sorry if I butchered your request this is horrible lmAO and it took so darn long, I’ll improve my writing skill and re-write this if possible) 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It’s a regular weekday, you are alone in the office trying to finish up your shift for the night. It was a quiet night, the only thing beside your presence was just your desk light. 

“Finally…” you lean back in your chair and stretch your stiff shoulders. 

You’ve been sitting in the same positions for hours and your body feels like a heavy rock. While rubbing your eyes, you get up and start to clear the stationary on your table. 

You look towards your manager’s room, upon realising that the lights are still on, your eyes light up and your mouth instantly forms a cheeky grin. 

You take a deep breath and turn the door knob, flinging the door open to greet your boss.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand they enter the room, surprising Jahad!” you narrate while entering 

Jahad was sitting at the desk, in front of his computer, with his head in his hands. He jerks his head upwards and plasters a small smirk on his face. 

“Hey Miss Y/n.” 

“Are you done with work yet?” 

“Also everyone’s gone just call me Y/n.”

“Okay, Y/n. Is it a worker’s business to know what their boss is up to?” he asks while raising his eyebrows.

“Shift is over so the worker status doesn’t apply now.”

“According to who now?”

“Well, me.”

“So? Are you done or not.”

“You sure are impatient.”

“I’m craving for some food, and I know a great barbeque plaza nearby.”

“It’s 12am.”

“Who cares? It’s food!” 

“And why are you asking me?”

“I thought maybe, just maybe, my boss might be up for some late night supper.” 

Jahad stands up while shuffling the paper in his hands, avoiding any eye contact with you. You slowly moved towards the door, turning your head back to ask one more time.

“Soooo, you coming?”

“Of course.”

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“Freedom!”

Jahad gives you a dismissive head shake as you yell and skip down the path in front of the office. This isn’t the first time you went for supper or eat together with Jahad, although it was usually on rare occasions where he invites you to eat with him. It was usually just for companies meet and greets. 

The aroma of the meat makes your stomach growl as the two of you approach the barbeque plaza, it growls louder after you finish ordering the mouth watering food on the menu.

“Y/n, That was you wasn’t it.” 

“How hungry are you?” 

“Me? No, I’m fine.”

Right on que, your uncooperative stomach growls yet again, gaining you a glare from Jahad.

“I might’ve skipped dinner…” 

Jahad’s glare seem to pierce through your skin as he asks

“Again?” 

“Last time, I promise!” 

“That’s what you-”

You are saved by the waitress as she places the tray of food on the table. 

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While eating, you try to fill the awkwardness in the air. The relationship between you and Jahad are way past workers and managers. Despite you being not subtle at all, Jahad seems blindy oblivious to all this.

“Jahad… you don’t have a girlfriend right?” 

His reaction makes you giggle as he scrambles to get water while choking on the food in his mouth. 

“No, is it a mandatory thing among workers and bosses to know about each other’s love life?”

“I’m just interested in what kind of girl you’d be into.”

You twirl the ends of the strands of your hair while lowering your head. 

“I don’t have the answer to that.”

Silence was filled with the sound of clanking plates and silverware for a few minutes.

“How about you, how's your love life like?” 

Jahad glances at you while rubbing the palm of his hands together.

“It might sound silly but I have a crush on someone right now.”

“You do?”

Jahad sits up with his back straightened, directly looking at you with his golden irises enlarge.  

“I- I mean yeah, why do you sound so surprised?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Who’s the guy?”

“Am I supposed to answer your questions about my love life or?”

“Oh, oh- yeah, ok right.”

Jahad clears his throat and adjusts his tie while you scramble in order to find another topic to talk about.

“Oh yeah, congratulations on getting Khun’s Company to seal the deal for our newest project! I wasn't sure if it was going to work out but I'm glad I trusted you Jahad! ”

“Trust me?”

“I've always trusted you since being an intern here.”

Jahad adverts his gaze, clenching his fist while flashing his signature small smirk. 

“The khuns… they're pretty cunning so it’s good to get them on our side.”

“This reminds me, do you- I mean like, between Khun Aguero and you, do you have some sort of thing going on?”

“Is that a serious question?”

“You two seem really close during the party.” 

“Let’s see… he walked up to me and praised me for being able to handle such a cold hearted boss and that’s all.”

“Do you think I’m cold hearted?” 

“NO! Of course not, I mean you built a pretty thick wall around you so others might think that way.” You give a bitter laugh as Jahad stands up and excuses himself to the bathroom. 

You lightly slap the sides of your face after your hands run through your hair. 

Why is he so oblivious? Maybe you aren’t obvious enough… No way you told him that you trusted him and you don’t think he’s cold! Why did you bring up relationships? Just how desperate are you?

A shadow falls over you as a familiar voice rang.

“Let’s go.” 

You intentionally close the gap little by little as you and Jahad walk down a long path to get to his car. 

“This is it, I’ll tell him right now.”

“Jahad” “Y/n”

The both of you stop walking at the same time and look directly at each other, letting out a small laugh. Jahad places his hands in his front pockets while letting out a harsh breath.

“I’ll go first, Jahad.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, clenching your fists 

“I like you, like, like like you. I know the whole no dating in the office thing but I can’t help it… you were such an amazing friend and that's so unfair! People say your cold, but you make me laugh! Since you’re as dense as a brick, I end up talking to you about so many things and well, you just listen and-”

Jahad’s gentle arms wrap around you, you feel his body pressing onto yours, the indescribable warmth around your chest. One hand softly stroking your head while the other strongly gripping on your waist. 

“I’m sorry…” his sentence came out as a whisper 

Your cheeks were tainted with light pink, sinking into the warmth of his body. Feeling each other’s heartbeat as he tightly holds you in his arms. The world around you freezes as you squeed him back, not wanting the moment to end. 

“Y/n… I like you too, I just never really noticed that feeling before I saw you laughing with Khun at the party.”

“That smile made me realise I wanted it all for myself, I want to be the person to make you laugh like that.” “Only your smile can warm the depths of my chilly heart.”

Jahad jokes while laughing as he pulls away from the hug.

“Am I dreaming...? I don’t really know what to say.”

“It’s all right, your lovely smile says it all.”

He reaches for your face and his thumbs stroke your cheeks.

“What happened to you, how are you so cheesy all of a sudden?”

He laughs lightly while you stare into his eyes, specks of gold seems to shimmer brighter now that his feelings are confessed. 

“You did.”

[scenariosbutmakeitgay]

Data of Young Khun Eduan and Young Jahad x reader? 👀✨

the more I write for Eduan the more I love him I swear

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Silence wasn't too common on the Hidden Floor. At least not when there were Eduan and Jahad involved. From a simple mockery coming from Khun's lips to clanging of Lecalicus – no place for silence no matter what. You liked it that way. Constant noises were reminding of battles that either have already happened or were about to. The sounds of chaos liked singing ballads about people that once were just like you. In the same place in life, with similar strength, and identical committed sins buried deep down in their hearts. The Tower made even saints lose their innocence with a taste of tainted blood, because of a temping promise of eternal bliss. You wondered if this was ever going to change. Some people spent their whole lives chasing the unachievable, and never once thought about slowing down to stay with the people they cherished. Until it was too late, and the only thing they could do was watch as the Tower slowly devoured them.

“Oh dear, lost in thought again?” a familiar figure asked, and sat next to you. Even though his eyes looked as if they were made of ice, the man's warmth was too well known for you.

“Weren't you in the middle of bullying Jahad just a few minutes ago?” you questioned, and Eduan snickered slightly. After all, he was just a data. His actions here didn't affect the reputation of the real head of Khun family, so why bother acting like a respectable adult? And bickering with Jahad was his favorite part of this.

“It's not bullying if he fights back, sweetheart,” Eduan said in his defense. A sly grin made its way to his lips, when he remembered how annoyed the king was the last time they met. It's not like Eduan's snarky remarks had anything to do with it. He was the nicest person in the world when he wanted something!

“Sure,” you knew that Eduan and Jahad didn't really dislike each other, but their arguments were quite amusing nonetheless.

The company of both men was enjoyable. Listening to Jahad's stories from his adventures always made the day a little more interesting. Especially when a certain blue haired grape lover tried to talk over him, and bring your attention to his perfect self. Before you met them, you hadn't even thought that two clowns could do the job of the entire circus.

“Where is Jahad now, though?” you asked. “He usually doesn't let you go that easily when you get on his nerves.”

Eduan sent you a disappointed look.

“Why do you bother with him, dear? Isn't my company enough?” he teasingly cupped your cheek, and brought your face closer to his. Maybe if it was the first time it happened you would be shocked. But now? Everyone who knew Eduan considered him a flirt. A few compliments here, a seemingly innocent touch there, and half of the world ends up drooling. Khun knew how attractive he was, and how seductively desirable his presence could be. After all, he always took full advantage of that. You weren't an exception. The urge to melt into his touch was tremendous, and almost inevitable. Suddenly, a powerful aura pulled you apart. You could feel it with every inch of your body, and it was a clear sign of who was nearby.

“Some people just have a good taste, Eduan,” Jahad's voice had a rougher tone than usual. He didn't sound too pleased. “Anyway, I was looking for a training partner. Mind joining me?” he offered his hand to help you get up, completely ignoring the blood-lust that appeared in Eduan's eyes.

Before you could answer, Khun wrapped his arm around you.

“Actually, we were about to leave. There are better things to do than collect bruises for no reason. Right, dear?” Eduan waited for your approval.

“What kind of warrior says that?” Jahad was visibly irritated. “Every training is a good opportunity to improve your abilities, and only a moron could be blind enough to disagree.”

You sighed. Why was it always adults that acted the most childish?

“Can't I spend time with both of you, though?” you asked. Their bickering was entertaining sometimes, but right now it only made you mentally exhausted. “Without arguments.”

Eduan clicked his tongue, and directed his gaze at you once again.

“I can't promise anything, dear, but–,” Eduan said as if he was making the hardest choice in his life. “As long as he acts bearable, I might sacrifice myself for you.”

“That's funny, because as far as I remember, it is always you who wants to annoy me,” Jahad interrupted his dramatic speech. “I'd be glad to spend some time with both of you when your mouth is shut, Eduan.”

“That's exactly what–,” Eduan started to yell, but you had no intention for this argument to continue. Their behavior was absolutely nerve-wracking.

You pulled the blue haired man closer to you, and, to make Jahad's wish come true, shut his mouth with a kiss. That was one of the rare moments when the Hidden Floor was nothing but silent. The other man looked at you uncomfortably with a bit of jealousy in his eyes. As you pulled away from Eduan, Jahad was just about to say something. Grabbing him by the shirt, you quieted his complaints the same way as you did with Eduan. If you knew that something so simple could ensure the peace you wanted, you'd do it much earlier.

“Now, can we hang out without fighting?” you asked, and looked at both of them.

Still proceeding what had happened, they just nodded. Silence could be the most beautiful thing in the world – if you knew how to obtain it, of course.

[collaborationfandom]

Young Jahad x female Reader: one shot fluff?

Yoooooooo!! I know, Mod hawks writing this? It’s more because I’ve read the manga and my friend here, didn’t sooooo I have to write it, lol. Besides Jahad is one of my husbands so I don’t mind writing for him. Also don’t mind the shit writing, I haven’t written a proper shiet in aGES. ㅠㅠ

SPOILERS FOR ANIME ONLYS AND THOSE WHO DIDN’T READ UP TO THE DATA ARK YET!!!!!

P.s. This is during his travels (you’re a part of the Jahad gang), and he does NOT like Arlene, I repeat no crazy obsession over Bam’s mothERR.

Love story

It wasn’t often you had time to rest like this. The wind ruffling your hair as the whistle of the forest lulled you to sleep. You breath out gently, it’s so soft, you barely hear it. It’s been long and tiring these days. No time to rest. It wasn’t easy, being one of the first to be in the tower, to climb. Obstacles always seemed to appear, no matter the floor, as if bound to you like a magnet. Not that you hated fighting, you loved it even, but sometimes you just wanted to rest. To forget all the action and just laze around. But most importantly, to lay in his arms.

You look to your side. The golden locks, all messed up from moving around. His eyes were closed, tightly. His breathing was even. Was this even real? His face was so.. so pretty. Oh, never tell him you said that though, he would yell at you again saying it’s ‘handsome’ not ‘pretty’. Not that you minded much, even his voice sounded amazing. As you kept examining his face, you were a little saddened at the fact that you couldn’t see his eyes. Oh his eyes. The mix of gold, yellow, red, and blue. The harmonisation of colours. You felt so warm, every time you looked into them, you swore you got lost. But how could you not? The intense glare during battles and how it softened a little when looking towards you, you’d melt every time, weak at the knees. You wondered what sort of luck brought you guys together? Or how he even fell for you?

“Stop staring.”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, pulling you right back. You look into his eyes. Finally, you think.

“How are you? Nice nap?”

“Mhm”

He doesn’t talk much. You don’t mind. After all, he spoke with action, not words. It just wasn’t his forte. But you do feel his arm tighten around your waist, and that was enough. He gently pushes your hair back behind your ear, holding your face in place with his hand. He runs his thumb over your cheek. His hand held you firm yet it shook a little bit, as if took scared to hold you. You slightly laughed at the thought. To stop his search eyes, you lean your forehead onto his, bonking it a little. The both of you just stare at each other. Lost. Uncaring. Pure. Love. All these emotions swirled in your eyes like stars swimming about in the night sky. You give him a smile. A genuine one. And you laugh. Full of joy and excitement. No fear or sadness as they fled away from the bright light that the both of you oozed out.

He then smiles too. Bathing in the sound of your laughter. Heart swelling at the thought of him being the reason. How did he get so lucky? He’s usually (always) an asshole, doesn’t know how to communicate, he speaks through violence and yet here you are, in his arms. He loved the way you laughed. Was there something special about it? No. But it was just so... you. And he loved you. So, so much. There were sometimes the nagging thoughts in the corner of his mind, telling him that he didn’t deserve you, that you were too nice. But after days of convincing and affection from you, he decided to think of you as a blessing. A gift from whoever brought you to existence. From God, if there was one.

He lets out a content sigh. His eyes looking back into yours again, but this time, with a question. Although unsaid, you seemed to understand what he wanted. You leaned in and so did he. Locking lips. It was something you guys did daily. But every time, it felt new. It felt nice. Warm. It lasted for a while. Kept innocent. Soft yet full of passion and love. It spoke all the words for him, and you received it with gratitude.

The wind hummed a song for the both of you, as if it knew the love in the air. Leaves landed around the both of you like a barrier. The both of you crawling into each other’s arms again. Sleep calling you guys back into its arms.

This was your tale. The story of two adventurers. Their love story. 

- Mod Hawks (P.s. Hope you guys liked this ㅠㅠ)