#ooc I'm def sleeping rn I just wanted something to do while I work on zealotry

[purpleskelet0n]

"Ah...It sure is good to be back!"

"Turns out that whole oc thing didn't quite work out...what a shame! Wesley has been crying about it but I'm being a grown up and moving on. And what a blog to come back to! that fat orange bastard and some new content! But someone isn't working on their supposed 'passion project' , so like the good friend I am, I decided to take over while that purple loser works on their dumb comic! The worm is here and the line is open. The clock is ticking, mortals! better make it count!"

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[jellyjellyghost]

Lunch Break

jonathan sims x gn!reader

CW: no spoilers!! fluff, revolves around food, not dating but somethings def there, originally wrote them as dating so lemme know if words like 'boyfriend' are still there, probably OOC

WC: 600-ish

Another little drabble!!

I was supposed to be writing my essay but instead wrote this ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

I'm sorry if Jon is OOC! I'm only on the 3 season rn- soo there are NO spoilers

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You stroll happily through the doors of the Institute, your bag in hand, swinging side to side as you walk. At the front desk sits Rosie, surprisingly not running around on Elias’ orders and instead peacefully typing on the computer at the front desk. Once she spots you she gives you a smile and tells you where your friend is, though you’re not sure he would be anywhere but his office, the workaholic he is. 

You walk further into the building, catching Tim’s eye as he gives you a mischievous wink, making some suggestive movements with his hands. You just shake your head at him, used to his ridiculous antics by now. 

You knock lightly on the door to his office, and when you hear no answer you slowly push the door open, popping your head inside.

“...Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement…” The words die in Jon’s throat as he hears his office door open. He scowls at first, but his features quickly soften as he realizes it’s just you. 

 “What are you doing here?” He asks gruffly, eyes flickering down to the bag in your hand. You set your bag down, pulling up a chair across the desk from him, and you begin rummaging through the bag. 

You glance back up at him for a moment, smiling softly at the clearly exhausted man. “I’m on my lunch break, and I decided we could eat together, since I was in the area.” 

He grumbles in disbelief. “In the area? You’re being ridiculous, you work all the way-” He huffs, cutting himself off as you place his lunch down in front of him. Leaning over the desk you turn off the tape recorder that he left on, pinching his cheek playfully. Despite how much he tells you he hates when you do that, the soft look he gives you always makes his true feelings obvious. 

You sit back in your chair pulling out your own lunch. “Whatcha working on?” Jon snaps his gaze away from you, glancing back down at the mess of files that is his desk. “Ah yes, just recording another statement that my laptop refused to record.” He begins to ramble on about his frustrations with the blasted thing, and how some silly reports can’t even be recorded on it.

 “Makes my life much too difficult, if Gertrude didn’t keep the Archives such a mess-” You watch him softly as he talks on, eating your lunch and nodding along. He always becomes more chatty in your presence, it makes you feel really special.

You’re almost done with your lunch now. “Jon.” You cut him off. “Eat your lunch before it gets cold.” 

“Right.” He stops in slight embarrassment, his heart swelling when he sees how much food you made him. “You’re always so generous.” He states. 

You ignore his comment, smiling despite yourself. “Eat.” You hum in a firm tone. He finally begins to eat his lunch, eyes flickering up to meet your own every once in a while. 

Once he’s nearly done there’s a knock on the door, turning your head you see Elias. “I would like to talk to you Jon.” Both of their eyes flicker to you. “It’s work related, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want to hear about it.”

You stand from the desk, picking up all of your things. “I’ll talk to you later then Jon, do try to at least sleep a little.” You tease him tenderly and without another word from him you leave, missing the way his eyes follow you the entire way out.

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