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[herodzn]

some timjons

s3 tim and jon researching the unknown together, tim wants to hate jon so bad but deep down he just cant 

the second doodle was just something i needed

[ktophers]

If you don't think Jon is hot and just has no idea you're wrong. Jon is hot and everyone knows it except for him, even when he's disheveled and covered in worm scars and he hasn't gotten a haircut in months. Tim calls him pretty boy once and Jon bristles and says he doesn't appreciate being made fun of and doesn't Tim have some work he should be doing, anyways? And tim and martin just share a look like. ?????? He doesn't know???

[martindykewood]

tim: jon's an asshole can we have another intervention

martin: no

tim: can i hit him

martin: definitely not

tim: what the fuck can i do then

martin: have you tried daydreaming about kissing him? i find it makes the time go faster when he's talking sometimes

[runefells]

s1 polycule s1 polycule

[voiceless-terror]

Jon wears a leather jacket to work. No one is immune.

Jon’s running late.

He doesn’t often run late. Ever since he got the promotion, he’s been working overtime- coming in early, staying late, sometimes not leaving at all. He had a mess on his hands, and its one he intends to fix.

So while it’s been some time since he’s seen Rosie at the front desk, it isn’t enough for her to do a double take. But that she does, her usually stoic face going red and her eyes widening in what looks like shock. That’s a bit dramatic.

“O-Oh!” She’s stuttering. Rosie never stutters. “G-Good morning, Jon. You look- you’re looking very nice today!” 

That can’t be true. He slept through his alarm, something he hasn’t done in ages. He didn’t have time to comb his hair and decided to leave it in the messy bun from yesterday- at least it’s out of his way. He skipped shaving altogether and couldn’t find his usual cardigan, instead resorting to an old, beat up leather jacket from college. It’s seen better days, and it reeks of guilty cigarettes snuck in his most desperate hours. The picture of professionalism he is not.

“Um, okay,” is the only response he can think of giving, scurrying past her desk and down to the basement. He doesn’t have time to parse that interaction out, not when his assistants are probably already gathered round, gossiping about his absence. Sure enough Tim’s sitting on Sasha’s desk, smirking and whispering something as he walks through the door, keeping his head down with a grumbled “Good morning.”

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[tolbyccian]

little day-drinking-with-your-coworkers things for @jonsimsbipride gender week!