#employer reader

[anistarrose]

I have this TAZ Balance modern AU in my head that I'll never write, but that's okay, because there's literally only two things that you need to know about it:

Kravitz and Barry both have graduate degrees

Barry and Kravitz are not using their graduate degrees even a little bit in their current career, which is running a really shitty, scam-adjacent ghost-busting business out of a garage together

[manicpixiefelix]

Currently thinking about Felix Catton working a regular job just because.

Him working at Build-A-Bear 🧸🧸🧸

Felix in his gap year (shhh I know he doesn't really take one just pretend) asking his parents if he can get a casual job because he saw it on TV.

Felix who is so removed from middle-to-lower-class reality that he can romanticise the idea of a fresh-out-of-high-school teen having a job.

Felix whose parents reluctantly let him get a job at Build-A-Bear because his first choice was being a life guard, and they love him very much but don't want him liable for people's lives.

Felix who absolutely adores working at Build-A-Bear and is actually very good at it.

Felix who gets along with all of the kids who come in, and he makes all of the Building/Stuffing/Naming ceremonies for each of the kids, and can seem to tell if the kids would respond best to it being goofy, heartfelt, or if the kid might be trying to act a little bit too cool for it. Felix is naturally very good with kids I will die on this hill.

Felix who is completely oblivious to the sudden spike of teenage sisters bringing their younger siblings in.

Felix being completely oblivious to the little fanclub that he has, mostly of girls in their early teens who spend their weekends at the mall and will walk past the shop several times a day if he's in.

Felix radiating the absolute sweetest, goofiest big brother energy literally not even realising that half the girls who come into the store have a crush on him.

But also Felix who quietly gets very excited to dress the bears up to put them on display in the window.

Felix who made Venetia a bear and not only dressed it up, but gave her a few different little bear outfits. She rolled her eyes and reminded him she's twenty, but she still keeps the bear sitting on her bed every day, and sometimes he'll look in and she's changed it's little outfit.

Felix whose energy and love and joy is felt by everyone who comes into the shop because he lives to see the way each kid's faces light up when they finally get to hug their teddy at the end.

Felix working to bring kids joy and/or help them in some way is something I hold very close to my heart. I love this concept. I kind of want to draw it.

[tomssexdoll]

request.

smut 2011 bill and female reader.

bill comes home after a long day of work and yn wants to make him feel better so he surprises him with his favorite cake and she's also wearing his favorite set (something gothic like its style)

yn teases him with the cake as well

surprise

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill is tired and stressed out from a LONG day of work, Y/N feels bad and wants to make him feel better, knowing he was coming home late you made his favourite cake and wore his favourite lingiere set that you own. A/N: i want cake WARNINGS: teasing, dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (riding), sucking d, tit playing

Bill finally came home from a long day of work, it was 10pm and I had prepared for his arrival, baking him his favourite cake so he could have something that would cheer him up when he finished his shift.

He came in the door, slouched over and groaning, slamming the keys onto the counter. His face softened as soon as he saw me, engulfing me in a hug, my face mushed against his chest. "Missed you so much baby..the guys are so frustrating, we had to work on a guitar solo for 4 fucking hours cause Tom couldn't get it right" he sighed, letting go and kissing me softly.

"Come here honey, I made your favourite" I smiled, grabbing his hand and guiding him into the kitchen, showing him a slice of his favourite cake, chocolate fudge cake with oreos on top. His eyes lit up at the sight of it, his mouth hanging low. "Oh thank you baby..you're such a good girl" he smiled softly, kissing my neck. I cut a huge slice for him and made him sit down on the couch.

"Stay there baby, I'll be back" I set the cake down, running to the bedroom and putting his favourite set of lingiere that I own, it was very gothic, full of black lace and little dark red flowers.

I came out and watched as his eyes widened, "fuck baby..." he mumbled, covering his mouth, trying to keep his composure. I smirked as a tent built in his pants.

I walked over to the couch and sat on his lap, grabbing the cake and slowly feeding it to him, "is it good baby..?" I whispered, nipping at his neck, he nodded and groaned as I grinded softly on his lap.

I "accidently" swiped some of the frosting onto his lip, "oops! Better clean that up" I smiled innocently, my tongue dragging across his lips, kissing them sweetly.

"Mmm, chocolate" I smirked, his hands flew to my ass and gripped it tightly. "Stop being a tease.." he growled, smacking the flesh.

I smirked and unbuckled his belt, his hips bucking up to help me take his pants off. I slid them off and sat back down on his lap, his cock straining against his boxers, begging to be freed.

I bit my lip and took his cock out, pumping it a few times before getting off the couch and onto my knees. Bill spread his legs slightly, letting me get in between them.

I held his cock with one hand and slightly wrapped my lips around his tip, lowering down onto his cock, "fuckk..yes baby wrap those pretty lips around my cock" he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair softly.

He guided me onto his cock, fitting the full thing inside my mouth. I gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of my throat, tears pricking at my eyes.

I bobbed my head up and down, slobbering all over his erect cock. He groaned and bucked his hips up again, slowly thrusting himself in my mouth, matching my thrusts. "Fuck...so good for me" he praised, caressing my hair softly.

I smiled, picking up my pace and sucking his length faster, ocassionaly swirling my tongue over his sensitive tip, gaining a satifying reaction out of him.

I felt his legs tense up a bit, signalling his impending orgasm. "Make me cum.." he groaned lowly, his head threw back onto the top part of the couch, his other hand reaching out to grip something.

Eventually his other hang grabbed onto my hair, he started to slam his hips into my mouth, throat fucking me cruely. His tip rammed into the back of my throat, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.

"Yess!" he whined, shooting his cum deep into my throat, panting heavily. I swallowed his cum, standing up slowly, my legs slightly shaky from being on my knees for quite a while.

"Cmere baby" he smiled, pulled me onto his lap and taping the straps of the lingiere off, revealing my breasts. He grunted and shoved his head into my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples harshly.

I moaned at the sensation, pleasure waves coursing throughout my body as his suction got rougher. I moved the panty part of the lingiere to the side, revealing my pussy. I grinded on his cock to notify him and his eyes shot open, grinning widely and positioning himself at my entrance.

He slowly pushed in, groaning at my tightness, bottoming himself out. I got into a comfortable position, preparing to ride him when he started to softly thrust into me, I put my hand on his chest to stop him, "baby, let me take care of you" I smiled, lifting my hips up and slamming them down.

I moaned as his tip teasingly brushed against my g spot, making me motivated to go faster, I swayed my hips, getting into a pleasurable rhythm.

His hands flew to my ass, grabbing it tightly and smacking it, I gasped at the sudden spank, turning to him. He chuckled "sorry baby you get me so excited" diving his head back into my tits and sucking on my nipples again.

The way his tip brushed past my sweet spot and the sensation of his mouth on my nipples made me crazy, I knew my orgasm was fastly approaching so I sped up, hips slamming into his at an ungodly pace, sweat lining on my forehead, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Gonna cum!" I whined, my hands creeping down and holding onto his waist, the sound of skin slapping filling the house, our moans in sync.

He grabbed my hips, digging his nails into them as we came at the same time, my pussy cumming all over his cock and his load being squirted deep into my hole, coating my walls completely.

"Oh fuck..you're so good" he panted, holding me close to him. I fell forward and tried to catch my breath with him, both of our bodies covered in swear.

After we had calmed down he pulled me off his lap, picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the shower, "cmon baby, we'll wash up and eat that cake you made me" he smirked, kissing my neck gently and turning the water on.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdoll @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @ballhair

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Fanfics with real people x reader will always give me the ick

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

I’d ask for more stuff for the reader with the employers (other than Audi) but rrrrrfgg. So little content of them

I feel you Anon, but that's cuz there's jack shit info on them. This got longer than intended and tumblr wont let me save anymore to this post, so I'll make another post with Conductor and Deliberator! :]

Stygian x reader

CW: Talks of death/decay

STYGIAN

Arguably the oldest of the four widely known employers, for as long as life has existed, so too has death. Black wisps of smoke curled around his skeletal form, flowing down without pattern or consistency. His few visible features deep set in his face, from his dull pink eyes, to his cheekbones protruding prominently.

His paper thin skin seemed to barely sit on the pink toned bones, looking as if any movement would tear it away, it was something you'd wondered about often when thinking of him.

"Worm." His voice was hollow, a soulless husky rasp with a hint of airiness to it. That was how he referred to everyone he deemed below him, which was everything but his kin.

Being called upon to aid in his work was exciting, yet a heavy burden. Plenty of dead souls passed this realm, and you were part of an exclusive team of judges, dictating where each S-3LF should go. To be reborn, to be banished to purgatory, sentenced to hell, or perhaps the worst fate you'd come to learn of, to be torn asunder into nothing, scattered across the cosmic void.

Sure, purgatory and hell weren't pleasant places, but arguably seemed kinder fates that simply becoming completely undone, as though one had never existed at all...

He snapped his fingers, and you were alone in his office. "Sit." His voice was cold and commanding, yet it always had that tone. Reading him was difficult, always a frigid reception, emotionless to the fullest extent. You obeyed without a word, the chair uncomfortable and worn, unlike the one behind his desk, which was new, plush, and looked a whole lot more comfortable.

His gaunt figure passed by, and a hint of ash mixed with embalming fluids flooded your nose, still incredibly potent despite how often the smell filled your office space.

Narrow hip bones lay neath the skirt of his black floor length toga, a belt of tiny animal skulls rested around his waist. "You are being far too kind to these pathetic bugs. You have yet to submit souls to be cast into The Nothing. Weakness like this shall not be taken lightly."

"I'm sorry, sir." His eyes narrowed.

"These are unworthy beings deserving of erasure, if you can't comply, you'll find yourself joining them into obscurity."

"I'll do better, sir. I vow it."

"As is expected. You are meant to make my job easier. Remember, you are replaceable."

"Understood, sir."

You were suddenly back in your office, leaving Stygian alone in his. He sat at his desk, gritting his teeth. Yes, this little worm was weak, below him, so why couldn't he get you off his mind?

Too kind for their own good, even when he insulted them, berated and tore them apart, they were ever-so polite and always replied formally. His smoke curled around his head, growing thicker as his annoyance grew, filling the room with a black and pink haze.

He was the beast of death, reeling in souls and fixing the afterlife for all, and love and romance weren't really his deal. He was utterly blind to this, doubly so because it was mere mortal that caught his fancy.

He snapped his fingers, and at once a younger fellow Employer appeared in the chair ahead of him. "You really need to stop doing that. I was busy." Dreamer sighed and looked at Stygian. "Why did you call on me, brother?"

Stygian sighed, like a wind blowing through bones. "A mortal being plagues my mind. You deal with these things regularly, what do you propose is wrong with me?"

Dreamer twirled her star earring. "Depends, what thoughts are you thinking?"

"They infest my mind like maggots, writhing in my skin and burrowing deeper. Their face haunts my mind, a ghost trapped in my skull. Tell me Dreamer, tell me, what is wrong?"

Summoning a tea cup, Dreamer sipped thoughtfully. "You're in love."

"What?"

She giggled and rolled her eyes. "This mortal, whoever they are, you're in love with them. Indulge in it, or don't. Do what thou will, tis what thy's best at. But if you do intent to pursue them, do change out of your deathly rags, okay Steeg?" She clapped her hands, and was gone.

In love? HIM? Bullshit, Dreamer was in her own world again. No. He wasn't in love. He needed to kill you, to break you from his mind entirely, to make you cease to exist, to-

A stack of documents landed in his tray, and he groaned, taking the top one off. His eyes instantly went to the bottom, your signature freshly inked. "Perhaps the purple one has a point." He slumped in his chair slightly, casting the paper aside. Auditor could file them himself, he enjoyed that stuff anyway.

Stygian got up, melting into the floor, appearing back in his private quarters. Heading to his wardrobe, he cracked it open, seeing nothing more than old suits, funeral attire, and worn out reaper robes. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, of course his clothing was useless, he rarely took care of his physical form.

He's living death for Maker's sake, why is he fussing about this?!

"Your thoughts are disrupting my flow." Connie was sitting in a chair in Stygian's bedroom.

"Tis a shame we cannot all have coherent thoughts, Conductor." Stygian scowled angrily. "Precisely what are you intending to achieve here?"

Conductor let out a melodic chuckle, his voice smooth like a fine tuned instrument. "You're not yourself. You're... Bothered. And I don't mean your usual gloom filled irritated self." He rested his head on a fist. "And since when do you change your attire but once a century?"

Stygian gritted his sharp teeth. "Well. Fine. Dreamer may have placed..... Strange thoughts in my mind, about... 'Love.' With some mortal of all things." He threw an old suit on the floor. "And that my clothes are RAGS!"

Connie straightened his tie. "She.. Has a point on that second thing." He pulled his baton, twirling it around in his hands, a blue light shooting out and wrapping itself around Stygian, and instantly tall, dark, and depressing was in a new, freshly pressed three piece suit with a pink tie to match his eyes. "Much better."

Stygian tapped his tie, and a skull lapel pin appeared on it.

Again Conductor swirled his baton, and a fat bouquet of white lilies mixed with blood red roses appeared in Stygian's arms. "Mortals are finicky, they enjoy things like that. Now go and demand they accept your offer."

You were seated at your desk still, condemning another old soul to the void. This one had lived so many lives, so many wicked lived. Dissolving them would be a blessing to the world... That was rather cruel, unlike your usual thoughts. Strange...

"Ahem." You spun in your chair, seeing Stygian in a full suit, his misty 'hair' flowing down, streaks of pink inside inky black. "You will attend a restaurant with me tonight. We need to discuss what happened earlier in greater depth."

Stygian wasn't asking, he was commanding. "Y-yes sir." You found yourself questioning his motives, he never spent time with anyone besides his brothers and sister.

His eyes narrowed, reading you back. "Here." He grunted, thrusting his arm out, shoving the bouquet into your face. "I've been informed that your kind... enjoys such gestures."

"What.. is this?" You looked up from your roses and lilies, and spotted soft pink flushing his cheeks, his eyes averted. "Sir?"

"Just get ready." Stygian snapped his fingers, a body hugging lacy black dress, with rhinestones and intricate little patterns embroidered on, and a classy all black suit, equally bejewelled with lace gloves both appeared on your desk. "Hopefully either of those should be to your liking."

You picked out one of the garments and rushed off to the staff toilets, heart racing and hands shaking. This wasn't happening, right? In a second, Stygian's hand would slam on your desk, and he'd bark at you to wake up. Surely he hadn't picked up on your slight attraction to him, right?

It was cringe-worthy, the living embodiment of death making your stomach butterflies flutter wildly. His cold demeanour, his harsh attitude, the puppy-love feeling of him softening these traits for you, it was all a fantasy, right?

Dressing up, you stepped out, and nearly collided with Stygian, who was lingering outside. "You... look nice." He grumbled, covering his mouth. "I figured you could perhaps enhance your appearance further with this."

He held out a box, opening it to show off a beautiful necklace with pink gemstones encrusted in rose gold metal. "A-are you sure about this sir? This doesn't seem like you."

Stygian looked at you finally, smoke swirling around his skull, twirling around your face as he stepped closer. "Don't think I haven't picked up on your signals, mortal. I can hear the way your heart races when you're close to me, I feel the lingering stares that could almost imprint in my form. I've ignored it and pushed it down for as long as I could, mistaking my own affections for resentment.

You wish to entangle yourself with death? Then prove to me you're worthy of it." Your hands grasped his cheeks, passing through his misty form and grabbing a hold of the black bone beneath, pulling it towards your face, feeling his teeth against your lips.

His flames were cool, but his bones were warm, pleasantly heating your hands as you held him, one of his skeletal hands covered yours, the other pulling you closer by your hips.

A lightheaded feeling washed over you, you started to collapse in his arms, but he was quick to support you. As he pulled back, you noticed a white mist flowing from between his teeth.

"Quite literally stealing your breath away." Resting in his arms a moment, his hand rubbed your back to comfort you, the other cradling your head against his chest. "To be in love with a mortal... To my kin it's unheard of. But you're different. You always have been. You vex me, but I crave it."

He slipped the necklace around your neck, and you looked up from the comfort of his skeletal form to his pink eyes. "Does this mean you're not firing me at dinner tonight?" You joked and he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Of course not. How dare you expect me to let such a good thing go."

[pascaloverx]

MASTERLIST KAI (EXO)

© credits for the owners of the pictures used. they don't belong to me. credit is not mine for the pictures.

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

FINAL CHAPTER

[vibbybee]

୭ ˚○◦˚Hands Off!˚◦○˚ ୧ 

prompt: tomoya has had enough of reader’s unclear gestures towards him! he decides to give reader a taste of their own, sweet medicine! warnings: none, i don’t think? genre: fluff !! word count: ~1.5k notes: sfw, cute n sweet story :D, reader is implied to be shorter than tomoya because I’M shorter than tomoya‼️ this is also very inspired by his halloween (treat) line! :D, uhh gn!reader who’s also implied to be a theatre kid bc I thought it’d be funny, reader is mentioned to be UNDEAD’s producer (but you can ignore that it adds nothing to the plot), ooc!tomoya? idk…lmk if I missed anything!

YOU HAD A RATHER INTERESTING RELATIONSHIP WITH TOMOYA

You became friends with the idol when you started producing another idol group under the same agency as Ra*bits, UNDEAD. You had run into him on your day off, and what do you know! It was Tomoya’s day off as well. The two of you hung out after learning you both enjoy theatre arts, amongst other things as well. From then? The rest is history.

Now, when you had initially met Tomoya, he was quick to pick up on your rather doting and almost teasing nature. Whenever he’d see you hang out with your non-idol friends, he’d see you hold their hands or pretend to kiss them. He found it a bit strange at first, but he was just as quick to accept it as part of your personality. If he were to be honest with himself, he’d have to admit it’s one of the reasons he developed a small crush on you. 

Tomoya wasn’t blind to the fact he had recently developed a crush on you, either. Although not having many romantic encounters, if at all, he’s not dense. However, upon realization, he was more than willing to push his feelings down, feeling so sure that you would never like him back. 

His line of thinking couldn’t have been more wrong! You had developed a small crush on your friend after seeing him being surrounded by small animals one day in the Sky Garden. What a domestic scene it was! Of course, there are countless other reasons why you fell for the music and manga lover, but seeing such a sight felt like being hit with a cupid's arrow. However, you decided to take a different approach compared to Tomoya.

“Tomoya!” You happily called out to the unsuspecting boy, dragging out the second ‘o’ in his name. 

Your approach? Using your flirting skills you had jokingly used on your friends, and applying it to Tomoya! What could go wrong? 

You could hear a faint hum coming from Tomoya as he turned around to face you. His lips then formed into a smile upon seeing you. He could almost feel his heart beat slightly increasing at the sight of you approaching him, but he could blame it on him just finishing dance practice if need be.

A similar smile was reciprocated on your face as you jogged up next to him. In your hand was a water bottle, and you handed it to the brown-eyed boy. 

“Here! I remember you had messaged me that you had a last-minute dance practice today, so I brought you water.” You said, feeling rather proud of yourself that you were able to do a simple gesture for him. 

Tomoya’s eyes slightly widened in surprise as you placed the water bottle in his hand. Oh gosh, he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had his own water bottle tucked away in the drawstring bag he was carrying, so he just accepted your little act of kindness. 

“Ah, thank you!” He responded. He figured it’d be rude to not take a sip out of the bottle, so he did. He made a small show of him drinking it, trying to physically show you he appreciated you thinking of him despite how busy you are. To be completely honest? It was a bit of a hard watch, but hey! He tried his best! 

You let out a small chuckle as you watched him. Tomoya can be…unintentionally funny at times. 

“It’s not a problem, Tomoya!” You responded with a small giggle seeping through your words. Were you trying to kill him?! Ah, you really are too cute for your own good, and it was starting to become an issue for him…

The next thing Tomoya knew, he felt a pair of hands gently squishing his cheeks. Those hands belonging to you. Tomoya let out a little huff as he saw the cheeky expression on your face, it was obvious you wanted to mess with him. That cheshire-like smile then replacing your initial warm one in just mere seconds.

It made no sense to the idol. You had started to treat him differently about two weeks ago. At least, that’s what he observed. You started placing his hand in yours as the two of you walked around Ensemble Square and started to dote on him. It was similar to how you acted towards your friends. 

No, it was exactly how you acted towards your friends. 

Ah, it seemed as if you teasing and innocently flirting with him had the exact opposite reaction you had intended! It just confused the poor boy. He had to question if you caught onto his feelings? Was that your way of putting him in the friend-zone? Whatever the reason, he hated it.

Okay, “hate” is a strong word. Had it been under any other circumstance, he would’ve taken these romantic gestures for what they are: romantic gestures. However, he always saw you flirting with your friends just like how you started to flirt with him! Surely, this wasn’t a good thing. 

Unbeknownst to him, Tomoya was lost in thought the second your hands playfully squished his cheeks. There was almost a pouty expression on his face as his eyes were glued to the floor.

You, being none-the-wiser to the mental battle going through his mind, just naively assumed he was feeling embarrassed by the small action. In response, you had let out an airy laugh. Your smug expression only grew. You were convinced that your plan was working!

“Aww, are you embarrassed?” You questioned, in a slightly baby-ish tone. Your hands never ceased their movements, except to caress Tomoya’s face with your thumbs. It was rather fun doting on him like this, almost like a mother hen! Besides, you'd be a liar if you said you suddenly becoming physically affectionate with him didn’t have anything to do with your own personal enjoyment. 

Tomoya only let out a soft groan, his eyebrows slightly furrowed when he finally comprehended your taunting words. He was going crazy! He wasn’t sure how much of your teasing and taunting he could take, and he knew he had to do something if he wanted you to stop treating him like he was someone who needed to be doted on. It’s bad enough he was stuck thinking you were treating him like you treat all your other friends, but he was also through with you fussing over him! He’s the leader of an idol group, for crying out loud! 

The two of you were silent, it was a bit nerve wracking on your end, but it wasn’t anything too bad. You mentally shrugged off your friend's odd demeanor change, thinking he was just feeling tired after his practice.

You then felt his warm hands gently grab yours, moving your hands away from his face. He placed your left hand at your side and cautiously let go of it, but he didn't let go of your right hand. Instead, he brought your right hand up closer to him. Your eyebrows slightly lifted up in surprise. Tomoya still didn’t say anything to you. How you wished you could’ve gone through his mind at that very moment…

As Tomoya looked down at you, he made a small humming sound, seemingly pleased at your expression clearly indicating you being caught off guard by his actions. Just what he was aiming for. You couldn’t help but feel your face get a bit warmer when you saw the way he looked at you. So much love and adoration was trapped in his eyes, but…it almost looked as if there was a hint of mischief in them?

“Here, give me your hand.” He murmured, his voice barely understandable. It was lucky for the both of you that it was you two in the hall.

You mentally scoffed at the irony in his command. He was already holding your hand with his, so it’s not like you had much of a choice. Eh, you didn’t mind. 

You then saw Tomoya’s expression brighten, a warm smile tugging at his lips. He let out a small laugh before he spoke to you again.

“See? My hands are bigger than yours♪” he said softly, his eyes flickering between the two of your hands and your face. Your beautiful face that seemed so at a loss for words. He was sure that if he lightly pressed his hand against your cheek, warmth would be radiated off of it. The idea made him lightly chuckle to himself.

It’s only then when he spoke that your little trance was broken. Your focus shifted from his face to your hands. He was right, your hand was a bit smaller than his. But that was the last thing on your mind. You were much more enamored by the fact that it felt like your hands were meant to hold his. You gently squeezed his hand for a second, and Tomoya followed suit. 

Holy crap…

When did Tomoya get so bold?!

AHHHH i’ve never written an x reader fic before, so i hope it was good!! 😭uhhh i don’t really plan on becoming an x reader account, but uh…if there’s a prompt you want me to write for tomoya i’ll do it. I’m not even sure how well I wrote him, so idk if i could write other enstars characters!! Wwww but yeah :3 

[saltymongoose]

Hey its stitches anon...idk if your requests are open, hell I'd gladly commission you at this point. But I was wondering if you could write a small fiction about the main 4 and their lover/partner (trans man he/they) that just recently got fired from their job because they are disabled? And who is now in pain and is super sad? That just happend ot me today (2 days till my birthday too) I have HEDS, pots, and mast cell to name a few. I can't write to save my life either. And I just want my bois comforting me while trying to find a new job. Sorry you can completely ignore this

Love all of your work and u would gladly commission you with what money I have for fics too ❤️ reminders to drink water everyone

Hey Stitches Anon <3, I'm really sorry to hear about your job, that's an absolutely awful thing for them to do. :( You've probably found another place to work by now, and while I don't know very much about legality, I'd keep an eye on labor laws regarding disability where you live. (Where I'm from, firing anyone for stuff directly related to their disability is extremely illegal.) However, while I can't give much advice on this since Idk legal stuff like this that well, I can write about the boys comforting you, so I whipped these up for ya. Good luck in your professional career, my friend! :) 💕❤️💖💗(P.S. And Happy New Year!!! 🎉✨🎊)

[Part 1] They Comfort Their Disabled!Transmasc!Partner During a Jobsearch ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Mentions of Violence, Brief mentions of disability-based discrimination, extreme fluff.) *A.N: I wasn't too sure about how much detail to go into with PoTS/hEDS/Mast Cell, so please lmk if I portrayed anything in this incorrectly and I'll rework it pronto. Thank you! &lt;3

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Rage and worry are the two words that best encapsulate what Hank feels once you tell him that you've gotten fired and why. Your disability didn’t prevent you from getting hired in the first place, so there’s no logical reason why it should cause your boss to fire you either. It doesn’t make any sense to him, and the fact that this whole situation is happening to you really pisses him off.

(You've seen Hank angry before, but it was never like this. He's almost shaking with rage, his hands spasming against you as he rasps out the harsh question of who was responsible for your tears and the sobs that left you. Yet you don't give their name, instead opting to press your face deeper into his collar. He goes still when you sniffle and whimper, his tense form relaxing as he presses even closer to you, pulling you tighter to him and enveloping you in his form. He'll drop the issue for now; those bastards who fired you can wait. Your well-being was always been one of his first priorities anyway.)

In typical Hank fashion, the first solution he suggests is outright murdering who fired you to get your previous job back, which makes no sense to you. (It's not like your company would be eager to hire someone whose boyfriend killed their ex-coworker). The proposition does get a small laugh out of you though, so he still considers it an achievement.

Instead of going out to commit a massacre in your name, he decides to divert all of his energy toward taking care of you and comforting you as best he can. This means he puts off all of his "official work" for as long as possible; he can tell how distraught losing this job made you, so he considers helping you to be his new mission. There’s no one that Hank ever has ever cared for more than you; you're the most special person in his life, so it’s only natural for him to put all of his focus on his role as your partner when you need the support.

Despite being wholly indifferent to the plights of Nevada's denizens, you are the only exception to his apathy, and he’ll be all over you trying to help you out during this time. He’s not the most domestic person, so he can’t take care of much on his own, but he’ll do his best to complete your normal household chores nonetheless; cleaning, taking out the trash, etc. He even cooks on rare occasions, if he thinks you shouldn't be doing it (usually because you're either too tired or in pain). You'll have to instruct him on what to do for some of these (especially cooking, he's not really experienced with that), but he'll complete every task dutifully. Hank is very good at following orders, after all.

(He straightens up when you take a bite of the food he made, his hands twitching as you give him a pleased, albeit tired smile. "It's very good," you say in response to the question you know he's aching to ask. Your eyes meet the red lenses of his goggles, and your grin widens. "Thanks, babe. You did well." He made your favorite, and although it doesn't taste exactly like how you make it, you think you prefer this version.)

Yet this is more of an afterthought compared to his main preoccupation: being by your side for as long as you'll have him, in the most literal fashion. He's almost attached to your hip the entire time, molded to your side and purring as he tugs you closer to him.

He prefers to show most of his affection through touch; hugging you softly, pressing what remains of his lips to your cheeks and forehead (and a few stray pecks on your mouth, of course), and keeping a stray hand on yours whenever you're busy looking through job listings on your tablet. He's soft and careful, always having a close eye on you for any signs of pain when he shifts closer to you, and silently noting every bruise or mark you might have in an effort to avoid irritating them. Whenever you make a noise of pain, or even if you show the smallest sign of strain, he immediately freezes, tilting his head at you in obvious worry and attempting to bring your attention to him so he can ask if you need anything.

Despite how often he gets injured, Hank doesn't know close to anything about the medical field, so he'll insist that you speak to Doc about any pain and discomfort you have due to your disabilities (who recommends you to Skinner, since he's also not a doctor either). That being said, Hank will do his best to help with alleviating anything you're going through at the same time, whether it be by fetching you your medications at a scheduled time, carrying you if you're in too much pain/too tired to walk around (or adversely, helping you exercise if you want to), or just cuddling with you if you'd prefer that. (He's constantly on the verge of being in your personal bubble anyway, so may as well.)

If anything, you'll have to tell him to stop hovering over you at times, since he's just that clingy. It's sweet that he's so concerned, but while you recognize that he's trying to show you his love the best way he can, it can be a bit smothering at times. (Like when you're trying to read out available positions and he sees fit to carefully drape himself over your back, purring like a large cat. It's nice, until he ends up obscuring the view of what you're doing.)

He'll cooperate of course, since he respects your boundaries as any partner should, but he will put in an effort to be more verbal after this to make up for it. His voice is very rough from disuse, and his wording can be a bit clunky when he compliments you, but the blunt praise you get from him still makes you blush. It's probably because you know for a fact that everything he says is what he honestly believes, which just makes it a hundred times more meaningful.

(Your face burned with each subsequent word about how proud of you he was, and the short declarations he gave of how much he admired you and your strength. Hearing such words from someone as powerful as him made them very impactful, although this also just made you more bashful to receive them. 

"Thank you…you didn't have to say anything like that, hun. It’s very sweet of you," you said before laughing a bit awkwardly. Perhaps it was in your nature to try to skirt around compliments, or at least those that were so direct and blunt, but that would never work with Hank. He never wasted his breath on lies or things he didn’t feel important to put out there, it just isn’t how he works. He states things like they’re facts because they are. He’s proud of you, you’re strong, you’re handsome, etc. He could go on. And he will.

He looked at you for a moment before shrugging. “...Doesn’t matter if I need to say it. It’s still true.” In Hank's view, if he has to strain his voice just to show you the level of affection you rightfully deserve, that’s more than alright. He speaks only when necessary, and bringing your mood up at a time like this makes it so. Besides, he’d much rather use his words to compliment you than for anything else, really.)

However, when it comes to actually helping you get another job, he isn’t can't do all that much. It’s not his fault; Hank hasn’t had a “normal” job in a very long time, so his ideas on how to find one are very out of date. Nevada’s not exactly in the same state it was when he was employed in a traditional setting, and the rubble that makes up most of the cities still around wouldn’t be very useful for real estate. (Which is the only thing he has concrete experience in. Besides homicide.)

The most he can do is keep an eye out for any “help wanted” signs and writing down the locations of the places he finds them. He’ll also ask Deimos, Sanford, and Doc to look into potential job openings. (Well, demand they do. Luckily some explanation by Doc about how Hank's boyfriend was fired was enough to remedy any protest. It's weirdly nice of the merc to be so concerned about someone else. Barring the surprise of him even having a boyfriend to begin with, since he'd never said a word about you to them before.)

2BDamned is also surprisingly okay with just letting his main agent take some time off to help his significant other while they look for a job. However, Doc realizes better than anyone that if he attempted to keep Hank from you in a time like this, he'd just leave anyway (and violently), so there's little point in even trying. He's the most clued in out of everyone about Hank's personal life and has enough sense to know about your importance to him. (Why else would Hank be asking about "date ideas" and engagement rings, of all things?)

He wonders sometimes if you realize just how much you've got the tall grunt wrapped around your finger. Though, judging by how Doc can hear you brighten up and playfully admonish Hank when he accidentally interrupts your calls with him (and the fact that he can hear the man purring loudly over the phone after you call him a pet name), you must have a pretty good idea by now.

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned likely didn’t approve of you working at your previous job to begin with, as it was too far from the Status Quo’s base of operations for him to keep an eye on you at all times (and being with him did put a considerable target on your back, no matter how secret you tried to keep your relationship). However, he was wholly displeased when you tearfully revealed to him that you’d been fired for something you had absolutely no control over.

Both the sheer audacity and the stupidity of the company you worked for are incredibly surprising to him. He'll make a quick note to find out where your previous workplace is located; he won't do anything to ruin them, as much as he has the power to, but if some of his agents in the location accidentally do anything to hurt their business, he's not going to offer anything close to assistance. (Although the agents might get a soft reprimand - it's hard to be mad at them for this, even if he really should be.) It's petty, but also far more than he knows they have a right to.

However, in the meantime, he'll focus on comforting you while you find another job, seeing as interfering with your previous workplace is beneath his consideration. (Unless you ask him to, of course. He's always frowned upon people who couldn't separate their work from their personal lives, but he could handle the hypocrisy if using his resources for this made you happy. After seeing how they made you cry, he thinks it would be at least somewhat deserved.)

Doc's a busy man, but he'll always have time for you. Luckily for him, he's not exactly needed at any bases, and his work has him moving around quite a bit as is, so staying at your place to help you won't cause any issues. It’s not like anyone would notice his absence. Although, he'd be willing to forgo his current assignments regardless; you're more important, to put it simply.

He's well versed in your medical conditions already, due to hours of research and speaking with both you and Skinner, no doubt. Even before you were fired, he'd have been there to help you should you need it (even if a phone call away), and there's no reason why this would change after the fact. He's always been reliable, and just like back then, he'll be there to give you exactly what you need to keep yourself comfortable. This also includes himself, if you so ask.

You'll often find yourself with your head resting in his lap, feeling his eyes rake over you once in a while to look for any signs of pain and discomfort. (To anyone else, it would feel cold or clinical, but something about Doc's gaze always warms when it's placed on you.) His voice loses its harsh edge when he reads your listings, occasionally nudging you against contacting them for an interview if the company in question gives pay that's too low or lacks the benefits he knows you deserve.

("That last one sounds alright," you muttered, and he paused from reading his tablet to give you a look of slight disapproval. You raised a brow as if to ask what the problem was and he sighed.

"Honey, they don't have dental or offer basic health insurance - and the salary is half of what you should be making," he responded pointedly, to which you laughed. This was Nevada, it's not like that was common anyway, and most businesses couldn’t afford very good pay rates at that. Yet the fact that your boyfriend was so concerned about where you'd end up working was so funny to you for some reason. The leader of one of Nevada’s greatest forces fretting about your hourly wages. Perhaps it was because it was so weirdly domestic; you didn’t get a lot of time with him considering his work schedule, so to have him drop everything just to do something so normal was actually surprising to you. It seems you underestimated just how much you meant to him. Which you know he’d chide you for if he could read your mind. Of course he would do that, he loves you.)

(You didn’t notice how he stopped reading yet again, gazing at you warmly as you drifted off in thought. For a moment he wondered if it would be better to have you work for him, where he could keep an eye on you and give you the opportunities you’d already worked for. However, he knew he couldn’t stomach you being in danger because of it, and decided against doing so. Though he’s still going to vet who you’re looking to work for, that’s a given.)

Doc’s actually rather quick to begin assisting you with lining up interviews; he’s the type of person who tries to get rid of the emotional weight of problems by solving them as soon as he can, and so he tries to do the same here. However, he’s not tone-deaf; he’s not going to immediately push it on you if you’re in need of comfort after just being fired.

There are very few people that 2BDamned can say he genuinely cares about, and you're the most important of those individuals by far. This shows in how he softens his voice around you, the sweet pet names that are reserved only for you, and the tender way he kisses you whenever he removes his mask. His gestures only increase here, when he knows you need his comfort more than ever.

He's never been the most physical in how he shows his affection (it's something he's had to ease himself in to with your relationship), but that gets thrown out the window for the most part. While he won't be cuddling you whenever you're together, you can expect to be seated in his lap with one of his arms thrown around your waist to keep you close while you both go through your work (you looking for some and him reading reports). He treats it like a casual thing, and he's found that having you near him like this brings him more peace of mind.

(The slight smile he can see tug at the corners of your lips when you feel the warmth of his form against yours is the main benefit though. Although the weariness in your eyes from what happened still hasn't faded away, you're certainly feeling better than before. Your gaze flickers upward to meet his, and he feels a purr building up when you give him a look of unbridled affection.)

While Doc is aware that he can't remove your pain or completely prevent all of your disabilities' more disruptive symptoms from happening, his main goal is to make sure you aren't having to deal with them as often as possible. If there's anything he can do, from finding special types of medication that help you the most (which is likely in short supply due to how Nevada is) to setting up schedules so you avoid getting exhausted, he’ll get it done immediately and without question. It’s his goal to make it so you’ll never feel embarrassed or ashamed to ask for his help with anything (medical-related or otherwise), and you don’t.

Furthermore, Doc’s not a medical specialist per se, but he also took some “classes” from Skinner on how to treat the more major symptoms you might experience. Case in point, those unfortunate times you dislocated some of your joints, and he resets them for you, or when he eases you into a better position to recover if you happen to faint from your blood pressure dropping too quickly.

(He’s been arms deep in people’s intestines and gore before to put them back together, and done so with relative nonchalance, but seeing you in pain makes him almost queasy by comparison. The point that brings him back to focus is his central goal; minimizing your pain and discomfort, which means taking care of your state swiftly.)

2BDamned is someone who respects your independence. You're capable of taking care of yourself, as you usually do when he's not there. However, in a situation like this one, where you need him, he'll always be there. You're Doc's partner (soon fiance, perhaps), and he's yours; he'll always be there for you to lean on, just like you've been there to comfort him and bring him out of his shell.

It doesn't matter what you're going through, or how things on the outside are. If Nevada as you both knew it was going to end without him, he might just let it, as long as you'd be safe and well. If this means letting go of his usually-busy schedule to take care of the one he loves when they lose their job (and for their disabilities, which he'll still remain angry at no matter how much time passes), then it's something he'll go along with happily. In 2BDamned's eyes, you deserve far more than he can give you, so the only logical thing he can do is give you all that he is with the hopes that it's enough. This is just an incredibly small instance of him showing this immense love he has for you (one that's returned tenfold).

He hopes to make you as happy as you make him, and if the warm, affectionate looks you share, with soft smiles and hands intertwined, mean anything, then he does. And that is enough for him.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Actually if I were to rank it, the top four fandoms I've had the biggest impact on would probably be MMX, QSMP, Steven Universe, and then Transformers in that order.

[starbug-space]

🧡 Employment AU🧡

Check pinned post for over all TW, as many overlap.

Cw: age gap fuckery (reader is in his late 40s/early 50s), age play, hurt/comfort, physical hurt/healing themes, chronic illness, body dysmorphia.

Donnie hires you. "It's partially out of a desire for our dearest, significantly older little brother to have enrichment, and partially because he keeps fucking with our stuff. Lately he's been getting bored of fucking with our stuff and eloping-you do know what means, yes? Ah, good. April said you had experience working with animals, neurodivergent seniors and children, which is perfect, though sometimes it's hard to tell when she's being honest or when she owes an old coworker a favor."

He leads you around the center of their unothodox home, peeking into every nook and cranny, places no human could fit into. "Mikey will be your charge, he is an ornate box turtle mutant, he refuses to tell us his age however he appears to be the fastest seventy-five year old alive. He is sweet, lovely, enjoys tormenting others and smothering them in affection whilst also manipulating them. How all these things can be true at once is something I'll figure out when I've finally gotten a full night's sleep."

You gaze sweeps the giant, abandoned and subsequently inhabited subway tunnel, scanning for movement. "How long has he been living with you? April said he just moved in."

"Three long, touching, heartfelt, but excruciatingly tiring weeks."

Donnie introduces you to three other mutants. Also turtles, based in different species, but he calls them his brothers. Sweet. One of them is 'big Mikey,'

A boy just above your height, frame filled out with muscle and just a bit heavy with chub. Pretty. They all are. They're what though, thirty? Near half your age; not on the table. The boys who don't seem to be in charge of paying you give mumbled reports of no Mikey sighted.

Donnie sighs, opens security camera feeds on the holographic screen his wrist device projects, and begins to scroll as he inundates you with information. You nod, and make mental note that you'll have to just be fine with being recorded and watched at all times, as you don't feel like turning down the proposed paycheck.

This isn't an interview, you were hired on recommendation and asked to start immediately. Understandable. Their choices were slim, and the people they would want to know the exact location of their dwelling were even fewer in number. You can work in this position. So you will.

Donnie squints at a feed and zooms in, the screen automatically typing out a list of instructions as he speaks, Raph (biggest, spiky) shifting foot to foot behind him, Leo (medium giant turtle sized, flashy) and Big Mikey slumped against each other.

"We can't keep track of him and its stressful-Mikey if you hear this, we love you. You are just very fast and have a penchant for putting yourself in danger. Or using mystic-oh, you are aware of yokai mystic, yes? Excellent. Don't let him use it.

"Your job is to keep him fed (Mikey has trained himself to have few hunger cues/has strong reactions to certain textures and might not seek out food on his own, or might just forget.) Keep him amused, (Mikey gets bored and lonely very easily, once he bonds with you he'll have the connection he needs for you to be a source of comfort and regulation. He is incredibly affectionate, physically and otherwise.)

"You are to make sure he feels loved, and keep him busy. He knows you've been hired to do so and may use that fact to... mess with you. You should be fine. Or, rather, you will be fine, because this is the job you were hired for.

"He has a lot of trauma and triggers, is unwilling to share them with us but may open up to you. So be prepared for stories of the impossible that might be real, please treat them as such." Leo hits the floor, big Mikey follows. Raph sits next to them, blinking one eye then the other.

Donnie scrolls around, sending you a transcript of this conversation and lists of resources/extra instructions. He looks exhausted as well. "Please keep him as happy and busy as you can, he is incredibly understimulated here after years of living in fight or flight with constant action. If he wants to rest, all the power to you, but as of yet we have not seen him sleep."

Donnie looks up from the screen. You get the impression that eye contact hurts the both of you.

"This part is very, very important-Leo's fine, he does that, don't worry-do not let him use mystic. If he starts glowing, or pretty gold shit appears, he levitates? Shut that shit down, redirect any way possible. He loves visual art, food, and amusement parks, at least he used to. He likes playing a lot-"

"Who does?"

The four boys sprawled out and barely standing respectively chorus 'Hey Mikey' when the figure drops down from the ceiling to hang in front of your face.

Donnie sighs. "See the chains? That. That is what we do not want, as it DRAINS YOUR ENERGY AND LIFEFORCE, Mikey."

You are three inches away from his face. "They're talking about you, giving me instructions."

Mikey looks you up and down, and beams.

"Dude. You need to wear clothes."

"But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."

"Because of the laws that say you need to wear clothes."

"Those don't apply-"

You pull up a video explaining the law that does indeed exist, as of two months ago. He pouts, and falls back onto his fluffy nest of a bed.

"You're terrible at being a pervert, daddy."

"Uh huh. You still have to wear clothes."

He stares at you. His thighs are apart, showing off a fat little tail. Cute. His thighs could be fatter, cerulean skin speckled with even more gold as his markings grow and stretch to accommodate his slow growth, soft and giving. You can fix that. He looks like he hasn't properly eaten in years, needs to gain weight anyway, you know, for his health. Teach him to call you a pervert.

But right now it's day motherfucking one, and you're already having to bargain for basic complacency with the law.

His smile widens. You didn't even flinch. Sure, he wants a reaction but he flirted with you. And you weren't disgusted. Looking over twice his age, being a mutant, and surviving an apocalypse have done nothing kind to Mikey's self-confidence. You're a human, beautiful, the beauty standard. A pretty, older man. And you didn't balk when he called you daddy.

Oh, maybe you thought he was kidding. Best try again, just to be sure.

"I'll wear clothes if they're yours, Daddy."

"That's fine, as long as you're wearing them on the way to go clothes shopping."

You look down at the tiny boy swallowed up in your hoodie, all smiles, holding your hand and leaning into you as you head out. You don't see Donnie in the flesh, but you receive a text a few minutes later, wandering out into New York autumn.

-oh good he's bonded to you already. Excellent. I was so relieved to hear april's friend was a man when she recommended you-

You look down at your charge, happily nuzzling his cheek into your arm. -Why's that now?-

Donnie sends a remarkably cute image of the two of you.

-He likes boys.-

Mikey is cozy and warm in a hoodie with bear ears, toasty from your body heat. It drapes over him like a dress, cradles and swallows him up. He's holding your hand, delighted with you. You didnt even flinch when he dropped down in front of you, when he grabbed your hand. He was able to get you to lend him your hoodie in less than ten minutes! You rub your thumb over his scales absentmindedly, answer every question and request (demand) with amused patience.

He'll have to work hard to find buttons to press for fun. But he likes this. He likes you. Gazing up at your face, admiring your features. Maybe later he'll fake an injury so you carry him a few feet. (You carry him all the way home, you are so strong and his cheeks are flushed despite himself and he already adores you, cajoling you into staying for dinner.)

Donnie informs you. "He's faking, you know."

You look at the boy in your arms and say "That's fine, he can just ask next time though."

His cheeks darken. His hands curl into your shirt. You gently sway him back and forth as you chat with Donnie.

Taller, younger Mikey made so much food, beyond grateful to have his kitchen and art studio back. It's amazing. Mikey huffs that he can make amazing food too, you ask if he wants to cook with you later. His brothers eye the two of you as mikey squeals and stims by bapping at your arm and chest. Surely he'll be able to relearn how to cook. It cant be as bad as last time. (It can and will be. He cries, and you order takeout, stalling with appetizers as you redo the recipe, the whole thing with Mikey's help. It actually turns out well, not pretty or extravagant like big Mikey's food, but still.

[manicpixiefelix]

Whatever you do, try not to picture Felix doing all kinds of silly voices at Build-A-Bear for the stuffed animals which is always a huge hit with the kiddos.

That mental image is so cute I'm gonna be sick 😍😍😍

I love Felix being the patron saint of tired parents who need a few minutes to breathe at the mall, he keeps the kids focused on the building process and entertained the whole time.

I will say that his managers probably hate him a little bit. Yes there's been a noticeable increase in sales since he arrived, but he also has this big, stupid heart that never wants a kid to be unhappy, so every time he overhears a parent telling their kid to put something back (an extra outfit or accessory for the teddy) he makes up a sale and tells them to have it without charging them. He got yelled at pretty good when they caught him doing it, however as soon as he offered to pay the difference himself in future, well they didn't like it, but they also didn't stop him.

He's the best employee they have, he also genuinely doesn't seem to fully comprehend the value of money.

[etakeh]

A resume is not an autobiography. It is a marketing document. Do you think Boeing's advertising shows all those planes that crashed? Hell no.

some guy on reddit

Seriously. I needed to hear this, as I'm going through my resume wondering which jobs to include, and if leaving some shorter ones out - because I'll look flighty - will create a gap that makes it look like I'm a lazyassmotherfucker.

So yeah, gonna leave off the crashed planes. Or at least the part where they crashed.

[a-mint-bear]

The Butler

Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

One day you are told you have a wealthy French grand uncle you've never met. He has recently passed and leaves you, his only living heir, his estate and his small but profitable and respected business, as well as the servants he's had under his employment for years.

You move to France to take over the business because why not and are surprisingly competent, but not without the help of the slightly older than you French butler. He doubts your abilities at first but is slowly moved by your down to earth charms and your way of connecting with people.

He is the perfect balance of a steady hand to guide you and a subservient gem of a butler. Slowly but surely you begin to fall for each other. He tries to fight his feelings but can't help doting on you and treating you like royalty, sneaking looks at you when he thinks you can't see him. You're not usually the dominant type but you can't help but daydream about mussing up his perfect hair and pinning him to the wall while you kiss him stupid.

The two of you finally give in and begin a relationship that lasts for years. He loves being bossed around by you in private and lives to serve. The two of you do your best to keep it under wraps to seem professional but it's hard to hide how flustered he looks coming out of your office and the way his touch lingers when helping you get ready for the day.

Well into your golden years you are seen as a perpetually single business owner who had kept the same butler under you for decades and he can't be swayed to work for anyone else. All the rest of your staff know the two of you are involved and are glad you both are happy. You want him to stand by your side but he can't imagine not supporting you as your faithful butler and in the end, you both are happy with the arrangement and don't care what anyone else thinks.

He wears a ring on a chain under his perfectly pressed white shirt, which you are known to use to pull him into kiss after kiss.

He is completely yours.

[pascaloverx]

FELLINGS — EXO K.J

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario.

PREVIEW CHAPTER TWO

The damn dress I bought just won't close. The zipper got stuck halfway and you don't know how to force it without tearing your dress. You spent a good part of your afternoon doing bridesmaid things. Your apartment doorbell rings, alerting you that you are terribly late.

"I'm coming." You speak loud enough for whoever is at the door to stop ringing the doorbell. With your dress still open in the back, you open the door, coming face to face with your boss. Kim Jongin rarely is late.

"With all due respect, don't you think it's a little aggressive to try to steal the bride's spotlight?" He says as he enters your apartment, you smile embarrassed. He has no idea how what he says affects you, which is good.

"Actually, the bride chose this dress without me. Now I'm trying to get into this shit but I can't. Do you mind helping me?" You say, turning your back, waiting for Kim Jongin to help you. He doesn't respond at all. But you feel his hand go down your back, making its way to the zipper. Finally he closes the dress for you and when you think it's done, you feel him approach your neck as if he's going to kiss you there. But actually he just smelled you.

"Your scent must be the most delicious scent I've ever smelled." He says as you turn to face him. You don't know what to say, so you ignore him and go to the bathroom to finish your makeup. He follows you there and out of the corner of your eye, you watch him.

"Are you going to behave?" You ask and almost immediately he smiles mischievously.

"If I don't behave, will you punish me?" Jongin speaks in a rude tone and you turn to look him in the eyes.

"If you don't behave, sir...I'll resign and you'll be left to fend for yourself." You say, looking seriously at him, who even seems to like your answer.

"I prefer a good old punishment. But I'll try my best today. I mean, I'm going to behave so I don't have to lose you." He says, approaching you and extending his hand for you to get up from the chair in front of the dresser.

"Do you think I'm well dressed? I feel like this dress wasn't made for me." Luna has always had a unique style and let's say fashionista when it comes to clothes, as for you...you usually wear what makes you comfortable. And that dress doesn't make you very comfortable.

"I told you. You're stealing all the attention. At least stealing all of mine attention." And he says this with zero intention of being with you. It's impressive.

"Let's go. Luna will kill us if we get there after her." You say, taking your bag and heading towards the door. Jongin comes right behind you and the two of you quickly go to the dinner location of the engagement dinner. Everything about the place was stunning. Sehun, Luna's fiance was next to her taking photos.

You're not sure what to do, it seems like all eyes in the beautiful banquet hall for the engagement dinner are on you. Everyone is watching as you and Kim Jongin enter, almost as if you were expected. Amid smiles and sideways glances, you both walk in. Suddenly, Jongin grabs your waist, leaving you confused. Until you notice the exchange of glances between Luna and Jongin, realizing that he's using you to make her jealous. Jerk.

"You know, I've always suspected there was something going on between you and Luna. But using me to make her jealous is low, even for you." You whisper in Kim Jongin's ear. From afar, no one would suspect that you're cursing him out. They might even think you're whispering something naughty in his ear.

"Y/N…" He starts to speak but is interrupted by the newlyweds who came to greet us. You had to compose yourself because you didn't want Sehun or Luna to notice that you're angry with Jongin, even though Luna is part of all this.

"I was starting to think the maid of honor wouldn't show up for the party, huh, Y/N? You know Luna can't live without you." Sehun says as he approaches to hug you and Jongin. You notice a strange exchange of glances between the groom and your boss, but you brush it off.

"In her defense, the maid of honor had to look beautiful for her best friend's special day." Kim Jongin says as he greets the bride and groom. The weirdest part is that Sehun seems tense because of your boss.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here after telling my fiancée you loved her in that damn call." Sehun says, almost lunging at Kim Jongin. You feel the need to find an excuse to lighten the mood of the party before things escalate into a fight.

"Listen here, buddy…" Kim Jongin begins, but you interrupt him, shifting the spotlight of this conversation onto yourself.

"What Kai means is that he mixed up his messages. He was drunk, dialed the wrong number, and ended up mistakenly declaring his feelings to Luna." You say. Perhaps this is the worst excuse you've ever given in your life.

"And how do you know that?" Luna asks, sounding genuinely surprised that you've come up with such a almost convincing excuse for Jongin's declaration.

"Her and I are engaged. We just didn't want to steal your moment." Kim Jongin says, catching everyone off guard, including you. And then he kisses your cheek, and you smile.

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