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booiiee · 9 months ago

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Brooklyn Baby

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) × Female Reader

Tags: Fluff, Hyunjae is WHIPPED, They bicker- a LOT, they love each other so much, it's pathetic actually, eventual smut (duh), separate tags and warnings for smut in the smut chapter. MINORS DNI!!

For @un-love 🩷🩷

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Chapter 1

It's summer of 2024 you've just shifted your whole life to Brooklyn New York, a decision that you and your friends and family had to all collectively take, Brooklyn is expensive and people are rude sometimes but for the first time you're building your life

You love your job, not a lot of therapist can say that specially with how taxing the job can be, but you really love your job, you're one of the most loved therapist at Brooklyn's biggest hospital NewYork-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital (yes i googled that) and let's just say you earn enough to have an entire studio apartment to yourself, something that you've come to realize, you love.

Your job is many things but it is not a job where you have a lot of free time, it might even be busier than working at a fashion magazine like your friend Daisy does,some days she is the only reminder of your life back in your home country, and your love for kpop and a certain kpop idol- Lee Jaehyun from The Boyz.

“Miss Rose, the director wants to see you.” your thoughts were interrupted by your assistant Liz- or Elizabeth, informing you of your rather sudden meeting with the director. Now the old Jasmine would absolutely lose it over being called by the director but moving to a place like Brooklyn from India has made you indifferent to these small anxiety triggering things.

To say that you were surprised would be the understatement of the century. The director had assigned you a patient of your busy (lazy) colleague, some VIP, whose case was “of utmost importance” to the hospital, which in itself was making you angry as if one life was worth more than the other. Nonetheless, you were gonna treat this patient like any other patient.

“Hi, Mr. Eric? I am Dr. Rose. I am taking over your case as of today, as informed. Please follow me this way” you introduce yourself to a tall man with freshly dyed brunette hair with a mask. He must be some high profile person given the way he was avoiding the stares from people.

R- You can keep the mask on until you feel comfortable to talk without them, our session can happen without you having to show your face.

E- Oh that is a relief thank you doctor.

R- So tell me Eric, what do you love doing when you are the most stressed and when you have a lot of leisure time?

E- Oh I thought you’d start with asking me my sickness

R- You say sickness like it is a bad thing

E- Is it not?

R- Well being sick is not great but it is not something derogatory.

*No one is born a patient and no one stays a patient till the end*.

*(From Daily dose of Sunshine)

As far as the questions go, if you’d rather me start with discussing your diagnosis, i am happy to do so

E- No its…its okay we can do your method.

I am skipping the actual therapy part because I am neither a licensed therapist nor a psych student to be writing that.

The 3 weeks you were assigned Eric’s case you found that against your better judgment, you guys were becoming almost friends, which is to say was weird in more ways than one. You were his therapist and you did not know what he looked like. You never asked him to take off his mask. He never mentioned why he prefers to wear one. So you decided you’d start and stay away from him in the hospital corridors when you often bump into each other after his session with your colleague.

E- I know we are not supposed to be friends and all that protocol, but you have really helped me in ways i could never explain and i am not the best person when it comes to gifts but i asked my friend j and he suggested this since you like to read- i've seen all those books in your office

Your gasp was audible to not only Eric but a few staff around as he pulled out a blue box. Eric quickly pulled you aside and for the first time, took off his mask.

R- You’re THE Eric?????

E- I mean I dont really say that about myself but i think you know me? Which is even better, so you know that i can afford this and im not robbing a bank for this gift, which also is not the case cause J bought this really-

R- Wait, I WILL not accept that, and give me a minute Wow! okay.

Eric, hi, I love your music and you'd understand when i say how weird this is to know my patient is a member of the group i love

E- aww doc you’re a fan. That makes me wanna be your friend even moore

R- Yeah, we’re gonna…we’ll talk about that later.

Wait, you're Eric from TBZ, so your friend J who often drops you to your session, the one who bought this SUPER EXPENSIVE gift, is J, Jaehyun? As in, Lee Jaehyun?

E- Yup you got that right! The one and only! In Fact he is on his way up, now that you’ve seen me, we can all talk comfortably

R- Oh No… no no, NO.

E- But why? Do you not like Hyunjae? *Gasp* Are you a hyunjae antiii??

R- WHAT???? NO! I could never hate my Hyunjae! not in this lifetime for suree!!!

“Well that’s good to know, Miss Rose”

You could identify that voice in a room full of noisy people, let alone the silence of the corridor, so you had no choice but to tun around and see a curly haired masked man smiling at you. Oh this is not good for your job.

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Chapter 2 will be posted super soon!!

#hyunjae fluff #hyunjae #lee jaehyun #tbz #tbz hyunjae #tbz × reader #the boyz fic #the boyz smut #the boyz fluff #kpop boygroups

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cintasfics · 5 months ago

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Hear Santa Barbara, I swear it's calling me

pairing: carlton lassiter x oc

summary: a private case leads the three members of psych detective agency to a nightclub, where marley goes undercover as a dancer to find out more information. the head detective at sbpd enters the same club one night following a tip called into the station and is taken aback by what he sees.

wc: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of drugs and gun violence

a/n: bruh. this is the longest thing i've ever written and i smashed it out in a couple of days. this show has sunk it's claws into me big time. also please forgive the details of the case if it makes no sense, it was the thing i struggled with the most lol

Things had been slow going at the Psych detective agency lately. The residents of Santa Barbara seemingly on their best behaviour for the past two weeks, and while one would normally appreciate a low crime rate, fake psychics with unmedicated ADHD and nothing else to keep them occupied did not share the sentiment. The lack of crime meant a lack of cases, with Chief Vick responding to all his inquiries for work with a blanket ‘if we need you, we’ll call you. Goodbye Mr. Spencer.’

But things started looking up when a young woman came by the office seeking his services, explaining that she worked at a local nightclub as a dancer but was recently blacklisted after overhearing a tense conversation between the club manager and one of the bartenders. Not only that, but she had the feeling some of her fellow dancers were involved in something sketchy. She was sure it was something illegal, but she didn’t want to go to the police out of fear of facing repercussions and getting her friends in trouble.

During a busier week, Shawn would’ve dismissed the case outright as it initially appeared to be nothing more than an employment dispute, but she was insistent that there was more to it and it piqued his interest. The allure of the club and its dancers certainly helped sway him too, and so he called a staff meeting to discuss the plan.

‘If we’re going to find out more about what’s going on in this place, we need a man on the inside.’

Though she was suspicious of where this was going, Marley conceded to his point, ‘makes sense.’

‘And because we here at Psych detective agency believe in equal opportunity employment, I’ve decided that the best man for the job, as is in many such cases, is a woman,’ this attempt at ass-kissing was accompanied by a serene smile and clasped hands, an admittedly good impression of a CEO giving a press release.

And while this would’ve been received well by investors, Marley wasn’t buying it, ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Aww come on, Marls! It’ll be fun! And I’ve seen that stripper pole in your apartment, I know you’ll do great!’

‘My unquestionable talent isn’t the issue here, there’s a reason I only dance in the privacy of my own home. No way in hell I’m getting up on a stage in front of a club full of people!’

‘Don’t be like that, I’ve seen you let loose during nights out before!’

‘When I’m more than a few drinks deep sure! But I don’t think management would appreciate me showing up to work drunk, nor would it help me effectively gather information.’

‘I don’t know,’ Gus piped up from his desk, ‘you’re a lot more charismatic and chatty when you drink, so it could work in our favour.'

‘This is true, good point, Gus! Plus I'm sure the dancers indulge at least a little, employee discounts and all that.'

Still not convinced and feeling like she was being ganged up on, she went on the offensive, ‘why do I have to do this anyway? Why can’t you guys pretend to be a bartender or a DJ or something?’

Shawn seemed to mull this idea over for a second before his eyes lit up, ‘hey that’s not a bad idea, gives us something fun- I mean, productive to do while we check the place out.’

A fanciful expression slowly came over Gus’ face, followed by a smug smirk, ‘yeah. Yeah! That could work, I was known in high school for my killer playlists so I bet I could rock a DJ gig.’

‘Dude what? No,’ came Shawn's indignant reply, like the mere idea had insulted him, ‘people loved my playlists in high school, if anyone’s going to be the DJ it’s going to be me!’

‘You’re dreaming, Shawn! It’s not just high school either, my Spotify playlists get a ton of views and likes! Not to mention all the followers I have because they just can’t get enough of me!’

‘That’s only because I use your account so all my playlists are under your name, they’re all there for me not you!’

‘What do you mean you use my account? I’m the only one paying for it!’

Realising that this was going nowhere and they could be here all day if she didn’t intervene, Marley begrudgingly conceded to the plan.

‘Ugh! Fine! But if I’m doing this, I get a bigger commission because I’m doing a lot of legwork here!’

Pleased to hear this, not only because she agreed to his plan but also because her loud concession distracted Gus from his treachery, Shawn immediately turned his attention back to her.

‘Not to mention armwork, you know, because of the pole-‘

‘Shut up, Shawn.’

~}i{~

In order to prepare for going undercover, Marley met up with the client to get some advice and background information on the club and its staff. She wasn’t a real nightclub person so it took a bit of coaching to be able to act the part and maintain it for the duration of her shift, but the clients help was invaluable and with the added bonus of a fake resume, she quickly got the job.

The mid-morning peace of the Psych office the morning after her club debut was disturbed by the sound of the front door opening. The two men sitting inside raised their heads from their phones to see Marley enter the room nursing a cup of coffee with her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses.

‘Well, if it isn’t our own little Dita Von Tease! We were wondering when you’d roll in!’

Shawn’s boisterous greeting was met with a wince and a hiss that made Gus think of a vampire braving the light of day after a deep sleep, though he knew better than to voice that comparison. Marley could be downright scary when irritated.

‘Please lower your voice, I’m still waking up,’ Marley hissed, hoping for some grace.

‘Sorry,’ Shawn, having the same fear instilled in him, lowered his voice, ‘I’m just excited to hear how your first night went.’

She took a moment to situate herself on the couch by the window before responding.

'It went alright, the other girls were welcoming enough but I didn't get a chance to really talk to any of them,’ she paused to take a sip of her coffee, ‘but I did overhear one of the girls, Amber, having a pretty intense phone call. I asked another girl if she knew anything about it out of ‘concern’ and she said that Amber had a knack for getting herself in to trouble, always managing to find the wrong crowd, but that this was the worse she’d seen her.’

Gus, feeling it was safe to speak up now she had comfortably situated herself, asked the next question, ‘What was the phone call about?’

‘From what I could gather it sounded like she had some bad debts but that she had a plan to pay them back.’

Shawn and Gus shared a knowing nod and a pensive look, ‘they always do, but it rarely works out well.’

‘Kasey, one of the bottle girls, also let it slip that the relationship between Amber and Cole, one of the bartenders, is less than strictly professional.'

‘Oooh, scandalous~’ chimed in Shawn with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

‘But it’s still sounding like a case of a toxic work environment and personal dramas, which isn’t great but it’s not a crime,’ came Gus’ assessment.

‘Hmm, I don’t know,’ part of her agreed with Gus, but she just had a funny feeling about it all, ‘I mean that’s probably the case, but I think I’m gonna stick around for a bit longer, something doesn’t feel right. Maybe having you guys there as an extra set of eyes would help too.’

‘Hey, Marley, it’s okay,’ she turned to Shawn, drawn in by his serious tone, ‘if you’re really liking this job there’s no shame in admitting it. I’m sure you could cut back on your hours at the hospital, or split your night shifts between there and the club if you really wanted to.’

Tired from the late night and lacking the energy to berate him, Marley simply grabbed one of the throw pillows off the couch and spiked it at his head.

~}i{~

‘God I hate places like this.’

‘Are there any places you do like? And remember to keep a low profile, the chief isn’t sure if there’s anything to this tip suggesting suspicious activity but we’re better off just hanging back and seeing what we can find.'

‘I don’t need you telling me how to do my job, O’Hara.’

‘I’m not telling you how to do your job I’m just- Listen. Why don’t we just go over to the bar and see what we can get off the bartender?’

‘Fine by me.’

Juliet led the way to the bar, with Lassiter following close behind her trying to avoid the sea of dancers around them.

‘You’d think a place like this would be a fire hazard with the amount of people-‘ Lassiter’s tirade was cut short when Juliet came to a sudden stop in front of him, causing him to crash into her.

His demand to know what the hold-up was died in his throat at Juliet's bewildered words.

‘Is that Marley?’

‘Huh? Where?’

Lassiter quickly looked around, trying to spot the woman who had recently taken up a sizeable piece of real estate in his brain, though it would take an immense amount of torture to get him to admit it.

‘Over there, on the raised platform!’ she shouted over her shoulder, raising her voice both to be heard over the music and in disbelief.

Lassiter followed her direction and his mouth went dry.

There, on the raised platform just as his partner had said, was Marley. Though it took a second for his brain to process it was really her as she had just dipped into an inverted position on the chrome pole in the centre of the platform.

As she spun around and returned to an upright position, he was able to appreciate the sparkly little number she had on, the black fringe mesmerising and the glossy platform heels making her legs appear to go on forever, maybe even making them an equal height for once. Not that he minds her short stature, if he gave it more than a moments thought he might even realise that he found it cute. And though it would be nice to be a bit closer to her lips (just the thought of leaning down to reach is enough to make his back ache), the smile that graces them as she looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes makes the phantom pain truly non-existent. Plus, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have thoughts of sweeping her up off her feet, a small thing like her would probably fit in his pocket, his to protect, to cherish and keep to himself-

‘Carlton!’

He was pulled from his train of thought by his first name, which is used sparingly enough to succeed in getting his attention when Juliet's repeated calls of ‘Lassiter’ failed.

He blinked a few times in quick succession to clear his mind and pursed his lips to try and regain some composure before responding, unsure if his mouth had been hanging open like some simpleton.

‘Yes?’

He was so focused on appearing composed that he didn’t notice the knowing smile on his partners lips.

‘I was just saying that knowing our track record, if one of the three musketeers is here then the other two can’t be far behind. I’m sure it’s no coincidence we’re both at a place of interest, and I doubt Marley would work at a place like this otherwise,’ her words were tinged with amusement, both at Lassiter’s reaction to seeing their friend/colleague dancing on the small stage, and at the feeling that once they ran into her accomplices the night would become a lot more interesting.

Her words made perfect sense to Lassiter, but he couldn’t help but think she belonged up there. Maybe in another life, if nursing didn't work out. Or is this how she paid off her student debt? He knew she worked while she attended university but he would've remembered if she ever mentioned that this was what she did. This plus the fact that if he’d never seen her here, the thought never would have crossed his mind because it seemed so out of character for the usually reserved woman.

Feeling he was beginning to get lost in his thoughts again, he shook his head and turned his back to the stage (as much as it pained him) to gather them.

‘You’re right, the tweedles have to be here somewhere sticking their noses where they don’t belong.'

Keeping an eye out for the troublesome duo (and as much as one on Marley as he could afford to without failing back into his previous train of thought), the detectives continued on their way to the bar. Though their search for the psychic and his assistant didn’t take long when they finally flagged down the bartender and were met with Gus’ friendly face.

‘Evening, what can I get y’all?’

His smile was so disarming and he played the part of a stranger so well that it took them both a second to react.

‘Gus?’

‘Guster?!’

The joint exclamations of his name seemed to snap Gus out of character and he immediately started fidgeting with a glass, knowing the jig was up, ‘uhh, h-hey guys! Fancy seeing you here, small world huh?’

Feeling a headache coming on the closer he got to Spencer, Lassiter rubbed his eyes and ground out ‘yeah, tiny.’

Torn between exasperation and amusement, not expecting to run into one of the guys so quickly, Juliet took the lead, ‘what are you doing here, Gus?’

‘Well, I figured with the rising cost of living it wouldn’t hurt to get a second job- third job, really- hard to believe the state of the economy nowadays, huh? Anyway, you two have fun and I’ll see you at the station the next time we get called in,’ trying his best not to act suspicious or give up the real reason he was here, Gus turned away intending to serve a club-goer on the other side of the bar where the duties of his job would keep him safe from the detectives’ questions.

‘Hold it!’

If only he could be so lucky.

The emotional rollercoaster this night was turning out to be relieved Lassiter of the last thread of his patience, ‘you expect us to believe that? That you and Marley just happen to both suddenly be working at a nightclub with reports of suspicious activity? Fat chance! Now where the hell is Spencer, I know he’s here somewhere!’

Gus tried one last Hail Mary, the ever-reliable act of playing dumb.

‘Wait, Marley’s here too?’

The glare he received from Lassiter was enough to change his tune.

‘Right, sorry. Last I saw Shawn he was leaving the DJ booth, in the middle of his set I might add, which if I got to be the DJ like I wanted to I would never do,’ the last part was laced with bitterness and the smug assurance that he would’ve remained professional where Shawn did not, but Juliet chose to ignore it, focusing on the matter at hand.

‘Which way did he go?’

‘Off to the left, through the employee only door, he might’ve been following someone but I’m not sure.’

‘Right, thanks Gus.’

Leaving the pseudo-bartender to his devices, Lassiter led the way to the door off to the side of the large room marked ‘employees only’, determined to figure out just what the hell was going on here.

~}i{~

The club was evacuated following some gunshots coming from the backrooms, with police cars arriving quickly outside. Having been a few days since the trio were first given the case, tensions within the club had finally risen enough to come to a head.

Not long after the two detectives made their way into the employee only section, they came across Shawn in the middle of a confrontation involving Amber, Cole, the manager, and a local drug supplier.

In his usual dramatic fashion, Shawn explained the situation to the detectives, telling them how Amber had fallen into some bad debts and went to her manager, a close friend of hers, for help. Having romantic feelings for the girl, the manager was quick to do whatever she asked, and with his connections from his time at the club, he worked out a deal to move some product through the place in order to ease her debts.

Cole, the bartender and Amber’s boyfriend, started catching on to the fact that something was up between the two, and feeling scorned, he called in a tip to the police station, hoping the cops would take care of the situation for him by punishing the both of them. The couples bad luck continued though, with the supplier becoming unhappy with the small amount of drugs being sold and coming down himself to see what the issue was. He, like the detectives, entered upon a tense situation, with the three employees having a shouting match.

The gunshots came when Cole lost his temper, blaming their manager for the trouble Amber was in, as well as the jealousy he felt, and attacked him. Not being in his right mind, the bullets missed their target and he was quickly subdued and all four of them taken into custody.

~}i{~

Having been corralled outside with the crowd, Marley missed the excitement and the big resolution of the case. She was standing on the sidewalk hugging her arms to her chest, trying to fight off the chill in the air while waiting to hear from the others, when she suddenly felt a piece of fabric fall over her shoulders. She clutched at the warm material to find a large suit jacket, a familiar scent filling her nose and its owner moving to stand beside her.

'Here. Don't want you to catch a cold,' he tried to play it cool, but there was an undeniable softness in the detective’s voice.

Though she shouldn’t be considering the situation, she was surprised by Lassiter’s sudden presence.

'Thanks, Lassie,' the small act of kindness as well as his close proximity warmed her better than the jacket ever could, 'my clothes are in the dressing room but I wasn't sure if I was good to go back inside yet.’

‘Well, we’ve apprehended the shooter and the three other people involved, but the rest of the staff will need to be questioned.’

‘Me included?’

‘The more information the better, but I can take your statement while you get your stuff.’

‘Thanks, Lassie,’ she thanked him again, knowing that the sooner she got her stuff the sooner she could leave and head home, ‘I appreciate it.’

He held out his arm for her to take, and seeing her raised eyebrow and silent question, explained the gesture, ‘the last thing we need is you tripping over in those heels and eating pavement on the way to the dressing room. I don’t really want to have to call for a medic on top of everything else,’ he gave the heeled boots in question a pointed look, appreciating her bare legs as his gaze travelled downwards.

He was right, by the way. The heels did bring them closer together in height. But what he didn’t anticipate with the change in height was the new details of her face it revealed to him. Her eyes weren’t just a deep brown, but contained different shades, like the bark of a strong tree that was hidden deep inside a forest, with sunlight shifting through the trees to highlight the different grooves and hidden shades. He also noticed for the first time the faint freckles smattered across her nose and cheeks.

Her airy laughter and warm grip on his forearm brought him back from another rogue train of thought, managing to catch it before it went completely off the rails.

‘God what is going on with me tonight?’

He cleared his throat and started to lead her back inside the club, hoping that his sanity would return once she was out of his coat, into her own clothes, and on her way home.

‘I don’t even know how you manage to dance in those things.’

His comment brought a blush to her cheeks, turning her gaze to the ground under the guise of watching where she was stepping, her words coming out with a shy laugh, ‘you saw that did you?’

‘Only a bit of it,’ he tried to hide how taken he was by the display by faking a tone of nonchalance, ‘my attention quickly turned to Guster behind the bar.’

‘Oh God, don’t even start on that,’ her embarrassment was quickly forgotten as she rolled her eyes at the mention of her friend and his assigned role, ‘who got to do what was a big fight between the two, I gave up trying to mediate as soon as it started getting physical. Honestly, it was like watching two children have a slap fight.’

The charged air between them cleared as Marley recounted the childish squabble between Gus and Shawn over who got to play the coveted role of DJ, her fondness for the two idiots evident in her voice.

A smile made it’s way onto the detectives face as he listened to her talk, and he spent the rest of the night basking in the faint scent she had left on his jacket.

#i hope people enjoy this i'm so proud of it #carlton lassiter x oc #carlton lassiter fic #psych #psych x oc #psych fic #marley williams #mine

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crowfeatherd · 19 days ago

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Fingers drum upon the corners of a clipboard, carmine eyes scanning down a list of crossed out names. Lips purse with displeasure. Dire circumstances have befallen the illustrious Chioriya Boutique, with a new replacement for staff being a quite the necessity. Now this was a predicament. Today alone, nine interviews already that had resulting in nothing. This man would mark the final interview, and considering the upcoming projects coming, perhaps she should just hire him, use him for whatever he's good for, then fire him.

No, she wasn't that bad of an employer.

Still, about as far as standards go, they're in the dirt.

Gaze meets the cloaked man as he enters the room. So far, not impressive. But it takes a real bold individual to try and rock chaps in this day and age. Even if it was a miss, it's that boldness that really sets him apart. The cloak is... also odd. A sleeve with buttons on only one side. Feathers on the other to off set the imbalance. It's a shame he's a man; probably doesn't understand symmetry and asymmetry. A male model could still be useful, though.

"Well, welcome. You're here for the job interview, correct? At the Chioriya Boutique? I'm Chiori, nice to meet you. Why don't you take a seat and tell me about yourself? Some of your past experiences?" An open hand, motioning to the empty chair across from her. The office was fairly small, a backroom to the actual boutique, in theory.

Moze has never had to interview for a job in his entire life, and it shows in the way he comes through the door dressed in the clothes he'd just washed fresh blood out of yesterday, how his hair looks like he'd just woken up, or the way one hand hovers constantly near the hilt of the knife sheathed at his waist - a warning or simply some kind of personal comfort. From under the shadow of his hood, he eyes the woman - Chiori, as she's introduced herself - warily. Those robes she wears are layered such that any manner of thin weapon could be concealed within them, and the exasperated look on her face says she might not even think twice about pulling one out if this doesn't go her way. Which means he needs to sit himself in that offered chair immediately.

He introduces himself with a muttered version of his name as he takes his seat stiffly, back straight and at attention, hands set impatiently on his knees. A moment passes in silence as Moze gathers his thoughts, reminding himself alongside the answers to the questions that he's playing a role, and that he's trying to be hired for a job.

"I clean up... messes," he starts with a grimace. He hates talking about himself. "General Feixiao leaves behind no shortage of them."

Should he have said her name? He doesn't know anymore, but he presses on anyway:

"Blood, or dirt, or anything else, I'll take care of it. I also know dozens of ways to hide my presence. You won't see me unless I want you to."

What else... At this point, Moze had been staring intently at Chiori's face as he rattled off his abilities, but now his eyes lower to the floor to think. Many of the other things he was good at weren't intended to be spoken out loud. And he doesn't have a note from Jiaoqiu to help him this time.

"And... I'm good with... weapons?"

#cisoriaseams #ghoverture2024 #ghwhowhatwhere #// 'it's a shame he's a man' took me the fuck out #// anyway moze fumbling that job interview god bless #event thread : fashion statement

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shrimper · 9 months ago

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PLS TALK ABOUT DUNMESHI GHOST TRICK AU!!!

YAAAY WELL!! IF YOU INSIST!!

so briefly to discuss the main roles. chilchuck is yomiel, izutsumi is sissel, laois is lynne, falin is the equivalent of kamilla and marcille takes on the role of missile ! (thus, marcille is also ray, && i’ll elaborate on this later)

the plot is similar to ghost trick!! (…kinda) (not really)

brief plot overview!! it happens in a similar enough universe to ghost trick, but the races from dungeon meshi pass over . i don’t think there will be a dungeon but don’t quote me on that one

but Anyway um. yeah chilchuck got divorced by his wife and it was BAD his wife took the house took the kids he was SO fucked. he dropped out of his job (which was…ummm. engineering maybe, if not rogue ?) and entered a spiral of depression > drink to feel better > hangover > depression. he was quickly gaining an addiction . LUCKILY FOR HIM he had a bit more sense than his dunmeshi counterpart — enough to recognise that his reliance on alcohol was a Bad Thing — so, in order to Recover (or at least replace it with something) he adopted a cat ‼️ he named her izutsumi and they became best friends, especially since it was likely chilchuck wasn’t going to live much longer after she died (half foot lifespans)

a few months into this he was falsely accused of armed robbery . he already had a pretty bad reputation around the area for being somewhat of a lousy guy, so he was taken into questioning and then. yeah whatever happened with yomiel 👍 temsik meteor, holding lynne (or in this case laios) hostage, etc etc

you know how this goes . chilchuck got revenge on the officers who cornered him && now senshi is in prsion . yeag . he (senshi) had two wards under his care, who were laios and falin. they all also shared an apartment with falins VERY close friend marcille who was very intelligent but not wise at all !

the first loop happens, and marcille got stuck there but sticks with it in the hopes of saving falin (…why? what happened to falin. can anyone hear me the number of plot holes in my own au are astounding). she eventually took the form of a log with a small sprout at the end of it (a reference to her staff) . she calls herself ‘bud’ !

you know the rest. izutsumi wakes up, sees chilchucks body & assumes it is hers and continues on without knowing how to read. etc etc .

“what about the characters you haven’t mentioned?” i’m working on it 😭!! i’m thinking senshi is jowd, Maybe (if not obvious by the story overview). kiki is inspector cabanela, maybe, and namari and kaka are her Right Hand Detectives(TM) with varying amounts of respect for her (playful sibling rivalry vs. kikimari perhaps?), but that does leave the issue of ‘why does senshi know kiki???? hwhuh’. shirou is the justice minister, maybe??? inutade is also here in the form of a dobermann i think. somewhere . inutade izutsumi best friends every universe

#gt/dm #shrimper chatter #it’s not fully fleshed out yet so if you have ideas i’d be more than happy to hear them 👀#i’m unsure whether to lean into the gt-ness or dm-ness but ah i will manage !!!#also in this one izutsumi is Full Cat #—ish #AND there are so many plot holes slams my fists into the ground. is it clear i haven’t thought this through #my original plan was to make senshi have been falsely accused of murder. and he confessed and was slapped in prison #and chilchuck would have did what Yomiel Did for revenge / as a form of protest. and shit. bcoz he knew senshi was innocent #but that fell flat for one reason and one reason only: WHO IS SENSHI MEANT TOKILL????#that dwarf guy he foiught with?!?!?! IDK #still i do think my previous idea is better because it makes chilchuck seem much more sympathetic…idk idk #anyway as for falin… she’s kidnapped by whoever beauty & dandy are right? something happens maybe . hmm #maybe she was killed by the rock the first time ?#ghost trick spoilers #loveandfrogman

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klutzyroses · 2 years ago

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Late Hours

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon x Fem!Reader

Tags: NSFW, female reader, penetration, office affair, dominant Napo, sub reader, implied fem!masturbation

Word Count: 3335

Summary: Y/N never expected to be the type to start a relationship with her boss. But how can she help it when her sexy manager keeps pulling her in with his charm? It really can't be helped sometimes...

Tagging @kissmetwicekissmedeadly , for putting this in my head...💖

“This. Isn’t. Fair!”

Is the predominant thought on Y/N’s mind as she remains staring down her computer, but not focusing on the content it holds. The young lady had a relatively decent little life. She had an enviable job, a cute little apartment, financial independence, a relatively happy life. So…why was she glaring at her computer, begging for it to engulf and transport her into a digital world of numbers and equations? Honestly, because it would be better than the predicament she was facing in the real world.

No, it wasn’t about documents or deadlines. If only. It was much, much worse than that. This was a 5”8, dark haired problem, one that couldn’t be ignored. Her fingers tap away at her keyboard, her eyes fixated on the screen for dear life, anything to avoid acknowledging the presence of her undoing. But his smooth, captivating voice made her pause unwillingly, giving up on whatever she was supposed to be doing and surreptitiously glance at the source of the musical voice and her current despair. And there he was, standing so confident, yet so laid back that the staff he is addressing is relaxed as well. And that was common of him, that’s why everyone on this floor enjoyed working here.

When Y/N had first arrived for her interview for this job, she had been told that she would be working in a particular department, managed by a “Napoleon Bonaparte”. She had expected a scary, mean grump in his forties…she was soon met with a surprise, when she met him. His good looks and his approachable disposition were both relieving and off putting. He couldn’t be much older than she was, he was like a model from a magazine, and that alone made her feel like she was at the start of an adult romance novel. The ones surrounding an employee starting a whirlwind affair with her attractive boss. How cliché, she had thought at the time, telling herself she was not that type of girl, she knew boundaries, she was more responsible, she had more sense than that.

...Apparently she did not. Considering the situation she found herself in a month into her employment, she was that type of girl. Napoleon Bonaparte was not a bad boss, oh no. He was charming and genuine and put everyone at ease, every member of the staff had nothing but admiration and praise for him. Women loved him and men couldn’t even hate him because he was just such an effortless charmer. Who didn’t like him? Well, right now, she didn’t. And not because of him, but because of the many soaked, ruined panties she has had to get rid of during the nights he invaded her dreams. His viridian eyes glowing in the dark, his strong physique pressing her against the bed, his deep smooth voice lulling and cooing in her ear before going down on her until she cries…

“Isn't he dreamy?” The quiet gushing of her coworker provides her with a fairly superficial distraction from her thoughts. Superficial, because there was no doubt she was speaking of their handsome manager. Feigning disinterest, she gave a half hearted response.

“Yes…I guess so. Though I wouldn’t say he’s dreamy.” Her surprised colleague gave her a curious look.

“Oh? Then what would you say he is?”

Genuine, a friend, a natural leader. Sexy, enticing, forbidden, alluring, seductive. A man. That’s what she would say he was. “Dreamy” didn’t do him justice. Kind, gentlemanly, charismatic, hot, successful, friendly, essentially every woman’s fantasy…but men like him weren't supposed to actually exist. They’re supposed to be fictional, figments of the female imagination. Yet he exists and he is everything a woman could want and more. And he certainly knew how to treat a woman. But she would never divulge why she knew that firsthand. Her silence is met with the giggles of her colleague.

“You’re probably the only one here able to resist that man you know.” While Y/N answered with a playful smile, she knew it was a lie. The “slip up” that took place but two nights ago had very much shown she could not resist him.

She hadn’t understood what she was thinking then. At all. Perhaps it was the solitude of the elevator, the ambiance of the lighting, or the close proximity to his body allowing his intoxicating scent to wash over her. Like an aphrodisiac, he rendered her helpless to stop herself from pressing herself to him, from wrapping her arms around his neck, with a whisper of his name on her soft lips before they were pressed against his. His mouth fit perfectly against hers, molding them closer together as the man’s hands found home within her hips, grasping them firmly. She simply leaned more into him, her fingers threading through midnight hair as white bangs brushed her eyelids, her lips being parted by his tongue to catch her own in a sensual dance. She finds herself completely lost to reason and sense, to the potential consequences, merely enjoying this stolen, forbidden moment with her-

The sudden sound of the elevator opening had been like ice water drenched on her. Her employer. She had just kissed her employer. She had hurriedly apologized and left in a panic before Mr Bonaparte could even respond. And she hasn’t spoken to, or even gone to his office since. That had been two nights ago, and she had reports she had been due to give him yesterday, yet she could not, for the life of her, bring herself to face him. Why? To get sacked? That would honestly be the best case scenario, she’d be lucky if she only got fired. She knew she could not keep this up forever. She has only avoided him this long because he has been so busy. But eventually he would catch up with her. After all, she works for the man!

“You know, Mr Bonaparte keeps looking over at you.” Her heart pauses and picks up again at double time, because the truth was, she could feel it. Her body could feel those jade orbs pinned onto her, no matter how much she tries to avoid it, she could feel his eyes on her. She could sense the heat in his eyes, she could sense her core starting to boil and simmer. He would probably punish her for the late documents she was supposed to give him…or for being a bad girl. Was this the time to be aroused? Of course not, but here she was, starting to get wet just from having her boss look in her direction. It just wasn’t fair.

“L/N.” The silky voice behind her made her back straighten as her lips purse from surprise, and the suppressed squeal she had almost released just then. She meets her colleague’s eyes, who looks flustered all of a sudden and seems to try and appear invisible in the moment. With all the composure she could muster, she turns in her seat and looks into the face of her employer. He seemed normal enough, he didn’t seem to be particularly aggravated or combative. Not that he ever did, he never seemed to show anger in the time she worked under him.

“Yes, Mr Bonaparte, what can I do for you?” She swears there is a flash in his eyes and she almost reconsiders her choice of words. But he speaks again before the beauty can recant her question.

“Meet me in my office after your shift. I need to talk to you.” That’s all he says, leaving no room for argument as he takes his leave. When Y/N’s colleague looks at her, she is met with excessive tears streaming down her pretty face onto the desk in waterfalls as her big sad eyes stare forward in despair, low sobs and whimpers almost inaudible to her.

“Y/N…? Are you oka-?”

“I’m g-going to get fired!”

💋~~

When she came into the dimly lit office, the floor was largely empty as other employees left to enjoy their nights, while she was mentally preparing to find a new job.

“You’re avoiding me.” Was the first thing he said and the last thing she expected him to say. Surely, he knew why she was avoiding him…or was it arrogant to simply assume that, given she had come onto him. She knows what's coming. This was about the kiss. The kiss that had set her alight, that had her melting from the inside, unable to take it but still craving for more. A kiss that she did not regret, regardless of the situation she was in. She knows she would have done it again, though she shouldn’t be thinking about that now. She needs to save her skin right now.

“I haven’t, Mr Bonaparte, you’re incredibly busy and I also had a lot of work so…”

“You don’t really think I’d believe that, nunuche?” She is not really fluent in French, but that sounded like name calling. She supposed she deserved that… though it doesn't feel as demeaning as it probably should've felt. It almost felt intimate, like a pet name. But she shouldn’t be thinking such fanciful thoughts when she was in the middle of getting fired. All she could now is own up and hope for some kind of leniency.

“Mr Bonaparte I…I don’t know what to say I just…I’m sorry.” Just the slightest hint of a crack gave her hidden anxiety away. The quiet footsteps of her employer stopped in front of her as she averted her gaze. She is overtaken by that scent once again once again bringing that heat in her stomach.

“You should be. I’ve been trying to get you alone and to myself since that night.” Confused by the…interesting wording of that statement, the lady looks up to ask him, only to find him mere inches from her face, causing her to instinctively step back…into the wall. No sooner did she realize she was against the wall did she then notice that she was caged in by strong arms planted on either side of her, leaving her unable, and secretly unwilling, to escape. The lights of the city shining through the glass encase him in a cool light, a light he seems to be shielding her from. His eyes seem almost darkened, as though the jade had not been polished, its color muted but its light ever so vibrant with undeniable, unadulterated desire. She can only gaze back at him, as though paralyzed by the intensity of his eyes, her legs frozen, yet liable to buckle at any given moment.

“You ran away before I could get to have you, you know. I can’t say I liked that.” His light smirk almost made her heart and insides catch fire, fire as intense as the one that seems to have come alive in him. And it was a most contagious fire indeed as she felt it spread through her, which was probably what compelled her to find her voice in that moment.

“I only ran away because I knew I would beg you to take me right in that elevator, to pin against the nearest surface and pound me into oblivion…” She trails off, her voice weakening, with both need and doubt. What was she saying? That’s not what she meant to say…But it was the truth, so she couldn’t stop now, she supposed. She could only sink with her ship at this point.

“Can’t you see…how much my body craves you? How much it aches and feens for you? Just seeing you everyday gets me soaked every night…you can see that now, don’t you?”

Why was she telling him all this? She doesn’t have that answer to that but it was out now, there was no taking it back. She could only pray that her next line of employment will not have an irresistible boss too-Was he…chuckling? Was he laughing at her now? Her face morphs into a pout of embarrassment and indignation.

“Don’t laugh!”

“S…sorry, I c…can’t stop right now you’re just…you really are…” He lowers his head as his shoulders shook, keeping her captive still against the wall until his chuckles die down. When he raises his head again, those jade eyes seem to be almost glowing with a hungry light, directed straight at her. His lips are curved in a lustful smirk, spelling without words the many things he could do to her with that mouth.

“Come here.” Her hand is suddenly taken into his larger one as he lifts it to his lips. He presses a kiss to each knuckle, maintaining unabashed eye contact with her as their fingers intertwine, like the locked fingers of smitten lovers. It brings a soft warmth into her heart, making it raise, yet her entire being feels soothed, calmed. It felt less like lustful infatuation and more like something deeper…more meaningful.

“You know…I never got those filled out reports from you, Y/N…You’re falling behind.” Why was he mentioning that now? Where was this coming from? She doesn’t have enough time to ponder that before she is pulled away from the wall and guided to his desk, where a moderately modest pile of paperwork rested. She barely manages to place her hands away from the papers as he bends her over his desk, pulling her hips back to an embarrassingly provocative position in front of him.

“M…Mr Bonaparte!”

“Shh, listen to me, Y/N. You have work to do…And I expect you to finish it.�� His voice sounds heavy and heated in her ear, making that burning sensation boil almost unbearably, the feeling of his chest against her back is enough to make her lose her senses, her clothing suddenly feeling less and less necessary.

“...What do you want me to do sir?” When did her voice become so sultry? So wanton and compliant? She wasn’t sure but it seems to have an effect on Napoleon. His low growl resounds into her being as he guides her hand to take the pen by her presumed “workload” as he keeps her in her position, her luscious behind straining against the inside of her skirt, the tempting outlines clear for his eyes to enjoy.

“You’re going to take this pen. And you're going to approve and sign off on these documents in front of you. And you’re going to do it now.” His hips brush against her backside, making her gasp when she feels the…evidence of his arousal on her.

“Is that clear…ma nunuche?” The whispered question is accompanied by her skirt being unzipped and slowly pulled down. Her answer was an obvious one as she swallowed.

“Yes sir…”

💋~~

“A…ahhh haaa!”

She could barely catch her breath as she forcibly keeps her hand as straight as she can on the important document. Reading through it was challenging enough, thinking of the coherent, necessary sentences needed was another thing. It wasn’t as though she couldn’t understand the words in front of her, as she would any other day. It was just that it was a little difficult to focus on figures and contracts when her gorgeous, charming boss was pounding into her from behind while she did it.

“H…haaa…Mr…Bonaparte…sir..!” Her whines were enough to make him chuckle as he nipped at her ear. She pauses to arch closer to him when a particularly hard thrust sends her reeling.

“I didn’t tell you to stop nunuche. I made myself very clear.” A hard squeeze of her plush backside has her shaking her head clear and resume her work. Or at least attempt to resume it.

“Y…yes sir, I’m sorry sir…mmmm~” Her terribly disheveled state was of no consequence to her. Her previously neat hair was now loose and fallen into her flushed face, her blouse opened, the air brushing her exposed breasts and tickling her hardened nipples. To say she was a mess, would be an understatement, but he isn’t doing much better. While he was more dressed than she, his opened, ruffled shirt barely stayed on his broad shoulders whilst his pants hung loosely on his hips, just enough to allow him to rock into her, his hands gripping her hips. Both were blushed a fierce red, panting as the sounds of their passion filled the room, or rather, the entire floor, with her increasingly loud moans echoing through the walls. Who knew who could still be there, but that was not a concern for either of them. Not a big enough concern for them to stop their tryst at any rate.

“I…I…please…too good, nyaa~” Her pleas of ecstasy only urge him further as the pen falls out of her hand completely, unable to go any further with her task as his masterful hand plays with a sensitive nipple.

“Can’t even finish one little document, mon coeur?” He clicks his tongue playfully as his hand moves from her nipple, down her bare stomach and lower still.

“Guess I just have to go even harder on you.” The sudden incessant rubbing on her clit induces a cry of both pleasure and torment. The deliciously rough torture is far more than the woman could take. She didn't think she could take anymore, but clearly, Napoleon felt differently. His free hand reached even lower than his other, caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh, before he, without warning, grasps under her knee and lifts her leg off the ground, leading her to balance herself entirely on the desk as he delves even deeper inside her burning heat. She shrieks, feeling something inside her get hit full force, making her see stars.

“Mr Bonaparrrrte!!” He smirks and repeats his merciless movements, feeling her writhe and scream as he watches her, his viridian eyes half lidded and the most satisfied of smirks on his handsome visage.

“There you go, ma petite…Give into me…” His cooing in her ear made her almost dizzy as she felt the dam about to break.

“I…I…mmm….Kyaaaa!” She couldn’t even get the words out but she didn’t need to. He could feel the way she tightened around him, how her body quaked and trembled. He slowly reaches round and grasps her chin, turning her towards him to meet his eyes. Glowing jade meets sparkling orbs before he captures her lips into a fierce, heart melting kiss. He caresses her cheek, his tenderness against her lips at odds with the rough thrusts of his lower body against hers. It's a passionate, wholehearted kiss, one that fills both with a sentiment just a tad deeper than that of an employer and his employee. Just a tad.

When she at last comes apart, he is not far behind, supporting her with his arm around waist as she bears the weight of both their climaxes, her cries lost into his kiss. And through it all, he never lets her go. He only breaks the kiss when he has ridden them both out, thoroughly out of breath as he slumps down into his desk chair, taking the flustered and heavily spent beauty with him as he shifts her more comfortably on him. She tries to calm her racing heart, as her bangs stuck to her forehead slightly, her body flushed and fatigued but she was all smiles as she listened to the rhythmic heartbeat of Napoleon’s heart. Her damp bangs are moved to press a peck to her forehead as she glances up to him.

“Are you okay, nunuche?”

“Mm. Yes, I’m just fine. Perfect…actually.” He moves her to press his forehead to hers as they lock eyes. He is inscrutable for a brief moment before a slightly boyish smile, with a gleam of lustful mischief lights in his eyes.

“Good, because from now on, I’m going to need you to put in a bit more overtime from now on." He pulls her closer to his chest as her soft cheeks heat up, as the meaning of his words dawn on her.

"You understand, don’t you, ma petite?”

🌸

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikemen napoleon #ikevamp smut

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forjongseong · 2 years ago

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BRO I HAD AN HOUR(?) TO REREAD EVERY MINISODE JUST TO CHOOSE MY FAVORITE ONE so don’t mind if there’re a lot of mistakes and misspells. why there wasn’t an answer“all of them”?

minisode 0

we start from minisode 0 where we can witness a rookie in the process of adjusting to a job. I assure you I’ve forgotten that y/n was thinking about firing Jay. “From coming to work late to having bad posture while sitting”. “slacking and falling asleep at meetings?” I’d have never thought he was like that. Was that the secretary! Jay we all know? Him? and when he said “I really need to get better.” he did mean it. and he indeed got better, almost perfect. man of the words right here. *sentimentally sighs* so our Jay has came a long way🥹🥹🥹

minisode 1.

did i mention how much i love relationships between staff? especially their little bickerings . i like that a friendly atmosphere in the office. when Yeji said “I wish I had someone who had my back like that,” and Hwiyoung answered “She has all of our backs.”🥹😭 yes, he’s absolutely right for this!! she cares for them as mush as they care for her. yk i hate when people say “oh my colleagues are like family to me” but when i read this series i can finally understood why people think that way cause it’s just a big family with Y/N and Jay as mum and dad and employees as children and their friends. overall it’s an employees protection squad.

minisode 2.

pure fluff!!! i love it!! the boy is so cute😭 he just got his first crush i think. bro even forgot about his parents to look at pretty princess with pretty hair and pretty dress. everything about her is pretty. then the prince charming Jay appeared in front of them and broke little buddy’s heart hgagsggs. /j kidding. at least the baby got an ice cream. and the big baby read as Jay got all sulky and pouty because the only flavor is left is the mint chocolate which isn’t his favorite. don’t worry he surely got his dessert later🤭. but imagine if they’ll have a child in future😭

minisode 3

where i can find a man who is ready to come to me at half past ten?? after like 4 messages?? without any beginning?? god me when hm? jay’s so down for her and i’m so down for jay in specs🫠 we don’t have much nsfw minisodes but that was the first one! and was so hot!! y/n not wearing panties is saying a lot okay. she was missing and waiting to dicked down. “Did any of your exes made you squirt?” bro-😭😭

minisode 4

okay, here we go with typical busy overtime🥲. we don’t blame here jay for sleeping on piles of paper and y/n for pushing everything to deadline cause it’s just a typical student’s life(as for me). but y/n’s reason for behaving like this is so gajsbfeudv!!!. “I have you now, so I’m slacking off a bit.” I HAVE YOU. i bet his heart skipped a beat after this words. and this all happened before they slept together ah. i still can’t move on from that line, sorry. anyway they’re so cute and adorable dancing to taki taki to fight sleepiness. i’ll take note of this, thank you. and jay hugging siberian husky plushie goooood😭. this breed of dog is so cute!!! especially their eyes. unfortunately they’re not that apartment friendly:(

minisode 5

okay, this one with a rookie jay who was still a bit incompetent. MORE JAY IN SPECS PLEASE IM BEGGING. i’m simp for him. that one girl goes “He looked so cute with his hair down! Like all fluffy with the front bangs and… ugh, he’s just so cute. I wished he worked on our floor.” GIRL SAME. ME TOO. jay with his hair down in specs going with bread smile that’s all i want. that’s all i need. so we can all assume that jay is the hot topic between employees just for breathing gajsgsh. that’s right, as he should. he deserves it.“Make sure to wake up early. I don’t want anyone getting distracted by your… hair,” is this a jealousy? is this a possessiveness? miss y/n what’s with the behavior?🤨🤨caught in 4K

minisode 6

sleeping together during business trips can be one of the jay and y/n’ fav little things of working together. they’re together 24/7 fr. waking up together, eating together, going out together, even when y/n has a business meeting jay’s around her. couple goals ig. choosing Japan as a business trip destination was a wise choice. i applaud. forgot for a second that jay’s good at japanese. why he’s so perfect. we should stop praising men for literally knowing a foreign language. but back to our y/n. ONCE AGAIN SHE’S SO CUTE. the bathroom in the hotel room amazed her😭 remember when she was amazed by a fireplace in a hotel room in NY😭 we must protect her at all cost. “It’s huge,”- “That’s what she said,” cackling at this! “you always wore your watch on your left wrist and having it face inside” i wear mine like that too! so why would jay find it unusual? i thought everyone wears like that, no? Y/n is the caring queen!! repeat after me Y/n is the caring queen. She prepared a bath for jay, gave him a good massage, washed his hair, put a towel behind his neck so he’s comfortable. she did all of this to jay saying “But are we having sex tonight or not?”🤡

minisode 7

i’m not even fully awake for this nor i’m not ready to reread it at daytime. sorrry!! i don’t wanna take a shower bye

minisode 8

i love when he calls her boss even though it’s the only way he could address her at that times. “Damn, she sure walks fast in killer heels,” she’s runner she’s track star~

when he buys band-aid for you>>>actually just when he’s jay park>>>

“You had never let anyone touch your feet before, not even store staff” untouchable untouchable~~ too much tiktok got me like😓. this whole minisode screams that jay’s love language is acts of service. opening a door for her, cracking not the best joke(do we consider it as an act?), buying band-aids, plaster them, not opening a mouth to prevent burping since coffee makes him feel gassy🥹 “His mind was also preoccupied with the idea of finding a pair of shoes for you that are elegant, work-appropriate, and will never hurt your feet.” and he did it!!! channel ones!!! i got it right this time! are you proud of me?🥹

okay I have gatekept this long enough, now I am answering it for everyone else to read!

love your summary and commentary of each minisode I CAN'T BELIEVE you went on a bingeread and just went ham ALSO CAN'T BELIEVE an ask can be THIS LONG??? bless

I will come back time to time to reread this, hands down one of the best feedbacks EVER

#nanaanswers #nana smile file #nanafeedbacks #from.eva #fic: somebody #fic: cuando nadie ve #fic: la niña de mis ojos #fic: falling autumn #fic: night night #fic: subtítulos #fic: after last night #fic: daylight #fic: subside

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chynandri · 1 year ago

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New Start GO! 🌸 Work 2

Back to the first day of shooting for ‘New Start GO!’

Tomoya: ………….. I-I’m so nervous!

I’ve often been in and out of the backstage of ES and tv stations, so I thought I’m already used to being in normal society. But I feel so strange being in a totally unfamiliar office…..!

Let me think, did I bring my notebook and ballpoint pen? I’ve brought my temp staff member ID and work computer too, other things I need to bring are…

Nazuna: Did you grab a business card? The general manager gave them to Anzu just now.

Tomoya: Ah, I got one. I carefully put it in my business card holder….!

Nazuna: Speaking of, the company really prepared everything so formally. We’re like real new employees, following the same process on the first day.

Tomoya: They even especially made business cards just for us, it immediately felt like we really are experiencing the workplace.

Hajime: Right? Next it seems like we’ll be introduced during the morning briefing, then we’ll be starting our real work.

Nazuna: Hajime-chin, your eyes are sparkling with excitement. And you even desperately begged us to accept the ‘New Start GO!’ job offer. Are you really that looking forward to trying out work in normal society~?

Hajime: Er, I don’t think I was that desperate. But, if we didn’t become idols, we’d have to consider taking employment when we become third years. From this perspective, I think this could be a suitable experience for us.

Nazuna: I agree with you. After all, this is an experience that you usually can’t try out, and everyone is interested in participating. There’s no reason to be against it.

Tomoya: Yup. But, I didn’t expect that even Mitsuru would be interested in trying it. I’ve always thought Mitsuru was a little impulsive, so I can’t help but start to worry right now.

Mitsuru: Mn~ I’m also worried about messing up anything, right now I’m really nervous. But, I’ve never thought about doing a normal job before, so this isn’t a bad experience!

Besides, it’s not like I’m the only person doing this. Me, Nii~chan, Tomo-chan and Hajime-chan are all trying out the workplace together. So I don’t need to be that afraid of making a little mistake right?

Tomoya: That being said, failing because you were actively trying versus failing because you were complacent is not the same thing. You need to pay attention, got it??

Mitsuru: Tomo-chan has nagged me so much my ears are gonna fall off, so that’s why I seriously prepared before coming here! I didn’t get any help from the stylist and put on my suit and leather shoes all by myself.

Though suits are super inconvenient for moving around, it’s better than a costume with a lot of flowery lace on it!

Nazuna: Ahaha. You’ve already started promoting the men’s suits, huh♪ The work suits and shoes are all made with practicality and design in mind, and they actually look like they’re more convenient for moving around.

Anyway, it looks like everyone’s ready. Next we’re gonna go greet the staff, everyone line up neatly ok?

We’re ready now, Anzu. Can I trouble you to tell the staff?

…. Huh? Even the President came to welcome us?

Mitsuru: Oooh, the President came here in person! It all feels so extra~!

Tomoya: But, this also means they really respect us. This is such a big responsibility.

Hajime: Uuu. Eichi-oniichan and Ibanyan are also in management roles, so we don’t need to be that cautious….. right?

Because we’ve often worked with idols like us, whose ages aren’t that far apart from ours~ So that’s why we feel so stiff.

Nazuna: Don’t think too highly of them. After all, there’s probably indecent people like Tenshouin in the management.

Hajime: Nii-chan’s words sound unusually mean, huh…

But, I’ll be careful. Though we’re just trying it out, work is still work. For the sake of not being too scared or not failing, I want to mindfully listen to the seniors’ advice and try my best to complete work.

Tomoya: Yeah. We’re also at the age for employment. Let’s not put too much pressure on ourselves and do our best.

Mitsuru: Eh? Tomo-chan, what you said to me a moment ago was totally different! You were like ‘I should pay attention and not be so impulsive.’ This isn’t fair!!

Tomoya: Because your forgetful personality can make you careless~ At school you were also lectured by Kunugi-sensei a lot… so that’s why I said Mitsuru better be a little worried and pay more attention.

Mitsuru: Uuu~ It’s not good to say such bossy things with no explanation!

Nazuna: Hey hey. Can you two not argue~? Being too cautious or too optimistic are both not good you know?

But, anyway, we’ve finally returned to our usual attitude ♪

Coming to a new environment more or less will make anyone anxious. But right now in this state we’ll definitely be ok.

The staff members are here now, so let’s go quickly greet them. Alright?

Tomoya: That’s right. Mitsuru, you can try your best while being your usual optimistic self too, ok?

Mitsuru: Ok! Let’s give everyone a lasting impression of us ⭐️

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Masterpost

#ensemble stars #ra*bits #hajime shino #tomoya mashiro #mitsuru tenma #anzu #nazuna nito #chyna translates too #IBANYAN MENTIONED

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divergent-one-1984 · 1 year ago

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Organized Crime Ring in Astoria, NY, in a neighborhood under the jurisdiction of 114th PRECINCT and in apartment buildings managed by CENTRAL ASTORIA, LLC. I have been the victim of TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT SINCE SUMMER 2016 because of my race and gender, I am an African American woman (because of a rumor / gossip mill started by staff at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION while I was employed there from 2014 to 2016 I was made the victim of WORKPLACE MOBBING and TARGETED PSYCHOLOGICALHARASSMENT & TORTURE / EMOTIONAL ABUSE. Due to the illegal access and leaking of private, personal, confidential information by wiretapping / cloning / hacking of personal devices, accounts and illegal surveillance in my residence, etc. This includes leaking of confidential medical information (HPV diagnosis in 2008 (strains that can cause CERVICAL CANCER and an ABORTION I had in 2004) - POST #8- Some WORKPLACE MOBBING INCIDENTS - CYNTHIA PENN

CYNTHIA PENN

A woman who attended maybe 1 or 2 of the WOMEN WITH NATURALLY CURLY HAIR meetings, who was friends with CARMELITA NEAL and HILARY MATTHEW.

One day CYNTHIA PENN came to my desk subliminally alerting me to talk to NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO because if I don't my life will apparently be ruined.

I of course did know that but it seemed as if CYNTHIA PENN had some inkling, she is an older lady who had worked at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION for sometime so I am sure she is aware of the TOXIC CULTISH CULTURE. I know I am not the first employee they have done this too and I won't be the last.

Anywho, me knowing what NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO may have had planned for me did not matter anyway because I did not do anything to NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO and she has no right to do crazy things to me / put harmful things in place to ruin my life simply because I won't be friends with, it sounds silly but that is why / how this whole thing started.

CYNTHIA PENN was basically telling me some random story about how her and a coworker had some differences between them and how they talked to each other to settle these differences and they were cool from then on.

In retrospect, it appears CYNTHIA PENN was telling me this story to subliminally message me to talk to NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO (even though I did not do anything to her and did not have to "work anything out" with her, she is a person I met in an office a few months ago who I got bad vibes from. I owed her nothing. When she noticed me distancing myself she should have respected my boundaries and left me alone) or else she was going to instigate the MOB AGAINST ME.

This is an indication of how MENTALLY SICK and TOXIC THE CULTURE IS at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION and the NYC GOVERNMENT AGENCY WORKFORCE in general, they OPERATE LIKE A CULT.

CYNTHIA PENN should have been having a conversation with NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO instead of me.

CYNTHIA PENN should have been telling NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO to leave me alone because I clearly did not want anything to do with her as evidenced by my noticeable distancing from her, or as NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO referred to me as being "COLD" towards her.

A weird choice of word for a co-worker you have only known for a few months, so this shows you where NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO'S mindset was, MENTALLY / EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE in a CULTISH TOXIC ENVIRONMENT, that's a recipe for disaster and for decent people like myself to be harmed, due to the immoral, unethical and criminally deviant people in those workplaces.

There seems to be a lot of "CRIMINAL STREET SHIT" being perpetrated in the NYC GOVERNMENT AGENCY workplace.

We were co-workers, not friends. I am capable of building friendships with co-workers as I have at every job I have worked at, including this one, but NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO gave me bad vibes soon after meeting so I just wanted to STAY AWAY FROM HER / SET UP BOUNDARIES TO PROTECT MY ENERGY.

I did not have to work anything out with NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO / talk to her about anything, we did not even work together.

The only reason I met NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO was because of this WOMEN WITH NATURALLY CURLY HAIR SOCIAL group I helped to start with HILARY MATTHEW, which was clearly something I should not have gotten myself involved with because I did not know the culture at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION was so TOXIC.

A social group that NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO did not belong in really since she never wore her natural hair, it was always pin straight, so I don't really know why she was participating, the group is called WOMEN WITH NATURALLY CURLY HAIR, to help / encourage each other to embrace our natural hair, exchange product, tool, technique and style recommendations and talk about the societal / cultural impacts of AFRO TEXTURED HAIR IN GENERAL and as it relates specifically to BLACK WOMEN.

NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO could not fully engage in the group because she wore her hair straight all the time and did not really show any signs of wearing it in its natural state, and yet had so much to say about my hair and things in general.

The incidents I have expressed are not the only incidents of harassment that occurred from this person or other persons conspiring in the MOBBING / HARASSMENT, just a sample of the ongoing HARASSMENT / MOBBING from persons known to me and unknown to me at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION

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therecordchanger62279 · 2 years ago

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An excerpt from my unpublished novel:

I woke up a few minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I don't know why I bothered to set it. Habit, I guess. It wasn't like I needed to be at work at any particular time. The paper had given me my notice yesterday, and all that was left was to get a couple of boxes, and go down to the office and clean out my desk.

But some routine is nice, so I decided to get up and jog like I always do, stop at the pharmacy beneath my apartment walk-up, get a couple of papers, and a bottle of Pepsi, and head back upstairs, and find out what was going on everywhere else in the world beyond my little apartment on the corner. My last byline would be in there this morning. I'd have to remember to cut it out and paste it in my scrapbook before I used the rest to line the birdcage.

Mr. Christoff saw me come through the front door, and with a wave of his hand signaled to me that my papers, and my Pepsi were on the counter already.

"On your tab, I presume?"

"Yeah, that's fine. But I'll be back later to settle up."

"Settle up? You goin' somewhere?"

"Florida. I got the pink slip yesterday. The paper is cutting staff again, so it's time I moved on."

"Sorry to hear that. What's in Florida we ain't got here?"

"Warmer weather, for one. I got a boat down there, too. I figured I can live on it while I look for another job. So what do I owe you anyway?"

"Let me look."

He turned and opened a drawer behind the counter, and then asked, "Are you sure you can afford to pay this - I mean, since you lost your job and everything?"

"Oh sure. I got a severance package. My tab's not that bad is it?"

"Here it is. Let me get my glasses. I can't read nothin' without 'em anymore."

He focused, and said, "Looks like $32.78," and he handed the piece of paper to me.

"Let me get a shower, and when I leave I'll stop back in and pay you."

"I'll be here. Ain't no place else I'd rather be." And he chuckled.

"Alright then, I'll - uh, wait a sec. Almost forgot. You wouldn't happen to have a couple of empty cardboard boxes in the back?"

"Sure. I always got boxes. A couple all you need or you want more?"

"Two ought to do it. There's not much in my office desk to bring home. You'd think after 34 years there would be, but I don't save what I don't need."

"Smart man. There you go." He handed me the boxes, and I stepped outside, went 'round the corner, down to the doorway, pressed the buzzer, and headed upstairs.

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 years ago

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Tati's Fic Rec's 3

As always thank you guys for sharing your beautiful stories with us! No special order and I'll continue filling the list (previous recs)

Stucky

Happy Ending by @teddybearbucky | OS - ABO | when Steve’s mate joins the team you push down your feelings for the alpha, but you can still be his - well his and Bucky’s. Love triangles rarely have a happy ending, but this one does.

Bucky

It’s All In The Eyes by @writing-for-marvel | OS - Biker AU | When home becomes a person, not a place.

Sweeter Than Honey by @foreverindreamlandd | Series - completed | You're bestselling author Tony Stark's new PA on tour with him in Dublin, Ireland. When things start to go wrong and you end up with a flat tire in the middle of nowhere, a handsome, blue-eyed Irishman named Bucky Barnes comes to your rescue.

unexpected by @pellucid-constellations | OS | With all of his rough edges and impassive glances, Bucky Barnes looked to be the last person you’d find at an elementary school bake sale. Too bad Steve couldn’t make it, and dealing with a class hopped up on sugar wasn’t a feat you could manage alone.

incandescent glow (your touch brought forth) by @cupidsbarnes | OS - modern AU | bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs.

he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you.

You Cut A Mean Rug, Doll Face by @wiypt-writes | OS - 40's Bucky | You help Bucky escape some unwanted attention by offering to be his fake date to a Gala. What could possibly go wrong?

my city, my partner by @real-jane | OS | you’ve been in love with scotland since you visited in high school, and in love with your partner for three years. when life becomes too much, bucky conspires to get you back to edinburgh.

Brooklyn Honey by @sanguineterrain | OS - 40's | Life in the city ain’t always so pretty, but you’ve got Bucky and he’s got you.

The Knight and the Queen’s Lady & Worth This Love by @avecra | TwoShot | Being the Queen’s lady to your best friend had its advantages. For instance, she always made sure you were always accompanied by Captain James Barnes, the knight who had seemed to meddle his way into your life. Over time, the wall you seemed to have built around yourself starts to crumble, as you begin realize your true feelings for the knight.

YOURS LIPS, MY LIPS, APOCALYPSE by @nexusnyxyx | OS | Working at Ouroboros Ranch meant peace for you. The facility for recovery and Equine therapy never had a dull moment—its patients and work staff always ended the three-month healing period as friends, sometimes even family. It’s why you returned after college to this lonely city in the mountains—familiarity. It all changes when a certain Army vet shows up as part of the program. Barnes may not be one of your patients, but he seems to take a liking to you anyway.

DO YOU HEAR MY HEART? (DON’T FORGET IT) by @mellowsaturns | OS | A fight in the office happens because of a broody super soldier which leads to said soldier coming to your apartment to check up on you

TIME AFTER TIME by @intrepidacious | series - ongoing | After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

The Course of Love by @motsdouxdejanie | OS | Your clueless best friend has been oblivious to your feelings for two whole years, regardless of how many hints you drop. However, it seems that your situation may not be as hopeless as you think.

Pick Up & Delivery by @sweetascanbeebee | OS - Modern AU | You order pizza from your favorite shop, and a little surprise comes with it

Three Hundred by @adrinktostopyourthirst | OS | Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

Forgotten Keys and Warm Tea by @fandoms-writings | OS - Modern AU | Your date was horrible, you’re locked out of your apartment, and the rain soaked through your dress. Luckily, the only other person awake at this hour is your neighbor, and he’s more than willing to help you.

BLIND ROADS by @intrepidacious | OS | “I’m James Bucky Barnes. This is my charming fiancée. We rob banks.” (or, the Bonnie and Clyde AU literally no one asked for.)

The Quest for Love by @sgtjbuccky | series completed | (Modern-Day!AU) Work has always been a priority for Bucky, leaving things like love long forgotten, and for him it’s no problem, but for Sam and Steve it is the biggest problem to grace this earth. Fed up with Bucky and his constants protest and avoidance of love, they set him up on a series of dates to find the girl of his dreams with the help of the magical spirit of December. Only for Bucky to realize that love isn’t always found where one goes looking for it, but may be close by.

Resolutions by @starry-eyed-queen-16 | OS | New Year’s resolution to date more this year, which is making your best friend bummed for some reason

Rain Therapy by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine | OS | The line between friends and lovers is impossibly thin, yet somehow the hardest line to cross. It’s a line that you and Bucky just can’t seem to break, but it’s nothing one of Tony’s infamous parties can’t fix.

Almost Believing by @intrepidacious | OS | You and Bucky aren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn’t mean you’re getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

Warrior/Worrier by @delaber | OS | After a mission gone awry, Bucky finds himself on your doorstep in the middle of the night.

Steve

Stepping on Toes by @writing-for-marvel | OS - 40's | Despite observing his feelings for Peggy, you couldn’t help but fall for Steve Rogers - then he asks you to teach him how to dance.

quiet is the life by @pellucid-constellations | OS | Steve didn’t mean to fall in love with you—not when his life had become a high-speed chase, him against the law. But he did, and you brought a comfort he never thought he’d know. In return, he brought danger. You didn’t seem to mind.

Always you by @fangirlovestuff | OS - modern AU | You’ve met Steve and Bucky in middle school. Now, at Bucky’s wedding, some important information is revealed, and some important realizations are made in its wake. Steve was your first crush, Bucky was your first boyfriend. You three have stayed friends through it all, but now, when your best-friend-with-benefits Steve asks for your help, will the dynamic shift?

bug and bear by @real-jane | OS | you’re set to marry a man you’re not sure you even like, but the person going to all the appointments with you is your life-long best friend.

MOVING ON by @intrepidacious | OS | He gets caught up in the lines and the streak of sunshine on your skin, until you catch him staring and raise a questioning eyebrow, so he looks away, reluctantly, unable to hide the small grin that appears on his face.

The Garden by @wkemeup | OS | Months after you disappeared on a mission and are presumed dead, Steve is still struggling to hold himself together. But when he confronts a dangerous target on a mission in Lisbon, Steve’s world is turned upside down.

i’m listening (between the lines) by @bucky-fricking-barnes | OS | Y/N is in charge of reviewing the Avengers’ mission reports, and when Steve brings her coffee to apologize for all the paperwork, something more comes of it.

BROOKLYN, THURSDAY NIGHT by @intrepidacious | OS | It’s the third Thanksgiving after the Blip, and you’ve become a habit Steve’s unable to shake.

#stucky x reader #fic recs #bucky x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #steve x you #marvel fanfictions #recommendations

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jade-parcels · 3 years ago

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The bunnies’ other jobs!

From my bunny cafe au

((I am so peeved :((( I had this all written out!! And I deleted it by accident!! Darnnnnn!!!))

Anon asked “You mentioned that some of the bunnies have day jobs so do they all have jobs outside the cafe or just a few?” (Something along these lines…again…I deleted it by accident 😔)

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Diluc/‘Angel’

After his father got bored with the wine industry, he passed the whole company off to Diluc on his 18th birthday in order to shift his focus to mining. Diluc found himself swamped with all kinds of business decisions while just barely being an adult. He expanded the company and hired some very trustworthy people to handle things for him so he could finish college

When the business was given to him, Diluc and Kaeya had an explosive fight over it. Kaeya felt like he deserved to have some say in what happens to the business, he’s still a part of the family! But Diluc refused to let him in on any decisions so Kaeya packed his bags and left (not before cussing him out in front of their father, staff and business partners). He was just in a silly, goofy mood. They’re fine now, not on the best terms but they do chat and meet up for lunch on occasion.

He is filthy rich, he couldn’t spend all of his all of his money if he tried, so he doesn’t really need the job at the cafe! Kaeya got him the job because he knew his brother was stuck in a weird, antisocial funk and needed some fun in his life

Diluc loves this job, he has a great time, but it isn’t his main job. His priority will always be the family business!! If he has to quit his job at the cafe, he would in a heartbeat

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Kaeya

Kaeya was going to go into the police academy but was scouted out by a modeling agency. They had seen him at Ragnvindr company events and thought ‘well damn’ so they gave him a pretty generous deal

Kaeya makes a good living off of modeling, the tips and paycheck from the cafe. He rakes in cash pretty quickly just cause he knows how to get it. That, and his dad sends him checks every other month as well. Kaeya thinks of it as ‘I’m sorry’ money. He isn’t wrong

He doesn’t travel much for modeling, which he doesn’t mind, so he kinda just hangs around the city with a lot of free time on his hands between photo shoots. That’s why he got this job at the cafe! It gives him something to do and it’s fun as hell ;)

Albedo

Bedo is one busy bunny. He finished college early and is getting his masters degree online. He works most days at the cafe and on the weekends, he tutors other college students in bio/chem/science related subjects

(He was actually Xiao’s tutor back when he was failing chemistry!! Xiao is very thankful for Albedo’s help!!)

His dream is to become a biochemist, he’s always been interested in cells and what makes up living beings. So having a career in that field would make him the happiest man alive

His mother and sister live outside the city in a more rural area so he spends a lot of time FaceTiming the two of them! Klee is always so excited to hear about Albedo’s experiments or the people he’s met while working in such a bustling, fun city :)

Zhongli

Zhongli is a simple man! He’s a bunny waiter and an artist

He creates intricate pieces based on folklore from different cultures, focusing mostly on dragons. His favorite medium is paint, he loves painting on glass and layering the panes in order to create a 3D piece

He sells his works to galleries, shops and anyone who wants them! As long as they appreciate the story behind the artwork. Sadly…He undersells his work. He could def be making more money but he just does not desire money or material goods the way others may

So he got his job at the cafe in order to help out his dear friend Ningguang, not for money, he only planned on working there for a month or two until she got more bunnies but…he ended up really loving the people he works with :’) he looks forward to working with them now and texts/calls them outside of work to meet up for lunch or bowling (such an old man thing to do omfg)

Dainsleif/‘Sweetie’

Dain was a bouncer at another bar before leaving to come to Celestia’s! He’s good friends with Beidou, they belong to the same motorcycle club so when she was talking to him about the lack of security at the cafe/bar, he stepped in to help out

Little did he know…he’d actually become a bunny…And like it

This is his full time job now, he doesn’t have another for the time being. While he is a bunny at the cafe, he still keeps an eye out for any threats to his coworkers and has access to the offices upstairs (Ningguang’s office and the security office)

When he isn’t waiting tables, he’s upstairs in a tank top and sweatpants keeping an eye on the security cameras and talking to the other security guards through their ear pieces

Ajax

Ajax is a student who doesn’t really have much time on his hands

He mows lawns in the summer and he’s quit his job as a cashier to come work at the cafe! He mostly works night shifts his cause he’s still going to school aaaaaand he’s on his college’s swim team! He’s about to graduate so he works close with his coach to help train the others on the team

He doesn’t really want his family knowing that he skips around in a skimpy bunny outfit and fucking customers most nights but I mean…They’re bound to find out if they see him in pictures people post

Xiao/‘Tofu’

Xiao is an art student!! He wants to be a tattoo artist :)

He’s already got one sleeve of tattoos, it’s unfinished but you can’t really tell just by looking. When he isn’t at the cafe, he’s either in class or shadowing Ganyu, his best friend and tattoo artist. Their art styles greatly differ, she focuses her craft on cutesy, colored tattoos, but she is skilled. And Xiao looks up to her

Xiao admires Zhongli too, they met at the cafe and when Zhongli found out Xiao wants to be a tattoo artist he told him that once he’s licensed, he wants to get a tattoo from him :’)

Baizhu/‘Honey’

Baizhu is a (mostly) full time pharmacist, hence why he isn’t usually at the cafe

He also has a niece, Qiqi, who he babysits often. He loves her very much so he has no problem watching her! Baizhu will even bring her to the pharmacy with him when he’s swamped with work. In the break room, he has a play kitchen, coloring books and a bunch of puzzles to keep Qiqi occupied while he works :)

When he’s not at work, he’s at home resting. He has chronic pain flare ups in his back and shoulders that can make life miserable :( he has plenty of good days that outweigh the bad! And as a pharmacist, he has access to any medicine he needs to make his life easier!

Dottore(Alain)/‘Doc’

Alain’s an oral surgeon who’s a little bit….too into his job

He isn’t phased by blood or gore so he’s easily able to conduct procedures that would make other squeamish. He’ll pull teeth, put in dental implants, remove rotten tissue, any of that without even flinching

Outside of that, he works at the cafe. He wears a mask in order to avoid being recognized even though at his job as a surgeon, he’s usually wearing a medical mask anyways. It’s just a precaution

This has nothing to do with his career but he used to be a tap dancer and actor so he’d join in on local theatre shows! He helped build sets when he wasn’t rehearsing. He doesn’t have time for that anymore (which kinda makes him sadddd) but he has all kinds of theatre playlists on his phone and in his car that he’ll sing along to

Scaramouche/‘Boss’

Scara’s job at the cafe is his main job! His side job is something you may not expect from such a grump

He works at an animal shelter! In fact, he brings cats home to train so they have an increased chance of being adopted. Someone is more likely to adopt a potty trained, socialized cat than a feral cat who doesn’t know what a litter box is. So Scara brings them to his apartment for some one-on-one socializing, training and cuddling

One time he offhandedly mentioned working at an animal shelter while he was working at the cafe and sure enough, three separate customers from the cafe came by to adopt!!! Only one actually took an animal home but he was still surprised that those people had listened to him and cared enough to come by

Scara is a jerk most of the time but when he’s at home…by himself…With a lil kitten sleeping in his lap while he plays games on his PC…Yeah, he softens up a bit

So as you can see, we have a very diverse group working at the cafe! They’ve all learned a lot from each other, come to appreciate each other’s friendship and come to help each other out when one of their coworkers is in need or upset.

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yutahoes · 3 years ago

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Ghost of You

pairing: idol! Yuta (NCT member) x idol! Y/N (solo idol-actress)

word count : 5k words

genre: angst

summary: He was the one who ended everything. But you’re like a ghost that kept haunting him.

warning : break up, alleged cheating, pregnancy, a fic where you just want to strangle Yuta to death

Based on this ask. I’m sorry, I tweaked the story and changed some of the song (especially the Olivia Rodrigo one because it doesn’t fit the story) The songs I used are linked in the story. Also, I have no idea how the idol world works and please note that this is just fanfiction. Please Enjoy reading.

Broken glass, an empty unruly apartment. Signs that a big fight happened. All because of a tabloid article of him seeing his co-host late at night. Yuta argued that she needed someone to talk to and Y/N was angry that he winged their anniversary V-live just for this. “You can tell me if you’re sick of me, Yuta.” she claimed that made him hiss. “Don’t you think I didn’t notice? You’re always making up things just so you can’t meet me.”

“That’s not true!” Yuta shouted. “I am busy.”

Tears ran down her face. “Then explain how Jungwoo had lunch with me last Friday when you said that you’re practicing with your members.”

“Stop saying that I don’t even make time for you.” His voice raised in frustration. “When all you do is hang out with that co-star of yours.”

The girl scoffed. “So it’s my fault now? It’s work, Yuta.” It’s always the same reason. “I asked you a lot of times if you’re alright with the drama and you never mention anything. Now, you’re using it against me?”

The guy shook his head. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow. I’m tired.”

“And I’m also tired.” She whispered. “Let’s end this, Yuta.” She threw the promise ring before leaving the apartment.

The news next day was about Y/N erasing pictures of them in her social media accounts. The breakup news between the solo idol and the NCT member followed. Taeyong just shook his head watching Yuta exit the CEO’s office with droopy shoulders. “I really like her for you, hyung.” Mark claimed when he entered the practice room.

He didn’t know where it went wrong. They were happy. Everyone likes their relationship. His fans are her fans, and hers are his. They were tagged as the greatest idol couple, often paired in dances since it’s both their strengths. Y/N was casted in a period drama and he’s a supportive boyfriend who visited her the first day of the filming and thanked everyone for taking care of his girlfriend. She filmed romantic scenes, kissing her actor co-star. And he was fine. “It’s work, Yuta.” She would always say. And he would just smile.

He started hosting a radio show with a female Japanese idol and he was cold at her, wanting to stir away from controversy. But as her drama progressed, with more romantic scenes and more kissing, he felt left out. She’s becoming a star. And he’s becoming Y/N’s idol boyfriend. Slowly, he’s getting fed up with the relationship that’s slowly getting centered on her.

It felt like a breath of fresh air that it all ended now. Like a thorn removed from his aching heart.

All the public’s sympathy went to her, as he expected. She’s the star. The more famous one among the two of them. So he just painted himself as the bad guy by confirming that he’s dating his co-host which surprised the other girl. The agency was surprised at the decision but it became such a media frenzy that their radio show got high ratings every week. Even the sales of their album spiked up and he became known as NCT’s Yuta and not as someone’s idol boyfriend.

Everything is getting better.

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It was the end of the year award show when they crossed paths again. They were doing a great job avoiding each other. Why now? Nine members meant a vacant seat from the round table artists are seated at. The staff repeatedly apologized but as kind as she is, she just smiled and sat between Doyoung and Jaehyun, just across Yuta. She greeted all the members, even complimenting Haechan’s hair and Taeil’s suit. “Congratulations on best album.” she greeted, smiling widely to avoid the awkwardness.

“Aren’t you releasing an album as well?” Johnny asked that made her nod. “Another dance track?” Taeyong asked but Y/N shook her head saying that it was a ballad album and that she will perform later. The guys were obviously surprised, ballad isn’t her best track. She’s more known for her dancing skills so it is indeed a huge surprise.

When the best female idol awardee was called, the NCT members all stood up to congratulate her. Jungwoo even helped her with her pink lace gown. She did the usual thank you message: thanking her parents, the almighty being, the management, the staffs, and her fans. “And lastly…” Yuta gasped. Whenever she gets an award, she thanks him lastly for comforting and always supporting her. “Please watch out for my album.” He felt his heart drop, especially when she smiled that angelic smile. Why is she shaking him like this?

Yuta was already bored. He just wants to go home. The lights dimmed and the emcees announced her as the next performer. Because it’s a live performance, they showed some clips of her photoshoot for her new album. He had to agree that this concept fits her. She looked prettier than when they used to go out.

He was more surprised to see an orchestra accompaniment behind her on stage. Her, seated on a platform, wearing a white sequined dress that shines like stars when the spotlight shone on her. The crowd clapped just as the start of the song played. (Imagine this as the performance.)

The other members warily glanced at him. A break up song. Why isn’t he surprised?

My dream changed - instead of a famous singer, I tried to become a good wife

He remembered how she would always try to learn to cook whenever she had extra time. She never mentioned anything to him. It was until one night, they were laying next to each other, when she asked him if he wanted her to continue being an idol. That made him curious that time. She loved performing. Why would she ask that?

Now, he knew why.

By the time the second chorus rolled in, he was just amazed at how she could sing those notes while seated down. Her singing really got better.

Someday you’ll probably call me then I hope you will be a man and congratulate me

Because this is all thanks to you, I’ll prepare a good thank you message for you

He can hear Mark giggling beside him. Johnny pursed his lips as if preventing to laugh. “Hyung, please record her thank you message.” the youngest member teased that made him annoyed.

Her voice echoed all throughout the venue. Her adlibs hitting notes that she cannot do before and she’s sitting while doing that.

Slowly, I got over you like that

Their eyes met. Those sparkling eyes. She’s shining. She looks well. She looks better. Without him.

The fresh air suffocated him, burning his lungs in the process. The thorn that was removed came back and brought friends, a knife tearing his heart into pieces.

Everything is getting better. For her. Not for him.

The moment he went inside the empty apartment, he felt like breaking down. This is harder than the time she left. He missed her. He’s a wreck without her. A huge mess. Why is he taken over by his jealousy? She deserves to be the center of the relationship. The star. She deserves the whole world. Is it too late for him to get everything back now? He took his phone as a song on the radio played, “Mark, I need your help.”

Another award show meant another chance to cross paths with her. To Y/N’s surprise, Yuta congratulated her with a wide smile after winning an award. The staffs were repeatedly asking if the members were sure of doing this that made the manager and the leader nod. Johnny was seated in front of the grand piano, Mark on one side with his guitar. Taeil, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Yuta seated on different chairs in the middle of the stage. (Song)

Johnny started the melody while Mark played his guitar. Jaehyun started the song that made Y/N look at them from the artists’ place. Yuta smiled. Her favorite band. Taeil started singing the chorus with Yuta as back-up vocals. Doyoung sang the second verse while Jaehyun sang the chorus, followed by Taeil. By the end of the song, they lightly glance at Yuta. His last cry for her.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

And I chase it down, with the shot of truth

He glanced at her, staring straight to those sparkling eyes.

That my feet don’t dance like they did with you

The lights dim but he saw her silhouette remain on her seat, shoulders visibly heaving. Behind the spotlight, Yuta finally realized that like a ghost, he cannot shake her off. She’ll keep haunting him because he cannot let go of her. Yuta finally realized that he is still in love with her.

They had been busy with the concerts abroad and she had been busy with the promotion of her album. Yuta’s co-host quit the radio show and days later, it was announced that she was pregnant. The members were surprised at first but it was her who confirmed that Yuta isn’t the father of the child. The public sympathy went to Yuta for the alleged cheating that the girl had done, making him in the center of the media frenzy once again.

It was a Japanese radio show when he met Y/N again. He had to promote the Japanese leg of their concert while she promoted her Japanese single. She looked casual greeting him, as if nothing happened but her words echoed in his ears “It’s just work, Yuta.” Maybe it was really nothing to her.

They were seated next to each other. He watched her put on her headphones then rubbed her palms together. “I kinda forgot Japanese.” she claimed then said a Japanese phrase to introduce herself. “Is that right?” He nodded, his warm gaze still on hers. Too casual. “I’m nervous.”

He wanted to hug her. Comfort her. Tell her that everything will be alright. That he’s next to her so she doesn’t have to worry about anything.

But he can’t. She’s not his.

The host kept on claiming that they looked good together that startled them both. When the staff told him something in Japanese, he kept on apologizing while saying that he doesn’t know that they used to date. She just smiled, shaking her head to avoid the awkwardness. She really did move on. The radio show went smoothly until the last part where they had to sing a duet together. Y/N was obviously surprised. Didn’t she know? “We can skip it if you don’t want to.” Yuta whispered.

Once again she shook her head. “It’s fine. I just haven’t prepared for it.” she claimed while looking at the music sheet. “The notes are a little high.”

“You’ll do great. Your singing got better.” She giggled at the reference and he smiled. He missed her laugh.

Y/N focused on the lyrics, asking the translator to tell her what the words mean or how to pronounce it. Yuta was reading the lyrics, seated next to her when she laughed. “Yuta,” she called and he felt his heart jump from his chest. He missed her voice calling his name. “Should we switch parts?” He looked surprised, curious even. “I mean, the lyrics.”

Yuta smiled. “Should we?”

Y/N giggled. “Sometimes I am convinced they’re doing this on purpose.” He smiled while looking at her. He missed her. So much.

The host was asking repeatedly if they want to continue this, apologizing if it ever makes them uncomfortable but she would just smile and shake her head. He thanked her for being professional and she grinned, making Yuta breathless. He missed her smile.

They were introduced and she even made a fighting sign at him as the melody started. It was a lonely song and Yuta poured all his feelings on his part. (This is the song they used. Dude, can they just remaster it by asking Yuta to sing this?)

Long time no see

His eyes turned to her. He missed everything about her.

We cannot express how we feel

Breath echoes in our ears

The radio show staff all turned to them in surprise.

My dear, you’ve already found a new love

She turned to him with her sparkling eyes.

There is no one like you

I am cheating my heart

He sang while staring at her. She even missed the first beat of her part then smiled while looking at the music sheet in front of them. The bridge of the song came and the staff looked in awe at both of them.

But you are not mine anymore

They stared at each other while singing those words. By the end of the song, Y/N’s voice was breaking so she stepped farther from the mic immediately. A smile escaped her lips when the host asked if she’s alright, apologizing that she ruined the song. Everyone were giving them compliments, fans commenting on how amazing they deliver the song and wishing that they can do a collab in the future.

“Y/N,” Yuta called on the hallways of the building. He breathed hard while she just nodded at her manager, asking her to go first. “I…” He started but the words cannot come out of his mouth. I’m sorry. My ego got the worst of me. My insecurity caused our fall. I’m a wreck without you. Please come back to me.

“Let’s not talk about it, Yuta.” She said while shaking her head. “We were immature. We’re so used to each other that we took each other for granted.” She grinned once again, eyes sparkling. Upon closer look, he figured out why. Her tears were forming. Like little pearls in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Yuta.” The words he cannot tell her. “Let’s be happy, hmm?”

Yuta smiled, taking the hand she held out. “Can I call you when I am feeling miserable?”

The girl laughed. “My number didn’t change.” She claimed. “And I still have to give you my thank message.”

He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. “I missed you, Y/N.”

------

Fans were delighted seeing Y/N and Yuta seated next to each other in the V-live account. A thing they always do every year on their anniversary. She was smiling, her lovely smile, while waving at the camera. Yuta adjusted the camera to capture them both before smiling his angelic smile.

“I didn’t know your V-live account still works even if it isn’t used for a year.” She claimed, leaning in to read some comments. “I also didn’t know that there are still fans who come in this V-live account.” The number of watching people raised up that startled even Yuta.

They both introduced themselves in a lively manner before the NCT member explained that they did this V-live as a thank you to fans who trended the song they sang in Japan. “I didn’t know that it would blow up like this.” He claimed and she nodded, even laughing at how embarrassing it is that her voice broke in the end.

They started reading some comments about how fans missed them together, that they look together, and that their playfulness as a couple came back. “Are you back together?” Yuta read, pointing at the comment.

“We’re not together together,” Y/N started then emphasized the last word with air quote marks. “We’re just…” She lightly glanced at him who was looking at her, mirroring the same smile she had. “Just patching things up and fixing ourselves.” Yuta continued for her.

“Is there a possibility of a come back?”

Y/N giggled before pointing at Yuta. “NCT is coming back with a new album. I’m preparing for a fall comeback.” The guy laughed at that. “Yuta, do you want to be featured in my album?”

He nodded immediately. “Will you write me a love song?”

She grinned, shaking her head playfully. “I’m not gonna write you a love song~” she sang before laughing. Yuta chuckled, poking her side playfully. “But we’ll see.”

The fan asked what they had been up to. Y/N shared that she’s writing songs for her album and Yuta saying that he hangs out with the members often and the preparations for their comeback. “I’ve been hanging out with Jaehyun a lot.” he claimed, “I’ve been liking his music choices lately.”

“You’re already done with your rocker state?” She asked, feigning a shock. “What song have you been listening to lately?”

Yuta smiled, taking his phone out of his pocket. He played the song and Y/N smiled that there’s still a rockish feel on it. (Song)

Oh, all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

Yuta mouthed the words, trying to look for comments but his gaze was on her while jamming on the song. A smile crept his lips and he saw how one fan pointed out that he’s so in love with her. He is.

“This song is so nice.”

“Honestly, it kinda reminds me of you.”

He’s singing ‘She’s a, She’s a lady And I am just a boy’

He’s singing ‘She’s a, She’s a lady’ And I am just a line without a hook’

Oh baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you I need you here to stay

She looked surprised when Yuta sang the lines of the songs. The side of his lips curled up when he saw the sparkle back in her eyes. They talked a bit about what fans should watch out from their respective schedules. They said goodbye in a lively manner before Yuta ended the V-live.

Y/N leaned on the couch, breathing heavily. She lightly glanced at Yuta and he smiled. “Want to get some sushi?” She nodded, grinning widely.

Yuta cannot shake her off. Like a ghost, she will keep haunting him. And hopefully, she can come back to him.

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master-sass-blast · 3 years ago

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Not Normal.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Not gonna lie, this whole fic is me projecting just how bad I want a massage.

Summary: “I’m not having you break my back if yours is already busted.”

The corner of her mouth curls up in a smirk, but only for a moment. “I’m not some fragile, old lady. I know my limits.”

You lift your chin and stare her down. “I’m not consenting.”

Lin scowls and lets out an irritated huff. “Then what the hell are you doing here?”

It stings, just a bit, but you shrug it off and turn to leave. “I’ll let you rest.” You make it halfway to the door, then stop when an idea occurs to you. “Actually...”

Lin looks up when you walk back into the sitting room. “What, change your mind?”

You roll your eyes. “No --but there might be something else I can do for you.”

AKA you get Lin to agree to some self-care, for once in her life.

Pairing(s): Lin Beifong x Reader.

Rating: T on account of my love of swear words.

Word count: 4.5k.

There’s a certain element of “razzle dazzle” that comes with “seeing” --or, perhaps more accurately, being fucked by--Lin Beifong.

You know that the Beifongs are an old money family; hell, everyone in the world practically knows it. The flying boar crest pops up in nearly every major Earth Kingdom enterprise, from mining, to textiles, to political halls.

Lin, despite her staunch pragmatism, is no exception. Her apartment is in the nicest complex in the city --one of the nicest in the world, even--where rent goes for several tens of thousands of yuan a month. She drives the latest model Satomobile (and even with her personal acquaintanceship with Asami Sato, it’s no small financial investment). The fixtures in her apartment --what of them there are, given Lin’s leanings toward minimalism--are all high end, from her furniture, to her bed sheets, to the toiletries that neatly line the built-in shelf in her shower.

And, if she has an occasion to stay somewhere other than her apartment, her tastes don’t waver in the slightest.

According to Lin --who’d given you a short, gruff answer when you’d asked the first time about why she’d invited you to the Four Elements and not her apartment--it’s because of the Spirit Vine entanglement that’s taken over a good chunk of the city. Whenever she has to work in the outer reaches of Republic City, she stays in a hotel suite until everything’s resolved since the drive back to her apartment has practically tripled.

(Personally, you’re not complaining. It’s not every day you get to sweat up the sheets in a bed of a five star hotel room.)

You stride up the steps to the entrance of the hotel, a spring in your step. Your mind’s already awhirl with countless options for the evening; all of them end with your ability to walk being severely impaired.

(It’s the small things in life.)

The front desk staff already knows you (a credit to how often Lin wrecks your back). A crisply dressed concierge member hands you a heavy metal key when you detour to the desk, then gives you a polite “Have a pleasant stay” as you head over to the elevator banks.

It’s a long, tortuous two minutes to the penthouse.

The penthouse comes with its own butler --something you know rankles Lin, but it’s hotel policy. They greet you when you step off the elevator and usher you into the sitting room.

Lin’s there, stretched out on a velvet upholstered sofa with a pillow propped under her head. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and her mouth is set into a tight scowl.

You can already feel the bruises on your thighs; a shudder runs down your spine. “Rough day?”

Lin grunts, then tries to sit up --only to gasp in pain and stop halfway.

You frown, alarmed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lin spits through gritted teeth. She winces as she forces herself to finish sitting up and settles against the couch gingerly. “It’s just my hip.”

You cross your arms over your chest and arch one eyebrow at her. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

“I said I’m fine,” she snaps.

“I’m not having you break my back if yours is already busted.”

The corner of her mouth curls up in a smirk, but only for a moment. “I’m not some fragile, old lady. I know my limits.”

You lift your chin and stare her down. “I’m not consenting.”

Lin scowls and lets out an irritated huff. “Then what the hell are you doing here?”

It stings, just a bit, but you shrug it off and turn to leave. “I’ll let you rest.” You make it halfway to the door, then stop when an idea occurs to you. “Actually...”

Lin looks up when you walk back into the sitting room. “What, change your mind?”

You roll your eyes. “No --but there might be something else I can do for you.”

“Like what?”

“I do have a job aside from letting you fuck my brains out,” you quip, which gets a terse chuckle from the older woman. “I’m a healer. Massage therapy and chiropractic adjustment, with a specialty in dealing with injury and scar tissue rehabilitation.”

Lin stares blankly at you. “Oh.”

You do an internal victory dance; it’s not everyday you manage to surprise Lin Beifong. “I might be able to get you some pain relief.” You purse your lips when her expression sours and put your hands on her hips. “Pride isn’t worth pain, Lin.”

She opens her mouth to argue --then winces again and sighs. “Fine.”

You nod --after a moment to process your shock. “Okay. I’ll need to pick up a couple things from the office I work in.”

She waves one hand and tips her head back against the couch. “Fine.”

You stare at her for a beat, then turn on your heel and head to the door before she can change her mind.

***

It’s times like this that you’re grateful for the invention of the phone.

Thanks to the Spirit Vine blockages and rush hour traffic, it takes an hour to get to your office. You call Lin from there to let her know that’ll likely take you a while to get back --which she accepts with little more than a grunt--then pack up what you need.

Thank Spirits for the invention of the portable massage table, too.

By the time you get back to the Four Elements, the sun is setting (although, for late winter, that’s not surprising). Your foot taps against the floor of the elevator car as it whirs past the countless floors to the penthouse. As soon as the doors open, you exit --the butler lets you into the penthouse proper--and head straight for the sitting room.

Lin’s still there. She’s laying on the couch in the dark with one arm over her eyes.

“I need to turn the light on so I can set up.”

She grunts in response.

You turn on a table lamp, then start setting up your massage table. You keep glancing over at Lin, try to suss out what’s ailing her.

She’s tense --but, then, Lin’s almost always some sort of tense. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her hands are curled into fists. Her whole body looks keyed up, almost like relaxing hurts.

You realize she hasn’t taken her arm away from her eyes. “Light sensitive headache?”

Another grunt.

“Does talking hurt?” When she grunts again, you tut softly in sympathy. You secure the last leg of the massage table, then pick up your fur skein you use to hold water (it’s easier than toting around a bowl) and amble over to the couch. You crouch next to her, study her face and where she’s holding tension for a moment, then quietly ask, “Is it your scars?”

Lin tenses --likely on reflex, you’ve seen it in several trauma patients--but grits out, “Partially.”

“Alright.” You bend some water out of your skein. “I’m going to try to get you some relief so you can open your eyes and talk, okay?” When she nods, you continue. “I’ll need to work on your face, head, and neck. Is it alright if I touch you?”

Lin purses her lips, then takes her arm away from her eyes and nods.

You gently place your hands against her cheeks and use the water to feel along the tissue and muscle there. You can feel the scars --the angry, inflamed, knotted stripes of tissue that streak across her right cheek--and, sure enough, when you start massaging them gently, you can feel the pull of tension shooting into the surrounding muscles, up her forehead and scalp, and down into her neck.

“Yeah, that’s a gnarly one,” you murmur, mostly to yourself, as you try to find the root knot. You move one hand to Lin’s neck and start pressing your fingers against it. “Did you take a hit to the right side of your face recently?”

Lin’s lips curl into a tight smirk. “Got slugged in the face by a perp.”

“Ouch.” You suck a breath through your teeth. “Yeah, that would probably do it.”

“Should see the other guy.”

“Oh, I already knew they’re worse off.” You smile when she chuckles, then focus on feeling out the tension in her shoulders and neck. “Okay, I think I’ve got at least part of the root here. I’ll be able to get the rest of it once we get you over to the table.” You take a deep breath, then place your water-covered hands on her shoulders. “I’m gonna start down and work my way up so that the bigger muscles help the smaller ones release. You’re probably going to feel really warm from all the blood flow moving through the tissues again. If you need me to stop, tell me.”

Lin takes a deep breath to brace herself, then nods. “Just do what you need to do.”

You nod back --out of habit, her eyes are still closed--and start using the water to massage the muscles how you’ve been trained. You knead her shoulders with your waterbending, using the water in her muscle tissue to massage out the adhesions. “Come on,” you mutter as you work at a particularly stubborn knot. “I know you’re not happy; please let go for me…” You smile when you feel the muscle --finally--relax. “Thank you.”

From there, it’s like chasing after an unraveling rope. The release in the shoulder muscles triggers relaxation in Lin’s neck and face; all you have to do is follow along and catch any stragglers.

Lin lets out a gasp, then relaxes against the couch.

“That’s it,” you murmur with a smile as her body goes limp. You focus on the crown of her head, make sure the headache finishes dissipating properly, then bend the remaining water back into your jug once you’re done. “How’s that?”

Lin opens her eyes and blinks. “Feels like I got a full night’s sleep for once.” She pauses, then grimaces. “And like I’ve been out in the sun.”

You laugh quietly and nod. “That’s the blood saturating your muscles and soft tissue. It’ll settle in a bit --slowly!” you hiss, placing your hand against her back to help her sit up. “Don’t fucking undo all my hard work.”

“I’m so sorry,” Lin says, smirking. She lets you help her stand --though she glares at you a little for it--then winces as she straightens.

“Yeah, I figured there’d be more,” you mumble as you look her up and down. “Sit on the center of the table, arms down. Do you mind if I turn on another light so I can see better?”

“That’s fine.”

You turn on another lamp, then skirt around the table so you can better examine the set of Lin’s shoulders and her back. You press your fingers down the length of her spine, checking for resistance. “It’s your left hip that bothers you, right?”

“Yes.”

“That tracks with what I’m seeing,” you mutter as you check her ribs. “Can you turn your head to the left for me? And to the right?” You place your hands on her neck so you can feel the motion of the joints and muscles, then tap the left side of her neck. “You’ve got a lot of resistance here, likely caused by your body trying to correct your favoring your right side. I’m going to do some massage work first; the bones move easier if the muscles are already relaxed.” You step back and dig through the bag you’d brought with you. “Are you sensitive to scents?”

Lin grunts, displeased. “No fucking lavendar.”

You chuckle, then opt for the unscented massage oil, just to be safe. “Shirt and bra off, please, then lay flat on your stomach.”

Even though it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, the sight of Lin Beifong topless is always enough to leave you breathless. The musculature in her back, shoulders, chest, abdomen, arms, even her hands, to say nothing of her tits…

You force yourself to close your mouth before you start drooling.

Lin lies down on her stomach, lets you reposition her arms and adjust the angle of her neck…

You sigh when you realize her hands have curled into fists. “Lin.”

“What?”

“I need you to relax.”

“I am.”

You arch one eyebrow at the back of her head. “For a cop, you’re not a very good liar.”

“Not supposed to be. That’s the attorneys’ job.”

You snort, then shake your head with a sigh. “Lin. Please. It’ll be harder for me if you don’t relax.”

She sighs --and then slowly, reluctantly, she lets her body go limp against the massage table.

You murmur your thanks --and tuck away the interesting fact that she conceded to make things easier for you--then pour some massage oil onto your hand and rub it between your palms. Once your hands are warm, you place them on Lin’s upper back and start working.

There’s a lot to work on. Between Lin’s sheer muscle mass and the stress-slash-physical wear and tear of her job, there’s knots and adhesions all over her back.

Lin grunts when something near her left scapula goes crunch. “What was that?”

“Gristle,” you reply with a smile. When she scoffs, you laugh. “I’m serious. The muscles around the shoulder blades get used a lot. The knots that form give the muscle tissue about the same consistency as gristle.” You dig your thumb into another line of knotted muscle and press it through. “Crunch, crunch, crunch. Do you do any yoga or regular stretching?”

“I do some stretching as part of my workout routine.”

“Good, good. I’d recommend adding some upper body stretches to your regimen; it’d help with all the tension you carry up here.”

Lin snorts, low and soft. “Whatever you say, kid.”

***

It’s slow work. There’s a lot of trauma and scarring on and in Lin’s body --no surprise there, given her line of work.

You switch back to waterbending-based healing when you get to her left hip. You grimace when you feel how inflamed the joint is, then start working on calming the irritated and overworked tendons. “You need to take it easier on the job.”

“I need to do my job properly,” Lin fires back, sucking in a breath when you adjust her hip further.

You switch to pain relief techniques. “You won’t be doing your job at all if you destroy the joint.”

Lin grumbles under her breath, but doesn’t argue further.

Once you’re done with the massage work, you let her get dressed before having her lie down on her back. “Have you had a chiropractic adjustment before?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, good. I’m going to work on your back first.” You put a padded board underneath her back, then have her cross her arms over her chest --one atop the other, hands on her shoulders so her arms make a ‘V’ shape. “Alright, curl your chin up.” You put one arm around her, supporting her back, then help her up so you can put your fist between Lin’s back and the board. “Okay, deep breath in… and let it out.”

Lin grunts when you roll her down over your hand and something in her back pops. “Shit.”

You freeze. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. Keep going.”

You keep working up her back, then take the board out from under her back once you’re done. “How does that feel?”

Lin shifts experimentally. “Better.”

“Good, good.” You move to stand at the head of the massage table and start palpating her shoulders and neck. “Alright, let me take the weight of your head in my hands.” You gently turn her head to the left, feeling for any resistance. “Just let your body relax… okay…” You get her neck in position, feeling out where the tension rests. “Tilt your chin up for me, please.” You adjust your grip on her head. “Alright, deep breath in, then out…” You wait for her to exhale, then jerk her head to the left.

Lin groans when her neck cracks. “That felt good.”

“I bet.” You repeat the process for the right side, then have Lin roll on her sides so you can adjust her lower back. “Lay back down, I want to check your knees and ankles.”

Lin arches one eyebrow at you. “Is that… normal?”

“They can be safely adjusted, if that’s what you mean.” You flash her a teasing grin as you walk down the side of the massage table. “Besides, call it a hunch.”

“What ‘hunch?’”

By way of response, you start feeling around her knees and ankles. You nod, then laugh. “Yep. Definitely an earthbender.”

Lin smirks up at the ceiling. “Your first hint was?”

“You lot are rough on your ankles and knees. All that stomping around. I can tell just by how jammed up everything is in here.” You adjust her knees, then move to her ankles --and frown. “What the hell kind of shoes are you wearing, day to day?”

“My uniform boots.”

You squint at her from the base of the massage table. “The metal ones? With the retractable soles so you can use your seismic sense when needed?”

“...Yes.” Lin lifts her head, then chuckles when she sees the stink eye you’re giving her. “They’re practical.”

“They have no support for your joints,” you fire back. You smack her shin --albeit not harshly--when she lets out a huff of laughter, then set about adjusting her ankles. “Stubborn old fart.”

Lin snorts. “Pigheaded kid.”

You smile and shake your head.

***

By the time you finish, it’s nearly ten. The sky is dark, save for the few visible stars --thanks, light pollution--and the sounds of the city have wound down to a gentle roar.

Lin stands, stretches, then lets out a sigh of relief when there’s no pain or resistance. “Thanks.”

You wave your hand as you go about packing up your supplies. “No problem. I wasn’t about to let you suffer.”

Lin nods after a moment, then pads over to a nearby desk. “How much do you charge for your services?”

You gape. “I-- Lin, no--”

“I can always pick a number at random.”

Your mouth snaps shut. You sigh, but acquiesce (mostly because you’re certain she’ll pick an absurdly high amount just to get a rise out of you). You rattle off a price --an expensive price, maybe worth two or three day’s work in total--then accept the check Lin hands you moments later. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You huff a little --it still feels weird, taking a friend-but-not-friend’s money--as you tuck the check in your bag --and then your stomach decides to imitate a dying whale.

“I’m guessing you didn’t have dinner,” Lin surmises.

You shrug. “Kind of hard to give a massage and eat at the same time.”

The corner of Lin’s mouth quirks up. She nods to a nearby phone. “Kang’s is still open, if you want to put in an order.”

“...Okay.”

This entire night is a break in your usual routine. Massage and chiropractic work aside, normally you’re either headed home or in the middle of being fucked into the nearest solid surface by now. There’s no casual hanging out --and, sure, Lin’s ordered take out for the two of you on occasion, when you were both hungry, but all this still feels… different.

(You’re not sure what’s scarier, the change or the fact that part of you likes it.)

You put in the order --fortunately, Lin’s ordered from Kang’s before, so you know what she likes--then put down the phone just as the clock strikes ten. “Oh! Murder Mystery Theater is on!”

Lin looks over at you. “What?”

“It’s a crime-drama radio show. They run a new show every week.” You gesture to the radio. “Do you mind?” You take Lin’s hand wave as the permission it is, and turn on the radio before tuning it to the right station.

The sound of slightly muffled string instruments floats out the speaker.

“This week! On Murder Mystery Theater…”

You make yourself comfortable in an armchair that matches the velvet upholstered sofa. The new shows air at nine, so this one’s a rerun, but you recognize it as one of your favorites --a dramatic game of cat and mouse between the intrepid detectives and a serial killer hiding in plain sight.

Five minutes in, and you realize that Lin’s listening along, even as she reads from a newspaper. You catch her looking over at the radio or staring off into space while she processes the story unfolding before her.

Eventually, she flips to the next page of the paper and says, “The doctor did it. He gets off on killing his patients.”

You raise your eyebrows as you look over at her. You already know she’s wrong --it’s the mortician’s assistant, who so happens to be the doctor’s son. A smile stretches across your lips as an idea forms in your brain. “Wanna bet?”

Lin looks up from the paper and smirks at you. “What’s your wager?”

You mull it over, then grin wickedly. “If you’re wrong, I get to use the cuffs on you at some point.”

Lin scoffs and sets the paper down on the coffee table in front of the sofa with a thwap. “And what could you possibly offer to make that a balanced wager?”

“If you’re right… I’ll behave for a night. Whatever you want, no complaining, no fighting.”

Lin’s eyes light up. She smirks, then extends a hand out to you.

You grin and shake her hand.

***

Dinner arrives halfway through the show. You and Lin eat in the sitting room, listening to the show while eating (spicy possum chicken with steamed vegetables and rice for her, braised hippo beef with spring rolls for you).

“--but Jang said she was with her husband at an evening show until eleven.”

“...Which means he can’t have been playing cards with his friends at ten.”

“Not unless he’s a Spirit. Come on, I’ll drive. Let’s go see if Lee remembers this ‘show’ he went to with the missus.”

“This isn’t half bad,” Lin comments around half a mouthful of possum chicken.

“I thought you liked Kang’s,” you fire back, even though you caught her meaning the first time.

She rolls her eyes, swallows, then continues. “I meant the show. Its description of police procedure is actually on point.”

“The creator shadowed police departments in the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation for over a year before writing the first episode,” you explain before biting into a spring roll. You chew, swallow, then add, “He used to work as a PR rep for law enforcement when they had to work difficult cases.”

Lin nods, impressed. “It’s definitely better than all the crime family and love triangle shit that gets put out there.”

“Well… that stuff happens, doesn’t it?”

“Not the way the media likes to write it.”

You concede with a shrug --then perk up when you realize the script is heading towards the twist reveal. You shove the rest of your spring roll into your mouth to keep from tipping off Lin to your “insider information.”

“Lee Jang is a servant to this city. He’s been my coworker for three years! I think I’d know if he was a psychopath murderer.”

Lin’s brows knit together. She sets down her container of chicken and glares at the radio. “The mortician’s assistant?”

You shrug and take another bite of your entree to keep from grinning like an idiot. “Eh, there’s still time for things to shake out different. Each show always has a twist.”

Except it doesn’t “shake out different.” The mortician’s assistant is arrested, there’s a few brief trial scenes, and then it ends with an allocution when it’s apparent that the case isn’t going in the defendant’s favor.

Lin tosses her chopsticks against the coffee table and slumps back against the couch with a disgusted scowl. “Fucking dammit.”

“I guess that makes me the winner.” You tidy up your take out trash, pretending to pay Lin no mind as she glares holes into the side of your skull.

There’s no hiding your smug sense of victory --especially from a seasoned detective such as Lin Beifong.

She narrows her eyes. “You knew how the story would end.”

You lift your gaze to meet hers and smile, smug and unrepentant. “New shows air at nine. Reruns air at ten.”

Lin rolls her eyes. “So you cheated.”

“The odds are always in the house’s favor.” Your smile slips when you take in her obvious discomfort and displeasure. “We don’t have to hold the deal if you’re that upset about it.”

Her gaze cuts over to you. She studies you for a minute, then relaxes minutely and shakes her head. “It’s fine. A deal’s a deal.”

You’d argue, but something in her eyes --a familiar glint you’re accustomed to seeing before starts undressing you, or spanking you, or bending you over the nearest flat surface--makes you stop. Your cunt throbs, and you push through it by crossing your legs. “Alright, then. I’ll let you know when I want to collect.”

Lin rolls her eyes --but she’s smiling, just a hint. “Brat.”

“Funny, I thought that was why you liked me.”

Lin merely rolls her eyes again (but you swear you see her smile get bigger, just a bit).

You stand, stretch, then turn off the radio when it switches to a commercial. You eye the clock, then groan when you realize it’s almost eleven. “Dammit. I didn’t realize it was so late.”

It’s too late for a cab --again--or the hotel’s car service. Lin could drive you, but it’d be forever to get to your apartment building from here (thank you Spirit Vines and bureaucracy for impeding the city infrastructure).

Lin glances at the clock, then stands and starts clearing her share of the take out trash. “Stay here. Use the second bedroom.”

You nod, grateful (it’s not the first time you’ve stayed over with her at the hotel, given that the Spirit Vine roadblocks aren’t exactly new). “Thanks.”

Lin nods--

And then the two of you just stare at each other.

(Because, while this isn’t the first time you spent the night in her hotel suite, normally she fucks you in your bed, then heads to her own bedroom once you’re sated and on the verge of passing out.

But, if it wasn’t clear, this isn’t exactly “normal procedure.”)

Lin moves first. She nods again --awkward and jerky--then carries her trash over the bin in the kitchen before striding off to the room she usually uses. “I’m going to bed. Good night.”

“Good night,” you reply, soft enough that you’re not sure she hears you. You blink when the door to her bedroom thumps shut, then sigh and force yourself to clean up and head for bed as well.

(Despite the luxurious mattress and bedding, sleep is a long time coming.)

#sass writes #lin beifong x reader #in a shocking move from me this one has no smut!#instead it's *caring*#dare i say *bonding*#perhaps even some notes of *fluff*#also i want a fucking massage so bad so i'm living vicariously through this fic #legend of korra #the hands that heal

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can you make one where the reader is the youngest maid in Tommy's house and she's helping serve the dinner for christmas and taking care of the kids and in some point Finn gets closer to her and try to flirt with her (she's just a few years older than him) and the reader don't know how to react but Tommy comes and help her (because he already likes the reader but don't get too close because she's too young for him) and by the end of the night when everybody is sleeping and they have sex

· A Whimsical Tale ·

Author’s note: I know we are no longer near Christmas but I love living a dangerous life so I’m just going to post this now.

Anddd I loved writing this story so thanks for requesting! and as always, I hope everyone has a lovely day. ❤️

Warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol and a drunken Finn.

Christmas Day was a heavy day on Arrow House and despite the numerous staff, there was always something to be done. Y/n was one of the youngest maids so she was never the one in charge of cooking and preparing dinner, instead she helped pour drinks and look over the children, which Y/n was thankful for since it didn’t require as much elbow grease as cooking for an abundance of people.

“More wine Tomm...” she caught her mistake and made it up clearing her throat “Mr. Shelby?”

“Thank you, Y/n” He politely answered pretending he hadn’t heard her almost call him Tommy.

Y/n poured the wine with shaky hands hoping that nobody had noticed her mistake and blushing cheeks. She knew Tommy didn’t mind her calling him by his name when they were alone, but she wasn’t sure if he would still be as lax on the topic if there were other people present.

As she poured some for Ada, Polly gave her nephew a knowing stare that indicated she had noticed and knew what it implied, which triggered complex emotions in Tommy.

He enjoyed Y/n’s company when she served him breakfast and lit the chimney in his office and when sometimes she engaged in conversation with him. She told him everything about her life, whimsical tales of mundane occurrences that sounded worthy of a novel. He wondered what kind of character he played in it.

He would be lying if he were to say that he only enjoyed having her around because she was good at her job. Truth was, Tommy felt infatuated with her and her bubbly smile and occasional kind words when he was feeling the world closing in, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it because she was much younger than him.

Y/n threw occasional smiles at Tommy through the night. She helped entertain the children while the other adults drank and enjoyed the evening. As the night progressed the alcohol began taking tolls, calling some to bed and inciting some others to questionable actions.

“Do you maybe want to go out sometime? Came Finn’s voice while Y/n tidied up around the kitchen.

“Excuse me?” She asked even though she had heard him loud and clear.

“We should go out sometime” Finn spoke again in boozy confidence

“Um...” she began with an amused smile that disguised her discomfort for she wished the one asking were a different Shelby.

As if summoned by mention in a passing thought, Tommy’s deep voice interrupted whatever excuse she was machinating.

“Leave her be, Finn”

“But I’m not doing anything, Tom” he complained in a slur.

“You’re making a fool of yourself Finn” interrupted Arthur before dragging Finn away and out of the kitchen.

She didn’t miss the way Tommy’s eyes lingered on her figure before he left the room after his brothers.

After a while everybody including all the maids had gone to bed, Y/n stayed behind to have a cup of tea in the kitchen so she could mull over her feelings for Tommy in peace.

She had been attracted to him since her arrival to arrow house, but what began like a stupid crush soon turned into more complex feelings. She was always looking forward to seeing him and talking to him at late hours of the night at his office when he couldn’t sleep. She had tried not to think too much into his stares and considerate actions, but her infatuation with him had reached a point in which she couldn’t pretend not to notice.

She wanted his actions to hide a deeper meaning and she believed they did, but she felt her reasoning was tainted by her own wants. Tommy was significantly older than her and she felt immature in comparison.

“I knew you’d still be here”

She knew he would come.

She looked up from her teacup to the kitchen door to see Tommy strolling in. She forced a smile and shoved all her thoughts about him aside.

“Want a cup?” She signaled to the teapot as Tommy leaned against a cupboard.

“Alright” he said and Yn poured him a cup. His eyes following her every move. Her features seemed to be highlighted by the moonlight flowing in through the window making her look more divine than ever despite the tiredness hiding in her movements.

She felt an old wave of nerves creeping up her spine, making her heart beat faster and she didn’t know why. It wasn’t the first time Tommy and her were alone together, but that night’s air weighed differently.

“Im sorry about Finn” he commented while she poured the tea.

“Its alright” she spoke softly walking towards him “Thanks for coming to my rescue”

Tommy’s mouth curved into a small smile, the way it did whenever she was around.

“Anytime” he said

“You are staring” she commented when she handed him the cup, noticing his gaze.

Tommy hummed taking a sip of his tea before placing it on the counter behind him, not even attempting to deny her accusation. “You look beautiful”

Her cheeks turned a soft shade of scarlet and her heartbeat quickened at his words. She wasn’t expecting him to say that. Still, she couldn’t help but smile at his honest complement.

Feeling comforted by the intimacy that the kitchen late at night provided, he cupped her face as leaned close to her lips. Y/n did the same in a heartbeat and when their lips came together she felt a thousand matches lighting up inside her body.

She melted into the kiss as it turned more passionate, Tommy’s hands went to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“Tell me to stop” he murmured against her lips.

“God no” she murmured back.

Tommy felt reassured knowing that she had wanted this just as badly as him and let himself get lost in the soft moans and blissful sighs he coaxed from her with his wandering tongue and expert hands.

Y/N hadn’t noticed Tommy began leading her to the table until she felt the cold surface against her lower back. Tommy prompted her up on it and smoothly hitched up her skirt. He ran his index finger teasingly along her clothed folds earning a whine from her pretty lips.

“Take them off Tommy” she pleaded.

Tommy complied and slid her underwear off her legs, his mind clouding at the sight of her, needy and wet in front of him. He kneeled in front of her and spread her legs open with his hands sending shivers through her body. Y/n felt her stomach drop in expectation at the sight of his handsome face close to her cunt.

“Tommy, ple..” Her place came short at the feeling of warm tongue on her sex. A teasing lick first that soon developed into passionate wet strokes and kisses lapping against her folds and teasing at her entrance.

Her fingers tangled on his dark hair as she became a withering mess, submissive to Tommys experienced tongue. she felt her arousal building up, bringing her closer and close to the edge with each lick. She couldn’t get enough of him but she was eager to have him in her so bad.

“I need you inside me”

Tommy looked up at her with teasing eyes, her juices glistering on his chin and lips and when she felt the absence of his tongue on her she almost regretted being so impatient. But Tommy didn’t give her time to dwell on that regret when he went to passionately kiss her again and she felt his bulge through his trousers against her bare entrance.

Her impatient hands went to fumble with the buttons that held the basted trousers in place and Tommys went to assist her moments after, never breaking apart from the searing kiss, Y/n got a glimpse of Tommy’s cock and she felt like gasping when she felt Tommy guiding his head to tease at her entrance.

She moaned at the feeling and gasped when he pushed into her.

“So fucking tight” he whispered to her ear.

She sighed lewdly at his sinful praise and when he was fully inside her she felt so sinfully full she wondered how she could have lived for so long without this feeling.

She held onto his broad shoulders as he started pumping in and out of her, teasingly slow at first and speeding up deliciously with each thrust.

The table started creaking under her and the teacup and cup she had put there earlier fell off at their movements, loudly crashing onto the floor. She felt a twinge of concern about the noise, trying to break through the dense cloud of pleasure Tommy had summoned around her. However, Said concern became less and less concerning with each thrust of Tommy’s. It was the stuff of dreams.

He felt her clenching around his cock telling her that she was close. He wanted to make her cum, he needed to make her cum.

He began rubbing circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves and soon after she came beautifully. Her legs tightened around his waist wanting to keep him close, still reeling in the aftershock of her orgasm as Tommy chased his own, which came not long after with a groan of her name. The expression of his face as he came into her was one Y/n knew would never leave her mind.

“What if somebody heard us?” She whispered as she collected her discarded garments with a smile.

“I hope they heard. Maybe that way Finn will know better next time”

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