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livewithyura · 3 months ago

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Hey, there baby girl....~ how are you doing?

Before that I want to apologize because I often make requests with lots of characters 🥺🥲

Since your request is still open, may i've a reaquest for jin kazama ( Because I'm so obsessed with this guy😩 ), Lee chaolan and lars Anderson x elegant,wife reader Who is very insensitive to her own feelings and is also very workaholic, to the point of forgetting her wedding anniversary. And their children are annoyed because wife elegan fem reader forgot all that and have to tell her that their father was trying to give them a surprise but, wife elegan fem reader found it instead 🤣...

This is going to be so funny ... Please, i've begging you 🙏🙏🍓🍓🍓🍓

Jin , Lee and Lars x Workaholic fem Reader | “Meet me in the afterglow”

Answer : It’s okay gurl!! . I’m actually working on all of your cute requests and I love how you keep sending me new ideas for this fandom 🤍. Since you just hit me with a new request, guess I will work on this one hehe .

Context : She works 12-hour days in heels, forgets to eat, and sometimes forgets she’s married to a man who worships the ground she walks on.

Side note : Tap the #yura’s tekkenreader for more tekken imagines ! This is SFW fic btw

Lee Chaolan

𐙚˙The meet cuteᡣ𐭩

You met at a high-profile gala. You were cornered by some exes , sipping bad champagne. Lee swooped in like a soap opera character.

“You look like someone who hates this.” You replied, You replied, “I hate weak liquor” He laughed. You didn’t. But you stayed.

You didn’t give your number. You gave your card. That didn’t stop him from sending flowers and a brunch invite the next day.

Lee made you laugh when you hadn’t laughed in months. Not because he was funny , because he paid attention to your interest . Dating him was like being swept into a tornado of velvet, sarcasm, and too many gifts.

He proposed dramatically in front of a fountain. You looked at the ring and said, “I’ll have to check my schedule.”

He married you anyway. Said it was the most “on brand” thing you could’ve said.

𐙚˙ Life with them . 🤍

Married life with Lee is dramatic vs. deadpan . He plans surprise weekend getaways, you pack work files. He gives you rose petals, you give him a 10-year investment plan.

Mornings with Lee are either chaos or indulgent. No in-between. He either oversleeps and steals your lipstick or makes you a five-star breakfast in bed.

He tries to get you to take coffee breaks with him like it’s a date. You almost never agree , but the one time you do, he brags about it for a week.

Evening routine? You’re at your desk, he’s draped across the couch dramatically sighing, “I’m a widower by spreadsheet ~”

Leaves sticky notes on your laptop to get your attention : “Eat something, gorgeous 🌹”

Makes you drink water. Stands there until you do. Puts his hand on his hip and everything.

Will absolutely guilt-trip you into self-care. “Do you want our children to grow up motherless because you forgot to sleep?”

Flirts like it’s a full-time job to get your attention , Slides into your home office wearing only a robe and a smirk.

Threatens to send embarrassing photos to your coworkers if you don’t take a break.

Also just whines affectionately. Lays in your lap until you finally sigh, close the laptop, and say, “What do you want?” “Your love and attention, obviously , honey ~”

𐙚˙Anniversary day ! . 🤍

Lee had plans. Big ones. He had a rooftop dinner catered, candles, live string quartet, your favorite wine flown in from Italy.

He even dressed up. And you? Logged into a Zoom meeting and told him, “I’ll be done in an hour.” Four hours later, he was drinking alone under fairy lights.

You didn’t mean to forget. But you did. The string quartet. The rooftop dinner. The champagne chilling in an ice bucket. All of it untouched.

You were in your office, answering emails. Lee waited four hours. In a white suit. Hair perfectly done. The candle wax melted all the way down.

When you finally stepped out tired, unaware , he smiled . That too-big, too-perfect smile he wears when he’s dying inside.

“Oh, you’re done. I thought maybe you’d died at your desk.” You blink, confused. “What?” Then you see the flowers. The food. The faint music.

You put it together. Too late.“I… forgot,” you say, hollow. Lee just shrugs. Still smiling. “Don’t worry, darling. It’s only the day we promised to love each other forever. Not like that matters, right?”

Your kids walks in just in time to hear that. Deadpan. “Mom. You cooked his soul.”

The kids were scandalized. Your daughter drew a picture of “Mommy breaking Daddy’s heart” and left it on your keyboard.

Your son said, “If you wanted a divorce, you could’ve just said it.”

Lee? Still smiling. Still in love. “It’s okay, darling. I’ve only waited 364 days for this. No big deal.”

The next day , You try to fix it . You change your lifestyle . That night , You light a candle. You sit at the table and pour him wine with shaky hands.

And you say something you never say “I messed up. I’m sorry. I love you, Lee.”

His expression falters , He laughs but it’s quieter now. Honest. “God, you really know how to break a man. Do you know how long I practiced saying ‘I love you’ in French for this year? …. Just to impress you”

He lets you pull him close. Lets you kiss his hand. You’ve never been good at big emotions. But that night, you sit on the floor with him, barefoot and apologizing in whispers.

Your daughter walks past the room and mutters, “I guess Mom does have feelings. Mark your calendars.”

Lee looks at you like he just won the lottery. “Well, well. My icy wife melts after all.”

LARS ALEXANDERSSON

𐙚˙The meet cuteᡣ𐭩

Met you during a classified summit. You were all business , precise words, power suit, clipboard. He was a guest speaker.

You didn’t speak to him at first. Just raised an eyebrow when he challenged a statistic in your presentation.

Later, he approached you in private “You were right. I looked into it.” You nodded. “I know.” He smiled. “I’d like to learn more.” You paused. “About economics?” “About you.”

You married him after months of slow-burning connection. He never rushed you. Just walked beside you until one day, you let him hold your hand.

𐙚˙ Life with them

Domestic life with Lars is peaceful and low-pressure. He does the chores you forget , Notices when you’re stressed before you realize it.

Lars is structured, but not rigid. He starts his day early, makes breakfast, and leaves your plate covered if you’re in a meeting.

He checks in during the day , not to hover, just a quick “how are you , my love?” text.

You usually work into the night. He brings tea around 9PM and sits nearby, reading or working on his own stuff. No pressure. Just presence.

Keeps track of your schedule better than you do. Lars always reeminds you of important dates gently but firmly.

Keeps fresh flowers in your office because he knows you like beauty even if you never say it out loud.

If you’re spiraling from stress, he grounds you with one hand on your back and says quietly: “You’re doing your best. It’s enough.”

How does he gets your attention? hmm he doesn’t demand it. But when he really needs your focus, he stands in the doorway, arms crossed, gaze steady.

You feel his presence before you even look up “Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

When you give in, he uses those five minutes to hold your hand and ask how you are. Somehow that always makes you stay longer.

His love language is quiet patience and somehow, it works every time.

𐙚˙Anniversary day ! . 🤍

Lars is the type who doesn’t expect much , but he hopes. So when he baked your favorite cake, made dinner, and the kids helped decorate , he was quietly excited.

He even wore that one sweater you once said made him look “unfairly handsome.” You were in the next room. On a video call.

When the cake came out, you didn’t even look up. He said nothing. Just smiled, blew out the candle by himself, and told the kids, “Mom’s busy. We’ll do something next week.”

The kids weren’t okay . Your son wrote “Happy Anniversary” on a napkin and left it on your desk . Your daughter asked, “Does Mom still love us? Or just the stock market?”

When you finally noticed, Lars just said “It’s alright. I know you’re tired.” But he looked exhausted. Not physically , but emotionally.

That’s when you really saw it . The quiet disappointment , Lars still made sure the night was gentle, even if it hurt.

The next morning , You walked up behind him in the kitchen. Wrapped your arms around his waist. Pressed your forehead into his back. And for once, your voice cracked.“I forgot something important. I don’t want to forget you.”

He turned around slowly, like he wasn’t sure you were real.Held your face and said with zero bitterness , “I just miss you. Even when you’re here.” You cried for the first time in years. He held you like he’d been waiting.

The kids walked in, saw you two holding each other in the middle of the kitchen, and quietly walked back out like “Okay… maybe she does love him. Crisis averted.”

That night, you took your laptop and locked it in a drawer . For the first time in months, you fell asleep in his arms, not your inbox. He whispered, “This is all I ever wanted.”

JIN KAZAMA

You don’t do clubs. You’re a high-functioning, designer-clad menace who negotiates with billionaires before breakfast.

But your chaotic best friend begged. “Loosen up, wear something tight, live a little.” You compromised with a backless black dress and four-inch heels. As soon you reached the bar , You already regret your decision .

Jin’s only at the club because he lost a bet against Hwoarang and Hwoarang dragged him there.

Forty minutes in, your friend vanishes into the crowd with some guy named Bradley or Brandon or Whatever. Your phone’s dead. The bar’s packed. Every man who tries to hit on you smells like vape juice and regret.

Jin sees you flawless, pissed off, looking like you could ruin a man’s life with one eyebrow raised. You catch him looking.

You don’t have a choice so you march right over , with desperation you say “Hey. I know this is insane but… can you please pretend you know me?”

You don’t do this. Ever. But you’re surrounded by creeps and he’s the least annoying thing in the room . Jin blinks silently , Then nods once. “Sure.”

The drunk guy kept bothering you , Jin hit him with a simple word “Babe, you good?” he adds with zero inflection but just enough threat ,

You slide your arm through his. “Perfect” The drunk guy stalking you backs off. Jin doesn’t even look at him. He’s too busy side-eyeing you.

You offer him your number not because you’re desperate, but because something about him feel safe.

He doesn’t text for three days. Then “Next time someone loses you in a club, call me first.” You save his number under Kazama // Last Resort

Two years later, he’s still the one you call first. You married him after a long stretch of late nights and silent support. No ring pic, no public announcement. Just vows exchanged in private.

𐙚˙ Life with Jin

Married life with Jin is quite stable. He notices when you’re burning out before you do. If you forget to eat? He leaves a tray near your desk without a word.

He handles your emotional distance like it’s second nature. He doesn’t need you to cry or confess. He just wants you to rest.

Jin’s mornings start at 5AM . Meditation , tea, silence. Yours start with phone calls and three overlapping meetings.

He doesn’t interrupt. He just leaves a hot cup of tea and a protein bar on your desk before he heads out.

Dinner is often cold by the time you remember to come downstairs, but Jin keeps it warm anyway.

How does Jin take care of you? He often Notices your burnout signs before you do. Tense shoulders? He’ll wordlessly rub them.

When you’re working too late, he turns off the lights in the office so you have to stop. Refuses to argue about it. Just say, “You need rest.” and carries you to bed if necessary.

How Does He Gets Your Attention? Doesn’t compete with your work. Instead, he waits. Quietly.

But sometimes he’ll drop a soft, deadly line like: “You’ve been working for 12 hours. I’m starting to think you love your laptop more than me.”

One sharp look from him and suddenly you’re paying attention. Also he often wear : black v-neck, sweatpants, low voice to get your eyes stick to his body . Jin knows how to weaponize subtlety.

𐙚˙Anniversary day ! . 🤍

Jin didn’t even flinch when you forgot. He had a quiet dinner planned, candles lit, he’s the one who set the table and the kids just watching .

You didn’t show. Still working. He just sighed, boxed the food, and said, “Let her finish.”

But the kids? No. They were DONE. Your daughter literally walked into your home office with a plate of cold food and dropped it in front of you.“Happy anniversary, Mom. Dad only cooked for four hours.”

Your son just shook his head and whispered, “Tragic.”

You were too shocked to react. You didn’t even realize what day it was , you ran to him leaving your job and hit him with the “I’m so sorry Jin…” Jin kissed your cheek later and said, “You’re still my favorite person. Even if you forgot.”

The next morning, you noticed. The leftover cake. The wine still corked. Your kid watching you like you were a criminal. You tried to act normal. Kissed Jin’s cheek. “Morning.”

He nodded. “Morning.” That was it. You hated how still he was. Not cold. Not angry. Just quiet.

That night, you tried. Wore the dress he liked. Put your phone away. Said, “Let’s have dinner. Just us.”

He agreed. Sat with you. Ate politely. But there was a distance you couldn’t name. So you touched his hand halfway through the meal, stared into his eyes, and said, “I’m sorry. I should’ve remembered. I should’ve been there.”

He gave a small nod. Didn’t pull away from the grasp of your hand . “You’ve been busy.” He said , simply . For you It wasn’t enough. You felt it. For once, you were chasing him.

The next day, you tried harder. Made breakfast. Tried to joke like old times. Even offered to take a day off (which you never do).

Jin was kind and soft -spoken but he still don’t give you the ‘loving’ side of him . It drove you insane. You were used to him being quiet but not unreachable. Not like this.

That night, you cornered him in the kitchen.“Do you still love me?” you asked, trying not to sound scared.

He blinked. Finally looked at you , really looked.“Of course I do.” then the silent fill the kitchen once again ,

Then he gently touched your cheek. “It’s okay, my love… I… still love you.” And just as that emotional bomb dropped ,

Your son walked in with cereal, paused in the doorway, and muttered, “Wow. That was so dramatic. Are you guys okay now?” ( literally kazuya junior helpppp )

Jin smirked slightly. You burst out laughing and finally relaxed for the first time in days. That night, you curled into him in bed. No laptop. No meetings. Just his heartbeat.

He kissed your forehead and whispered ,“Just… don’t forget me, alright?” You didn’t say anything. You just held on tighter.