Okay so what about a tseng fic where like your line his assistant yk and like Hella scared of him cause like you've heard that he's like Hella strict scary so like just frightened of him, but tseng has a soft spot for you and doesn't like that your frightened so he's trying to like to stop you from Been frightened yk, pretty please.
I didn't know where I was going with this 🤣. I just started writing and let it lead me. I can totally try again at this if it isn't to your liking. Just let me know!
Tseng x reader
Tseng sat at his desk, papers were neatly stacked, reports on the most recent mission, a meeting request from Shinra HQ, but his focus wasn't on work.
It hadn't been for days.
Every time (Y/n) walked past his office door, quiet steps, that soft (h/c) hair swaying slightly with each step, his breath would catch just a fraction. He'd glance up… only to look away quickly when she noticed him watching.
She had no idea how long he'd stared before forcing himself back to work.
(Y/n) hesitated outside Tseng’s office, her fingers tightening around the folder of reports she'd been holding for him. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, she could see him seated at his desk, dark eyes scanning documents with quiet intensity.
She took a small breath in through her nose. This was it.
With a soft knock, she pushed the door open and slipped inside. Her heels made soft clicks against the floor as she approached his desk with careful steps.
The moment the door clicked open, Tseng's shoulders tensed, almost imperceptibly. He didn't look up right away. Instead, he finished reading the line in front of him with deliberate calm, giving himself a second to compose his expression.
Only when her footsteps reached his desk did he finally lift those dark brown eyes.
And there she was, (Y/n).
Pretty as always. Perfect as can be.
For a heartbeat too long, he just looked at her, and then cleared his throat softly and straightened in his seat.
"You can put them down on my desk," he said quietly, with that measured tone everyone associated with him, professional.
She stepped forward and gently placed the stack of reports on the corner of his desk where she knew he preferred them, organized by priority, color-coded subtly so they were easy to distinguish at a glance.
"Here's everything," she said softly, keeping her voice low and steady. "The mission debrief is highlighted in yellow... and there's also that meeting request from headquarters."
Her hands smoothed down the front of her skirt once more out of nervous habit before she folded them together behind her back.
"Thank you." Tseng reached out and picked up the top file, flipping it open with practiced ease. His eyes skimmed the first page of the debrief quickly.
She always did more than required. And yet she never said anything about it. Just quietly took care of everything like this was routine for her.
A faint warmth flickered in his chest again, that familiar feeling he'd been fighting since she started working here months ago.
(Y/n) stood quietly in front of his desk, watching as Tseng absorbed the details of the report.
There was a long silence while Tseng read. (Y/n) didn't mind waiting, it gave her time to steady her breathing and calm her nerves slightly.
But standing there under his quiet scrutiny still made warmth creep up the back of her neck despite herself.
After a moment, Tseng closed the file and set it back down, his eyes flicking up to hers. He leaned back in his chair, arms folding over his chest. For a moment, he simply studied her. Her quietness was almost irritating. She never spoke unless spoken to, never seemed even vaguely comfortable. It was impossible to read her, he didn't know what she thought of him..
"Sit," he finally said, gesturing to the only other chair in the room, across from his desk.
(Y/n) felt a small flutter in her stomach when he looked up at her, eyes penetrating and almost unreadable. Her heart rate spiked slightly, she didn't know what to expect from him.
Was she in trouble?
When he gestured to the chair, she didn't hesitate. She took the few steps around the desk and sank down into the seat, her hands clasped so tightly together in her lap, knuckles turning white.
Tseng watched her move, noting the way her hands clutched tightly together in her lap. He couldn't help but notice that every time he spoke to her directly like this, she seemed to get... anxious.
He wasn't sure if it was because she was intimidated or because she hated him. He hoped for the former, but he had a feeling it was the latter.
Leaning forward, he propped his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his intertwined fingers, not taking his eyes off her.
"You've been here for a few months now," he said quietly.
(Y/n)'s stomach clenched, she had a feeling this could be bad. She'd been careful to stay out of his way as much as possible during her time here. She'd thought she was being professional, doing her job and nothing more.
But sitting there under the weight of his gaze, her shoulders felt like iron, muscles tense with barely suppressed nerves.
"That's correct, yes," she replied, she forced herself to relax, to keep her voice even.
Tseng exhaled slowly, his breath barely audible. He didn't want her to feel uneasy around him.
It made him feel... guilty.
"You're doing well," he said simply. The words felt stiff coming out of his mouth, praise wasn't something he gave often.
(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat. Her wide blue eyes snapped up to his face, searching for any sign that she'd misheard. But no, those dark brown eyes were still fixed on hers, and he wasn't taking it back.
"Th-thank you." She stammered.
Tseng nearly smiled at the look on her pretty face, but he kept his expression neutral. He was silently pleased with himself for getting that reaction out of her.
"It's the truth," he said simply. He shifted in his seat, tilting his head slightly to the side. He was studying her again, as he often caught himself doing lately. Her eyes, her delicate frame, she was the picture of beauty.
(Y/n) couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. She'd expected criticism, or at best indifference. But she'd never anticipated a compliment coming from Tseng. It felt like a crack in his usually stoic veneer.
"I... I try my best," she said quietly, her fingers still fidgeting together in her lap.
Tseng watched her fidgeting fingers, and something like fondness flickered in his eyes. He didn't know what to say to that.
Suddenly, he felt an intense urge to reach out and touch her hands, to still her nervous movements. But he reined in the impulse by gripping the edge of his desk instead.
"(Y/n)," Tseng began, voice softer now. He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, something uncharacteristic for him.
"Do you... like working here?" The question was simple, but it carried weight. He wasn't asking about her job performance this time. He was hinting at if she liked being around him.
(Y/n) blinked, surprised by the personal nature of his question. She took a second to think before answering honestly. "I... I like the work," she started carefully. "And everyone treats me professionally. Especially you."
"Professionally," he repeated quietly. There was something in his tone... disappointment? Resignation?
He didn't blame her. He'd made sure to treat everyone with strict professionalism. Maybe too strictly. A silence stretched between them, heavy and awkward.
(Y/n) shifted in her seat, the awkward silence weighing on her like a physical force. She wracked her brain for something to say, before finally settled on.
"... You don't like me very much, do you?"
Tseng's eyes widened slightly, before he cooled his expression.
"(Y/n)." He leaned forward suddenly, his voice losing its usual measured tone. There was something urgent in it now.
"No. That's not true at all." He looked her directly in the eyes, dark brown meeting soft (e/c). "I like you very much."
The sudden intensity in Tseng's voice caught (Y/n) off guard. She'd never heard him sound so... Well, emotional, for lack of a better word.
Her heart thumped hard against her ribs, her hands gripping each other tightly as she tried to process his words.
"Y-You... you do?" she whispered, half afraid she'd imagined it.
Tseng couldn't help but stare, she was so damn beautiful. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, pull her into his arms. "Yes," he said quietly. His voice held a raw sincerity that surprised even him. "I do."
(Y/n)'s lips parted slightly, her face turning pink. She had no idea how to respond to this.
Tseng... liked her? He'd been so distant since she started working here.
"Oh," she said dumbly.
Tseng's eyes darkened as he watched her reaction. She was flustered, blushing, speechless.
It was... adorable.
He tried to remind himself that he was her superior, that he needed to maintain boundaries. But every time she fidgeted in her seat or bit her lower lip like that... he felt his self-control starting to slip.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain composure. "(Y/n)," he said quietly. "Come here." His voice held a subtle command that he rarely used, but this time, he wanted.. No, needed her closer.
(Y/n) hesitated only for a moment before obeying. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as she got up from her chair and walked around the desk towards him.
Her feet felt almost too loud on the hard floor, but she forced her steps to stay steady and even as she came to stand directly in front of him
The moment she was within reach, he couldn't wait. Tseng reached out, grasped her by the hips, and lifted her easily into his lap, settling her down to straddle his thighs. He wrapped his arms around her loosely, holding her in place.
"I've been thinking about this for weeks," he admitted, his voice low and steady.
(Y/n) gasped softly as Tseng pulled her onto his lap, the sudden movement making her grip his shoulders for balance.
She was completely frozen now, this close to him, she could see every detail of his face.
"S-sir..?"
Tseng gazed into (Y/n)'s wide (e/c) eyes, his dark brown ones filled with quiet longing. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. He would wait patiently, giving her every chance to say no.
(Y/n)'s breath hitched, her lips parting slightly. She hadn't expected him to ask. She thought he might just... take it. She nodded quickly before hesitating and whispering.
"Yes."
Tseng cupped (Y/n)'s face gently with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheekbone.
Then, he what he'd been itching to do all damn month. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her head down, capturing her lips in a kiss.
(Y/n) melted into the kiss. Her first thought was how warm his lips were, softer than she'd imagined. Her hands instinctively rose to rest against his chest as she kissed him back, hesitantly at first.
Tseng's arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. One hand slid into her hair while the other pressed firmly against the small of (Y/n)'s back. He kissed with surprising tenderness for someone who seemed so stern. It was like he was trying to convey every ounce of suppressed feelings through it.
"I can't live with the thought of you being scared of me," Tseng murmured when they finally parted for air. He didn't go far, just looked into her beautiful (e/c) eyes, breathing unevenly. His fingers were still tangled in the soft strands of her (h/c) hair.
"I wasn't scared of you," (Y/n) admitted quietly, her breath still uneven from the kiss.
"Just... nervous. You're so intimidating." Her fingers gently curled into his shirt as she spoke, not pulling away yet.
"And I heard rumors..."
"I see," Tseng said quietly, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Rumors about me being cold? Strict? Unapproachable?" His voice held a touch of bitterness now, he knew exactly what kind of reputation he had.
"Yes... all of those." (Y/n) nodded slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little.
Tseng brushed his thumb along her jawline. "I didn't mean to make you nervous."
She lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug, though the gesture was hardly casual considering her position in his lap.
"You're not exactly... friendly," she said carefully, not wanting to offend him even though it was the truth. "And I'm frankly quite surprised you like me in this way..."
Tseng chuckled softly, a wry sound. "Friendly is not a word I'd use to describe myself," he admitted. He was quiet for a moment, his thumb tracing a slow circle against her back, before he continued. "But there's something about you," he said softly. "You're irresistible to me..."
"Really?" (Y/n) asked, her voice small but laced with disbelief. Her cheeks warmed further as she studied his face, the usually unreadable Tseng was actually looking at her like this...
"Really," Tseng confirmed, his voice low and steady. "You're beautiful," he said simply. No hesitation, no awkwardness, just stating a fact.
"And kind." His hand slid up to gently tuck a strand of her (h/c) hair behind her ear. "And smart."
He was listing all the things he admired about (Y/n) now that she was finally in his arms where she belonged.
(Y/n)'s face was completely flushed now, her heart skipping a beat at each of his words.
"Shut up," she protested weakly, averting her eyes. She wasn't used to such praise, especially not from someone like Tseng. "You don't have to flatter me," she muttered, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.
Tseng smirked slightly at her reaction. "I'm not flattering you," he said honestly, his dark eyes holding hers again. "I mean every word." He leaned in slowly, he kissing (Y/n) again, softer than before, slower and sweeter like an apology for making her nervous all these weeks without meaning to.
(Y/n) melted into the second kiss, her earlier fluster giving way to quiet contentment. She kissed him back with more confidence as she got used to the feeling. Her hands slid up from his shoulders to rest lightly against his jawline, her fingers brushing along his clean-shaven skin.
Tseng sighed softly into the kiss, savoring the way her hands touched his face. When they finally broke apart for air after a long moment, Tseng rested his forehead against hers and exhaled quietly, happy just holding her like this.
"Be mine?"
Wow..
Be his...? For a moment she didn't respond, her mind racing with implications, dating him meant seeing him outside work hours, kissing more often... being his.
A part of her, the part that had been wanting to be with him, even when she tried to suppress the feelings, was screaming yes immediately.
But she took a slow breath, considering her answer before nodding. "Yes," she said softly, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
"On one condition."
Tseng's eyebrows lifted slightly at her condition, but his expression remained patient. "Anything," he said calmly, giving (Y/n) his full attention.
"No teasing me at work," (Y/n) said seriously, looking him straight in the eyes, "Or in front of others. I..." she took a breath to calm her racing heart.
"We need to keep it professional in the workplace," she stated quietly.
"Understood," Tseng replied immediately, his tone serious and respectful. "I'll be completely professional at work," he promised without hesitation. His expression was sincere. he genuinely meant to honor her request.
"..but after today..."
Then he kissed her again.
(Y/n) kissed him back eagerly this time, her lips moving against his with more confidence now that she knew he wanted her.
She could get used to this, Tseng's kisses were warm and steady, making her feel safe despite how overwhelming it all was. When they parted again for air, she found herself smiling.
"Stubborn man."
Tseng grinned faintly at the label, a rare smile from him. He leaned in to kiss her nose lightly, still holding her firmly in his lap.
"I just know what I want."
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Coming next: Reno x reader
